took over a year off to cut you bitches some slack,, tell a friend to tell a friend, SHE'S BACK
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very well deserved
you did well boys ❤️
#BackDoor1stWin #StrayKids3rdWin
Smh I'm just gonna find every picture of hyunjin in my gallery as revenge >:( for biaswrecking™ me
What in earth are you doing? Omg wait.. what? Wait that last middle gif. Wait, Alice this isn’t fair. Jesus Christ and you sent more of these.
FUCK!
Part 3 pinkjin uwu 💓
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You know since I’m writing a hyunjin thing. This is nice inspo
hii i was wondering if your could do oikawa with a reader who’s like “one of the boys” and hangs out with him and iwa a lot and they’ve been friends for a long time, and he realizes he likes her and its just him pining + happy ending where they end up together? 🥺👉👈
𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 // 𝐨𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐮
𝐚/𝐧: this is such a great idea, thank you so much for requesting! I believe there's not as much pinning as either of us would have liked, but I hope you like it 💕
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: slight angst with happy ending; female reader
𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦
× midnight writes with Kat ×
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"What do you think I should do?"
His question is met with silence as Iwaizumi's gaze is fixated on the TV, not registering his best friend's frustration. Oikawa huffs and crosses his arms over his chest, repeating the question.
"What do I think you should do about what? I don't know what goes on in your brain, Crappykawa."
Iwaizumi throws a stray chip at Oikawa's face, smirking at the disgusted look on his face, swatting in case Iwaizumi throws any more. Finally, his hand moves to the 'mute' button on the remote, turning his attention completely to his best friend.
He watches as Oikawa heaves out frustrated sighs, one after another, his hand gripping tightly at his curls. His eyes avoid Iwaizumi's owns, looking directly at the white, blank space above him.
"I think--no, I know. I know that I like Y/N." Iwaizumi's eyes widen in surprise, but he's soon to realise and recollect all the meaningful moments during the latest gatherings of said trio.
Y/N has been in their lives for a significant number of years already. What people see as two best friends playing volleyball together, fail to take notice of a third party right by their side. Unlike Oikawa's fangirls or Iwaizumi's admirers, Y/N was more familiar with hanging out with boys.
It has been a few months since she was proclaimed as 'one of the boys', but she didn't mind the nickname at all. She felt safe, being in the company of her two closest friends and whatever title she is given, she doesn't mind. Hardly anyone has friends like Oikawa and Iwaizumi.
And that was were Oikawa's problem started to arise.
They were sitting on the couch in Iwaizumi's house, a cheesy chick-flick playing as Oikawa and Y/N bicker about the synopsis of said movie. Iwaizumi, as always, enjoyed the reality TV he got to experience everyday with the two crackheads he called his best friends.
That is the word Oikawa hated to be associated with. A friend. Just a damn friend. If you were to ask Oikawa what Y/N was to him last year, he'd say a friend, no doubt in sight.
If you were to ask him now, Oikawa would stutter, not knowing the exact term of whatever was going on between him and Y/N. In his eyes, it was complicated. In her eyes, they were just best friends.
"You like Y/N? Like, you like like her?" Iwaizumi raises an eyebrow, sipping on his bottled water as Oikawa groans in frustration.
"Iwa-chan, stop talking so, so complicated! I don't understand what you mean."
"I mean," another chip comes flying towards Oikawa's face, this time, successfully hitting him on the forehead. "Do you like her in a more than a friend way?"
They lock eyes, Iwaizumi's eyes holding the reassurance Oikawa really needed at this point. When his best friend only gives a meekly nod in return, Iwaizumi's lips twitch into a rare, soft smile he hardly shows anyone besides his two closest friends.
"Tell her."
"What!? No, no, no fucking way am I doing that." Oikawa's arms comically flap around, immediately regretting telling Iwaizumi about his little problem.
Iwaizumi's eyebrow quirks, "and, why not?"
Oikawa looks Iwaizumi dead in the eyes as he speaks, "and ruin the friendship I have with her? And possibly ruin the friendship I have with you!? No, Iwa-chan, that's an awful idea."
As if he didn't listen to a word of Oikawa's rant, Iwaizumi's hand grips his panicked friend's phone and throws it at him, catching Oikawa's surprised expression. "Text her, call her, do anything. If you really care about her, you won't let her and yourself suffer through whatever is going on in your confused brain right now."
The silence that came after was anything but pleasant to either of them, Oikawa's hands sweating at the mere thought of texting you about his true feelings. He looks up, eyes locking with Iwaizumi's as he grips the phone tightly. "Should I? Should I really?"
Iwaizumi's own nerves got the best of him and he only nods, but Oikawa trusts him enough to go through with this crazy idea.
His fingers type out the simple message a hundred times, never missing a typo in any of the words he wrote.
"Y/N, I can't say this any differently or keep hiding it, but...I like you. Please, please tell me what you think about...all of this." sent 10:35pm
If it weren't for Iwaizumi's hand gripping his forearm, Oikawa would have pulled out every strand of hair on his head or bite all of his nails. Both of them knew that you weren't someone who goes to sleep early, so both became more nervous as the minutes kept ticking by.
Neither were ready when the familiar sound of a new message rang across the room, but Oikawa's fingers were already opening the message.
"You sound like such a romantic, Shittykawa lol...but, if it makes you feel less nervous, I believe that my feelings for you are also more than just friendly ;)" sent 10:47pm
Looking at the huge grin and loud squealing coming out of his best friend's mouth, Iwaizumi didn't stop his own grin from decorating his face.
Who knew he could be such a matchmaker?
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𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @masako55, @tiggyybee, @nekoglasses, @peppermintkiddo, @maramalademadara, @kitasluvr, @parolesdesanges, @hakueishirei
hc of surprising iwaizumi , kuroo and sugawara at their volleyball practice and the reader is from another school?? and their teams dk that the guys are dating someone and their reactions to the reader 🤩 thank you
This is the cutest thing!!! Hehe I loooove incorporating the teams into requests, it’s always so fun. Alsooo I realized after writing it that I made it so the teams already know of you, so it’s just a tiny bit different from your request.
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IWAIZUMI HAJIME
The train station where you arrive in Miyagi is so close to Seijou, and you know that Iwaizumi will still be in practice, so you figure it’s the perfect opportunity to meet his teammates he always talks so much about
You end up wandering around a bit until a straggling student points you in the direction of the gym, and you can hear the voices and the sounds of practice before you even open the door - suddenly you’re second guessing your decision but it’s too late to back out now
No one notices you at first, but you immediately find Iwaizumi in the group and you can’t help but smile - it’s been so long since you’ve actually seen him in person and you’re just trying to decide whether you should run to throw your arms around him sweat and all when someone else notices you
“Hi there! You looking for someone?” The one who can only be Oikawa lifts his hand above his head in a wave, flashing you a wide smile, when Iwaizumi looks up and practically chokes
“Y/N, what are you doing here?” He sputters out, looking at you like he can’t quite believe you’re actually there, still rooted to his spot
“Wait, Y/N?” Oikawa jabs Iwaizumi in the side with his finger, and that quickly a murmur sweeps through the team, who are suddenly looking at you with supreme interest. “The Y/N?”
“Hi, Hajime,” You say sheepishly, and the sound of your voice finally sets him into motion and he jogs across the gym to you and wraps you up in a giant hug, you have a hunch that he’s also trying to shield you from the curiosity and prying eyes of his teammates
“What are you doing here?” He asks as the rest of the team starts to gather around the two of you, clamoring to be introduced to you, or at the very least get a good look at you. Iwaizumi is hovering very close by your side
“I got here early, and, well, I wanted to meet the team you talk so much about,” You admit as you look around, trying to put faces to names - ”That’s so cute, Iwaizumi, you talk about us?” “Shut up” “Does he talk to you that way, too, Y/N-chan?”
