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₊˚✩彡 𝐃𝐀𝐁𝐈

They want cuddles (scenarios)

what would they do if you teased them? (scenarios)

Why do you love me? (dabi reverse comfort) 

they get jealous (scenarios) 

They need a hug (scenarios) 

How they kiss you (scenarios)

They’re your first kiss (scenarios)

You boop them (scenarios)

Your scared of spiders (scenarios)

“Save me~” (scenarios)

When your suicidal (Scenarios)

You patch them up (scenarios)

How they talk abt you (Scenarios)

you get shy in public (scenarios)

₊˚✩彡 𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐒

They want cuddles (scenarios)

what would they do if you teased them? (scenarios)

Anything for you (soft hawks x reader) 

You surprise them with a hug (scenarios)

How they kiss you (scenarios)

Fireworks (new years eve with hawks)

They’re your first kiss (scenarios)

You boop them (scenarios)

Your scared of spiders (scenarios)

You patch them up (scenarios)

How they talk abt you (Scenarios)

you get shy in public (scenarios)

₊˚✩彡𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔

what would they do if you teased them? (scenarios)

conflicting love (bakugou x vil! reader) 

they get jealous (scenarios)  

How they kiss you (scenarios)

You boop them (scenarios)

When your suicidal (Scenarios)

You patch them up (scenarios)

₊˚✩彡𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀

what would they do if you teased them? (scenarios)

You surprise them with a hug (scenarios)

How they kiss you (scenarios)

I love you (he says i love you for the first time)

₊˚✩彡𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈

what would they do if you teased them? (scenarios)

they get jealous (scenarios)

How they kiss you (scenarios)

You boop them (scenarios)

When your suicidal (Scenarios)

₊˚✩彡𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐈

what would they do if you teased them? (scenarios)

Shiggy’s first christmas (spending christmas with shigaraki) 

You surprise them with a hug (scenarios)

How they kiss you (scenarios)

Your scared of spiders (scenarios)

“Save me~” (scenarios)

You patch them up (scenarios)

₊˚✩彡 𝐃𝐄𝐊𝐔

what would they do if you teased them? (scenarios)

They need a hug (scenarios)

How they kiss you (scenarios)

They’re your first kiss (scenarios)

You boop them (scenarios)

You patch them up (scenarios)

₊˚✩彡 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐔

they get jealous (scenarios) 

house prom (Being with shin instead of going to prom) 

They’re your first kiss (scenarios)

You boop them (scenarios)

“Save me~” (scenarios)

you get shy in public (scenarios)

₊˚✩彡 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐎

They need a hug (scenarios)

How they kiss you (scenarios)

₊˚✩彡 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀

How they kiss you (scenarios)

you get shy in public (scenarios)

₊˚✩彡 𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈

You patch them up (scenarios)

₊˚✩彡 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐊𝐎

You patch them up (scenarios)

Feel free to suggest something, I don’t bite~ 

NAFW MIRIO HEADCANONS

❤️he seems like the living, breathing embodiment of lady in the streets, freak in the sheets

❤️Even if it starts out with loving kisses and gentle touches, you’re not gonna be able to do anything but babble and take his cock by the end of it

❤️He’ll have you saying “please” over and over again, even though you weren’t sure what you wanted anymore. All you knew was how good he felt deep inside you

❤️It almost intimidates you with the way he stared at you so intensely, soaking in all the lewd expressions you’re making, with your eyes literally rolling to the back of your head with each of his thrusts

❤️”Does that feel good, sunshine?”

❤️All while you couldn’t even formulate an intelligible sentence

❤️One of his favorite positions is with your knees up to your shoulders as far as you can get them. Not only does it give him a good view of your face, but he can also just watch his cock disappearing inside of your sopping cunt

❤️With the way he keeps rutting his hips into you, then switching to deep and slow thrusts, you’d think it was his goal to make you pass out or something

❤️Not to mention how much of a sight for sore eyes he is from that angle

❤️with his bright blonde hair all a mess and sticking to his forehead from sweat and his lips parting, letting out grunts and pants

❤️his strong shoulders leading to his arms and hands, which had a strong grip on your thighs to keep them apart for him

❤️Down his body, sweat sheening on his skin, his muscles flexing and straining with each thrust into you

❤️All the way down to where the two of you were connected, his thick and heavy cock stretching you out and making you cream all over him

❤️If you would let him, he would absolutely LOVE to cum inside of you

❤️Not sure what does it for him, but he would just love to watch his cum leak out of you and take his cock and push it all back, deep inside of you where it belongs

❤️After the two of you are done and sufficiently worn out, he’ll definitely not pull out and pull you to him for a cuddle

Show me where it hurts (part 1)

Miguel O'Hara x spiderwoman!reader

(AO3 Mirror), Part 2, Main Masterlist

summary: Miguel's acting weird, and you make it your mission to find out exactly what's going on.

warnings: no warnings for this chap, pg-13, swearing and canon level violence. smut next chapter xoxo

a/n: this is a combination of 2 asks and this post I saw on here a while ago: flirty/ snarky fem reader, Miguel during a ""rut"" (I don't know if it counts as a rut really, but its to do with his animal instincts/DNA) and Lyla playing matchmaker.  I had so much fun writing this, enjoy :D

(i wrote this pre seeing spiderverse 2, so i think characterisation is a little off, esp for Lyla, apologies! I'll fix it in my upcoming fics)

wc: 3.6k

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You think Miguel is avoiding you. 

One of your closest friends, giving you the runaround for months, it seems. Calling the two of you close friends is a little extreme, sure. You've only known O'Hara for two years, and been in love with him for slightly less than that, thank you very much. And yes, he refuses to call you by anything but your last name. And the last time you saw him he wouldn't so much as look at you, but that was besides the point. 

"..the point," You tell Lyla, in between exasperated bites of cereal, "... is that aren't elite forces of spiderpeople supposed to, you know, have some spiderpeople kick ass once in a while? And where exactly is our fearless leader? I haven't seen O'Hara's scary ass in weeks, and I'm starting to miss it."

She gives you a look, one that says this isn't what I'm programmed for , but you pointedly ignore it. 

"His ass, by the way." You clarify. "I very specifically miss his ass. Remind me to get his routine. I know girls that would kill for…"

"How the fuck did you get in here?" A voice croaks. You turn behind you and see Miguel, not in his suit, but wrapped up in a blanket like he's just woken up. And he looks rough, like a train ran him over on the way here: puffy eyes, splotchy skin, tension kneaded into his brow. 

"Wow." Your spoon drops into the milk. "You look like shit.." 

He furrows his brow even deeper, if that was possible. " Mierda. You shouldn't be here." 

"This isn't quite the welcome party I was expecting, man. I'm the only one to actually turn up to one of your meetings, and this is what I get?" 

"I thought I told Lyla to cancel," He mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

"Cancel? Since when do you miss a chance to talk about rules and protocol?" 

"I don't have time for this-" 

"-and I'm not leaving without a proper explanation. Is everything okay?" 

"It's actually way worse now you're here." He deadpans. 

"Haha ." You turn to Lyla. "You drop everything to travel halfway across the multiverse and this asshole won't even say thanks." 

"Thanks, but this asshole needs you to leave. Now." 

