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(Big thank you to all the Genjis who filmed this with me HAHAHA )

first law of motion

gojo satoru x reader

r18

word count: 9,500

[soulmate identifying marks, canon divergence, reader is not a sorcerer, alcohol mention, shogi as a plot fixture, gojo is forced to reckon with his humanness, and everyone else’s for that matter, gojo goes from indifference to absolute obsession, and he discovers a need to take care of his lover on the way, reader is kind of a hot mess tbqh]

Things are bound to get a little messy when your soulmate is Satoru Gojo.

It’s a summer weekend, and Tokyo is swollen with August heat and tourists. Bodies brushing against bodies, skin gummy and damp. A lot is happening, and a part of him wants to tune it all out. He gets the instinctive urge to shield his eyes, even though they’re already covered.

There’s some convention going on, he doesn’t keep up to date on that kind of thing. All he knows is the swelter and the quiet unrest that comes with it.

Crime increases during heat waves; so do curse attacks. He’s been sent to deal with some disaster, well below his pay grade. It didn’t even cross his mind to reject the request. The last few months have clouded his sense of purpose. The near misses and injuries, watching people under his protection be battered and brutalized—

He can do this, so he does. He can do anything. So he does.

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Crash

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Truth in Wine (Present Mic x Fem Reader)

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Rating: Explicit

Characters: Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic)

Inspiration: My piece for the Citrus Dome Discord server’s Gods AU collab featuring Hizashi as Bacchus/Dionysus/Liber ;) Check out all of the other incredible fics here! Special DJ Present Mic-style shout out to my man Pliney the Elder for the title inspo

Prompt: Worship has always been a part of your daily routine. Each season you place the fruits of your labor at the altar. Every day you pray. It’s human nature, seeking answers from the Gods.

But you never expected one to answer…

Word Count: ~12k

(Also on Ao3 here!)

Photo credit: @sharks_line2 on Twitter 

This had surely been a bad idea from the start. Your friends had wheedled and coaxed you for weeks to join them, to sneak out of your home with them at dusk to take shelter in the sacred grove on the nearby slope of Aventine for a night of drunken abandon.

The bacchanalia, they whispered. A festival of religious ecstasy mixed with a carnival of earthly delights, a gathering of outcasts and castoffs, where wine would flow and inhibitions would be left at the treeline to be shrugged back on at sunrise.

Freedom, they tempted. Freedom from society, from expectation. From the weight of your thoughts and the confines of your mortal body. If you did it right, they added with a wink.

The clear, targeted implication of that last bit had you flushing hard, but you’d be lying if you said that it wasn’t ultimately what convinced you to go. Even one night to exchange the tangle of your mind for pure, simple pleasure had been undeniably appealing. The established time limit, combined with the lack of attached strings and potential consequences, had been the final selling points.

So your little group had stumbled through the streets, all hushed, breathless laughter, shawls pulled low over your heads and cloaks tucked in close. The setting sun cast the high stone walls of Rome into shadow, broken only by the flickering flames of street lights and squares of oil-lamp lit windows, the last of which fell away the closer you grew to the grove. 

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If you’re a monster fucker, reblog this.

I liked it before but now 😍

A/B/O fanfiction except that instead of people's ~uncontrollable animal instincts~ being rape-y possessive psuedo-wolf bullshit, it's all based on birds

a bunch of broody intense alphas building nests like bowerbirds and doing ridiculous mating dances and song competitions to win over omegas going into heat, please

i have the warmth of the sun within me tonight

characters: takami keigo | hawks

genre: smut n fluff

notes: this piece was written with someone specific in mind, but i wanted to share it here, too!! this is, by far, the healthiest and most wholesome piece i’ve ever posted on my blog ehehe | title cred: the warmth of the sun by the beach boys

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, reader is extremely scared of thunderstorms, v romantic, shower sex, minimal prep, slight size difference/size kink

words: 4.6k

synopsis:

“Make it stop, Kei, please, m-make it stop, make it go away,” the words are nearly inaudible, wept into his chest and muffled by his jacket, snarled, snared, snagged on the choked sobs and gagged sniffles that scrabble and tear at your throat with their razored talons.

And even drenched, clothes sopping with rainwater, he’s still so warm, like he has liquid sun flowing through his veins, scalding waves of heat radiating off of his body and seeping into yours, cozy and consoling as it douses you, as it sinks into your skin, your bones, your soul itself and marinates there, twisting and twirling into a small ball of sunshine, of him, that sends pulsing zaps of warmth circulating through your flesh.

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masterlist

hawks x reader

Crawl Home to Me 

r18,   12,000w

[[healing healing healing (emotionally & physically), hurt/comfort, strangers to lovers, sometimes we save ourselves by saving each other]]

Warmer Weather

r18, 9,000w

[[Hurt/Comfort, self actualizing by looking at miniatures, wing kink, stranger to lovers]]

Nesting Instinct

r18,  5,000w

[[avian keigo, bird traits, heat/rut, pinch of angst, lovers to…..lovers? ;) ]]

Coincide pt. 1

 r18,  5,000w

Coincide pt. 2

pg13, 5,500w

[[soulmate au, gratuitous wing foreplay, Hawks’ wings behaving like actual bird wings, grinding, mutual pining, hurt/comfort, hawks is a huge cry baby fight me about it]] 

Drown i

pg13, 3,000w

[[vigilante keigo, illegal underground fighter keigo as well, hurt/comfort, slow burn, unhealthy coping mechanisms]]

cold Spell

pg13, 1,000w

[[post attack snuggles, protective keigo, bathtime]]

under the weather

pg, 600w

[sick fic, keigo takes care of you, that’s it]

please daddy?

r18, 2,000w

[[daddy kink lite, face f******g/oral s**, praise kink, soft dom, messy messy messy]]

hitoshi shinsou x reader

No Grave to Hold My Body Down

r18,  10,000w

[[ pro-hero Shinsou, idiots to lovers, BIG Hurt/Comfort (emphasis on both hurt and comfort), Shinsou is a SOFT Dom who gets off on kindness you heard it here]]

dabi x reader

Heaven for Nonbelievers

r18,  word count: 11,000

[[hurt/comfort, sharing space, strange domesticity, strangers to lovers, gray morality to less gray morality, sometimes grief has teeth]]

aizawa shouta x reader

in Good Faith

pg,  700w 

[[pure fluff, hurt/comfort, aizawa can only truly decompress when he knows you’re safe and sound]]

All the Way Up

r18, 1,700w

[[bath time (what else), shaving, edging, “good girl”,  jealous aizawa, also he’s a service top]]

izuku midoriya x reader

Homebodies

pg13,  1,600w

[[pro hero midoriya, fluff, pining and then not pining, showering together, care and keeping and kisses, No Plot Just Love]]

tamaki amajiki x reader

Morning, Sunshine

r18, 900w

[[morning s**, praise kink, snuggle f******]]

Creature Comforts

r18, 800w

[[ SOFT dom, snuggling f******** (what else) slight sensory dep, tentacles]]

bakugou katsuki x reader

how to set fires

r18, 12,000w

[[ strangers to lovers, hurt/comfort, soft bakugou, pro hero baku/civilian reader, tenderness, feeding as a love language, vague codependency ]]

love language 

pg13, 800w

[[sof baku, care and comfort and soup, (bath time)]]