Basically Iwaizumi can only stand by in mild horror as you bond with the rest of his team about what a “brute” he is (it’s all in good fun, of course), even though he’s secretly tickled that you’re getting along with them so easily
KUROO TETSUROU
“You should come check out one of our volleyball practices sometime” You’re not sure if Kuroo had been completely serious about it, but you can’t quite believe that the serious, dedicated team you always see on the court is the same one Kuroo is always telling you the most hilarious stories about, so you have to see for yourself
You’re just about ready to open the gym door when you hear Kuroo start talking and you hesitate just long enough to hear the beginnings of his “We are the blood in our veins...” speech. You shake your head even though you can’t help but smile - What a dork.
When you open the gym doors, the team is all huddled in a circle, but the moment they hear the door slam shut, every single head turns in your direction
“Y/N?” “Tetsu!” Very few things can actually stop him mid-speech but you just so happen to be one of them - he squeezes out of the huddle and meets you halfway across the gym, lifting you off your feet in a tight hug before he sets you back down and just grins at you
“Hi!” The tall gangly boy who appears behind Kuroo can only be Lev, “Yaku-san said he wasn’t convinced you’re real, but you must be, because you’re here! OW!” The swift kick could only have been delivered by said Yaku, and you stifle a giggle behind your hand at the glare Kuroo shoots his way
“Blink twice if he’s keeping you against your will,” Yaku deadpans, then smiles and holds out his hand for you to shake, “I’m joking,” He pauses, “Kinda. I’m Yaku Morisuke, It’s nice to meet you”
Just like that, the floodgates open, and one after another you make the acquaintance of the rest of the members of Nekoma volleyball club - even Kenma, who you’ve met before, offers you a small smile and wave
“Alright, that’s enough of that,” Kuroo finally herds them away from you and shows you to a spot on the bench so you can watch the rest of practice
“You’re not allowed to come to practice anymore, you distract the guys too much,” He says afterwards, grabbing your hand as you’re walking to his house
“The guys?” You giggle and quirk your head to give him an incredulous look. “Yeah,” He nods stubbornly, but he pulls you just a little closer to him.
SUGAWARA KOUSHI
You can hear Karasuno’s volleyball practice well before you even reach the gym doors - Suga said they were a lively bunch this year, and he wasn’t kidding. You’re actually quite curious to meet this team your boyfriend is so proud of.
When you open the door, the lively chatter makes it so that very few people even notice you’ve come in - you spot your boyfriend across the room in the middle of a conversation with a freckled first year, and recognize the perfect opportunity presented to you
As you make your way through the gym, you’re noticed here and there, but you just put your finger to your lips, and to your delight they all play along right to the moment you come up behind him
“Koushi!” You shout right as you jump on his back, and the shriek he lets out has them all practically doubled over in laughter as he whips around, immediately hugging you tightly to him when he realizes it’s you
“No way, you’re Y/N!! I knew you looked familiar!” Crows an orange-headed first year who can only be Hinata, reaching in and shaking your hand emphatically
“It’s an honor to meet you, you’re even cuter than your photos y’know” “It’s truly unfair that Suga-san got an s/o before I did” “Please ignore them,” And just like that, you’ve met three of the second years
“I’m sorry,” Suga says then, tugging you partially behind him, “They’re a lot,” but all you can do is laugh because they’re just exactly what you’d imagined them to be like
“I think I love them already,” You chuckle, and you can see the relief on his face
The introductions and excited, overlapping conversation last until Daichi finally claps his hands together and declares that everyone needs to get back to practicing now, and you’re impressed by how quickly the mood shifts
For the rest of practice, you’re half-convinced that most of them are showing off just for you, because they keep glancing your way after making an impressive play, so of course you have to cheer for them
As they’re leaving, Hinata tells you that you should “totally come to practice more often,” and Suga rests his chin on your shoulder, “I agree,” He grins before pressing a kiss to your cheek
just had a thought
should I write for Stray Kids?
rare ships like these need more recognition
duo dynamic.
[ in which your favourite pornstar invites a special guest over for one of his lives — tobio kageyama x tsukishima kei, female reader ]
➵ word count: 3.4K | characters aged up 18+, pornstar!kageyama, some brattysub!kageyama x dom!tsukishima, masturbation (use of toys; vibrator), name-calling (degradation),, face-fucking (deep-throating), ass play, slow to rough sex, teasing, aftercare.
➵ © i do not own haikyuu!! all credit for the show goes to haruichi furudate. i only own the story, writing and au.
➵ a/n: a thank you to @letshaikyuu because she’s just so supportive and sweet in general? but she helped me with a few aspects of this fic so creds to her. i honestly don’t know where i would be without her <3
❝give yourself up to me entirely and i can’t promise you won’t be broken.❞
Perhaps it would be best to say that it all started with a click and a play. But then again, you couldn’t exactly recall how it all came to be during the six months that had passed. You’d like to say that you use your resources to a minimum wage, but the vibrator that buzzed to life every evening spoke another story you couldn’t bring yourself to deny.
The strangeness of it all was enough to cloud your mind; maybe that’s why you forgot how it started. Maybe that’s why you forgot how you ended up masturbating to a twenty-four year old guy on the glossy screen of your laptop. You didn’t really know much about him, so you couldn’t exactly call what you had a crush. Knowing his last name wasn’t enough either.
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Stray Kids Maknae Line (f/s/j)
Seungmin: I’m hungry
Jeongin: I want take out
Felix: Me too… I’m not calling
Jeongin: Me neither
Seungmin: Don’t look at me
Felix: So, what now?
Seungmin: We starve
Katsuki Bakugou x Reader Soulmate AU
Summary: You want to start a business early revolving around your quirk but it leads you to find a rare case in your new school
Quirk: Red Strings. You are able to see the red strings that connect each person to their soulmate by a red string on each of their pinkies. This quirk is received by the oldest daughter in the family once they turn 4 (the parent still has it even when the child does). Sons can also have it but as a secondary quirk, it immediately gets passed down to the daughter and leaves the son with one quirk. You are able to cut it and/or tie it to yourself or other people at the cost of one year of your life for each alteration.
Genre/Warnings: Fluff, slight angst, cursing
WC: 1,725
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You still remember when you got your quirk. The day you turned four you saw the bright red strings appear, connecting everyone to each other. Some had strings that were long and crossed the streets and went around buildings, and some had their stings attached to the person next to them. They were on the floor for most of the time, occasionally stretched when two people had a strain on their relationship. They never broke though, always connected and paired by the universe, whoever it may be who controls it. They got longer when people are far from each other, and shorter when they were close.
You saw sometimes the people who were connected, passing by each other without a second thought, strangers who rarely looked back at each other as the strange feeling overcame them. You were always happy when you saw two soulmates holding hands, and felt sorry for those who passed by their soulmate with a significant other in their arms. Some people even has two strings and you thought that was so cool.
You liked to follow the strings when they were going in the same direction as you, and eventually got used to seeing them around not paying mind unless it was a short glance at two loving soulmates.
Your mom and you were the only ones who could see and interact with them, your grandma dying before you were born with not many stories left behind. She would step on them while you avoided doing so, until she said it was fine. You still didn’t like to walk over them, only the accidental step sometimes but you mostly subtly avoided them. You remember that one time you tripped on a string and those few times you had to duck or go around strained ones.
Then came when you looked at your pinkie, no bright red sting there. When you asked your mom why you didn’t have one she told you she didn’t have one at first either. She did though, you mentioned, and she said that she cut your dad’s string and tied it to her. You gasped and asked her why and she said that your dad asked for it, his original soulmate was “probably really far away anyway”. She said there was some guilt of course but 20 years of going strong it had melted away.
She even told you of a story of someone who was bitter of not having a string, she cut every string in her path and ended up dying early, passing the quirk to her first niece.
“Do you help your friends find their soulmates!?” you beamed, she smiled but shook her head.
“I can’t, I don’t have the time to with all my work. Plus, you don’t even know if they want to know. They could be happily married or something“ she said. She was right, but you wanted to lead people to their soulmates! But you couldn’t do that under the circumstances you mom had just helped you realized.
Then the thought hit you, it could be your job! You could help people and make money all at the same time and it would be the best job ever! That thought was what started your continuous studying to get into a good school, and getting into that school. To be honest you’ve never been as driven about something as much as this.
So here you were now, at the doorway of UA.
