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do it for me — t. fushiguro

PAIRING: angel of death!toji fushiguro x mortal!fem!reader

SUMMARY: if only you knew going to confession would lead straight to more sin.

WARNINGS: dark content, religious themes, explicit smut, public sex, multiple orgasms, corruption kink (if you squint), virginity loss, unprotected sex, sacrilege, praise kink, pet names (sweetheart, good girl), creampie

WORD COUNT: 2.2k

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yoongi- what was your first impression of yn? when did you really start liking them? also hows the bullying you’re getting from other anons 😭

"I thought she was a little weird," he deadpans.

You thwack him on his shoulder with a hard-lidded glare as he cackles at your reaction.

"Honest to God, when you walked in I was like 'why is she just standing there'," he wheezes as you pout at him.

"Well fuck you too," you sniff, sulking.

"Then I got to know her," he says softly, continuing his response as he pulls your chair closer to him in a way that makes you swoon even harder. "She was a force of her own. But I liked that about her. I liked the energy she brought to my life—and all the colours that came with her."

You flush.

"And as for the bullying, it's been surprisingly...mild," he says dubiously, "But I've read the comments throughout the entire journey—and damn, you guys are brutal."

"Did you see? They have a __ protection squad!" you chirp excitedly.

"I can protect you now, no worries," Yoongi snaps right before he sighs. "Sorry. I appreciate it. I was a douche—but I'm self-aware. Can we stop with the slander?"

"It isn't slander if it was true—!"

yo....this w suna....my brain is mush omfg

oh-

cw nsft, fingering, praise, dumbification | MINORS DNI

imagine suna praising you everytime he sees you react when he curls and pushes his fingers a little bit deeper. him hearing your muffled sounds as your face is smushed onto the pillow keeps his smirk plastered on his face.

you can’t help but keep your legs closed, hips moving with the way suna rams his thick fingers into you, and his breathy praises of good girl and t’s my baby makes your pussy clamp on him tighter.

“yeah?” suna chuckles as he watches you lift your ass before he starts pushing his fingers faster into you, feeling him hit the spot that makes you let out the prettiest moans.

he knows you can’t say anything, and he loves seeing you like this — all speechless and submissive at how good he makes you feel.

so he does the talking, “good girl,” before he removes his fingers to massage your ass, a sign of appreciation for being so good to him.

and you have to be prepared for what’s about to happen next.

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...halloween with spencer would include...

spooky season Spencer is something else

first of all, he'd probably wake you up with a scare at least twice a week

but he'd always kiss it better

if you liked halloween as much as he does here's how it would look

the scary stories would be flowing all month

it'd turn into a scaring competition lowkey

he'd always come up with new lore since he loves to research things

"Actually, the Jack-O-Lantern tradition originated in 19th Century Ireland."

"Rookie stats, Spence."

you'd both freak out the B.A.U team

you'd leave ominous messages and scary masks littered on doorsteps and desks

you'd go all out decorating, too

your house/ apartment would be the scariest of them all

i headcannon that you'd do the ghost tiktok photoshoot trend

if you didn't like halloween here's how it would look

Spencer would try every single year to get you to love it

its his favorite season and he wants to share that with you

he'd start small

cute decorations gifted to you so you'd have to use them

maybe a scary movie over your favorite meal

reading spooky stories together

everything he tried wouldn't work tho

he couldn't even kiss it into you

you loved him so much that it didn't even matter

one day you surprised him with a halloween sweater

"This is for you, Spence, but don't think you've won me over."

"You know, statistically, giving gifts is a sign of surrender."

"Shut up, you."

Ultimately, you'd both love watching the kids trick-or-treat, dreaming about some of your own one day

you'd both take Henry and Hank trick-or-treating

you'd both eat way too much candy

it'd be a fun night because you were together

Spencer always let you celebrate how you chose to every year

he was just grateful that you spent it with him

@cricketscreations

00:53 AM

It was a little cold, you were sitting around waiting for Ijichi to pick you up after you were done fighting a curse. Your boyfriends coat covering your shoulders even though you told him you're fine. He’s sitting few feet away from you, his tie still wrapped around his hand, holding a cigarette in the other hand. Looking at him, you were thinking about how hot he looks while smoking. When he noticed you staring at him, he looked at you wondering if there was something wrong. You blushed and looked away “ I was just wondering.. aren't you feeling cold?” You asked, since his sleeves were rolled up and his shirt was unbuttoned “No I’m really good” he smiled at you.

Nanami inhaled some smoke, You kept watching him as his chest moves while he exhale “I don't see you smoking often” nanami blew the smoke out of his mouth and looked at you “It's a bad habit so I'm trying to get rid of it... It isn’t easy though” Nanami said as he continued smoking. Your eyes didn’t leave him, when he removed the cigarette out of his mouth, tapped the cigar twice for the ashes to fall when he suddenly asked you “Wanna try it?” The question was unexpected. You weren’t sure whether to accept or not, but his hand was already in front of your mouth, the cigarette between his index and thumb. You looked at him and put your lips around the cigarette nervously “slowly. don’t inhale a lot”, he said, watching you carefully. You inhaled a tiny amount before moving away quickly and opening your mouth to let the smoke out , your eyes teared up a bit. Nanami giggled at your reaction “don’t like it?” “It taste just like how it smells” .he patted your head with a slight smile on his features “Smoking is not suitable for little girls” You felt shy at what he said as his finger wipes the tears in corner of your eye. You’re watching him inhaling some smoke. His hand cupped your face when he got closer to you. His lips are pressed against yours while he blows the smoke out of his mouth. The nicotine smells and tastes bad, but somehow nanami makes it better. It only took a few minutes before Ijichis arrival. Nanami got up, his hand reached yours as you both headed to the car.

Sorry for any grammar mistake 👉🏽👈🏽

𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙠 | 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟭

pairing: miya atsumu x gn!reader, terushima yuji x gn!reader

summary: smacking your friend's ass in greeting is funny. but it's not as funny when you smack the wrong ass. based on this post.

wc: 2.8k

warnings: some cursing, the words 'smack' and 'ass' are used a lot

tags: fluff, honestly this is just crack

a/n: big thanks to @angelkiyoko for fueling me with the encouragement to see this through!

next

'where are you?'

'idk'

with a groan, you stow your phone in your pockets as you begin to search for your friend, yuji, amongst the throngs of college students milling about.

it's been more than a year since you last saw him and last you remembered, yuji had an undercut and dyed-blonde hair. but how many blonde-haired guys with undercuts were six feet tall?

surprisingly, more than you think.

you ignore the weird looks from other students going by as you squint at every male student in the vicinity, hoping to spot a familiar face.

but just as you’re about to reach for your phone to call yuji, you notice a head full of dazzling blonde hair, shining like a beacon.

you double-checked your surroundings before returning your attention to the blonde in the distance.

a black hoodie and jeans? definitely something yuji would wear.

a malicious grin began to spread across your features as the perfect opportunity showed itself in the form of the blonde leaning over to pick up something he had dropped. perfect for you to run over and give that wonderful round butt a good smack.

the tips of your fingers began to tingle in anticipation as you rubbed your palms together. oh, it’s going to be the reunion of the century, you think. you stoop down and break into a sprint, closing the distance between you and that ass within seconds and as soon as you're within reach, your arm pulls back and flies forward till a resounding smack is heard.

you watch with twinkling eyes as the blonde falls forward from the force of the smack, yelping in shock whilst you laugh with glee, unaware that you did not just slap your friend, yuji's ass, but the ass of a complete stranger.

"ow! what the heck?"

your maniacal laughter is interrupted as soon as you hear the unfamiliar voice. frozen in place, your mouth hangs wide open.

dyed-blonde hair. an undercut. similar fashion sense.

yet, the guy standing before you is definitely not terushima yuji.

a quiet ‘oh shit’ is muttered as the realization of what you have just done dawns on you. scrambling to his feet, the blonde shoots a glare that sends a chill down your spine.

his handsome features were contorted with utter disgust and anger as he stares you down from his towering height.

"i'm very sorry!" your apology falling from your lips in a frenzy as you hid your hands behind your back and bowed deeply.

this is mortifying. where the hell is yuji?

“care to explain before i call the cops on you?"

your head shoots up immediately and you hold your hands up in a surrendering gesture.

“please don't call the cops on me! i thought you were my friend and smacked your ass!" you splutter, feeling your face heat up.

you watch nervously as he crosses his arms, his face unreadable as you continue to let words tumble out of your mouth.

"it was an accident i swear, my friend has blonde hair and an undercut too, and you have the same fashion sense too." you provide an explanation. as you avoid his gaze, an uneasy laugh escapes your lips. you're convinced that you're blushing so hard that anyone within a meter radius of you could feel the heat emanating from your face.

you’re beyond embarrassed and the stranger is so intimidating that you actually feel your knees go weak. but he’s handsome, your brain helpfully supplies.

“what? do i got something on my face?” he inquires, arching his brow at you. but before you can say anything else, an arm is draped over you, bringing you in till your cheek is squished against a toned chest. your initial impulse was to push the stranger away, but as soon as your eyes started tearing up from the sheer amount of cologne you could smell on the familiar stranger, you knew who it was.

"sorry about that man.” the amusement is clearly evident in his voice as yuji sniggers. you scoff as you push yourself away from him, scrunching your nose as his cologne continues to attack your senses.

"i'm the friend, so we'll get going now," yuji adds nonchalantly, taking your hand in his. his hands are cold and you narrow your eyes at him. how convenient of him to show up just in time.

you barely have time to react or even get another apology out before the blonde whose ass you meant to smack pulls you away. leaving the victim of your hand, looking half annoyed and half perplexed.