This is the most he's spoken to you in forever, and you hate that you like it. You just want his attention, however it comes. If that means dragging this out so maybe he acknowledges you, touches you, looks at you - then so be it. Squinting, you get closer to him. You scan his face for anything to latch onto. You put a hand on his shoulder, still searching. 

"You sure you're alright? You know you can tell me if-" 

"Si, si." He grits his teeth, looking away. "M'just fine. I'll explain…. later."

"...because I'm your right hand man?" You grin, poking at his brow. "Stop frowning so much Miguel, you're gonna ruin that pretty face of yours."

He flushes, nervous, and swats you away. "-what? N-No. You're not my right hand man and I like my face just the way it is. Now, leave. "

Making your way to the door, you tap your nose teasingly. "You know where to find me!" 

When the door closes with a click, you make your way down the corridor, and stop in your tracks when you hear it. It's muffled, but with the strain of your supersenses you can make out Miguel's voice just beyond the wall. 

"I just…. don't want her to see me like this… Lyla, it's not happening… I can't tell her…." Tell her what, exactly? 

Resolutely, you make up your mind. Miguel O'Hara's got a secret. And before you leave for home, you're gonna do everything in your God given power to wear him down and find out. 

~~~

Despite his insistence otherwise, you liked to think of yourself as O'Hara's right hand man - and most of the other spiderpeople thought so too. You were one of the very first he recruited, after crash landing onto your earth like a spiderman-shaped meteor; the two of you were inseparable. Miguel was stubborn and headstrong and thought he was right all the time. Infuriatingly, he was, but that didn't stop you from telling him to get his head out of his own ass when his ego grew too big. 

He was different around you, you think. Softer, sometimes. Harsher, other times. He told you what you needed to hear whether you wanted to or not; the result of mutual respect and agonising persistence. Slowly, you had chipped away his hard exterior; the one he built because he thought he needed to push people away. In that regard, you were similar, but this need manifested in you like a weed - an awful, awful compulsion to joke and laugh at your own expense, to keep others at an arm's length. You had spent your whole life picking and pruning away at yourself, looking for perfection. Even after all this, multiverse-hopping and fighting alongside people who were the closest things you had to friends , it wasn't enough. There was still something missing. 

Ironically, Miguel had told you something similar the one of the last times you had spoken. You had fucked up a mission, well and truly. In the aftermath, all you can remember is coming back to base, limping on Jessica's arm. 

"She's hurt!" She cries out. Lyla materialises and leads you both to the med bay, inspecting any visible wounds. There's a deep laceration, sticky with blood, at the base of your stomach. You shift onto the bed and hiss with pain. 

Miguel is quick to follow, face twisted with confusion, pain, sadness. Even in your haze, you feel the tension radiating off of him as he drags over a cart of supplies. 

"What happened?" He strains. 

"I don't even… it happened so fast. We got ambushed, and all of a sudden I'm on the ground. I wasn't thinking straight and… " She sobs. "...she jumped in front of me. God, she saved my life-" 

"-wasn't your fault, Jess." You croak, trying to sit up. "And I'm fine. Just need to walk it off…"

"Sit, bichita ," His nickname makes you frown, despite yourself, and you settle back down. "Lyla, what's the damage?"

Your vision goes spotty, and Lyla's voice barely registers. All you can feel is searing pain in your side, but Miguel is warm, oh so warm. You clutch his arms, and force him to look you in the eye. 

"M'ready, Miguel." He nods weakly, but you don't think he understands. "I mean it . I can lead, j-just need another chance and I won't let you down… Jess, tell him that I can-" 

"It's okay. I believe you. You just need to relax for me, hmm?" He clutches at your hand, tight, and it's like you're the only two people in the world. "You did good. I promise."

Faintly, you nod. You feel a pinch at your arm, and Jessica's there, with an empty vial of something in her hands. The pain washes over you, and you fight to keep your eyes open. In those last few moments of light, you swear you feel a shaky kiss pressed to your temple. 

"Sleep, mi bichito amoroso. Sleep."

When you come to, you're still in the medbay, moonlight streaming through. Well, artificial moonlight. Time worked a little differently here, something Miguel explained to you a while ago - God knows what about dilation and quantum interference. It makes you smile now, remembering his frustration as he tried to explain to no avail. You were the only spiderman this side of the multiverse without a degree in quantum tech, you had said with a lopsided smile. 

You move to sit, and pain shoots up your side. Groaning, you push through it, determined to get out of this bed and find the others. As if on cue, Miguel walks in, almost leaping towards you. 

"You should… mierda ! You should be resting in bed."

You pout as you stumble into his chest. He hooks an arm around you and leads you back. You clamber in, sighing. "M'fine, O'Hara."

"Your guts were halfway out of your body less than 24 hours ago. So stay put, or you might give me another heart attack."

You scoff, incredulous. "You were worried?" 

He shrugs. " 'Course I was."

"Why? You know I'm practically indestructible." You give him a shit eating grin, and poke the frown appearing at his brow. He doesn't bat you away like he usually does. 

"Famous last words, bichita ." He sighs. You can't speak a lick of Spanish, but you know he only calls you that word when you've frustrated him to his limit. So you take it as a win, for now. 

He drops into the chair next to you. "How are you feeling?" 

"Just peachy, dollface." You wink, and he doesn't so much as groan. 

"I'm being serious. You went through something pretty traumatic…"

"You want me to tell you it hurts, so, so bad, daddy? " You pout and flutter your eyelashes mockingly. Miguel shifts in his seat, unable to make eye contact. 

"That's not what I meant."

"What did you mean, O'Hara? I feel fine. And in a couple of days, I'll feel even better, and I'll be up and about. I can finish what we started and-" 

"-no, absolutely not." He frowns. "A couple of days? I'm sending you home-" 

"You can't do that! On whose fucking authority?"

"On the authority of you almost fucking died ! Keeping you safe is our priority right now-" 

"God, is this my punishment? This is a low blow, O'Hara. You know how hard I've worked for this: months of surveillance and intel a-and I did everything by the book, just like you told me to." You croak. "I fucked up . I know that, and I feel terrible. Give me a chance to make things right; that's all I'm asking. I can do it, I know it. "

He looks at you for a moment, something heavy in his expression. His face contorted, he strips you down to the bone with just his gaze. His voice is so quiet, you almost miss it. 

"....you're still trying to prove yourself, aren't you?"

Honestly, it catches you off guard. You don't even know what the fuck that means, let alone why he said it.

"I don't… I d-don't…?" 

"They all love you. Respect you. More than me I think, sometimes." He chuckles at that. "You're good at what you do. The best . What else are you trying to prove? What else do you need ?" 

Your throat goes dry. You couldn't speak if you wanted to. 

"I'm not punishing you. You made a mistake, but you don't need to be crucified for it. I just want to keep you safe. I can't… we can't lose you."

"Miguel-"

"-this isn't a discussion. And I'm not trying to argue, although I know how much you like to argue." He inches closer, cupping your face gently. You try to move away, blinking back tears. But his hands are steady and he strokes your jaw with so much tenderness you think you hear your heart break. He's pretty, so pretty. You don't deserve him, you think. "There'll be time to fight, bichita. Rest. That's your mission right now."

"C-can't sleep." You breathe. "It hurts." 

Miguel pauses, head tilted like he's thinking. He taps your shoulder. "Scoot over."

You do as he says, and he slips into the bed with you. It's a tight fit, but he manages, placing you on his chest with an arm gently around your shoulders. You bury your face in his hoodie, sniffling and hoping he doesn't notice you choking back sobs. Absentmindedly, he settles into a rhythm, gentle breathing and playing with your hair, soothing you softly. He pretends he can't hear the tears. 

"M'gonna stay here until you're asleep. For as long as you need."

You nod, unable to speak for fear of breaking down. 