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You got stares from everyone as you confidently stepped into the building, then immediately jumping and tiptoeing about in the hallways avoiding the red strings you would soon shorten. Word had already gotten around after you explained to one person why you were walking funny.
Days later you were already getting requests but you would just turn them down. Maybe just pointing to where they headed. Soon you were already making friends, especially with that one Ashido girl from the hero course who wanted so bad to find her soulmate. You wanted to tell her who it was but you couldn’t make exceptions, you guys weren’t even friends for long.
Eventually, right when the class was going into the pricing lesson, Ashido immediately jumped on you to show her where her soulmate is. So, her first initiative for today was to drag you to her table for lunch. You met the nicest people ever, the first 10 seconds that passed were great. But your pink-haired friend had already cut to the chase.
“Here, just point me to where my string leads” She said as she slid you a 500 yen coin. You took it and pointed to the kitchen, your eyes trailed from her finger to where the string led, presumably outside a window or something.
She squealed, “Okay, now do them next, they’ll pay” she said as her other friends, except Bakugou, leaned in with interest.
You chuckled and said, “Sorry I can’t. My teacher said I can’t offer services ‘til my business is official. My pricing itself isn’t complete either. I’m thinking of doing an up-front price along with a price according to how far the trip goes for them to find their soulmate. This of course will include an all expense pair trip if we ever leave the country or go on a far trip. It might be expensive for a lot of people but I really want to show them to their soulmates. I’m thinking of refunding them a portion if they cancel but if I keep doing that the business will get nowhere and no one will find their soulmate. I’m also really concerned for the people who might not have as much money so I’m thinking that the prices shouldn’t be that high. Hmm, maybe I should-”
“Geez, Y/N calm down. You’re starting to sound like Midoriya there with all your rambling” Ashido interrupted, “But I get it, you don’t have to. Dang the business course is though”
“Not as tough as the hero course though. At least then you’ll be hella rich and I can help all of you find your soulmates”
“Great!” She chirped.
They all went back to their food, and out of curiosity you looked at their hands. seeing the red string on either the left or right pinkie. But one caught your eye. There was a set of hands, no red string on neither the left nor the right pinkie. You looked up at who it belonged and were met with glaring red ruby eyes. You got a good look at him, his spiky ash blonde hair. He was pretty attractive, sad he doesn’t have a soulmate though. His glare seemed to get sharper and so you had to stuff your face in your bowl if you didn’t want trouble.
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Whoopsie, how’d you get into this situation? Backed up into the wall of an alleyway by this beautiful blonde. This blonde is of course mad and glaring at you like you stepped on his dog.
You did, however, find out who this man was. Bakugou Katsuki. From the sludge incident. Got the highest score in the practical entrance exam. He also got chained to a block of cement when he won gold at the sport’s festival that you couldn’t attend, not wanting to watch the strings get trampled by your doing the task given. As well as getting kidnapped by the League of Villains during the hero course’s camping trip.
You don’t know why you didn’t recognize him, not really paying attention to what all others do. But now you truly felt sorry for the guy, going through all that, probably blaming himself for All Might’s retirement, and not having someone to call his own. You don’t have to date your soulmate, and sometimes soulmate relationships fail, but it’s hard when they’re the perfect fit for you.
This man didn’t have a perfect fit. I mean, neither did you but you were fine with making people happy, and you haven’t endured half this man has.
“Let me ask you this once, why were you looking at me funny?” he gruffly demanded answers
“You sure you wanna know?” you asked nervously
“SPIT IT OUT WOMAN” he slammed his fist next to your head
“You don’t have a soulmate!” you said out of impulse
His eyes widened and his angry demeanor went away, “What?” he mumbled
“You don’t have a string” you clarified
“Well I don’t fucking need one, “ he puffed his chest out, “soulmates are bullshit anyway, don’t wanna have to trust someone like that, they’ll just become a weak spot”
“Well you wouldn’t think that when you tip over and self destruct in anger at yourself for stuff that’s not you fault” you commented as he neared you dangerously
“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about”
You sighed as your lips pressed to a thin line, “Maybe I don’t, but no one will if you keep it to yourself”
“I’m fine with that”
“Sure”
He must still be in shock, you just know he’ll add it to the baggage sooner or later. You had to do something about this, he doesn’t deserve it, before he could walk away you called out, “If it makes you feel better I don’t have one either, most people with my quirk don’t have any either”
“Why would that make me feel better?”
“I can cut some string and tie it to you if you want, can’t force a good relationship though”
“No, I don’t want anyone else’s partner”
“Fine then,” you pondered, how could you help this guy out?
“Lunch. Tomorrow” he stated and left
“Huh? Okay I guess” you said hesitantly. At least it was something.
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You rubbed your arm nervously. It was a Saturday and you had asked Mina for his number, where he confirmed to meet outside your dorm. No one really cared that a hero course student was coming over, instead everyone used this time to do work on each of their own businesses.
You sat at the small table set up in front of the entrance, it was circular and had a small vase of flowers at the center. You then heard a grunt and footsteps getting louder. You turned and saw Bakugou grumbling to himself as he made his way to you.
He plopped down on the seat next to you and before the awkward silence could commence he spoke up, “Why the fuck do you want to help me?”
You chuckled, a smile had danced on your lips, “Right to the chase, huh?”
His glare just hardened.
You felt your hands get clammy, “Heh, well, it is my future job. I want to make people happy”
“So you’ll just change peoples soulmates if someone pays you? Seems pretty shitty”
You gasped, feigning exaggerated offense, “I do not! For each alteration to strings I lose a year of my lifespan,” you explained
“So you’re willing to lose two years of your life to get me a soulmate?”
You nodded
“Why?”
You sighed, you contemplated whether to take his hand in yours sympathetically but decided against it, instead opting to lean forward and lower your voice, “You’ve been through a lot more than most people should at your age, I just think you would be good with someone who will fully understand you. But, now that I think about it that may be difficult so that’s why...” you trailed off
You realized how no one will fully understand him, he’s a really complex person from what you picked up. You let out a small ‘Huh’ when the thought came to you.
You looked up when you heard him sigh, he mumbled something under his breath along the lines of ‘I cant believe I’m doing this’
“Look, you can’t just take someone else’s soulmate, it won’t work out for me or that person” He then groaned, “and it’s not like you have a soulmate either so...”
You looked at him puzzled, trying to put two and two together. When you did, you had a big shit-eating smirk on your face, “What are you trying to say, Bakugou?” You asked smugly
The infamous ‘tch’ was heard when the reddening on his ears proved true to your suspicions, “Wanna go out sometime?” he begrudgingly offered
You giggled. This hotheaded blonde, known for being aggressive and somewhat the villainous type, was asking you out to a date after two conversations. One was admittedly intimate but only two conversations nonetheless
You figured, why not ply with him for a little bit?
“Hmmm... Nah, I’d rather waste two years of my life”
He growled, “Stop playing around! You’re lucky I’m even asking you out, I normally hate everyone. Plus, you can’t just connect me to some stranger!”
“We’ve had two conversations, we essentially still are strangers”
“Fucking- CALL ME KATSUKI THEN”
You froze in shock. He really was serious about this.
“...Why me?”
He relaxed, ready to give his explanation, “You’re probably the only one who gets an inkling of how I feel because of what I’ve gone through. Everyone else either holds it against me or thinks they understand me”
“Well then-”
“Alsoyou’recute”
You paused again, you saw his flushed face but it was nowhere near the steam coming from the boiling pot that was your head.
“Uh, y-you too I guess”
“Yeah I’ll see you next week, we’ll get dessert after lunch or some shit, whatever girls want to do on dates”
You scoffed at the stereotype, “Yeah, whatever you have my number,” You saved him a wink which was what made everything worth it for the sight of his face that now matched his eyes.
Part 2 cuz this ends too abrupt but its long already
This is a not-safe-for-work choose your own adventure style collaboration from the good perverts of the BNHarem discord server. Thanks to @thisisthehardestthing for the banner, and to everyone who came together to make this happen. Each story starts the same way, but in every entry our reader will meet a different character.
Your throat felt dry as you came to the arranged address, the mask that the organisers had asked you to wear clenched tight in your fist.