"wait, yuji!" but he doesn't stop; instead, he drags you along as you both run away at full speed. (it's more like he runs and you try your best to keep up)

still, despite the hurry, you turn back to the unfortunate soul whose ass you smacked on accident and you yell, "i'm sorry for smacking your ass!"

you're too far away to hear his response but you manage to note that he's smirking at you, eyes hooded with a chilling gleam to them.

and for whatever reason, you can't help but feel like you've stumbled into a fox's den.

"i saw everything from start to finish," yuji confidently declares.

"and you didn't think of stepping in sooner to stop me from embarrassing myself?" snarling, you lean across the table to punch him in the shoulder.

you're both sitting in a cafe a good distance away from your university. pressing your palms to your cheeks, you felt the stubborn warmth that refused to go away. surely after that humiliating incident, you'd think you've got more than your fair share of blood rushing to your face.

"if i get arrested you have to bail me out," you tell yuji before taking a long sip from your drink. it was barely six o'clock in the evening but you feel like your soul had barely escaped the devil himself.

your mind wanders back to the blonde guy from earlier. you hadn't gotten his name or his number, not that you were interested in him of course. it was merely so that you could apologise to him again and hopefully, find a way to make amends. your compelling thought process satisfies you, but you're startled out of your reverie as yuji waves his hand in your face.

"what?" you ask, pushing his hand away from your face.

"did you not hear a word i said? i asked you who had a better ass," yuji stated, a confident grin making its way to his face.

"it's mine isn't it?" he asks, pointing to himself.

your heart soars at the sight of yuji's distraught face when you answer that he did not have the better ass.

"samu!"

atsumu enters the kitchen after hearing his brother's replying grunt, anticipating him to be hanging over the stove, preparing dinner.

"ya won't believe what happened ta me today," atsumu drawls as he opens the refrigerator to grab an ice-cold bottle of water.

"did you get hit on again?" osamu asked, not looking up from the pot of broth he had on the stove.

"something like that," atsumu shrugged in response. his hand gingerly brushes against his butt. "someone smacked my ass out in the open thinking i was their friend," he explains, wincing slightly from the stinging sensation that remained.

"and it was a hella good smack too, my ass still stings," atsumu added as he drew out a chair, eyeing it with contempt.

his twin finally looks away from the stove, a bewildered expression on his face. "ya serious?" osamu murmured, his eyes gleaming with amusement. much to atsumu's chagrin, his brother only laughs at his demise.

"god, i should've been there to see it!" osamu exclaimed, in-between peals of laughter as he clutched his sides for dear life.

atsumu rolls his eyes as he chugs his water. at least you were cute, he thinks. cheeks turning bright pink as he reminisced about the incident earlier and your flustered expression.

if he ever saw you again, he was not going to let you run away.

after the terribly traumatic events of yesterday, you hadn’t expected to meet the guy with the nice ass again.

after all, you haven’t seen him at all until yesterday. so why would you suddenly bump into him in front of the vending machines today of all days?

well, fate certainly has it out for you.

as soon as you lock eyes with him, your hopes of him putting the events of the previous day past him are dashed when he opens his mouth.

“oh hey, you’re the person who smacked my ass outta nowhere.”

his statement is said loud and clear, and you feel your cheeks heating up again as the students nearby begin to glance between the two of you with wide eyes.

“hello…” you begin, fidgeting with your fingers, “i'm sorry for... what happened yesterday but do you mind not calling me that? it's misleading and i have a name you know,” you remark, casting a glance at the students still milling about, not quite far enough to be out of earshot.

"misleading?" he questions, tilting his head to the side.

you immediately regret your choice of words as the blonde smirks at you before shouting at the top of his lungs.

"WHAT'S SO MISLEADING ABOUT SEXUAL HARASSMENT?" he yells, cupping his mouth as he continues. "THERE WAS NO CONSENT GIVEN TO YOU TO SMACK MY ASS!"

if only a black hole appeared under you right now and swallowed you whole.

"i said i was sorry! please stop yelling!" you try to plead with him.

you're half convinced that the guy before you is the devil himself as he blatantly ignores you and continues with what he set out to do. leaving you with no choice but to shut him up with physical force.

this is humiliating, you think. you're jumping up and down like an idiot, attempting to clamp your hand over his mouth while he expertly manoeuvres around you, evading you with ease.

"god, are you a fucking eel?" a curse slips out of your mouth in your annoyance but at the same time, you trip over your own feet as your attempt to outmanoeuvre the blonde fails.

you squeeze your eyes shut, bracing yourself for the impact of falling flat on your face. but instead of the cold hard ground, you're met with a warm chest and even warmer hands holding you steady.

"wow, so now you're just gonna jump me in broad daylight?"

you immediately push yourself off of him, fanning your face with your hands. the fine hairs on the back of your neck are raised and you feel electrified. you blink rapidly as your brain tries to keep up with the frenzy of your heart.

"i'm really sorry," you apologise once more. your apologies have always been genuine but you're too flustered by this annoyingly attractive guy to even consider decking him in the face instead.

"I'll do anything to make it up to you."

as soon as the words leave your mouth, a wide grin spreads across his lips.

"that so? my name's atsumu," he introduces himself, "if you want to make it up to me, you'll have to..."

as atsumu recites what he wants from you, you feel dread start to creep into the pits of your stomach.

"you know where the volleyball team hold their practices, don't you?" he asks. you shake your head in response but atsumu is already walking away, eyes bent into cheery crescents as he waves goodbye to you.

"see you later!"

you're left absolutely confused and you can't help the frustrated shriek that escapes your throat as you fall to the floor in defeat.

"who the hell asks for a sandwich only available on the other side of the country?" you grumble to yourself.

you recall what happened earlier, and your chest tightens from the overwhelming frustration that grips you.

miya atsumu.

a simple google search was enough to let you find out his identity.

if it weren't for the fact that the man was hellbent on torturing you, you might've developed a crush on him. aside from being a top athlete, he was also blessed in the appearance department as evidenced by the multiple images that accompanied your google search.

as you delete your search history, the time displayed at the top of your phone screen attracts your attention. It's already nine o'clock at night, and volleyball practice is still going on.

the sandwich and isotonic drink you had gotten from 7/11 was beginning to weigh down on your arm as you waited for atsumu to show up.

"sorry i couldn't get you the sandwich you wanted, but there was no way i could've gotten it and made it back within the day," you recite to yourself. you had spent the past hour perfecting that statement for when you'd see atsumu again, even going down to the fine details of adding the right amount of emotion so he'd be convinced of your sincerity.

"why does volleyball practice end so late anyway?" you mutter under your breath, stuffing your hands into the pockets of your jacket. you weren't too bothered by spending your meagre allowance on atsumu but it did slightly irritate you that the gym was so far away from the dorms. it was a cold night after all.

but it was too late to regret your choice of footwear as you endured the chill of the night air in your slippers.

thankfully you didn't have to wait too long as you spotted atsumu emerge from the gym with the rest of his teammates, a few you recognised from his social media that you stalked earlier.

you hadn't even realised the students around you weren't just loitering and they had specifically waiting for the boys to show up. so it took another ten minutes of sitting on a bollard (not meant for sitting on) before atsumu is making his way over to you with a sneer etched onto his lips.

"that's not what i asked for," atsumu noted, raising an eyebrow at the plastic bag you thrust in his direction.

"i got you an isotonic drink too," you say, "sorry i couldn't get you the sandwich you wanted, but there was no way i could've gotten it and made it back within the day,"

your excuse spills out naturally, just like how you practised while waiting for him and you feel slightly proud of your acting skill.

"hmph."

you're appalled as atsumu pouts and crosses his arms as if he was a petulant child being denied of his wants.

"guess you weren't serious about being sorry after all," he sighs with a shake of his head.

should i hit him again?

you eye him up and down, contempt was written all over your face as your cheek twitched in distaste.

a snigger catches your attention and you look towards the source just in time to see one of atsumu's friends, suna rintarou, and pointing and laughing at the both of you.

"ugh." you were embarrassed enough as it is, and now one of the cool kids was laughing at you. you glance back at atsumu who still has his arms crossed stubbornly, refusing to take the plastic bag hanging from your fingertips.

"if you're not gonna take it, i'm leaving," you grumbled, letting your arm return to hanging limply by your side.

you're about to turn away and leave when atsumu reaches out to grab your wrist.

"wait."

it's unfair that his hands are warm, you think. you've always had a weak spot for warm-bodied people. in a similar fashion, you feel your cheeks warm as you're forced to meet atsumu's gaze again as he observes you with hooded eyes.

"don't forget, you still owe me one," he states, before carefully sliding his hand down from your wrist to the plastic handles and successfully plucks the plastic bag from your grasp. your breath hitches in your throat at his touch but you're quick to snap out of it as atsumu begins to rummage the bag, and it's your turn to shake your head in disappointment.

you sighed, "as if." your response, of course, falls on deaf ears and atsumu is already munching on the sandwich you got for him.

you don't say goodbye when you leave, this time for real. yet, you can't help but glance back as you walk away.

a sense of deja vu hits you as soon as you catch his hazel eyes staring straight at you, smirking like he did when you ran away.

as the familiar image unfolds in front of you, your mind is quick to generate a smartass remark.

he looks like a goddamn fox.