~~~

The days after felt like a blur. You woke up to Miguel gone, and an ache in your heart. Jess visits as much as she can, and Ben calls you a couple times, to see if you're okay. Peter B brings Mayday, and she clambers all over your bed, bringing some life into the room. Miguel doesn't visit per se - you hear whispers of him, Lyla visiting in his stead for comprehensive status updates. Once, you wake up in the night to see him on the adjacent chair, head lolling in deep sleep. He looks peaceful, calm - one of the first times you haven't seen his brow furrowed with worry. Of course, he's gone by the morning. 

The very last time you saw him, he opened the portal home. It was weird, after everything, but if Miguel felt the same you wouldn't know. Talking at a thousand miles a minute, he alternates between assuring you they'll be fine without you and situation reports from spider people all across the multiverse. Things you'd missed whilst bedbound, asking for advice before you left. He trusted your judgement and the thought warmed your heart, almost making you forget that he completely brushed past the previous nights before. 

You still remember the last thing he had said to you, which would've been weeks ago, now. 

"...and if you need anything, and I mean anything, you call me directly. Not Jess, not Ben, and certainly not Peter B. Call me, and I'll answer, I promise. You need help, you need advice, you just need someone to talk to, then-"

"-I call you. I get it, O'Hara. Will do." He opens the portal, watching as you walk towards it. He can't take his eyes off of you, even though you can't see him. At the last moment you turn, and run towards him. You almost knock him over with a hug. Burying his head in the crook of your shoulder, he hugs you back, ever careful of your injury. Separating, your smile almost knocks him over again. Weakly, he smiles back as you head through the portal, back home. 

You're left with that feeling, of his arms around your body - warm, so warm - as you putter about by the switchboard. After careful deliberation (you were really, really bored ) you'd taken to manage the Multi Modal Multiversal Switchboard - as aptly named by Miguel. Everyone else called it the Big Red Phone of course, but he had insisted on calling it by its proper name . Every. Time. 

The thought makes you chuckle as you call up Peter B. His icon flashes on the screen in front of you. With a click, he picks up the call, his face materialising holographically in front you. A little hand reaches up and tugs at his ear. 

"Ow… ouch … Dad's on the phone, honey."

"Aww! How's my favourite Parker doing?" 

"Not bad, actually! MJ just made us probably the best burger this side of New York-"

"-sorry, Peter? Me and May are trying to have a conversation." You hear her giggle in the background. Her gap toothed grin pops into frame and she babbles excitedly. "...yeah, exactly May. That's literally what I said."

"Okay, okay, that's enough." He puts the toddler down and watches her scurry away. "You're feeling better, I see."

"Yeah, back in action. Thought I'd check in."

"All good here." He squints, trying to take in your surroundings. "You're at HQ?" 

You hum.

"Could've sworn Lyla cancelled…"

"Yeah, didn't get the memo. But I think something's wrong with O'Hara."

He gives you a weird look. "Uhhh, what makes you think that?" 

"He won't even look at me. Was it something I said? Something I did?" Your eyes narrow. "...what do you know, Peter?"

"Nothing! Absolutely nothing!" He scoffs, a little too quickly, clutching his chest like you've offended him. He's stared down some of the scariest villains around, but the look you give him is truly chilling. "Just… uhhh. You didn't hear this from me." 

"Naturally…"

"We tracked 'em down, the guys that ambushed you and Jessica."

"The Sinister Six? From Earth-215?"

"Yeah, but by the time we got there, it was just Kraven and some of his goons. Miguel got there first, and…." He gulps. "He was pissed. Trashed the whole place looking for the rest of 'em. Beat Kraven half to death and we had to pull him off."

"Shit."

"Yeah, it was pretty rough. Never seen him like that before. And just generally? He'd been weirdly quiet, a little grumpy, more aggressive on missions. I don't know what's gotten into him."

"Hmmm. Thanks, Pete."

"No problem, sweetheart. And if the big guy asks… "

"...this didn't come from you, I know." Weakly, you smile. "Say hi to my favourite Parkers, for me." 

" 'Course I will. We should celebrate, if you're back officially. Mine and MJ's is always open."

"Good to know. I'll see you around."

He waves goodbye, and the hologram clicks off. Sighing, you try to piece together what you've just heard. 

Miguel: acting weird. Well, you knew that already. Aggressive was new. And Lyla? She had canceled, but not for you, for some reason. An honest mistake, perhaps. But Lyla doesn't make mistakes… 

You stew for a couple of hours, puttering about the switchboard, twiddling your thumbs. Something's wrong, and for some reason you're afraid to see him. To have him look straight through you, again, when you ask to do the same. Show me where it hurts. Tell me how to make it better.  

On the way there, you chew your lip in anticipation. In the corridor, you're outside the door to his place, hand hovering above the door. To knock, to call. In the harsh fluorescent light, you hesitate. 

"Lyla?" Nervously, you sink down onto the floor. It's hard to explain, but you don't expect her to actually come; to materialise in front of you. 

"How can I assist you?" She says with a ding. 

"Uhh… hi. Just wanted to talk." You pause, clicking your tongue. "Can you be honest with me?" 

"I can only be honest with you. It is not in my programming to lie, unless specified by my owner."

"Sure. Cool. It's about him, actually. Is Miguel okay?" 

She tilts her head, as if processing your request. "Okay is a subjective term. Is Mr O'Hara alive? Yes. Is Mr O'Hara physically well? Yes. By those terms, he is okay ."

Too vague for your own liking. "I guess I meant more… his emotional state. To the best of your knowledge… in your opinion , Lyla: is Miguel okay?" 

"...I believe Mr O'Hara is experiencing some emotional turmoil."

You frown. "Oh. Do you know why?" 

"Mr O'Hara has instructed me not to disclose that information with you."

"Fair enough. But you don't have to tell me… I could just ask questions?" 

She nods. "There is nothing in my programming that prevents me from answering some questions within certain parameters." 

"Did I do something? Not just today but… last time I was here. Did I say something to hurt or upset him? Is that why he's acting weird?"

"No." She says blankly. "And yes. I suppose it is… complicated." She gestures around that word. 

"I'm a little confused, Lyla."

She sits next to you, on the cool tile. Not that she could feel it, but it feels more intimate - like two friends talking. The extent of Lyla's consciousness, you weren't sure of. Was she alive? To you, she might as well be. Could she think, feel, emote? Maybe, maybe not. You weren't smart enough to understand the nuances of her programming. But you were human enough to see it in her - something glittering beyond the surface. 

It could be projection, but you swear her voice is softer. "He has a name for you. When he speaks about you, and to you. I have it logged in my memory database. Do you know what that is?" You shake your head. 