The building was one of the city’s most exclusive hotels, and it had the look of a cathedral from the outside, the main entrance flanked by massive marble pillars, a gold glow from inside the main atrium. Even the doormen looked expensive, clad in black uniforms with gold trim. As instructed, you kept your head down and headed to the side entrance. A polite-but-burly security guard checked your identification and took your phone and other electronics from you, giving you a numbered ticket in return as he locked them away. Did he know why you were here? Probably.
Shame rose in your chest at the prospect of what you were about to do. Why, exactly had you agreed to this? It was gross. It was wrong. But it was a lot of money. You were struggling to repay your loans, and if you did this party, you could be free of them with just one night of sucking cock. Well, not entirely free, but it beat spending years working two jobs, didn’t it?
At first you had been puzzled. Who exactly was paying random girls so much for a single night’s work? Even if it was sex work, that was a hell of a lot of money. Then the word hero was mentioned and everything made a whole lot more sense.
Everything about hero life was drenched in lucre. The magazine interviews, the tv shows, the movies. They owned skyscrapers in central Tokyo, they wore shoes worth more than your annual salary. And, according to the woman who had recruited you, this party was being hosted by the current number one hero in Japan. Maybe… you’d even get to meet him.
You were ushered through the building by a woman in a masquerade style mask like yours, catching glimpses of events in other rooms as you passed. A girl in a silver zentai bodysuit floated above a stage, the only exposed flesh on her body the pink centre of her sex. Another room seemed to host an orgy, the floor writhing with bodies in the dim light. The motion was almost hypnotic, but your guide’s hand was on your shoulder, pulling you away before you could stare too long.
“Here we are,” said your guide, squeezing your shoulder as you arrived at the place you would be working that night. Your room, for lack of a better word, was a little larger than a toilet cubicle, and dark, a pile of cushions on the floor, along with a basket with towels and bottled water. In the centre of one thin wall, around hip height, was the hole. You stared at it, catching a glimpse of light and movement from the room beyond.
In a little under ten minutes, you’d be sucking off whoever wanted it through that hole in the wall. A hero, maybe, or a sidekick. Did it matter? It wasn’t like their dicks would taste any different. The more you thought about it, the worse it seemed, but it was a little late to back out now. “You all set?” your guide asked, smiling from behind her masquerade mask. You nodded, numbly, and she shut the door behind you, leaving you alone, the glory hole your only light.
Who comes for you?
@tomurasprincess - Kirishima
@story-sensei - Gang Orca
@candychronicles - Hawks
@10millionyearsdungeon - Shindou
@thisisthehardestthing - Endeavor
@kingexpl0sionmurder - Shinsou
@hitoshisbabygirl - Aizawa
@burnedbyshoto - Shouto
@trafalgar-temptress - Denki
@leeswritingworld - Dabi
@ikinabi - Deku
@iwvs-on-ao3 - Bakugou
kirishima’s printing service
a bnha kirishima x reader social media au
SUMMARY — your english teacher decided to give your class the assignment of writing a short story on how your first day of school went. Oh, and it has to be printed and passed tomorrow. You get it done by 11pm and all that’s left to do is get it printed. But wait, it’s 11pm and you don’t have a printer. Well, that leaves you to plan b, ask your classmates if they could print it for you. Who has a printer and up at this time? Well, someone who you have been crushing on since the first week named Kirishima Eijirou is.
PAIRINGS — kirishima x reader (obviously), (slight) kaminari x reader, midoriya x uraraka (hinted)
GENRES — highschool!au, romance, fluff, angst, crack(?)
WARNINGS — slight swearing, poor atempt at jokes, (will update if there are more!!)
PARTS / CHAPTERS
INTRODUCTION: dekusquad | bakusquad
i. exposed feelings
ii. dumb and dumber
iii. sorry for embarassing you!!
iv. printing dilemma
v. the chosen printer
vi. morning cake
vii. is this l o v e
viii. love birds quarrel
ix. after hangout talks
x. it’s not about the money
xi. he LIKES you
xii. study date pt. 1
xiii. study date pt. 2
xiv. study date pt. 3
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Can you link (or reply w the author) of those fics from your reblog? Notice, Lead Me Out of the Dark, Be Still Just for Me, & In Bloom? Your fic Thin Walls is one I always go back to. It’s just *chef’s kiss*
yeah, sure! btw none of these are sfw.
Notice (by my wife, weese! @/lookslikeleese, @ itsleese on ao3)
multichap series! bakugou x reader. ongoing.
Lead Me Out of the Dark (@/KatsuIzuKiri)
multichap series! bakugou x reader. ongoing.
Be Still Just for Me (@/thetrashywritingwitch)
multichap series! bakugou x reader. ongoing.
In Bloom (@/tayegi)
has a few parts! jungkook (bts) x reader. finished oneshots.
Someone To You Shoto x Reader
Masterlist
Summary: On your 16th birthday you and your soulmate get similar tattoos that appear on your wrists. The closer you get to your soulmate the warmer the tattoos feel. You transfer back to UA and are extremely excited to see your childhood best friend Bakugou again. When you’re introduced to class 1A your tattoo burns as you meet the gaze of none other than Shoto Todoroki: your soulmate.
Genre: Soulmate AU
Pairings: Shoto Todoroki x Reader
Status: Ongoing
Warnings: Language, angst, & 17+ memes
Updates: Once-Twice a week
Introductions: YN’s Squad | Shoto’s Squad
One: YN Has Arrived
Two: Spill The Tea
Three: Party For YN’s Birthday?
Four: Happy Birthday YN
Five: YN’s Soulmate
Six: Coffee Date With Izuku
Seven: Show Him What He’s Missing
Eight-Epilogue: Coming Soon
AN: Do not pay attention to the time stamps for this or any of my smau’s. I just kinda make them as I have the time, so it can be pretty confusing if your looking at those.
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Fighting Fate - Ch 2
Read Chapter One
Ship: Sir Nighteye x GN!Reader
Genre: Angst with a happy ending, Mutual Pining, Office Romance
Warnings: Slight Sexuality, Yandere if you squint
Word Count: 1.3k
Summary: Nighteye’s quirk predicts his assistant will die before the night’s end, but he’s not about to accept fate this time around.
Do not repost.
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Everyone knew you were upset from the hard clack-clack-clack of your fingers jabbing away at your keyboard. You looked up to wish Bubble Girl a good night on her way out. You smiled, but it looked more like you were baring your teeth. The two of you usually walked to the subway together. But not today. Bubble Girl got to go home on time. You got to transcribe case files from the Bronze Age. Lucky.
You risked a glance up from your computer screen. Sasaki was still staring at you. Or was he staring through you? Was he looking into your future right now? What was he seeing? You tried to ignore him as he’d been ignoring you these past few days, but you couldn’t. All roads led back to Nighteye. The interns should be back from patrol soon. Would they be staying overtime too, or would it just be you and your domineering, soon-to-be-ex boss? It was a school night, so Deku would have to be sent home. Lemillion had recently graduated, so it was possible Sasaki would make him stay, too. As infuriating as he was, the thought of you and Sasaki having the whole office to yourself brought… possibilities. Your eyes flicked to the tickle torture machine. Your mouth suddenly felt dry.
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Hi hi can you pls do smut prompts 14 and 22 with todoroki. Can it be first time scenario pls Danke
14. “Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.”
22. “Mine.”
+First time
Hope you like it! ♡
All characters are aged up +18
Shouto Todoroki was an enigma to many.
Many assume he likes to keep his personal life as private as possible, rarely giving the unpleasant side of the media something to talk about. He could easily be considered a role model in society.
Of course, not many know a little secret you do, and that is just how jealous he can get sometimes.
You found out about it after sharing your first time together. It all happened after attending this hero gala.
He kept watching you from afar, sharp mismatched eyes followed every movement as he watched strut around the place with this long, black dress that easily turned you into the human equivalent of the night itself. Combine that with the way your hair and makeup were done, everything about you radiated nothing but beauty.
And apparently, more than one person seemed to think the same thing, judging by the looks more than one person threw in your direction. If Shouto had to be honest, he did not like that.