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academia things that genuinely make me happy

large textbooks filled with extra papers which hold the answers to the problems you thought were too brilliant to be thrown away, or the simple short summary of a part you were struggling to understand before

having your textbook absolutely ruined by highlighters and sticky notes all over it, those little tips and ideas you picked up from the lesson. anyone who opens that book immediately knows that you’ve studied the crap out of it and know the concept by heart. “this is the most annotated book i’ve ever seen” is literally the highest form of compliment for me.

solving math or chemistry problems to a soundtrack album or ambient sounds, extra points if it’s in afternoon lol

when you’re so focused and keen on getting to the final answer that your hand physically can’t keep up with your eagerness so you end up with the most incoherent solution. but you’ve finally got the answer right!

being self-taught in a subject or a few chapters of the textbook, and still smashing the quizzes and the exams

coming up with a new solution to the problem, or seeing the problem from a new perspective, and finally being able to solve it because of just that.

confidently walking out of the exam room. 0 doubt in your mind that you crushed it!

actually feeling how you’ve grown academically, and how much more knowledgeable you are compared to the beginning of the semester

casually and confidently having conversations with a professor about your studies, exchanging ideas and discussing the existing theories, methods, on-going research and all

all of this is everything i want in life- god 

comforting his s/o headcanons | n. kento

pairing: nanami kento x fem!reader word count: 444 tags: fluffy! stress, domesticity and love

nana’s note: i’ve finally finished my finals !! i’m so sorry for the super late update, but i was able to catch up on some requests occasionally throughout the week so i will be uploading those on the normal dates :> i hope you guys enjoy the requests because they were wonderful and lovely ideas!! also i lk want to try a new theme :| uh oh

previous order: nap time

today has been the worse for you

you woke up late because you kept pressing snooze which made you late for work

you spilled your morning coffee all over your clothes and you didn’t have a spare set which enabled a lot of scrutinizing stares from your coworkers and boss

not only that, but because you rushed yourself in the morning, you didn’t even get the chance to pick up the packed lunch that was tucked in the fridge so you settled with curry bread and tea from the local convenience store

you were definitely going to get a scolding from your boyfriend later

all you could think about was how home was where you really wanted to be, cuddling in the warm bed with your said dear boyfriend

but your boss gave you stacks of last-minute paperwork that would take you way past your shift

you did not make it home until 2 that morning

finally stepping foot through the front door, you’re greeted by the looming build of your lover

he wasn’t very pleased from you getting home this late without telling him, but he softened and opened his arms for you to fall into them

nanami knows how your white-collar job is like and to be honest, he kind of wishes that you would quit already

he knows how the office can overwork their employees and he hates to see you struggle and exhausted every day

carefully, nanami lulls you to your shared bedroom and makes you undress because he has prepared a bath for you

the lights are off with the exception of a few candles and the bath is filled with a gentle scent of lavender

nanami makes sure you’ve taken a proper bath and leads you to the kitchen where he’s reheated dinner

he sits across from you, carefully watching and making sure you’ve eaten everything

in bed, nanami holds you so close with his arms wrapped protectively around you

he asks how your day was and if you shrug, he doesn’t push and rather uses that opportunity to utter sweet nothings and affirmation to you

‘you did so well today’

‘i’m here for you, always’

‘i love you’

and occasionally he’d make a silly dad joke (that he heard from gojo) and it’d often lift the mood and bring a smile to your lips which was enough for nanami

overall nanami is a very loving and caring significant other in all aspects and makes sure that his partner is properly taking care of themselves

he isn’t great with words so actions are common, but he is not stranger to comforting and sweet words

and those silly jokes

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Nanami Kento College Boyfriend Headcanons

hi hello it is almost 3 am and yes we are doing this. if this is incoherent by the time that i post it, then oh well. anything for nanamin :)))

i feel like Nanami would have the salaryman mindset in his first few semesters of college. similar to how he was in the anime when he worked at a corporation, nanami would just work all the time because he feels like he’s expected to

he doesn’t give himself time to just sit down and relax. he’s either in class, at his work-study job, doing homework, applying for jobs and internships, or networking. it’s mind-boggling how much he does

his roommate Gojo has literally never seen the guy smile or do anything for himself. he tries to invite Nanami out to parties or small get-togethers with his own friend group, but Nanami rejects his offer every single time. he just can’t make room in his schedule for all those distractions

it’s nearly finals week, and Nanami goes into super study mode… but so does the rest of campus. all of his favorite study spots are filled up, and he can’t concentrate with so many people chatting around him. Nanami can barely concentrate at home either. he’s so tired all the time that he’d be tempted to just nap in his own bed all day 

but then Gojo lets slip that he rented out a private study room in the ilbrary for the next five days. let’s be real. he probably flirted with one of the library employees to get it like the ho he is

and even if it’s Gojo offering, Nanami just can’t resist the idea of having a private study room. he agrees to it, and Gojo’s elated

gojo: wait really? i’m not dreaming right now? are you finally coming out of your shell?!

nanami: remember. i’m just there to study, not socialize. don’t get your hopes up

gojo: even then, i’m so proud of you nanamiiiiin~

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I’ve got you

nanami kento x reader

warnings : none, just sfw!!

summary : you have a bad day at work and there’s little bad things that keep happening, eventually you hit your breaking point but husband nanami is there

a/n : this is my first time writing a small fic!! i hope you enjoy it, i just felt like nanami would be a wonderful person who would help when you had a bad day <3

Tired.

You had just gotten home from work, exhausted and ready to relax but on your way inside, your keys had slipped to the floor while you were trying to put them into the slot. A small huff left your lips as you leaned down and picked them up, finally getting the door open.

Your apartment was rather empty and cold since Nanami was still at work.

A growl erupted from your stomach that had you groaning as you stroll to your fridge. “let’s see let’s see” you whispered, closing your eyes and hoping for some non-expired food. Empty, there wasn’t even a day-old takeout left but just sauces. “it’s alright, it’s fine” you were trying to reassure yourself so you wouldn’t go mad. Gasping, you ran to the pantry remembering that you had a soup you saved. At last, something you could eat was sitting on the shelf. Happily, you grabbed at the soup and started to prepare your first meal.

“He should be getting home in about an hour” you mumbled, carefully taking your soup out of the microwave. “Hello love, I’m home” Nanami’s entrance startled you not expecting him home this soon, dropping your soup everywhere onto the wooden floors. You felt tears swell into your eyes as you leaned over the counter with your hands covering your face. Broken sobs escaped your lips, all you could think about was how bad today was, you just wanted a meal.

Your husband frowned at your distress and set his work things aside on the counter. He stood behind you, pulling your front side towards him and embracing you into his warm chest. Harsh hiccuping sobs started to soften when a firm hand rubbed at your back. “Would you like to talk about it sweetheart?” he whispered, using his other hand to lift your face. Your eyes were beyond puffy and tears were streaming down your face.

“bad day” you whined, shoving your face into his chest and inhaling the fresh smell of mint and eucalyptus. Nanami figured he wouldn’t ask now but rather help you get comfortable. “I see, how about we get you cleaned up first, and then we can talk” he gripped onto your waist and lifted you into his hold, tapping your legs to wrap around him. Nanami made his way with you to your bathroom, setting you down onto the sink area and planting a kiss against your forehead. Your heart swelled as you watched the blonde haired man turn the water on to fill the tub.

As your hands went to start removing your clothing another hand grabbed your wrist stopping you abruptly. “Let me” he reassured replacing your hand with his own and discarding your soup stained top and bra, before doing the same with your work pants and underwear. “Beautiful” he placed a small kiss onto your hip and stood up.

“I’m going to put your clothes away and grab a new pair, for now, get into the tub it’s warm” he pointed over to the tub that was half filled before leaving to your bedroom.

You sighed and looked at your reflection in the mirror, your cheeks still had dry tears and your eyes looked like they could pop out. With a sigh you made your way off the sink and to the tub, slowly slipping inside with a soft groan.

The warm sight of Nanami made you weakly smile. “Alright love, your clothes are all set in the bedroom” he smiled softly, walking over to the toilet and taking a seat. He reached for the showerhead that was detachable from the shower itself. You realized his watch was no longer on and his sleeves were rolled up to his forearms. He had just gotten home from work and yet he’s still in his uniform. Your thoughts washed away when a finger tapped your bare shoulder, making you shiver.

“Love, can you turn around for me? so I can wash your hair” Nanami asked, rubbing his finger over your shoulder while he waited.

You nodded and turned around so your back was facing him and your face was towards the wall. Nanami didn’t speak while he wet your hair and squeezed some of his own shampoo into his palm. Instead, he just started to massage your scalp while occasionally humming. He didn’t want to remind you of anything right now as he wanted to use this time to take care of you and comfort you. He continued to bathe you, washing out the shampoo and putting in conditioner which was also his. Vanilla, the sweet smell he absolutely loved and knew that you loved just as much as him.

When it was time to wash your body Nanami asked you to stand up and turn towards him, he truly didn’t want you to lift a finger. You both locked eyes and a smile formed onto his lips, you looked beautiful to him and he was so happy to be your husband. He squeezed some body wash into a warm cloth and began scrubbing against your arms, legs, and everywhere else. At times he would tickle your side to hear your small laugh.

Finally rinsing you, he grabbed a towel beside him and opened it in front of his chest. You drained the water before stepping out from the tub carefully and letting the man in front of you wrap a towel around your body to lift you.

The bedroom ceiling fan was off, Nanami always makes sure of that when you come out of showers because he doesn’t want you to get cold. He sets you down onto your feet and sits on the edge of your bed with his hands pulling down your towel and patting your body dry. Your hair was dripping and a chuckle left his lips.

“I almost forgot about your hair” he joked, grabbing another towel beside him and wrapping it around your hair.

Of course, Nanami dressed you too. He dressed you in his clothes though because they had just come out of the dryer, perfect for keeping you warm. It was his grey sweatpants and a baby blue hoodie.