Lyla opens up her palm and projects videos and images - little Miguel's popping up in her palm, tinny and gruff voices ringing through the hallway. They say your name, shout your name, whisper it. Some say other things in Spanish. Curse words had always been your assumption, and he had given you no reason to think otherwise. Now, having it played back to you, you hear a tenderness in his voice you would've missed. Words and phrases that come up again and again…

"Bichita." She repeats. "Bichito del amor. Mi bichito amoroso. "

You shake your head, still confounded. "...I don't speak Spanish, Lyla." 

"Little bug. Sweetheart. Lovebug. My little lovebug." She clears her throat. "I believe they are terms of endearment."

Steadfast, she directs you towards her palm. Another small Miguel appears, and you think it's him from this morning. 

"I thought I told you not to let anyone in, Lyla?" 

"I did not let her in. She let herself in using the code you previously gave her, Mr O'Hara."

"Yeah, for emergencies. Fuck. Mi bichita, too smart for her own good."

"...If you are in distress, I believe she would understand, Mr O'Hara."

"I just think it's too much. I don't want her to see me like this." 

"According to Alchemax files, previous subjects showing this kind of aggression benefitted from-"

"Lyla, it's not happening, no chance. I can't tell her."

The figure blinks out of her palm. "Mr O'Hara has forbid me from telling you about certain things."

"...but not from showing me." Your eyes meet hers. You give her a watery smile. "Thank you." 

With a hint of a smile, she nods and is gone from the corridor. You are left alone, with nothing but your thoughts of little lovebugs rattling around in your brain.

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This is too sweet 😭

You usually enjoy the filth that spills from his mouth during sex, it makes you hot and leaves you breathless and you’re usually so thick skinned that he doesn’t hold back on the insults or degradation. It left you numb and tingly, but stress and horrible mental health had finally gotten the best of you.

(Nsfw below)

His hips slammed into your abused cunt without any mercy, his rough calloused hands had a death like hold on the fat of your hips and wouldn’t let go.

“Fucking nasty bitch, squirting all over my cock like a whore. You make me feel so fucking good but that’s all you’re good for really.”, he was spewing filth like normal, pressing his chiseled body into the arch of your back to keep you pinned beneath him, “Nothing but Daddy’s little flesh light, only good for pleasing me.”

Your body betrayed you, trembling and squirting to the intensity his veiny cock blessed into your gooey hole, but the tears spilling from your eyes weren’t from pleasure. Your heart ached from his bullying and you weren’t feeling good about yourself, his cock twitched and pulsed inside you meaning his release was near, you’d hold out just a bit longer. With your face buried in the pillow you endured his breeding for just a bit more, “Daddy’s little whore, my slutty little sex toy. Mine! Fuck I’m cumming, I’m cumming! Take it all you useless slut.”, he moaned with deep growl vibrating through his throat. The last few thrusts were sloppy but deep, making sure his seed would plant deep inside your abused pussy.

He groaned and panted in satisfaction, collapsing atop your soft body, crushing you a bit more into the mattress. “That was perfect, bet you can take it one mor-“

“Ramen.”

His blood ran cold when that muffled word managed to meet his ears. You adjusted yourself a bit to pull your face out of the pillow, “Ramen. No more… c-can’t do it anymore.”

He was quick to lift himself off of you and pull his soft cock out of your hole, he noticed you trembling and heard the soft hiccups and sobs. He’d hurt you, he’d made you cry and forced you to call out the safe word.

“Baby? Baby hey…hey I’m right here. Talk to me, did I hurt you?”

You struggled to sit up, your legs were weak and your back hurt from the positions he’d folded you into, it was then that he saw those fat hot tears falling from your glazed (e/c) eyes. His heart sank with guilt, you tried to cover your face with your hands to hide the tears but he wasn’t stupid, you didn’t have to hide your tears at this moment.

“(Y/n), love, what’s going on? Did I hurt you? Tell me I’m right here.”, he begged softly, gently holding your wrists to pull your hands away from your face.

You let out a shaky breath and choked on a sob, “Didn’t feel good, my head isn’t in a good place and you were being so mean I thought you meant it. I don’t feel good about myself right now.”, you explained.

His eyes softened to your confession and he finally took in the damage he’d caused your body, you were littered in small bruises, bite marks, imprints of his hands when he’d give you a hard slap, and your face showed nothing but discomfort and insecurity.

“(Y/n)…why didn’t you stop me sooner? Baby I don’t ever want to hurt you, I should’ve noticed sooner, I’m so sorry Hun.”, he’s careful with you now, slowly pulling you into a hug and laying you down on your side so he can rub away any knots in your muscles.

You can’t manage to say anything at the moment but you know he means well, you’re just hurting. He sighs and leans down to give your swollen lips a sweet kiss, “Stay here I’ll run us a bath and help you clean up, m’sorry baby. I love you so much.”

Before long you’re in a warm bath with your back against his chest, he’s just holding you, kissing the bite marks and bruises he’s left against your skin, spilling sweet praise against your ear that leaves your heart overflowing.

“You’re my beautiful girl, my future wife, my life line, I’m always home with you by my side. You make me feel so safe and free, only you can do that, because you’re just so perfect to me. I can’t stand the thought of you being insecure about yourself. Love you so much (Y/n).”, he whispers into your ear making you smile.

“Love you too. Thank you.”, you sigh happily, pressing a kiss to the pulse point on his neck.

Once you’ve both finished bathing and cleaning up, he dresses you in one of his shirts and carries you away to the bed to hold you some more, “Next time when you’re ready I’m gonna spoil you so much that you’ll squirt just from me praising you.”

“But what if I’m a dumb baby from all that praise?”, you fake a whine and watching him let out a deep chuckle.

“Guess you’ll be my dumb baby, happy and perfectly pleased.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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tonkatsu and cabbages

featuring: tsukishima kei from haikyuu!!

cw: female!reader, housemates, college au, slow burn

wc: 1.2k

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oh, right. he's on a full schedule today.

the realization just dawned upon you as soon as you opened the apartment door, only to be greeted by darkness.

it was evening already, after all.

you made your way inside, leaving your leather shoes on the rack by the entrance. walking directly to your room, you placed your bag on the table before plopping your body on the bed.

the thought of sleeping crossed your mind after a quite exhausting day at the university. but then, you remember you'll be the one to cook dinner tonight because it's your turn to do so—and not for the reason that he's not home yet.

who's he? your housemate, who goes by the name tsukishima kei, is whom you have been living with for a few months now.

and so far being under the same roof as him, you have not encountered a single worry or problem. may it be about taking turns in household chores and such, as well as boundaries on matters.

“maybe i'd just cook tonkatsu…” you've decided and pulled yourself out of the comfort of the bed.

clipping your hair in a messy bun after changing your clothes, you made your way out of your room and proceeded to the kitchen.

you wore your beige apron and prepared the ingredients on the counter, thankful that there's fresh pork loin stored in the fridge—brought home by your housemate just the other day. condiments were complete as always so there wasn't really a problem about them.

with everything settled, you start to slit the rim sides of the pork, and then pound them to flatten. and after seasoning the pork with salt and ground pepper, you let it sit for about thirty minutes to absorb the flavor.

there wasn't any leftover rice from last night because your housemate already made them into yakimeshi (pan-fried rice) this morning for both of your breakfast. so you also needed to cook steamed rice for dinner.

afterwards, you washed your hands and thought of playing some music in the living room—where the television is located. some browsing was made before you finally picked to play an album of one of your favorite bands.