He was pretty calm on the outside, but nobody seemed to notice that on the inside, there was a storm brewing inside Shouto every time another man looked in your direction, their intentions could be seen clearly through their gazes whenever their gaze drifted down to your cleavage. He accidentally ended up freezing his glass of champagne, much to his friend’s amusement.
It was at one point of the event when he found himself dragging you into his hotel room after he had enough of watching others ogling you, despite being aware of who you were dating.
“You look radiant.” He murmurs, both hands intertwined into yours as they’re pressed against the wall while he kisses you with a smoldering passion, the desire behind his touch was intoxicating. “
Clothes are discarded on the spot, neither of you bothers moving from the place the moment the last article of clothing drops down on the carpeted floor.
“I noticed.” Your voice came out in a whisper, sighing quietly when his fingers roamed delicately all over your skin “You’re not that subtle, Sho…” A burst of small laughter erupted when he gave you a stoic look.
“I wasn’t trying to be subtle,” Leaning over, your foreheads are pressed together intimately as he looks at you in the eye. “not when I trust you with my heart...”
“Shouto…” Even if you wanted to let him know how you felt, the words died in our throat when he claims your lips for a second time. He pours his everything into the gesture, the intensity of his kiss makes you tremble, but before you can slip down against the wall, Shouto hooks a toned arm around your right leg, holding your thigh around his waist.
Feeling his hard-rock member pressing against the slickness between your legs makes a wave of shivers go down your body.
“I know we wanted our first time to be special,” He’s sighs against your neck, his other hand releases your own to push against the wall for support. Your own palms rest over his chest in a soft, reassuring manner. “But I can’t wait any longer. Please, let me show you how much I adore you…”
“Isn’t this special enough for you?” The smile never leaves your face “Please Shou...I want you.”
“Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.”
“I don’t want you to stop.” Lips brushing softly against his sends his senses into a daze, he’s always left wanting more whenever you kiss him. “I want you to make love to me. Nobody but you makes me feel this way, Shouto.”
“...Thank you,” The warmest smile you’ve ever seen crosses his face, and you can almost swear his eyes get a little more bright, almost like they’re filled with unshed tears. “for being there for me.”
His hand leaves its place on the wall to rub the outside of your folds. You whimper softly as his digits slowly prob their way in, just to be pulled away just as fast, leaving you whimpering for more of his touch.
Those same fingers, now covered in your essence, start rubbing his tip, descending all the way down as he makes sure not a single spot is left uncovered with your slick. And when he finally sheathes himself in, a feeling you’ve never experienced before becomes overwhelming. He’s slowly stretching you over his cock as he pushes all the way in.
Your hands wander from their spot on his chest, drifting over his defined hips before moving towards his back. Nails digging into his skin make him growl as he buries his head into your shoulder, hissing through gritted teeth as he enjoys the way you make him feel with nothing but delight.
“Mine.” He grunts, holding your lower body closer as he starts moving with a slow rhythm, that brings out the sweetest noises he’s ever heard coming from you. “You’re mine.”
The pleasure is stronger than the discomfort, feeling so extraordinarily full with each thrust of Shouto’s hips against your own. He starts with a slow pace that feels like nothing but utter torture.
“Yours.” The hands scratching his back pull his body closer, a stubborn grip on his body as he starts to pick up speed. Pulling away from your neck, Shouto swallows your moans into another kiss.
Not only is he doing wonders to your body with his own, but Shouto gets so lost into his desire, he doesn’t realize his quirk is slowly activating on its own.
His body keeps alternating between freezing cold and suffocating heat, your body shakes, delighted by the stimulation as he keeps switching unconsciously between hot and cold, sensing you into an early release.
Your legs feel light, giving up on you completely, but that doesn’t stop the man in front of you. Carefully, Shouto slides the both of you down on the floor, before taking both of your legs to pull them higher, this makes his thrusts go even deeper inside your already overstimulated self.
“We’re not done yet. Can you still keep up, love?”
With shaky hands you pull him closer again, refusing to let go of Shouto as he keeps moving inside you.
“For you...I’d do anything.”
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pairing: iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader x oikawa tooru
warnings: fakedating!enemies to lovers !!!!!! they’re aged up and they drink??? they’re 18, angst if you squint hard, there’s some making out, swearing and i think that’s it,,, maybe ooc like bro idc at this point bye NO BETA WE DIE LIKE MEN
word count: 4k bro i cried
a/n: HELLO this is one of my parts for the kkc collab !!!! my next part is a matsuhana x reader piece so stay tuned for that one JFKSKRKSK i cried hard (bc i havent write this much like ??? nunca??? ) writing this and i had to rewrite sO MANY TIMES bc i was not ??!??!? satisfied w the results but yeah, it’s 4am and i wrote 4000 words of shit so ENJOY.
link for the masterlist of the collab here 🥳
oikawa rolled his eyes, he couldn’t be more annoyed by the sight in front of him, you hanging on iwaizumi’s back with your arms crossed against his chest, holding yourself from falling. he tried his best to get to like you even a little, but it was hard when you were a literal copy of him, loud, charming and sadly, extremely attractive. and the worst part of that, is that he had to share his iwa-chan with you.
after-class practice was cancelled because the coach had personal stuff to do that day, so oikawa found himself hanging with his fellow third years friends at iwaizumi’s house, which was conveniently next to his own house so he didn’t care at all if he stayed late. the big problem started when you arrived unexpectedly, saying with a smirk that iwaizumi forgot his math book on your house, that was also very conveniently a few blocks away from there. oikawa scowled, very irritated by your presence and how you managed to shift the whole atmosphere of the room with a few words, shifting all the attention to you.
he hated that so much, how you could get all the gazes on you that once were on him, making them yours forever. matsukawa and hanamaki were mocking the face he was making when you were on iwaizumi’s back hugging him, laughing loudly making oikawa’s mood sour instantly. “hiro, maybe we should leave, we have to do the… thing.” matsukawa said softly, narrowing his eyes, only hanamaki and oikawa hearing it with you busy giggling on iwaizumi’s ear. oikawa’s head snapped looking at them with wide eyes, begging silently that they wouldn’t leave him alone with you and iwaizumi, the couple just shrugged and said their goodbyes to the house owner and you, leaving an oikawa looking everywhere but you two.
you lowered yourself from iwaizumi’s back and sat on the couch that was occupied by matsukawa and hanamaki a few minutes ago, iwaizumi sitting next to you moments later. oikawa murmured things you couldn’t quite catch, you watched him narrowing your eyes. “what was that, shittykawa?” your gentle smile did a 180º twist, now that you three were without the company of matsukawa and hanamaki, your voice was laced with venom. you sneered at oikawa’s frown and iwaizumi rolled his eyes. “y/n, don’t tease him.”
‘are they on a first name basis? unacceptable.’ oikawa’s thoughts were filled with jealousy and anger at the same time, watching you smirk and hug his iwa-chan in front of him was enough to make him snap, he did his best to maintain composure in front of his best friend because he was a guest but you, you really made him go insane with a few words and looks. “get your arms off iwa-chan, right now.” iwaizumi looked away.
“and who the fuck are you to tell me what to do?” you scoffed as you stood up from the couch, you felt a hand grabbing your wrist and you turned your head to see iwaizumi’s pleading eyes looking directly into yours with his eyebrows furrowed, slightly shaking his head. you smirked and snatched your hand from his grasp, immediately walking towards the place oikawa was sitting.
oikawa watched you stand up from the couch and how you exchanged a few words with iwa-chan, you turned your head around and looked at him defiantly. he instantly got nervous, what was he supposed to do now? you defied his (very weak) command and iwaizumi didn’t back him up, were you going to punch him? maybe spit on him? that’s kind of kinky, no wait, why is he thinking that? he shook his head and watched you approach him quickly, sitting on his lap. “w-what are you doing?”