“Come on, let’s talk” he moved onto the bed, his back against the headboard and his legs open. You climbed onto his lap and rested your head against his chest to hear his heartbeat. His hand came to rub at your back like earlier while he spoke. Your mind started to wander, thinking of how you maybe overreacted but before your thoughts could pester you, even more, Nanami leaned his head down to kiss your ear. “No matter what happened, small or big, it was a bad day” he mumbled against you and it felt like he could read your mind. He always knew just what to say and he always knew when your mind was being unkind to you because you had that same face every time, where your eyebrows are furrowed and your smile is just a bit downturned. Your eyes closed and you explained to him everything that happened, from work to the keys, to an empty fridge with sauces (that one made him laugh) and your soup spilling. You leaned up to look at him, waiting for what he would say.

“We will start to take rest days. From now on, both of us will use a day off of work to rest” he nodded while pulling the towel from your hair, letting all of your h/c hair fall to your face. “Thank you, I love you so much” you mumbled, your lips almost quivering from crying again.

“I love you too sweet girl” he lovingly says brushing your hair out of your face with his fingers.

You had already said thank you but you felt as if you needed to say more. Nanami knew though, he knew how thankful you were to have him. He always saw it when you ironed his clothes for work, or when you bought him his favorite pastries from his favorite bakery and also that one time when you drove 2 hours to him just because he forgot his lunch.

Your eyes started to tear up again but it wasn’t from your hard day, it was from the overwhelming amount of love you had for your husband. Nanami heard a small sniffle and looked down at you, swiping his thumb to wipe away a tear.

“happy tears” you whispered, your voice cracking a bit. He nodded and leaned forward, placing a small kiss against your lips. “mmm soup” he hummed and chuckled, earning a small laugh from you in return. “You know, the whole time I was holding you in the kitchen I was standing in soup” he huffed playfully while watching you cover your mouth from all of the laughing.

“I’m sorry, I’ll get you new ones” you faked a frown and leaned into his chest again, wrapping your arms around his neck. After a while of being in your husband's arms and laughing an hour away, you began to grow tired. Nanami felt it from the way your body slumped more into his and how your breathing got a bit deeper. A smile formed onto his lips because he knew that as long as he was here, your bad days would never stay bad.

“I’ve got you” he whispered against your hair while his arms wrapped around you pulling your body into a big warm hug.

A Tale of Two Clans : intro/sneak peek

↠ pairing : gojo satoru x fem!reader (w/established background)

↠ synopsis : two sorcerers find themselves at the center of a tale of time and romance, that reveals the history behind two clans’ long time feud.

↠ IMPORTANT : please read this for a description of the series! It’ll clear up a lot on how the story will be told.

↠ warnings : mentions of tragedy, Romeo and Juliet themes, unedited, grammar errors

↠ a/n : hi guys! Here’s a sneak peek and sort of intro to a series I had in mind. Let me know your thoughts and if I should continue! Also, this series won’t follow the actual storyline of the jjk manga/anime and takes place in a more fictional setting (descriptions of medieval Japan probably won’t be accurate for this reason)

The history behind the biggest clan feud in the Jujutsu sorcery world, began with a simple but tragic story of romance.

The tale takes place 600 years ago, in the year 1421, medieval Japan. The two sorcerer clans, the Gojo clan of power and prestige, and the Phoenix clan of red eyes and fire, had never had good relations.

The Gojo clan believed themselves to be the ultimate jujutsu sorcerers and refused to get involved with any clan of lower status. Although powerful, the Phoenix clan did not have the wealth or reputation of the Gojo’s, and were often a source of their mockery at clan meetings. For these reasons, members of each clan did not look favorably upon the opposing group of people.

The real hatred between each other, though, was set off by something much darker.

This hatred would continue for hundreds of years after, up until the present year of 2021, where the last living member of the Phoenix clan, stands, as a teacher at Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College.

Shall we begin the story?

↠ side note: this does take place in the jjk world, but there’s gonna be a lot of made up stuff involving the jujutsu sorcerers for story convenience lol. So please don’t expect it to be accurate to the jjk magic system.

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reckless [06.]

With a lackadaisical playboy as your boss, being reckless wasn’t an option. But on the one time you let loose and made mistakes, your life is shattered, and now you’re playing house with your insufferable boss who is the father of your baby.

✘ content/warnings. angst, toxic characters, abandonment, pregnant sex, explicit smut, heavy drama, discussions of abortion

✘ note. i’m so sorry for the late update, i was depresso epresso but i’m feeling better now. hope you guys enjoy this update <3 

✘ chapter song. dance to this by troye sivan & ari (idk how the song connects but i live for the nostalgic vibes)

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reckless [masterlist]

With a lackadaisical playboy as your boss, being reckless wasn’t an option. But on the one time you let loose and made mistakes, your life is shattered, and now you’re playing house with your insufferable boss who is the father of your baby.

⤿ overall cw. angst, accidental pregnany, unwanted pregnancy, infidelity, toxic situations, toxic characters, slow burn, psychological themes … 

⤿ update schedule. mondays & fridays (depends tho!)

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hunger | miya osamu & atsumu

Or, that one time Atsumu tries to get you off in front of his brother.

miya osamu & atsumu x f!reader - 18+

warnings: smut, exhibitionism, voyeurism, oral (fem. receiving), D/s elements

wc: 3.7k

A/N: had to enlist the help of local atsumu fucker @atsumuse​​ for this one to make sure i didn’t do the lesser twin dirty. much love to u and @hqbbg​​ for always encouraging my shitty osamu brain rot ideas

It was supposed to be a low-key, relaxing dinner. Atsumu’s been out of town for weeks due to volleyball responsibilities, so when he finally returned earlier this week you’d planned a catch-up session over dinner for the two brothers. Lately, Osamu hasn’t been able to stop talking about a new high-end restaurant that had opened, so what better way to spend an evening than with good food, your boyfriend, and your boyfriend’s crackhead brother?

The restaurant in question is an elegant place with full-length tablecloths and is lit primarily by candlelight. A jazz band is jamming in the corner, filling the place with music as you and Osamu are led to the upstairs level to a corner table on the balcony. You can hear the music vibrating through your feet and drifting up the staircase, although it’s not overpowering enough to hide any conversation.

After the two of you are seated (and Atsumu is, unsurprisingly, late), Osamu looks to you with a special glint in his eyes.

“Take off your panties.”

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haikyuu visuals & complimentary drabbles <3

fingers crossed this works,,, if you guys want a part two, i’m more than ready to deliver! :)

includes; miya atsumu, iwaizumi hajime, miya osamu, kozume kenma, suna rintarō, matsukawa issei, kageyama tobio, sakusa kiyoomi, aran ojirō, oikawa tōru, hinata shōyō

warnings; nsft links, breeding, degradation, rough sex, vaginal fingering, sex toys, handjobs, blowjobs, slight pain play (mention of a riding crop), public sex, squirting, smut

miya atsumu —

— when you said you wanted to try something a little different, atsumu wasn’t fucking expecting this. dressing him up like he’s your toy, your plaything? the bunny suit and ears had been enough, but then you’d went ahead and pressed a small bunny tail between his ass, nestled deep inside him and fuck, every time he so much as squirms he feels it move. it’s not as if this were against his consent, because you went out of your way to ask him if he was okay with everything happening every second you could.

he was the one saying yes. he was the one mumbling a timid green in response to you asking him what his color was, even though he was flushed red and thrumming and trembling with humiliation and embarrassment. atsumu didn’t hate this, not in the least. he wouldn’t be letting you get away with this if he did. he’s not embarrassed of the position he’s in— bent over your lap, bunny tail wedged between his ass cheeks, wrists tied before him.

he’s embarrassed because he likes it. he likes that he got all dolled up for you, and he likes that you’re having your way with him, smacking at his ass with a riding crop and it stings, it stings so fucking bad. he knows he’ll bruise, he knows it. and he knows the disregarded aching bulge between his legs is gonna make him a lot more pathetic the more you ignore it, but he wants you to. he likes this. he really, really fucking likes this.

iwaizumi hajime —

— there is no one in this world that knows you, knows your body, the way iwaizumi does, better than iwaizumi does. no matter how he has you, with his face buried between your thighs, or with cock filling you up, or, as the way you are now, with his fingers curled deep inside of you, he brings out the dirtiest noises from you, has your body shaking and your eyes rolling back.

it’s overwhelming, the pleasure that overtakes you when he touches you. he knows everything that makes you tick, that makes you squirm, that makes your body twitch. two of his fingers curl deeper inside of you, palm pressing flat against your clit, urging you to deepen the arch of your back. his other hand is occupied with your breast, fingers squeezing and pinching and rolling, nail grazing against the hardened bud. he praises you in the most degrading way possible, encouraging every noise you make but tutting disapprovingly with every disobedient rise of your hips.

even as your legs desperately try to snap shut, especially when he forces orgasm after orgasm out of you, he doesn’t let up. he lets you drench his palm, your underwear that he’d been too lazy to snatch off (that he most probably will tear through in a while), and the bed beneath you, and he’ll lose himself in the crossing of your eyes and the involuntary twitching of your body.

bokuto kōtarō + this

— if bokuto could spend the rest of his life like this, he'd be more than satisfied. your gummy walls are warm and sloppy and tight around him, swallowing and sucking him in with every thrust of his upwards. it's impossible for his chest not to tighten and for his heart not to spike up to his throat when he can hear the smack of his thighs against your yours, balls sloppily slapping against your ass as he grips and squeezes at your cheeks, spreading you and steadying you for him. or when you kiss him open mouthed, sucking on his tongue and moaning so loudly and freely against him. especially not when you wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your chest flush against, pulling back from the kiss to stare at him with dewy, hazy eyes and your tongue lolling out.