‘the black parade’ by my chemical romance.

knowing that the soundtracks would be quite loud as usual, you set the volume a bit low, enough for you to hear from the kitchen.

while waiting for the pork, you already prepared flour, panko bread crumbs, and beaten eggs in separate containers. other needed ingredients were also separated in pinch bowls.

but then you also realized there was something missing after noticing there indeed weren't any cabbages to be shredded. you could run to a 24/7 grocery store downtown, yes. if only your legs weren't just worn out today, but they quite are.

and as for messaging your housemate…

tsukishima kei is also a college student like you, the same university even. however, you don't really bump into each other on campus grounds because your buildings are quite far from one another. he's taking biology while you major in journalism. so that makes sense.

and another fact is that… you don't really have his number… or even know his socials so…

yeah, and you've been housemates for months. now isn't that interesting? kidding aside, it's not really a concern for you. but thinking about it, maybe it could be of use in times like this.

but then, if you happen to have his contact, how would you even construct a message? it's silly because you two don't even talk to each other that much. nonetheless if it's about rent, groceries, or anything related to the both of you living together.

you purse your lips and heave a sigh, picking up a broom to sweep from your room, to the kitchen, the living room until by the entryway to kill time.

‘cancer' started playing by the time you finished sweeping and it's the eighth song from the album, so you figured almost thirty minutes had passed already—a perfect time to coat the seasoned pork in flour, beaten eggs, and panko bread crumbs.

but before that, you first prepare a deep fry pan, pour in enough cooking oil, and turn on the induction. you started frying the pork when the heat was all ready for deep frying.

you were already making sauce for the tonkatsu as you hear a beep and a faint voice from the entrance of the apartment. “i'm home…"

the last soundtrack from the album just faded to end, that's why you were able to hear those small sounds from a distance.

“welcome home…” you casually replied, like you always do, accompanied by a slight bow.

you turned your body to the direction where you see the tall guy walking towards the kitchen in his plain white shirt and black trousers. he's wearing glasses, usual headphones around his neck, and his beige bag hanging on his shoulder.

seeing a sports tote's on his hand, you assumed he had volleyball practice since you're aware that he's already part of a professional volleyball team.

he entered the kitchen, walking past you to reach for a glass of water—your sense of smell catching his manly scent. you turned off the induction and cleared your throat before speaking again.

“i fried tonkatsu for dinner tonight using the pork loin you brought last time, but i didn't know we don't have cabbages stored anymore and i wasn't able to buy some…”

in the first place, both of you agreed how it was perfectly fine to use each other's ingredients, as long as it was stated to be alright doing so, ahead of time. so you had no worries in terms of cooking even without asking for another permission beforehand.

and it was the same for him.

“that's alright,” he responded after drinking, voice was the usual low and calm. you watch him place the glass on the sink and how he unzipped the bag on his shoulder after.

“but it's surprising how i thought of buying shredded cabbage just right down the street on the way home today.” a sealed rectangular plastic food container was taken out of his bag.

his arm slowly moved towards your direction, handing you the container filled with shredded cabbage mixed with some bean sprouts.

panic couldn't be helped when your eyes suddenly met his. you carefully reached out for it using both of your palms.

“thank you… tsukishima," you muttered and decided to give him a small but sincere smile. “you can continue with your routine, and i'll call you once everything's ready."

you saw how his adam's apple moved as he swallowed before turning his gaze to the side. “i'll help set up the table."

you couldn't help but chuckle lightly, noticing something different but you didn't dare pointing it out. “it's fine, i got this. you can rest for a bit."

“i'll just take a quick shower,” he mumbled that you almost didn't get his words, quickly turning his back on you afterwards.

you bit your lower lip to prevent yourself from smiling as you saw his ears reddening more.

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how he kisses you

multi x reader

warnings: suggestive

he kisses you softly, as if he's afraid you're going to leave him. he lightly grazes the bone of his knuckles over your warm cheek, leaning in closely to plant a kiss on the lid of your eye. you smile. whatever the event-- however late or early, tired or excited, old or young, he will never fail to make his love for you apparent.

» armin, suga, EREN, akaashi, megumi, LEVI

you feel the way his rough hands wrap around your cheek. it hurts, and you can already feel the red marks that'll stain your face for days, but you can't stop yourself from groaning at the feeling of his lips enveloping yours. his tongue brushes against the insides of your mouth, feeling every crevice and tasting every flavor that resides in it. you drag your fingers across his back, thumbing with the scars you left a few days prior. you know a simple kiss won't be the end.

» jean, sakusa, IWAIZUMI, daichi, kageyama, ushijima, GOJO, nanami

he's nervous-- although you've kissed several times before, he can't get used to the way your lips feel against his-- how you take control as he relaxes into your touch, his hand backing into the bed while you push him down onto it. he's breathless, gasping for air while you suck dark marks on his neck. to those clueless of your relationship, he's cocky, smart, and quick to think on his feet-- but once it's just the two of you, he submits completely, physically and emotionally. . .

» TSUKISHIMA , oikawa, KUROO, kenma, bokuto

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Haikyuu Incorrect Quotes PT1

Yamaguchi: Why are your tongues purple?

Y/N: We had slushies. I had a blue one.

Tsukishima: I had a red one.

Yamaguchi: oh

Yamaguchi:

Yamaguchi: OH

Hinata:

Hinata: You drank each other's slushies?

men who aren’t afraid to get their dick wet w/ a lil period blood… <3 (afab body, pet names [?? just ‘baby’ & ‘pretty’])

he’s a bit concerned as to why you had been a bit distant so he sort of,,, catches you off guard when you step out the shower. “what’s wrong? you’ve been distant. are you not feeling well?” he has the saddest little frown and it just makes your heart clench.

“i don’t care. i’m not afraid of a little blood.” he smirks as he sinks into you. he placed a towel beneath you and has rags near his legs so he can clean you up right after. “aren’t orgasms supposed to feel better on your period too?” you nod at his question, his smirk turns into a mischievous grin.

“fuck… you feel so good… look so fuckin’ pretty…” he watches as his dick pumps in and out of you. the sight might’ve made other’s grossed out but for him?? it was hot, beautiful even. he just loves to make you feel good. even if it means getting messy. (messier than usual)

“aw… cummin’ already? that’s okay… you need it, don’t you, baby? it’ll help take some pain away, won’t it?“ his thrusts get harder, but he keeps a steady pace. he rubs circles on your chubby hips with his thumbs while keeping a firm grip. “aw look at you… shakin’ so much… you gonna give me another one, pretty? gonna cum for me again?”

“still hurtin’ baby? yeah? guess i just gotta keep fuckin’ you till it’s all over…”

- MATSUKAWA ISSEI, HANAMAKI TAKEHIRO, kyotani kentaro, iwaizumi hajime, sawamura daichi, TANAKA RYUNOSUKE, sugawara koushi, yamaguchi tadashi, UKAI KEISHIN, yamamoto taketora, YAKU MORISUKE, fukunaga shohei, kuroo tetsuro, kai nobuyuki, BOKUTO KOUTARO, hinata shoyo, MEIAN SHUGO, tomas adriah, inunaki shion, semi eita, goshiki tsutomu, TENDOU SATORI, kawanishi taichi, ohira reon, TERUSHIMA YUJI, sakishima isumi, numai kazume, DAISHO SUGURU, izuna tsukasa, komori motoya, akagi michinari, ARAN OJIRO, miya osamu, miya atsumu, ginjima hitoshi, SUNA RINTARO, hirugami fukuro, HOSHIUMI KORAI

- HAWKS, edgeshot, FATGUM, rock lock, giran, MR COMPRESS, DABI, tsukauchi naomasa

- fushigiro toji, GOJO SATORU, nanami kento, sukuna, mahito, choso, GETO SUGURU

all my personal opinions !!!