“why do you think you can tell me what to do? are you jealous of me getting all iwa-chan’s attention? you know that porcupines have a low attention span.” you smiled wickedly and oikawa heard iwaizumi grunting softly ‘that’s not true.’ but all his attention was on you sitting on top of him literally owning the ambience of the room again, he gawked at you with his mouth slightly open. you watched how he stared you in awe, you raised an eyebrow and he shook his head, trying to gather coherent thoughts. “g-get off of me.”
you pouted, “you didn’t answer my question.”
oikawa rolled his eyes, now getting more annoyed, he was about to answer but iwaizumi had to interject. “yeah, crappykawa, answer her question.” oikawa gasped, feeling betrayed by his best friend, he crossed his arms as you stood up from his lap to sit now, to oikawa’s misfortune, on iwaizumi’s lap. his best friend made no sign of being uncomfortable by your behavior so he just groaned at the sight.
“i’m leaving,” he stood up as quickly as possible and walked to the door. he made one last look to the couch where you were sitting with his friend, he frowned when he saw you laughing at something iwaizumi said.
“c’mon tooru, don’t go.” he heard iwaizumi say.
he slammed the door on his way out.
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akaashi x fem reader smau
Akaashi was polite, yes, but even he had people that he didn’t really like. You were one of them. Not like you cared since you hated him too, but all of a sudden you were paired with him for a project. Now that’s when you care.
status: completed
taglist: closed
genre: e2l au, fluff, crack, a lil angst
introductions ↠ || im fucked ↠ || a deal? ↠ || thats adorable ↠ || always ↠ || i am a slut ↠ || i’d rather not ↠ || fuck the vbc ↠ || he a freak in da sheets ↠ || window seat ↠ || make her beg ↠ || bad luck ↠ || the mall ↠ || i hate him ↠ || fuck it ↠ || crazy in love ↠ || preach ↠ || takumi hiro ↠ || desperate ↠ || death note ↠ || potty mouth ↠ || happy birthday ↠ || sana’s push (end!)
Hiii! May I request a yandere+alpha Shigaraki kidnapping and impregnating his s/o? Thank you! -🍕
PART 3 BITCHES!
A/N >>>>> Part 1 and Part 2 are here <<<< As per the vote, this is fluff! or as close to fluff as i can get with a kidnapping, non/con and caged Omega, but tbh I loved how delicate he treats reader in this chapter, despite all the underlying obsession (which we all know and love) also this was reduced from over 2000+ words of rambling to something more effective so I hope you ENJOYYYY!!!!
You wanted to be docile, submit fully and give everything to your alpha, you body was his to abuse, use as he wished. Shigaraki admired how compliant you were, your mind crumbling under every order he gave, eager to please and desperate for his praise, tingles throughout your body whenever he blessed you with his tender kisses and sickly sweet charm, laced thick with malicious desire to rip you apart and build you into the perfect little omega.
Shigaraki had been with you every day since he stole you away from the world, coming and going as he pleased, leaving bite marks and purple bruises up your thighs to remind you exactly who you belonged too. Frequently leaving you gifts and hoping to make your cage feel more like home, you’d been imprisoned for a small while, but as your first week spent in your new home was also spent nesting you didn’t process the entire gravity of your new reality.
You were still reeling back the remaining drops of energy, the last days of your heat sapping them from you.
The world around you seemed quiet, tranquil - mind waking suddenly and slowly, the comfort of the duvet refusing to let your escape it’s safety; it smelt of home, a mix of earthy fresh summer and a deep pungent musk – one that held a weighted nuance and promised to give you the world so long as you stayed within its suffocating grasp.
And you felt yourself not wanting to leave it’s hold over you.
heavy footprints creeping closer. Peeking your head through a tiny gap in the duvet to see him, smirking down at your vulnerable form, in his hands lay a large wooden tray adorned with pastries and fruits and a large jug of apple juice which he laid upon the brand new table top besides him.
“And how is my little Omega today?” his gruff voice cooed, laced thick is vicious intent, sending shivers down your spine, still unable to fight off your instincts, thighs tingling at the sound of his degrading tone.
Despite how sickly sweet he had been, you always figured he was waiting for an excuse to assert more control over you, allow his grip to grow tighter on you and watch you run back to his safe embrace when life became too sour for you.
Fuck did he love being the only person to take care of you, cradle your innocent body between his destructive hands, inches away from crumbling to dust - the thought of destroying such beauty played on his mind - but knowing you trusted him made him not want to all the more.
Eager to whisper how he could corrupt something so perfect and cage it away all for himself – he treated you as though you were but a fragile doll, fascinated by how you slept so peacefully, smiled so softly despite how vicious he could be. A wicked smirk often danced on his lips, avowing to himself that you were his possession now, proud to have claimed you before you were ‘saved’ by some preach happy hero.
Your lips curled sweetly, large diluted eyes admiring how someone who could be so cruel, treated you with tender care, promising you the world.
Stretching your limbs wide as your rose from the comforts of the nest, large yawns escaping your throat as you shook the groggy fuzz from your mind and body, making your way over to the table as you dressed yourself with one of his large hoodies.
You sat at the table, hands placed delicately on your knees and tucked inside the baggy sleeves.
Mouth-watering at the sight of the food before you, awaiting patiently for Shigaraki to allow you to begin eating – knowing full well what happened if you didn’t.
He smirked and cocked his head as he watched you lick you lips at the buffet before you; soaking in your compliance despite your clear desperation.
“Such a good girl”
Heat pooled in your core
His calloused hand patted your head affectionately, and a small part of you welled with pride.
You knew what he wanted.
“Can I eat please” Timid voice sending shivers up his spine. It didn’t feel like your voice, as though someone else had possessed you, yet there was a relief that flowed through you every time you gave up a tiny slither of responsibility to your new Alpha.
Shigaraki’s smirk warped into a malicious grin, as the twisted thrill hit him, having no clue he would enjoy having so much power over an Omega – deciding then and there to milk your submissive state for all it was worth, before your heat ended and he’d have to resort to more…restrictive measures.
“Please?” he growled darkly, sending your anxiety on edge.
Shigaraki tenderly tilted your chin between his calloused fingers, smiling artfully into your innocent eyes; amused at how only he could make them fill with corrupt greed.
“Can I eat please… Sir” gulping down the last words like a dry pill, your stomach knotting at the intoxicating shame.
He loved watching you stutter and stammer your way into pleasing him, so eager to be praised for obeying, unable to fight those fatal instincts to submit.
“as you asked so nicely” he cooed maliciously as your face flushed pink.
Shigaraki beckoned to the table, watching proudly as your eyes lit up with glee.
You were only two mouthfuls through the hot buttery croissant when your stomach began to flip on itself, overwhelmed with a sudden onslaught of nausea, you ran to bathroom much to your captor’s surprise.
He examined the pastry you had slung onto the table top, before striding towards the bathroom door to be greeted by his Omega face first in the toilet pan.
Shigaraki crouched down, arms slung over his knees, careful not to grip you as to not startle or harm his scared Omega.
Moments passed before his concerned voice broke the silence
“How are you?” That commanding tone still lurking behind his attempts at comfort.
“I feel rough, what was in that food” you laughed at how much of a fool you’d made of yourself, but he simply stared through your attempts at lightening the situation, clearly worried about your condition
As you watched his once twisted features soften, you saw the care and affection that lay beneath his wicked grin.
You wanted nothing more than to trace the outlines of his scars with your fingertips, delicately drag your hands through his unkempt hair and plant kisses along his rough skin.
“I’ll be fine, I just need some water”
He swiftly rose to his feet, pondering what would possibly make you throw up out of the blue first thing in the morning.
You didn’t want to scare him, not knowing if he might suddenly lash out, despite that fact he had never laid a violent finger on you out of anger.
Shigaraki’s heavy footsteps drew closer, floorboards creaking under his weighted strides. when he returned with an ice-cold glass, there was a familiar smirk dancing on his lips. He knew something, and it made your stomach churn again.
He carefully handed you the condensation covered glass, it dripped onto your skin leaving Goosebumps in its wake as you sipped, refusing to look away from the intimidating and cunning Alpha that loomed over you.
“You’ve been such a good little Omega, _____. ” he purred glossing his thumb across your pink cheek as his voice grew eerily soft.
“Let me take good care of you today, would you like that?”
Your face lit up at the gesture, he marvelled at how docile you were just for him,magnified towards his affections no matter what alarm bells rang in your mind.