if bokuto could die like this, he would, because the moment you pull him close by the harsh of your arms looped around his neck, kissing him breathlessly and whimpering for him, begging him to fill you up till you're spilling his cum — he can't resist but to do exactly that.

his thrusts are quick paced and lacking rhythm, the only thing he chases is his high. you stay obediently still against him, your breasts flush against his chest, letting him fuck up into you, use your body the way he'd like to. and when he spills, it's so much, as it always is. he paints your walls white till it's leaking out from your stretched out cunt, but he doesn't pull out, only continues to fuck up into you, carefully slow.

miya osamu —

— if there’s one thing that osamu loves, it’s that no matter what position he has you in, he’s in control. even if he’s beneath you and you’re bouncing on his cock, you’re entirely dependent on him. you beg him for release as you grind your hips against him, feeling the hard ridges of his cock rub against your inner walls. even when you seemingly have all the control to pull yourself off of him and deprive him of pleasure, you do the exact opposite, bringing your arms beneath his and wrapping them tight around his figure, grinding your hips so desperately. he barely has to shift his hips up, or to thrust into you in any way, because you’re doing all the work, even if your begging proves otherwise.

whenever you cum like this, sitting on his lap with your chest flush to his, he feels every part of your orgasm. it starts out from the tightening and pulsating of your cunt around his hard cock, then it’s the trembling of your legs, the shaking of your arms, the uneven heave of your chest. he feels your wet mouth drool on his shoulder as you hiccup and sigh, rolling your hips to soothe the rush and high.

the best part is, you don’t stop. you never stop, even if your legs are shaking too hard, even if you can barely hold yourself up against him, even if your body aches and begs otherwise, you still bounce on his cock, juices from your past orgasms aiding in the slide and thrust of his cock within you. when he finally spills inside of you, he’s relatively quiet, broken groans and grunts as he buries his face in your chest, arms finally coming around to wrap around you and embrace you to him. he squeezes your frame so tightly to him as his balls and cock twitch and bob while he spills within you, filling you up just the way you like it.

suna rintarō —

— sometimes, suna can be described as insatiable. he doesn’t display this part of him often, preferring to appear nonchalant and unaffected. even if his legs are spread and his cock is straining against his jeans, his face remains impassive. uninterested even. but sometimes— sometimes he can’t help but want — or need — to show you his true appreciation towards you. you hadn’t pissed him off, hadn’t made him jealous, hadn’t provoked him.

he was just so fucking needy that he urged you into a bathroom stall the moment he could, tugging down at your underwear and clamping your legs close. by the time he’s sinking his cock into you, you’re just as needy, just as desperate to feel him inside of you. the first push inside is slow as he stretches you, allowing your cunt to accommodate his size and for your body to process the intrusion. your legs are shaking, a faint buzz in your ears as you hum appreciatively. it’s when he pulls out and thrusts back in sharply that you’re reminded of how suna truly fucks when he’s like this.

your mouth parts to let out a scream, but he reacts quick, hand pressing against your mouth and doing its best to muffle your screams. he’s quick as he fucks— you’re in a public bathroom after all— thrusts sharp and rough and harsh. it’s opposite to the way he handles you with care, kissing at your neck and praising you endlessly. he knows it’s probably more than obvious what the two of you are up to, but still, he shoves his fingers into your mouth and tells you to be good for him, be quiet for him, anyways.

kozume kenma —

— it’s nice, he thinks, the way you look right now. he doesn’t remember very clearly how you ended up like this, with your ass on his tummy, while you faced away from him. but he doesn’t mind. it had been innocent at first, just a way for you to get comfortable as you play on your switch while he watches his movie. mindlessly, his hands began to stroke at your thighs, simply resting there with his thumbs drawing uneven circles. then you squirmed, trying to get into a more comfortable position, and arching your back deeper, exposing more of your underwear to him.

still, he acts none the wiser, and his hands subtly trail upwards, higher, higher, higher. kenma likes to think he has incredible self control, and he’s desperate to prove so when his thumb just barely brushes against your pussy lips peaking from the corners of your panties. his eyes are focused on the movie on his laptop, and his cock isn’t even jumping with excitement at the feel of you. it is nice, he decides. the simplicity of it. the way he strokes at your folds through your panties, feeling you get wetter by the minute. you don’t twist and push at your hips, urging more of his touch. you just let him be.

and he likes it. nothing more, nothing less. just intimately touching you the way he would touch any other part of your body. yeah. he really likes this.

matsukawa issei—

— it occasionally overwhelms issei just how much larger he is than you, just how much more control he can enforce on you. it’s so easy, tossing you around and bending you at his will, that it burns his chest with unruly desire. the way you just take, take, take, and the way you beg for more, like you get off on the way he treats you just as much as he does. he likes the way he can simply use you, and you’d allow him. you’d fall in line so pretty, letting him grab at your body and manhandle you the way he’d like. it’s not that you don’t put up a fight, neither are you mannered or lacking brattiness and provoking wit.

it’s that despite all that, he still has you begging for him at the end of it all. despite your big talk and teasing remarks, he’s the one that has you on your knees before him, the one who grabs at your arms from behind you, forcing you steady as he fucks into you. he berates and degrades at you, fingers rough and bruising on your arms, pace and thrusts unforgiving, and you cry and sob and scream and heave— but throughout it all, you beg and beg and beg, “don’t stop.”

of course, he doesn’t. he fucks into you till you’re as limp as a rag doll, till your brain is so fuzzy and cloudy and your body is tired and aching that you have no energy to keep up with him. he pulls orgasm after orgasm out of you, and you shake and tremble pathetically through each one, just like he wants you to, just like he expects you to.

kageyama tobio—

— kageyama isn’t ashamed of his lack of experience. he’s been told time and time that it’s natural, and he himself believes so, especially because volleyball and his career had always been most important to him. sure, he enjoys kissing, and he likes it when somebody he’s physically attracted to pushes their body flush against his, but he didn’t know how truly deprived he was until he met you.

you’re a dream on his lap, holding all the reigns and control over the pace. there’s a bated breath stuck in his lungs as he watches you squirm, reaching for the hem of your skirt to lift it up. even though he should be used to your teasing by now, and he should stop being so taken aback at everything you do, should stop letting his breath hitch at the very sight of you, when his eyes meet your bare cunt, he freezes, and swallows thickly. and it’s not a secret that he’s painfully hard in his trousers, but he still flushes red and curves in on himself in shame when you free his cock, letting it stand stick straight against his clothed stomach, inches away from your cunt.

he’s been like this in front of you before. he’s kissed at your thighs and nipped at your clit and swallowed at your arousal, and his cock has bobbed in your throat and spilled onto your tongue and forced the dirtiest noises from you. still, when you nudge yourself forward, enough for your wet pussy to brush lightly against his shaft, he shivers and mewls.

at least he has it in him not to beg, because that would truly be pathetic. but still, he doesn’t doubt that you’re capable of doing just that.

sakusa kiyoomi—

— kiyoomi is a rather private person, he likes to believe. his thoughts remain locked away in his brain, fantasies and fetishes unbeknownst to everyone but him. it’s a little different with you, just slightly. he’s a lot less silent, a lot more expressive. you know more than he bargained for, especially, especially, what he likes and what he doesn’t. sometimes he lets you know himself, asking specifically if he can try something, and other times, you surprise him by somehow subconsciously knowing.

however, there are times where he surprises himself. he likes to think that he knows the ins and outs of himself. he knows what he likes and what he doesn’t. he knows his boundaries and limits. except, with the way you’re beneath him at the moment, he thinks that maybe, he’s a lot more clueless than he thought.

because you’re gushing, properly, wet spurts staining his arm and dampening the bed beneath you. your legs are shut close, as if you’re trying to push him away, as if you try to tell him you can’t take anymore, and honestly, kiyoomi is not sure why he can’t pull back. he‘s always avoided making too much of a mess, of you, of himself, of the area you‘re both in. but with the way you scream and your legs kick and your hips lift up, cum spraying and squirting all over him, he can’t help but fuck his fingers harder into you, curling them menacingly, even as you cry and heave and even as your cunt soaks him more, and more, and more.

he just can’t fucking get enough.

aran ojiro—

— all he can ever think around you is how cute you are. how innocent. how clueless. how naive. he doesn’t want to corrupt you— no, how could he ever corrupt such a sweetheart? he only wants to teach you, show you what you’re missing out on. and it isn’t like it’s one-sided. just as eagerly, you fist at his shirt and twitch on his lap as you kiss him, begging him to touch you, pleading him to pleasure you, because you know no one can, no one like him.

he makes you wait, for days and days and days. you trust in that he knows the right timing for everything, knows not to rush something like this. he wants to revel in every part of being with you before he takes this next step, and when finally, finally, he picks you up so easy, sits you facing away on his lap, and asks you to spread your legs— he has never seen you react so obediently to anything he’d said. you part your legs for him and melt in his embrace, mewling and sighing and shivering as he squeezes you to him, kissing at your neck and whispering sweet praises.

he makes it worth the wait. he tells you how good you are for him as his fingers sink into you, as his large hand kneads at your breast. you’re overwhelmed, never having been touched like this before, but it’s euphoric. absolute bliss.

oikawa tōru—

— if there’s anything you appreciate about tōru, aside his many attributes that you’d fallen in love with time and time again, is that he always gives his all, with everything. be it your birthday celebration, making your day better, or, as he likes to prove every day and is proving in this moment, sex.