(can u tell haikyuu is my fav??)

| WORKS | SFW BLOG |

Chan wants to record your moans for a song

GENRE: smut WORD COUNT: 2.6k Author’s Note (Author Hare): This is my 500 follower hug for y’all inspired by two prompts given to me by my favourite reader of all times, Author Tortoise. Maybe you can guess what they are! WARNINGS: rated M (minors do not engage!), unsafe sex (wrap it up, kids), slight dirty talk, Chan calls reader a slut (but in a very loving way)

You unlock the door, enter the flat and kick off your heeled ankle boots, balancing two bags of takeout as you do. Having successfully completed that task, you dump them on the floor and shrug out of your coat as your obligatory “honey, I’m home” call stays unanswered. You smile to yourself – you’d expected that; it means that your boyfriend is still so focused on creating music, he forgets the world around him. That is also the main reason why he got you a key to his flat – more than once had you been standing in front of the door, waiting for him to open it for you, and he simply hadn’t heard the doorbell, lost as he was in his creative process.

You’re still in your work clothes – a black dress (that might have screamed “overdressed!” to some people, but you are aware that being overdressed is a concept created by people who don’t want women to feel beautiful every day), stockings and bright red lipstick – as you make your way through the hallway with the sashimi you’ve picked up at Chan’s favourite place to treat him for dinner.

You knock on his studio door, but the gesture is again futile – through the glass door, you can see that he’s wearing massive headphones and can’t hear anything that’s not blasted through those. You take a moment to watch him – he is clad simply in a black oversized shirt, his hair a dark mess as if he’d dragged his hands through it a hundred times today while looking for words and melodies to match in ways that you find to be positively magical. Elbows on his desk, his gaze is turned towards the ceiling as he vibes with the music, nodding to the beat, critically analysing something he has created. It’s so incredibly attractive, the way he is so focused on and passionate about his work, your heart is full just looking at him.

The song seems to end because Chan looks down and catches your eye. He gives a little start – after all, he thought he was alone in his flat until a few seconds ago – and then a glowing smile takes over his face. He waves to you in an almost childlike gesture, and you mirror his smile as you enter the studio. Chan pulls the headphones off, letting them rest around his neck before putting them on the desk. “Hey, baby girl,” he greets you happily, rolling back in his swivel chair and patting his thighs. “Come here!”

You oblige, sitting in his lap, your legs dangling over one of the armrests as your arms come to rest on his broad shoulders. You lean in to kiss him, and though you mean it only to be a peck, your kiss lasts a little longer and feels a little more heated than your average welcome back kiss. “Hi,” you whisper, smiling, as you pull back eventually.

Chan’s eyes are fixed on your red lips, but eventually stray as they take in your dress. “You look beautiful,” he pronounces, his hand sliding down the skirt of your dress and coming to rest on your knee. “Did you have a good day?”

You nod emphatically, your curls bouncing as if supporting your claim as you recount your successful day at the publishing company where you work. “The presentation went very well. The boss was ecstatic and said I’ll get to manage more of the marketing campaigns since I’m doing such a good job.” You nod to the takeout bags. “I got us some sashimi to celebrate.”

Chan’s face, which had lit up at the news, now takes on an even more enthusiastic expression. “I’m so proud of you, baby, those are wonderful news! I’m so glad your boss can see how dedicated, hardworking, and talented you are! And I’m happy I get to celebrate with you. Thanks for bringing dinner.” He nuzzles into your neck, and you giggle, feeling giddy at his euphoria.

“Thanks for being such a hype boy, babe. And how was your day? How is the new album coming along?” You glance at the computer, where Chan has obviously been busy mixing a sound file. Chan shrugs. “Ah, you knaur.” He’s trying to sound non-committal, but you know that he cares deeply. “I’m trying to write a new unit song. Hyunjin is in it, so it needs to be racy.” He winks at you. “Another hoe anthem, you mean?” Your boyfriend bursts out laughing. “Something like that. Do you want to hear it?” “Sure!” You always love listening to early versions of songs – it is intriguing to watch Chan decide what to keep and what to cut, what to put on demos – and then listen to the final product as it is released. The process is fascinating, and you love being a part of it, even if you’re only a spectator.

Chan reaches around you, and you turn to face the computer, leaning back against his broad chest. His left hand slips around your waist, securing him against you as he starts the song. Immediately you know why this song is meant for Hyunjin; it is a dark-sounding RnB track that seems to continue the tradition laid down in “Red Lights” and “Taste”. There is an almost hypnotic organ melody that reminds you of church, but in a distinctly unholy way as it is paired with lyrics such as “I know that we shouldn’t, but I want to”. Chan’s voice on the demo carries the song without difficulties, and it’s positively captivating; breathy whispers and slight vocal fries add to the sexy tone of the song.

You feel the mood in the room shift, anticipation making room for arousal. You shiver in Chan’s arms listening to it, and you feel your boyfriend shift beneath you before he presses a kiss to your neck. “Do you like it?” he breathes into your ear, and the air against your neck tickles you in a decidedly not innocent way.

You nod, releasing a breath you don’t know you’ve been holding. “It’s definitely racy,” you agree, your breath hitching as Chan continues to kiss your neck while the song moves into the second verse. You can feel him smile against your skin.

“It’s almost as if hearing my voice singing it is doing something to you, baby girl. It must be like me getting dirty thoughts when you wear lipstick like that,” he almost purrs, gently biting your earlobe as his right hand finds your breast, teasing it through the cloth. A tiny gasp escapes you, and even though the music is still playing, it doesn’t slip Chan’s attention. “God,” he almost growls. “Your moans would sound so good on this track.”

That one sentence causes you to groan again, and Chan’s hand slips from your waist downwards, under your dress and directly into your panties. He gasps at the wetness he finds there and starts stroking you softly, maddeningly, but not in any way that could actually do something for you except tease you further. “Does it turn you on that much, baby girl? Hearing me sing a naughty song, knowing I wrote it thinking about your body? Do you like the idea of me recording your moans, putting them on the track, having the fans wonder who got so horny just listening to the demo version? You’re such a little slut, baby.”

At the word slut, he pushes a finger into your pussy, and this time, your moan is anything but quiet as you throw your head back. The song comes to a close, ending, just as it started, with the organ melody, and the only thing you can hear is Chan’s finger sliding into you and the two of you breathing heavily.

“So,” he drawls, almost sounding bored but of course he’s anything but as his thumb comes to circle your clit. “What do you say?” You meet his eyes as he glances down on your face, still hypnotized by your lipstick. “You know,” you rasp. “Your song is so hot I wish I could fuck it, but I can’t. So I will fuck you instead.” You watch as Chan’s pupils dilate, and the growl that escapes his throat as he claims your lips is almost feral. Well, you know what you do to him, and you have him exactly where you want him.