You nodded gleefully, rising slowly to your feet a calmness washed over as he guided you towards the plush cushions of the couch, his musk swarming your mind.
He’d laid the remote control next to a pile of books and the cushions laid covered in blankets. A hot water bottle rested within its welcoming embrace and a bowl of ice cream awaited you, with its pink spoon laying close to…oh no.
“I figured my Omega deserved the best on such a rough morning” his hand pinching your hip, grip growing tighter as he watched you face sink at the final item on the coffee table.
Your chest sinking and rising in the same breath, the half of your mind that submissively obeyed filled with utter and over flowing bliss at your Alpha taking very good care of you, instincts slapping you in the face as the swirl of bitter sweet happiness met with your sobering mind; you were not tired and hazy because you were in heat anymore, no… you were carrying his pups now.
It was not your heat making you submissive, that was all you.
Shigaraki’s hold over you grew tighter, placing your still obedient body onto the couch and handing you the bowl of ice cream, your mind drew a blank, mouth wide open in shock as your innocent eyes stared solemnly at the unopened pregnancy test that burned into your retina’s.
“We don’t have to test now… do we” stammering and choking on the lump in your throat as you silently begged to not have your harrowing dreams confirmed.
Shigaraki chuckled almost sweetly at your question, running his bony fingers through your soft locks and finally planting an affectionate kiss on your forehead
“Of course not, little one”
He latched tighter to your scalp, perceptive enough to know that he didn’t need further confirmation you were carrying his pups. Making you look him in his possessive, adoring eyes.
Shigaraki knew that he had you forever now.
Inhaling your already changing scent as he cooed, making your core tingle with anticipation, thighs rubs together subconsciously at the sudden need for more friction.
“I’ll take good care of you”
The nightmare finally settling in as he lent closer, locking his rough lips onto yours, stealing your conscious mind with his possessive tongue, breaking your will as he always did. Pulling away just long enough to see you eyes vacant and subservient.
“After all, if you’re not pregnant now-“
Clasping four fingers to your delicate throat.
“-I’m sure we can change that”
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pairing: sakusa kiyoomi x female reader
genre: fluff/angst. depends on you tbh
contains: germaphobe!reader, a pining sakusa, a lil suggestive at the end(? it depends on how you decide to perceive it HAHA)
warnings: none
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The Smut Pile Fantasy Collab
Preface:
Continuing this week!
This writing collaboration is brought to you by the members of our discord server, Pleasant & Strider Present: The Smut Pile. This server is hosted by @pleasantanathema, @linestrider, and @present-mel
Step into our storybook of enchantment and get swept away by writing inspired by all things fairy tale, fantasy, mystic, and, most importantly, sinful. Between our chapters you’ll find sexy tales of witches and witchers, knights and princesses, fairies and demons, and so much more, all explored through our favorite characters.
Every chapter piece is adult 18+ only content and will have appropriate warnings at the beginning of each work.
Once upon a time…
Chapter 1: My Hero Academia
@pleasantanathema All Smite (Villain All Might)
@linestrider Hawks
@enjifuckersupreme Inasa Yoarashi
@mindninjax Katsuki Bakugou (3 Parts)
@jackrrabbit Overhaul
@enjifuckersupreme Shouta Aizawa
Chapter 2: Haikyuu
@joyousandverywarlike Atsumu Miya & Osamu Miya
@whats-her-quirk Daichi Sawamura
@blahkugo Kei Tsukishima
@jackrrabbit Keiji Akaashi
@bonnuit-tournesol Kenma Kozume
@thisisthehardestthing Satori Tendō
@bakatenshii Team Seijoh
@lookslikeleese Tetsurō Kuroo
@pleasantanathema Ushijima Wakatoshi
Chapter 3: Attack on Titan
@present-mel Reiner Braun Part I, Part 2
@emailandpassword Zeke Yeager
Our collab doesn’t have a hard deadline for our members, so keep checking back to see when your favorite character has a link!
Better Than Imagination
Pairing: Aoba Johsai x Reader
Genre/Warnings: NSFW, PWP, Gangbang, This is just pure filth and self-indulgent, Also maybe kind of fluff and smut? Well, as fluffy as a gangbang could possibly be.
Summary: The Seijoh boys find out at a team reunion that their ex-manager has never done anything physical before and they plan on changing that.
Requested by Anon
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mister; tomura shigaraki.
a/n: this was a fic request from another of my lovely commissioners 💕
warnings: noncon, teacher-student dynamic, rejection/one-sided love, alcohol, groping, handjobs, fingering, forced orgasm, female reader.
word count: 3.6k
“You shouldn’t be here with us.”
That warning hummed in your ears, the memory still so vivid that it could have happened today, or yesterday, or the day before. Your leader said so little and so much all at the same time, and enduring the weight of his actions versus the sting of his words was like fighting an impossible war, the ground being yanked out from underneath your feet every time you thought you held victory in your hands.
But there were perks to dealing with someone as hard to predict as Shigaraki. Perhaps not worthwhile ones to most, but in your heart, nestled to you close and safe, they were priceless.
“Mr. Tomura, can I talk to you?”
The first, and certainly the most important, was that he wouldn’t turn you to dust the moment you spoke up. And that would’ve been the likely scenario for any normal person who dared to interrupt him while he stood alone on the rooftop, just a few floors above where you had your meetings with the League. During your missions, he commanded attention with his presence alone…but standing all by his lonesome, looking out over the orange-streaked sky as the sun set on the horizon, he seemed more human now than he might ever be.
“Mh. Come closer. Can’t hear you mumbling from back there.”
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𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁 | 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗮𝘄𝗮 𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗶 (𝗺.)
˒ 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗌𝗎𝗄𝖺𝗐𝖺 𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗂/𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ˒ 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾: 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 ˖ 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 ˒ 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 𝟸𝟿𝟷𝟼 ˒ 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗌: 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉, 𝗉𝗎𝗇𝗄!𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗂 ˒ 𝖼𝗐: 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗒, 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗌𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝖼𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗎𝗌, 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄, 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝖾, 𝖼𝗎𝗆 𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗆𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗆𝗌
+ 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾: 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗎𝗅𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗂 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍!
˖˖ 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗒 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈.
⇦ 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙣𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣.
© 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗶𝘁𝗮 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟬. 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗺𝗼𝗱𝗶𝗳𝘆 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁.
The bass shook your very core as you swayed to the beat. The drink in your hand was almost empty as you tipped it back for another sip. You glanced to the side to where your boyfriend was chilling, leaning against the wall with a cigarette tucked between his lips.
Issei Matsukawa had been your boyfriend since your first year of highschool; you’d been together for more than 5 years. He was attractive, a fact you’d known long before anyone else. It wasn’t that he was unattractive in high school, simply awkward and still growing into his own. He had been more lanky standing at 6’2”, fit from playing volleyball but worn down from the stress of school and graduating.
Currently, he’s grown to 6’3” and filled out much more. Throughout the years, he’d acquired numerous tattoos that now formed full sleeves on both his arms with an incomplete back piece and a couple scattered on his pecs. He’d also gotten a nose and lip piercing to go along with the numerous adorning his ears. He’d developed his own style, typically opting for ripped, well-fitting jeans, dark t-shirts and leather jackets to go with biker boots he seemed to always be wearing no matter how much he complained of how they hurt when he wore them too much.
You felt lucky to have been by his side through it all, watching him grow into a wonderful man and find himself until he became comfortable in his own skin.
Unfortunately, the more confident he grew, the more others started to notice him; specifically other women.
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“Spin the bottle! Let’s play Spin the Bottle!” Ashido squeaked excitedly, flinging her arms high to grab everyone’s attention. While some groaned at the thought, others cheered at the chance to pass some time while Class 1-A, like the rest of U.A. High, found themselves in lockdown.
A villain threat had been called into the school earlier that day. With the teacher-pro-heroes patrolling the grounds, Principal Nezu had ordered the students to stay inside their dormitories for the time being. Understandably, the students from the Heroes Department were itching to help out but Nezu had insisted they stay put.
And that’s how you found yourself playing Spin the Bottle. Ashido was persistent. No one got the chance to protest.