he’s tired, exhausted even. after a long day at practice, overexerting his muscles and draining all his energy, what he should want most is a hot shower and a warm blankets to bury himself under. except, it’s not what ends up happening, not in the least. even with how tired he was, tōru still strips you bare, still bites and sucks and kisses all over your skin, still riles you up until you’re soaking and desperate, because he can’t leave you unsatisfied, ever. even if he’d been buried between your thighs just the night before, he can’t let a day pass by where he could’ve, but didn’t.

so he grips at your waist tightly with a large hand and fucks into you sharply, mouth latched onto your nipple, encouraging the writhe and tremble of your body beneath him. you’d already been so far gone before he’d even slipped his cock into your dripping cunt that it’s not a surprise your muscles are already tensing, hands reaching above you to grip at the sheets as you moan and pant and sob for him. and he accepts everything that you give him, just as he always does.

hinata shōyō—

— it properly, truly, takes hinata’s breath away the way you’re always so willing, so eager, to please him. he’s in love with the way you want him, lust after him. it fills his lungs with something alike love and desire, makes his tummy twist and his skin tingle.

just because, you drop to your knees before him. just because, your hands stroke at his cock and your lips wrap softly around the tip. just because, you swallow around him, hands squeezing at what you can’t fit in your mouth. you’re so generous with his pleasure, with the way you touch him, the way you force that tightness in his stomach and that eye rolling high. and when he asks you why, it’s always just because with a shrug. you want to, you want nothing more than to make him feel good. you don’t want anything in return, don’t expect it either.

you just like the feel of him in your mouth, the feel of him inside of you, the sight of his flushed face and disheveled hair and tense muscles. at least, you like it enough to get off it too, fingers buried deep in your cunt and rubbing at your clit as you suck on his cock, and when he cums down your throat, just the way you love, embarrassingly, you cum with him, legs twitching and cunt spasming around your fingers.

tacenda — miya atsumu & miya osamu

۵ genre: smut (18+)

۵ warnings: jealousy, degradation, voyeurism, petnames, daddy!, marking, pussy smacking, rough sex, orgasm denial, exhibitionism

۵ overview: vacation with the miya twins and their girlfriends! one of them is a satisfied lady while the other is bored to death until one unlucky day, where she gets too nosy for her own good

۵ wordcount: ~5.2k

the morning sun lures you out of your cozy dreamland and convinces you to leave the comforts of your soft mattress, as well as the warm body draped around your figure, to enjoy the first rays of golden light all by yourself.

a soft sigh escapes your lips once you stretch your back as the sunlight basks your form in its welcoming warmth. yet a rather attractive-sounding grunt steals your attention, causing your eyes to dart over to the half naked man who’s currently stretching his own body while looking ten times hotter than you did.

love bites and scratches are scattered all over his neck and biceps, you can’t even stop yourself from staring. stare at his body, his marks, his muscles shifting, until a “good morning, early bird,” rings through your ears and forces your flustered self to look away—look at anything but him. your brows furrow while you tug at your lip as you contemplate over just hiding back beneath the covers of your own bed.

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Gojo Satoru Relationship Headcanons

“it’ll be fine. i’m the strongest there is after all.”

hey i’m back from a somewhat lengthy hiatus! if you couldn’t tell, i got the chance to watch jjk hence this post lol but i hope you guys enjoy this <33 i’ll post aot content soon!

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SFW

— asshole but would give you the entire world type of boyfriend, and before you question this let me clarify what i mean.

— i say that gojo satoru is an asshole because he would definitely be the type of boyfriend to fart under the covers and then proceed to trap you under the covers as well while laughing all amused.

— but do not get me wrong, gojo satoru does indeed have his wholesome and romantic moments as well. for example, he would be the type of boyfriend to always ask about your day and genuinely listen to you with the biggest adoration and love in his eyes. whatta man.

— jokes so much and uses SO many pick up lines around you

— gojo’s love language is definitely physical touch as this man will literally find every and any way to cling into you 24 mf 7. non-sexually and sexually.

— the big spoon in bed, no doubt. with his position as one of the most powerful sourcers, he needs to hold you as it gives him this sense of protection over you. it’s mores of a fear honestly, he just needs to know that you’re still there even with all the dark shit in the world.

— sucker for head scratches, literally will bust on the spot every time you run you fingers through his soft-white hair.

— doesn’t mind PDA, in fact he probably loves it due to the fact that you get majorly flustered.

— if you want to pursue a life as a jujutsu sourcer or stay as one, then he is not against it but just know that everyday he lives with the fear that you will be gone just like many of the sourcers he has known within his life and because of that, he will make you train with him frequently.

— speaking of training, gojo would literally train shirtless with you sometimes just to see you become flustered. especially when he finds a way to trip you so his hot and sweaty body is hovering over yours, with his abs on full display. 🤰🏻 what a cocky piece of shit.

— because of his position, gojo has a busy schedule but he will still find a way to make time for you no matter what because he loves you that much

— definitely showers with you

— if you want kids then i can definitely picture him as the father of one son; would also be a great and goofy father

— pet names for you would be “love”, “baby”, and “bae”, with the occasional “idiot” and “dumbass”

— has a picture of you as his lock screen and it never fails to make his stomach flutter whenever he opens his phone 🥺

— also has a bunch of ugly pictures of you like you snoring and uses it as blackmail 😐

— THIGH man !! literally worships them.

— if you refuse to kiss him, he will literally grab your face and make out with you on the spot pls give this man his kisses

— if you ever tell him how much you love his eyes then believe me when i tell you that this man will fall in love 10x harder with you

NSFW

— breeding kink. loves to see his cum oozing out of you because it reminds him that you’re his and vice versa. also because he wants a family with you one day

— remember how i said that gojo takes showers with you? yeah expect shower sex like every day because of how horny this mf can be.

— favorite position is doggy, he absolutely adores you bouncing on his cock and the pretty faces you make for him <33

— slight choking kink? idk i can see him getting turned on whenever his slender fingers are lightly gripped around your throat

— his stamina is unmatched and honestly inhumane as he could literally go through so many rounds and still be down for more so pray for yourself 😵😵

— overstimulation is also hot to him, he likes to see you squirming as he fucks you stupid

— favorite place to cum is inside you, and if you don’t want that then it’s fine as he’ll be content with cumming on your thighs

— his aftercare is okay as he’ll flop beside you with one arm around your waist when you guys are done and just lay there for a while. he’ll still help you clean yourself and will run a shower and possibly have more rounds with you ;) with you if you feel too sweaty and gross

Somebody to You, Pt 3

Gojo x reader 

Angst to fluff. Suggestive and mentions of NSFW but no outright smut

Part One, Part Two

Author’s note: Thank you for all the love on my work. I still can’t believe anyone reads and likes my stupid little stories. ;-; This is the last part of this series but my requests are open so feel free to send anything in for JJK or even Naruto and Haikyuu. Also, please let me know how you like this part and if the ending is satisfying. Thank you again for everything! Sorry this is so long. 

Gojo tried to think about you and your new boy-toy as little as possible. He’d endured a whole month now of seeing you giggle on the phone, get flowers delivered to your office, and (worst of all) be covered in hickeys that peeked through your foundation. He found it so tacky of him to mark your neck, especially since Gojo knew you didn’t like it. Gojo kept himself busy with missions and his students so it was easy to steer his mind away from missing you. In the few times he did let himself fall into that rabbit hole, he couldn’t help but see how special this guy was to you. 

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Pairing: Gojo x Reader

Warnings: MINORS DNI 18+ NSFW, breeding kink, daddy kink, sex in public, jealous!Gojo, creampie, slight tw dubcon if you squint, spanking

A/N: Apparently whenever I think Gojo, I think sex in public. Something about that man just screams ‘exhibitionist’ to me? A big thank you to @bohica160​ for helping me with the editing and dialogue because I have never written breeding kink before and my brain was worryingly blank 😌

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HI YOUR GOJO FIC ABSOLUTELY RUINED ME AND I AM DESPERATE FOR MORE. if i could get a fic where gojo gets jealous at attention (afab) reader is receiving and he ends up breeding her to show everyone that reader is his i would die of joy. breeding kink and dirty talk are my favorite kinks! (ps. do you have a kofi where i can send you a couple bucks as thanks for your work?)

There’s a stain all along the side of your shirt and pants. It’s not a small one either; it starts just above your chest and streaks all the way down your side to soak into the waistband of your bottoms. 

It also, unfortunately, is a strikingly similar shade to the half-empty cup that Gojo has in his hand as he trots after you, a smug little smile on his face as he hums some nonsensical tune under his breath and asks you why you’re walking so fast, as if he doesn’t have a clue. When you turn to glare at him he just peeks at you over his sunglasses and slurps, loud and long at his drink (some awful sugary confection you didn’t bother trying and certainly didn’t want to wear) until you whip your head back around.

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Hi love, pretty sure you're requests are open (if not just ignore this) n e ways what about Inarizaki with manager who's like intimidating (i've been told i am intimidating lol) and very sarcastic, much Tsukishima Kei vibez cuz that's basically me😃

Just like how would our boys react, very curious and take your time btw don't have to rush it, do it whenever you feel like :D

Oh my gosh Nat, it's literally my honour to write this for you. You can request anything, anytime, and you'll be a top priority (ily<3)

Inarizaki with a tsukkishima-ish manager.

Specially dedicated to @sunasthing <3

So first of all, if you think that's gonna stop the boys from simping over you, you've got it wrong 😖🖐️

The boys would literally take it as a challenge to get your softer nature out, especially Atsumu.

I GENUINELY think he'd find it really hot whenever you snap back at him, or tell him off. (maybe he's like Nishinoya and Tanaka in that sense 🙄)

Constantly pesters you, and although you don't give him a reply often (because he's annoying as fuck), if you ever acknowledge him slightly, he WILL flirt with you.