“Turn on the mic,” you breathe as you pull his hands off you. In a quick gesture, you grab the hem of your dress and discard it onto the floor, standing in front of him in just your stockings and black underwear, lasciviously leaning against the desk. “Let’s see how good these moans sound.”

He seems to contemplate your words for a few seconds before he takes a step closer and, his eyes never leaving yours, leans forward to push a few keys on his keyboard. This right there, this silence before the storm, this uninterrupted eye contact, might be one of the hottest moments you’ve experienced in a long time.

Chan is on you in a second, hoisting you up onto the desk as he kisses you deeply. Your hands grab for the hem of his t-shirt, greedily pulling it off to feel more of his skin. Chan’s meanwhile busy opening your bra, and in his impatience, he has to fumble for a bit to get it off you.

“Eager?” you tease against his lips before biting down, eliciting a groan from him. “You have no idea, baby girl,” he admits as he finally gets the offending garment off. He lets it carelessly fall to the floor, already focused on nothing else but your naked breasts resting against the palms of his hands. He kisses you deeply as he strokes your stiff nipples, his erection pushing against your scantily clothed pussy as he stands between your spread legs, trying to still be closer to you than he already is.

You cross your ankles behind him, helping him in his endeavour, and you both gasp as he grinds against you. “Off, off, off,” you breathe, gesturing to both his sweatpants and your underwear. Chan smirks. “Who’s eager now?” he asks, nipping at your collarbone. You roll your eyes playfully. “Who has written a song about fucking me?” He seems to consider that for a second. “Fair point. Move your hips for me, will you, baby girl?”

You help him pull your panties off and take the liberty of pulling down his sweatpants and underwear in one go, letting his girthy cock spring free. Chan appreciates the view for a second, seeing as you’re only wearing stockings now. “You’re the most attractive woman I’ve ever seen,” he declares in a raspy voice, and it only adds to your need. You make to touch him, but Chan easily catches your wrist and pins it to the desk with his hand. You actually whine at that. “Please, don’t tease me,” you beg, wanting nothing more than to feel his length stretching you out deliciously.

Chan’s smile is wolfish. “Don’t worry, baby, you’ll get what you want.” And before you can protest any more, he lets go of your hand, pulls you to the edge of the desk and guides his cock into your pussy. Your gasps mix with his broken moans as he slowly pushes in. Chan pauses, but only for a moment – both of you are far too turned on to take this slow, and even though the height of the desk isn’t perfect, the newness of the location adds a level of spice to the encounter.

He starts thrusting into you, fast, hard, causing the desk to shake beneath you. You scramble to push the keyboard to the side, falling back onto your elbows as Chan’s punishing pace throws you off balance. You stare up at him: his hair sticking to his forehead, a slight sheen of sweat glistening on his neck, the muscles in his arms playing as he holds onto your hips with a ferocity that might result in bruises. You give yourself over to your sensations: the cold desk below you, the sound of skin slapping against skin, Chan’s steady groans at the pleasure you give him, his big cock positively railing your wet cunt.

You grab onto him, pulling yourself back up and clinging to his broad shoulders, wanting to be even closer to him, feel his breath on your skin. “You feel so good,” you moan into his neck, biting his shoulder lightly. His retaliation comes in form of a thrust so powerful that it punches a loud groan out of you.

“Fuck, baby girl, you’re so hot, making me take you in my studio,” he gasps as he pushes into you again and again, relentlessly. “You’ll sound so good on this song, and it’ll be our little secret, but at the same time everyone will know. Everyone will know that only I can fuck you so well, make you make the hottest little noises, make you fall apart on my cock.” He slips a hand between you and starts stroking you to make sure the falling apart can actually happen, but he knows your body well enough to have you panting and at the edge of your orgasm within minutes.

“You’re such a good girl, making the most beautiful noises. Tell me, baby, who’s making you feel good? Say it. I want to hear it.” Pushing against him, trying to get closer to the delicious friction, you gasp, “You, Chan, only you can make me feel like this!”

You can feel Chan’s concentration slipping, his thrusts becoming sloppier, but he seems determined to make you come first, so he redoubles his efforts stroking you, whispering dirty nothings into your ear, how you’re a good little slut for him, taking him so well, how you’re made for this, made for him, how no other pussy could ever feel this good.

“Come on, baby girl, be good and moan for me and Hyunjin.” For some reason, that and a well-timed thrust does it, and you come on Chan’s cock with a loud, drawn-out groan, your pussy spasming wildly around him so he follows you over the edge mere seconds later. He crushes his lips to yours once more, and you make out as he spills into you, and continue to do so as you both slowly come off your highs.

A few moments later, you break the kiss to lean against his shoulder, still enclosed in his embrace. “That was a really nice entrée,” you declare, and Chan chuckles. He is quiet for a few seconds. “Are we gonna pretend you didn’t come the second I mentioned Hyunjin’s name?” You know he is teasing you, so you decide to go along. “Well, maybe you should invite him over some time?” Slowly, gently, you push against him so can slide out of you. You can feel a dribble of come making its way out of you and onto Chan’s desk, but that looks like a him-problem.

Chan clutches his chest in mock-terror. “Am I not enough for you?” You shake your head. “Oh baby, you’re sometimes more than I can cope with,” you say, pressing a kiss to his shoulder as you grab your underwear. “But in a good way. The best, really.” Chan slides an arm around you, stabilising you as you slip on your panties. “I’ll take it as a compliment, then.” He glances at the takeout bags. “Dinner?”

You nod. “Have you turned off the mic?” Your boyfriend turns around to check the equipment. He curses. “Oh naur, it seems like it was off the whole time!” He catches your eye as you slip on his t-shirt, and there is a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Guess we’ll have to do this again soon…”

Damn

dilf!toji x bimbo!femreader // age gap & breeding

Toji who continuously calls you “kid” or “little one” to refrain himself from thinking about all the sinful things he would do to you, trying to keep in mind that you’re a college student and he’s a father.

Yet, your folded in half with your knees near your ears, getting your pussy pounded into the mattress by that same man who was in denial a few days ago.

“damn, you want another child?” you rhetorically asked, hushing your moans by biting your lower lip as you watched his cock slide in and out of you. that sentence alone was enough to send Toji over the edge.

“hahh, yer greedy cunt is basically begging for it.” he groaned, fucking his load back inside of you.