“Alright, ____.” She said once the sofas and chairs had been moved so that Class 1-A in its entirety could sit in a large circle. She put an empty coke bottle in the centre and then grinned at you. “You’re up first!”
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MASTERLIST: Ashido Mina Asui Tsuyu Bakugou Katsuki Iida Tenya Jirou Kyouka Kirishima Eijirou Koda Koji Ojiro Mashirao Sero Hanta Shouji Mezou Todoroki Shouto Tokoyami Fumikage Uraraka Ochako
[More Coming Soon…]
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Welcome to the masterlist for my mini Spin the Bottle series. No one likes being in lockdown, but hopefully these heroes-in-training can make your day a little brighter. Keep safe, wash your hands and I hope you enjoy the reads!
Tempting Tempest
Shark!Bakugou X mer!reader (+more)
Warnings: mentions of noncon/dubious themes, slight violence, sexual themes
A/N: this wasn’t even one of the big ideas I had for mermay, but I started writing it at work and it just sort of happened. I plan on writing scenarios for both option one and option two (see the end of the fic), and if I get inspired, I’ll write scenarios for more characters too! I love mermaids so it would just be wrong if I didn’t post something for mermay.
Peering over a large lump of pink, spindly coral, your eyes narrowed in on an octopus, languidly scuttling its way through the sand. You licked your lips and heard your stomach rumble: octopus wasn’t the most tantalizing meal in the ocean, but at the moment, it was the safest when your food sources were so scarce. That, and a couple of its legs could satiate a few of your sisters who, like you, have not been mated as of yet.
It was May, which meant that it was time for the more male-dominant pods from the south to migrate up to the central waters to enjoy the warming waters. Both your sisters and other pod-mates alike had been snatched up by these tail-hungry mermen, either by being wowed and wooed by different trinquets and talismans the males had created for special bonding occasions such as these, or for the more stubborn and jittery merfolk such as yourself, being captured and forced to mate. Wooed or not, you wanted nothing to do with it, and the repercussions of avoiding the frenzied scuffle was lack of food and resources.
So that Octopus was yours.
Your tail swished back and forth as you slowly pulled your dagger out of your side pouch. Tasty or not, you and your sisters were going to feast. But just as you were about to pounce, a dark shadow loomed over the octopus. You looked up to see a marlin and your dinner-plate eyes only grew that much larger.
Mine.
You swam, fast and furious towards your prey, jetting through the water with smooth finesse. You were the swiftest in your pod, something you pride yourself on—even still, that marlin saw you coming a mile away and darted quickly in the opposite direction. That didn’t stop your pursuit. You chased the giant fish under large, rocky arches and through a tall, kelpy forest, determined to make the fish your meal.
It took you far too long to notice the second shadow that had been falling over you throughout your fishing endeavor. Missing a beat, you slammed yourself into a rock the marlin used to scale to get away. Goosebumps appeared on your arm when you heard snickering from above you.
Looking up, you could see only his silhouette. You couldn’t tell who it could have been, but you knew he was male by the sharp point of his fluke; he was a shark—possibly one of the most violent breeds of merfolk around. A short glance out into the abyss and you saw the marlin miles away. Your hungry brain told you that if the merman was in pursuit of the fish as well, and that if you were to fight him for it, you would undoubtedly lose, but looking back at the silhouette, you could tell by the tilt of his head that the merman had no interest in the marlin. But he had his own dagger in his hands. He was hunting and you were his game.
Before you could get another moment to think, the merman curled down in a beautiful arc and dove down straight for you. You inhaled through your gills and bolted away in an entirely new direction in an attempt to throw your pursuer off, but with a deliberate flick of his tail, he made the sharp turn and was trailing behind you in no time.
You stayed low, hoping you could lose him after swimming around around large stacks of sediment, but whenever you could steal a glance back he was right there, grinning wickedly, advancing on you even more.
“You can’t swim forever, little guppy,” you heard him snarl behind you, his tone half-amused with a note of agitation. You felt fingers curl around the base of your fluke, and though you tried to jerk him away, his grip was vice.
You descended, skidding along a sandy seabed, scratching your arms and torso on absconded rocks. You hissed in pain, but managed to keep a tight hold on your dagger throughout your entire fall. Large hands grabbed a hold of your tail and flipped you over with ease, pushing you back down against the seabed where pale, glittering sand pushed up off the floor and floated around you. Finally able to see your attacker up front, you had to hold your breath to keep from gasping.
Despite hating him on sight, there was a moment where you thought to yourself that he was the most gorgeous creature you’d ever seen. Ash-colored hair swayed gently with the easy ocean currents. Hungry, crimson eyes were a beautiful, stark contrast to the incessant blue that flooded your everyday life. And the way his bronzed abs flexed as he caught his breath had liquid heat rushing through your tail. You wanted to reach out and touch the hook-shaped scar on his left peck. It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if you did. Merfolk were curious creatures, and most of you found that the easiest way to satiate their curiosities was through touch.
So you did. You lifted your free hand and drew your fingers along the rough edges of his scarred skin. He bristled at the contact, but didn’t stop you, opting to eye you with equal interest. You felt the beat of his two-chambered heart thrumming against his flushed skin. It was mesmerizing—almost as much as the gentle rumbling that reverberated from his chest—the tell that he was ready to mate.
The tips of his fingers touched your bare shoulder, slid up your neck, and found their home on your chin. He tilted your head once to the left, once to the right to check your neck to see if you’d already been mated. He let out a content hum and placed his hand on the back of your neck. Fluttering excitement buzzed down your spine to your fluke, and you slapped your tail against the floor to try to ease your sudden fervor. It didn’t help, and by the look on his face, he knew he had you. You thought for a moment that maybe you could mate; there really was no reason to be so stubborn. It was only natural and you were of age. The alluring rumbling from his chest was obviously getting to you, but why would you let yourself be mad over being picked by a very attractive suitor. You could mate with him. You could…
But then he had to go and speak again.
“Not so keen on fleeing now, huh?” The triumphant tone he kept had your scales flaring. “And here you had me thinking you were gonna put up a bit of a fight.” He flashed a toothy grin. Sharp. Dangerous. You didn’t want those teeth anywhere near you.
You swung your dagger at him. He caught your wrist with ease. His grin only grew wider as he pinned your arm back against the ocean floor. You hissed at him, grabbing a fistful of sand and flinging it at his face. He coughed and sputtered, so you used that opportunity to sweep your tail up and across his stupid, beautiful face. He let up and you were able to kick against the floor and swim up in a desperate search for an escape.
From the view, it seemed you had three options.
Option one: you could brave the sea cave you spotted miles away. The contents of the dark were unknown to you, but you figured you could brave the unknown and wait until this merman loses interest. You probably wouldn’t be able to eat for the rest of the day, but it sure as hell beat being mated to some arrogant, two-pricked shark. (Octo!Aizawa—noncon)
Option two: fight the arrogant, two-pricked shark. You might’ve not been the strongest fish in the sea, but you were fast and, at times, cunning. Your pride was on the line anyhow and if it was a fight he wanted, it was a fight he was going to get. (Shark!Bakugou—dubcon)
Option three: swim away some more. The ocean was vast, but you were bound to run into something or someone that could help fend this fiend off of you sooner or later, if he doesn’t get tired from the chase first. Swimming away would surely open a few more paths for you too. But you’d have to be fast. (Other mer!character scenarios that may come up)
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fierce, ambitious, loyal — just few of the many ways to describe the haikyuu boys. but have you ever wondered what they’re really like behind closed bedroom doors? what dark desires and dirty kinks are tangled between their sheets? welcome to a mini rollercoaster of smut, one that takes twists and turns into what really drives the haikyuu boys crazy.
warning: smut. Big Big series of smut (they’re aged up).
i. kozume kenma - a rude awakening
ii. nishinoya yu - say my name
iii. sugawara koushi - learning patience
iv. akaashi keiji - you look so pretty like that
v. bokuto koutarou - center of attention
vi. kuroo tetsurou - best seat in the house
vii. oikawa tooru - hit it until it breaks
viii. kageyama tobio - birdbox
ix. yamaguchi tadashi - sweeter than candy
x. iwaizumi hajime - under your spell
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