Beware tho, even if he comes off as flirty and charismatic, he's literally just a dorky small baby and genuinely wants your attention because he thinks you're the coolest person ever.

And if you're ever nice to him, you can best bet he'll replay that moment in his mind before sleeping EVERY. SINGLE. NIGHT.

Y/n, earlier that day: don't get hurt. I don't want to have to deal with anyone on this team being injured

Atsumu at 3 a.m: s-she cares about me 🥺🥺

I think Osamu would vibe really well with you. He's not annoying, he's really really chill, and he has a pretty sharp tongue himself.

Judges people as an attempt to make you laugh, and he sees it as a personal victory if he can get you to crack a smile or smirk. He just doesn't make a big deal about it, unlike his twin xD

Osamu: y/n look at that guy. he's totally crushing on his brother's best friend, could he not be more obvious about it??

Y/n: *cracks a smirk* yeah, it does seem so.

Osamu, internally: ✨v i c t o r y i s s w e e t✨

He also cooks for you pretty often, and even if you protest against accepting it, you'll usually find a bento hidden in your locker or bag.

He knows you might not accept it straight, so he finds other ways to get it to you. Osamu actually thinks of you as a cooler sister that he says "he'd trade Atsumu for"

In general, the twins are the life of Inarizaki and although they're sometimes annoying, they mean well and it's plain to see that they love you.

Kita loves how smart and analytical you are. I've said this before, I'll say it again— Kita thinks brains are sexy 😤

Especially when you call the team to give your insights about their opponents, or give them ideas on how to improve their play, Kita is literally there like “I'm so glad she's ours”

Because you would be a dangerous asset to other teams, and Kita is the most thankful that you're with them.

He's also a really good leader and although the two of you don't have heart-to-hearts or conversations like the twins, you know he'll ALWAYS be there for you.

Like once, it was raining and practice was cancelled, so you decided to wait in school until the rain subsided (because you didn't want to get wet), and our sweet Kita searched for you in every single classroom until the finally found you and walked you home. That's just the dynamic you had with him

He also often checks up on you, even when it's unrelated to volleyball. Have you done your homework? have you ate breakfast this morning? although you're usually sarcastic with the twins and most of the other members of the team, you can't bring yourself to do so with Kita.

The respect you guys have for each other is unmatched and that's probably why you're such a golden duo in Inarizaki. The leader and the analytical manager.

And now Suna. I think Suna would be the member you have the deepest bond with. you truly allow him to see who you are inside, and he does the same. You guys really just click.

It started with him complaining about Atsumu, and slowly progressed into you letting Suna be the only member to have physical contact with you, but only when the others aren't looking.

Sometimes, if you guys are the only two people in the gym, he'll nap on your lap or lean on your shoulder.

If you didn't already know, like everyone else in Inarizaki, he has a crush on you 😖🖐️ like damn you thought Atsumu had it bad? nah, Suna has it the worst.

He literally asks his little sister to let him practice braiding her hair, just so he'll be perfect when he someday asks to do yours.

But he always chickens out because he's scared you'll say no 😭😭 he's internally very shy, okay? 🥺🥺

He's literally your best friend. You guys have study sessions together, anime nights, literally anything, he's right there with you. The rest of the team are literally not aware of how close the two of you are.

Until one day, Atsumu tries daring you to kiss Suna on the forehead, and instead of flat-out refusing (like you've done before when he's dared you to kiss him, or Akagi) you shrug and gently kiss Suna on the forehead, causing Suna to smile and ruffle your hair.

The rest of the team is just shocked.

Atsumu: what is this FUCKERY?? is y/n literally WILLINGLY touching someone ??¿¿

Y/n and Suna: *smirks*

Atsumu, close to tears: okay

But the rest of the team soon accept you and Suna have a pretty special bond, and that you're genuinely softer when it comes to him.

You don't snap at him much, and as they've noticed, Suna has started being more brave about leaning on your shoulder or sleeping on your lap.

Of course, the rest of the team (with the exception of Kita) is jealous. But hey, they just don't have Suna's charm, okay? xD

You make Suna want to try harder, and he's way more motivated to give it his all in every single game. Mostly because he wants you to be proud of him.

He definitely has a nickname for you, but he will only use it when he's sure you guys are alone. And in return, you call him "Rin" which makes his heart flutter 🥺🥺

KAHDKSS I TOOK SO LONG WITH THE SUNA ONE PLEASE IM TURNING BOTH OF US INTO EVEN BIGGER SUNA SIMPS (as if we weren't already xD)

Now onto Aran !! Aran is a softie who (like Kita) respects you a great deal. He'll fend Atsumu and Osamu off if he senses you aren't having a great day.

He's also pretty good at giving you your space but he checks up on you every once in a while if anyone is bothering you.

Although he's shy about it, Aran actually comes to you when he doesn't understand a homework question. You're super smart and he knows you won't make him feel bad about not knowing.

And it makes you feel happy to know he trusts you, so you help him as best as you can. It's a little secret of yours that the other members don't know about.

It especially lights your day up when he gets a good grade and whispers a silent "thank you" to you in class.

In return, will help you with anything you ask for. No questions asked.

And now, last but not least, sunshine Akagi!! I think he's a total Hinata Shoyo, so he might annoy you a bit at first because of his bright personality.

But deep down inside, you love how easily he gets people to smile and slowly find yourself warming up to him.

And Akagi is really determined to get you to smile (at least once a day) so he cracks the corniest jokes or makes puns.

It has become a thing between the two of you, where Akagi tells you a joke a day, and you rate it out of ten.

Gone are the days when you found him annoying. And now, even if you won't tell him outright— you really do think he's one of the brightest people in your life.

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CHEERING YOU UP— whenever you feel quieter than usual, or a bit more sarcastic, the boys immediately know something is wrong and rush over to make you feel okay. Literally, it's almost like they've abandoned practice. And eventhough you tell them to get back to it, they refuse to leave until you're feeling better. Suna usually gives you a hug and kisses your forehead, whilst Akagi cracks jokes. Then, (and eventhough you protest) Atsumu lists off all the things you should love about yourself, whilst Osamu buys you ice cream (food is, after all, the best cure for anything). Aran is literally ready to HUNT the person who affected your mood down, and kill them, whilst Kita is literally just holding him back and making sure things don't go overboard. Even if you aren't fully cheered up by then, you'd have laughed a whole lot and know how much they care for you, so honestly... how could you stay sad?

REACTING TO YOU TELLING THEM OFF— Suna is literally just meh about it. He can't take you seriously because he's a dork who thinks he's not included in the list of "idiots" (but no Suna, u mf, you ARE included -_-). Atsumu thinks it's hot 👀 (as I mentioned above), Akagi is genuinely upset/ready to sob and vows to do better. Kita is proud of you for telling them off before he could do it (Kita is not included in the "idiots". How could he? he's PERFECT 🖐️). Osamu and Aran have similar reactions, because they end up apologizing and try to change tactics and do better.

HOW THEY'D ACT WHEN YOU START DATING SUNA— (because this is honestly inevitable, wbk 😭❤️). Atsumu would be jealous. Petty and would call Suna "pretty boy" every chance he gets. Leave him, im sure he'll get over it 🥺🥺 Osamu is pretty jealous too, but he'll never show it and focuses instead on your happiness. Kita approves, and honestly thinks you're a good influence on Suna. Aran is protective of you, and would literally gun Suna down if he ever hurt you (but he won't. Suna loves you, he'd literally jump down a cliff before ever hurting you 😤🖐️) and Akagi is cheerful as before, but extra glad because you seem to smile a bit more often (and Akagi loves your smile).

I took a lot of effort on this <3 hope you like it, bae !! Taglist— @dai-tsukki-desu @sunasthing @k-sakusa-old @tilli-san

slow hands* — katsuki bakugou

pairings: katsuki bakugou x reader

summary: reader asks bakugou to finger her nice and good after a tough day at work, of course he says yes

warnings: smut / nsfw 18 + ( fingering, squirting )

word count: 2.1k

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Then and Now|one

✯pairing: ryōmen sukuna x reader x gojo satoru

✯summary: where gojo’s best friend is the reincarnation of sukuna’s former lover.

✯wordcount: 4.3k+

✯warning: swearing

✯note: omg i’ve literally been sitting on this for 3 weeks but here it is!!! i’ve fallen down a jjk hole and i don’t think i can ever get up

✯tags: @kat-su-ki @lovingtouya

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“Satoru! Where’s Megumi? You said he’d be here? Something about looking for a special grade?” you bounced around, grasping his arm and shaking it along with you. You loved annoying him. The two of you had always been close. As a child, Gojo was still as bright and cocky as he was today, he had many proclamations of being your protector. Though, as you two aged, you learned how to protect yourself, becoming a jujutsu sorcerer whilst staying by his side. Of course, you were nowhere as talented as Gojo, but you never let that stop you, and he never used that fact against you.

You were still high in the rankings, a grade 1 to be exact, and you worked hard to get there. Not because you wanted to catch up with Gojo, but because you wanted to make him proud. He was the only one who had supported you through it all. Your parents weren’t much help, but Gojo was there for you when your world was crashing down, when you had broken into pieces he would be the one to put you back together.

Always.

There had never been a time where you had doubted Gojo. Until, maybe now.

“I dunno, I got souvenirs!! Kikufuku Mochi! They’re really good! You gotta eat some with me!” his mouth quirked up into a boyish grin. Gojo never lost his childishness and that was something you had always admired, even if his personality constantly irked you during your tween years. Nonetheless, you both stay loyal to one another.

You couldn’t help but smile at him.

“Why’re ya smiling like a weirdo? You got a crush on me or somethin’? He teased, using his free hand to boop the fluff of your cheek with his pointer finger. He never failed to ruin the moment. Typical Gojo. You sighed, running a hand over your face. “Shut up Gojo, let’s go find Megumi before something bad happens to the kid.” you huffed, earning a laugh from your companion.

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“You didn’t tell me the cursed object was Ryomen Sukuna’s finger.”

“You never asked.”

“You little-”

“What’s the situation?” he suddenly spoke, cutting you off whilst catching the attention of both Megumi and the strawberry haired male. You knew in an instance that this male was the vessel of Ryomen Sukuna. He emitted the curse energy of Sukuna himself. You always felt a connection to Sukuna and had helped find several clues and his fingers, resulting in the higher-ups permanently putting you on this case. 

 “Gojo-sensei! Why are you here?” Megumi exclaimed, his eyes soon darted to your figure right beside Gojo. “Y/n-sensei too?” he gaped. It was obvious that both you and his mentor were close, though, lately, it felt like there was something deeper going on between both of you. 

“Hey! How are you Megumi?” you chimed, approaching his wounded figure. “I don’t think he’s good Y/n. He’s all beat up!” he responded, fishing his cell phone out of his pocket. “I should show the second-years!”. He laughed as he snapped a few embarrassing pictures to send to his other students, causing Megumi to turn and hide his shame, along with his injuries. 

 “The higher-ups wouldn’t shut up with a special-grade cursed object missing, so I stopped by while doing some sightseeing.” he huffed, knowing Gojo, he rolled his eyes. You did understand his dislike for the higher-ups. They tended to be more traditional and strict with their ways, while Gojo was…not. Of course, you would always stand by Gojo, even if it meant going up against your superiors. It was all or nothing with him. 

“Then Y/n showed up! I don’t even know where she came from!” he loudly exclaimed, as if he wasn’t that skilled to the point where he could sense you the moment you step into the vicinity. You rolled your eyes, whilst the two boys sweatdropped. “So, did you find it?” he queried, staring directly at his student. 

“Um… Sorry, but I ate it” the strawberry-haired male awkwardly chimed in. 

A pause. 

“For real?”

“For real.” the two replied in unison.

Gojo moved to observe him, leaning in close to his face. His chin propped onto his right hand in contemplation, a little pout forming onto his lips. He leaned in close with a laugh before pulling away from the male. Sometimes Gojo forgot that boundaries existed. The thought made you sigh, your mind suddenly recalling the time Gojo had tried to convince you to take a bath with him while still being in the tub, the bubbles barely covering what they needed to cover. Of course, Gojo enjoyed teasing you, along with being able to see your cute flustered face. You were pulled out of your daydream as he suddenly spoke, not realizing that you had completely missed their conversation. 

“Then give us ten seconds. Once ten seconds are up, come back to us.” Gojo demanded as he stretched. You stretched your hand out towards him, taking his souvenir to protect it. You knew Gojo was craving to fight Sukuna. You could feel it. You were aware that he was stronger since he had only ingested one of twenty cursed fingers of Sukuna, but that still did not ease your anxiety. 

Megumi, knowing how much of an overthinker you are, gently grasped your hand hanging on your side, lightly squeezing it in reassurance, as if to say ‘He’ll be okay, he’s the strongest.” You proceeded to nod at him and return the gesture. You pulled out a clean handkerchief, moving to slowly wipe the blood away from his face, aware of the fact that it would take some time to get him the proper medical attention he needs. 

“But…”

“Don’t worry, I’m the strongest.” he cheekily responded. That eased your anxiety even more. You rolled your eyes once more at his cockiness. A small part of you hoped that Gojo would be graced with the opportunity to get his ass kicked, but a bigger part of you was aware of how strong Gojo was, and knew how quickly he would be able to defeat Sukuna’s vessel. 

You slowly sat beside Megumi, straightening the short length of your skirt while stretching your legs. You had a love-hate relationship with your jujutsu uniform, love because you looked amazing in it, and hate because a certain someone made your skirt length a tad bit too short. Of course, you wore shorts underneath, but it was still irrational to force all of the females to wear something as revealing as a skirt. 

Technically, it wasn’t mandatory for you to wear the uniform but Gojo insisted as it would raise “morale”.

As Gojo continued to ramble on, a dark figure was already ascending, aiming for Gojo himself. 

“Behind you!” yelled Megumi, frantically reaching for your hand to pull you away but you just brushed him off, patting his knee to reassure him. “Don’t worry Megumi, I got you, just let Gojo have his fun.” he slowly nodded, still listening to his mentor ramble about mochi. 

In a split second, Gojo was sitting atop of Sukuna, whilst Sukuna was crouched between your thighs, his arms on either side of your legs, the skin of your thighs barely brushing against his forearms. You laughed at his incredulous expression before raising a hand to pat his cheek and mockingly pouting before blowing him a kiss. Leaving him stunned, he quickly snapped out of his daydream before continuing to attack Gojo. 

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Your eyes fluttered open, the bed of flowers soft underneath your fingertips. You glanced around, hoping to find something, someone, anything familiar within the vicinity. Panic engulfed you, bile steadily rising in your throat. Tears began to gather in your eyes. Being in unfamiliar places had always given you a large amount of anxiety, especially since you’d just been sitting beside your pupil while watching your best friend fight the king of curses. 

“What are you doing just sitting there dumbass?” a gruff voice called from behind you. You whipped your head back, hoping to find someone you know, but no such luck. The person behind you was quite intimidating. They emitted straight power and confidence. Unable to say anything, you stood there gaping at the stranger.

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10 LGBT+ classic rock stars that aren't Freddie Mercury, David Bowie, or Elton John

Pete Townshend

Pete is best known as the tall, short tempered energetic guitarist and writer of almost all of the songs by The Who. He was the member who came up with their trademark move of smashing the instruments at the end of each show, and became a voice for youth at the time with one of their many hits 'Talkin 'Bout My Generation.' He came out in his memoir as well as an interview in 1989, saying he was bisexual, and also said he identified as both a woman and a man, saying: "I know how if feels to be a woman because I am a woman, and I won't be classified as just a man."

Debbie Harry

Lead singer and writer for the band Blondie, she's a bisexual woman well known for her colourful taste in fashion and unmistakable voice. Her musical career started out in the punk genre but she is best known for writing and singing some of the most popular new wave songs including Heart of Glass, Call Me, and One Way or Another.

Janis Joplin

Often cited as the face of American blues, folk, soul and rock, Janis Joplin is WLW and had numerous relationships with men and women in her life. She was famed for her distinctive husky voice and powerful and captivating stage presence that left audiences stunned.

Dave Davies

The guitarist in 60s British invasion group The Kinks revealed he was bisexual in his autobiography in 1997. The more outgoing of the Davies brothers in the band, of which he had a difficult and fiery relationship with, Dave also experimented with makeup and women's clothing in the 60s and 70s. Many people claim his riffs were the very earliest beginnings of heavy metal.

Sir Ray Davies

Ray Davies wrote and sung most of The Kink's songs, including their most successful song Lola, which is about a transgender woman. Although quieter and more laid back than his brother, he does not have a quiet tongue either. His endless brotherly quarrels with Dave continue to this day, although they live next door to one another. He is MLM.

Kim Deal

As well as playing Bass for the late 80s indie rock band The Pixies and fronting the 90s band The Breeders, Kim Deal has studied and worked in cellular biology. She has said that she is asexual and also identifies as a feminist. Kim Deal has a unique philosophy in recording music, in that she uses no modern means of production such as digital recording, computers, and auto tuning.

Sister Rosetta Tharpe

Recognised as the inventor of rock and roll, Tharpe was a pioneer for combining blues and gospel to create a unique sound partnered with her electric guitar as early as the late 30s. She is WLW. Her relationship with Marie Knight became a controversial topic when it was discovered by the public, especially from her religious background.

Rob Halford

Singer and songwriter of the popular heavy metal band Judas Priest, Rob was initially uneasy about coming out as gay due to heavy metal's often homophobic following, but was surprised when he was overwhelmingly supported. He now calls himself the 'stately homo of heavy metal' and speaks openly about the ongoing struggles that LGBT+ people face.

Marc Bolan

In 1971, a tiny 5"4 Marc Boland performed in his band T-Rex on Top Of The Pops wearing glitter under his eyes. This is widely recognised as the starting point of the glam rock movement. He had relationships with men and women in his life, and came out as bisexual in 1975. He was Jewish and he became a style icon of the 70s for his corkscrew hair, colourful fashion and whimsical happy-go-lucky attitude.

Lou Reed

Lou Reed's infamously dry humour and deadpan voice set him apart from other rock stars of his time. As a child his parents put him in a mental hospital and he was given electric shock therapy to try and 'cure' his interest in men. He grew in popularity in the 60s as The Velvet Underground's lead singer and guitarist and went on to have a successful solo career, where he frequently wrote and sung about LGBT people. Reed is MLM and also Jewish!

“almost funny”

synopsis: suna rintarou thinks you’re out of his league, and you think he’s out of yours.

tagged: general dumbassery, fwb-to-lovers, some profanity, sexual references but nothing explicit.

commitment level: 5.6k words.

It’s almost funny, really. It’s funny how what started out as a purely physical transaction has now transformed into a one way ticket to Simpville with the name Suna Rintarou stamped on it in big red letters. Suna runs a hand through his hair in frustration as he stares down at your sleeping form, curled up in his SF Giants tee that fits you like an oversized nightgown. He loves how you look there, wearing his clothes, bed head resting on his pillows. It’s almost embarrassing how much he loves it. How much he might love you. 

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