Tendou: I like that at some point a human looked at a sheep and went "oh that looks warm, I wish I was that warm" and then stole all its hair

Ushijima: wig snatched

Shirabu: millenias of language interpretation have culminated in this

physical touch with hq!! boys

a/n: y’all really blew me away with the response to the acts of service post and so here is the next part! it took a second to come out because I’ve been struggling with a head injury but it’s up now! I hope y’all enjoy!

love language masterlist | acts of service | quality time |

atsumu —

constantly keeps a hand on your waist if you walking together or holds you hand if he’s carrying anything. big fan of low key PDA: holding hands, quick kisses on your cheek, keeping a hand on your waist/lower back. he loves the little touches. when alone he likes to hold you close, have your head on his chest, pressing kisses to your hair. typically only touchy if you’re walking someplace together or at home, but if you initiate he will keep his hand in yours the whole time.

matsukawa —

holds you close anytime he can. likes when you sit on his lap. will take ANY excuse to have you in his lap or to carry you. stub your toe? up you go. this man is hands and shameless. he takes pride in the fact that he can tend to your needs, and likes showing that off by holding you. isn’t super big about it in public spaces like school or restaurants, but his home screen is a picture of his lifting you up in victory after an early volleyball tournament third year.

kuroo —

likes to hold your hand when you go out to eat together. presses small kisses to your hair, your cheek, your ear whenever his face is close to yours whether it’s standing up from tying his shoe, fixing a strand of your hair, or just sitting together. loves to play with your hair and have you lay on his chest, his body, rest your head upon his shoulder. he revels in the close contact and the fact that you trust him with yourself.

tsukishima —

is very shy which his touch, tries to be as discrete as possible but he is just a tiny wee bit clingy. likes to link pinkies when you walk. share his headphones with you and fall asleep with your heads resting together. loves when you relax into him when your tucked up under his arms. is big on giving you kisses when alone, on your forehead, your lips, your hands if your walking somewhere and there’s no one around. he’s not ashamed of you it’s just that akiteru saw him holding your hand and press a kiss to your knuckles and he yet to live it down.

tendo —

this man is a smitten kitten. a complete whirlwind of a boyfriend. likes to come up out of nowhere and smack one on you when you least expect it. enjoys resting his chin on your shoulder when your working on something and watching as you do it. always keeps a hand on your lower back if getting by you but especially if you’re in a crowded area. have to walk through a crowd? hand is secured. having to stand together on the train because it’s full? hand on your back. really just likes to keep you close and safe, and never make it possible for you to doubt his love.

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A to Z — with Gojo Satoru

Pairing : Gojo Satoru x reader (any gender)

Genre : sfw, fluff and loads of fluff, gets a bit steamy but still sfw

A/N : lots of gojo headcanons <33 this is my second work so im still learning. reblog if u like? ♡

WARNING : non-graphical description of make-out sessions, mention of blood, injury, arguments

A = Affection (are they affectionate with you?)

He doesn't get to spend a lot of time but this boy loves you so much

Bringing souvenirs is his love language, god he spoils you

A hard day makes him super touchy so he either spoons you to sleep & gives unhealthy amounts of kisses or just drapes himself on you if he's feeling extra lazy

Sweetheart over babygirl

B = Babies (how many kids does he want?)

He doesn't really mind, hasn't though about it much

He'd let you decide whatever you want tbh

Lowkey would like three to four kids, either all daughters or all sons to make a cult gang of his own

You both are like mom & dad to Megumi so he's fine either way

C = Comfort (how do they comfort you?)

When you start ranting about another mean customer and how hard the day has been, he let's you take your time and reminds to take long breaths in between, lacing your fingers together with his mild warm ones

He'd usually get quite when you're crying, holding you in his folded lap but takes it into his own hands and cracks silly jokes when your crying becomes uncontrollable

You'd crack up most of time and relax, explain him what's going on with you, but if it goes any further and your state is worse than he expected, he'd be dangerous to deal with

Now better expect the person who hurt you dead

D = Date (how was your first date? what are dates with him like?)

He would usually get overboard with dates, getting you high-end expensive branded clothes to a dinner in one of the best restaurants in japan

Don't get him wrong though, he does this not to be pompous of his richness but because he gets so little time to spent with you

E = Emotion (is it easy for them to express his emotions in front of you?)

If there is anyone he can let himself be him around, it's no one but you

Since the day he executed his best friend, you're the only person left to hold him when he falls

He barely cries, (except that one time he killed geto) just becomes quite and you know something is not right

He never reaches out first so you sometimes end up over thinking about his health

F = Feelings (when did they know they were in love with you?)

He can't pinpoint a specific time when he started to fall for you

But maybe it started when you both were given a mission together and you planned and executed the whole thing with so much brains and courage, all you left him to do was to rescue you after you, a semi first grade sorcerer finished off the special grade curse all by yourself

He was so impressed, almost called himself a simp if he didn't know the fact you were all the same head over heels for him too

G = Gym (do they go to the gym? how built are they?)

His busy life as a 'shaman who protects people' takes credit for those guns

He has applied for a gym session but that's just for the talk

Is actually quite buffed up

Can do more than a hundred push ups

Just the perfect amount of muscles to make him an eye candy

H = Hands (how do they like to hold hands?)

When holding hands he swings your arms back and forth like a little kid

He does it so absent-mindedly you find him adorable

Doesn't let go of your hands if you both are making out

He does that because you shy away and he enjoys how helpless you look flushed bright red under him

Plays with your fingers when nervous

I = “I love you” (who said it first? and how?)

It was obvious to almost everyone who knew you two about your mutual pinning each other

But you keep chickening out and so did he

One day when you were badly injured due to an exceptionally hard mission with him he loses his cool and composure because it was you and in the heat of the moment he tightly hugs you making you promise to not let go and inevitably yelling the three words

For the sake of being a bitch and getting it back on him for every mean thing he did to you, you say, holding his face in your equally injured bloody hands, "I'm alive, honey"

You cackle as he picks you up for treatment at Shoko's clearly fake-pissed off

Ultimately you kiss his cheeks confessing back in the moment

J = Jealousy (do they get jealous? how do they act when they’re jealous?)

Gojo can get jealous really easily so you don't need to try

And when he is, he would act like a child

If he could just throw you over his shoulder while saying “mine” he would

But he settles for coming from behind you, relaxed smile on his lips, he asks what you guys are talking about in an innocent tone

K = Kiss (how do they kiss?)

It is usually short and quick ones when he kisses you bye for his solo missions or somewhere out with his students

To compensate he'd kiss you really deep and long during make out sessions knowing the fact you don't have musk ox of a lung like him

It's either quick or deep ones, no in between

Forehead kisses are his favorite

L = Love language (how do they show you that they love you? what is their love language?)

KING OF GIFT GIVING BYE

He'd pick flowers if there are any around, and braid/tuck them into your hair

Lightly scratching behind your neck and ears then smothering them and asking you to do the same

Gojo would bite your cheeks in the most random moment

Buy sour patches and gummy bears to eat with you

M = Memory (what is their favorite memory with you?)

Drunk karaoke

Neither of you could sing but it didn't matter and you couldn't stop laughing about how terrible you sounded together

Nanami came to the rescue and booked a cab

You recorded the whole thing and couldn't stop watching it when you got home

N = Night (how are nights spent with him?)

Falling asleep against his shoulder after a late night movie marathon

Sometimes he'd insist to cook the dinner by himself

And it's a new recipe of Kikufuku

You'd try to act mad but can't put it up for long not when he holds a spoonful with big eyes of the sweet desert he made

Loves to cuddle you specially on winter nights

O = On cloud nine (how do they act when falling in love with you?)

Becomes a lot more thoughtful on the next thing he gifts you and a bit more excited about giving them

Might be a bit more flirty without really realizing

Gojo also notices a lot of things about you that he begins to like more than usual

Starts acting more silly and childish (which you love)

P = Pet names (what pet names do they use?)

He's a tease, so he comes up with new odd but funny nicknames like 'nugget' and calls you that before switching to something new after almost a week

Lots of pet names when he'd comfort you, usually cute ones like 'love bug', 'bambi' or 'pup' which are your favorites

Gojo often calls you by your name followed by a '-chan' or '-kun' if he refers to you in front of anyone

Q = Quizzes (how much do they remember and know about you?)

He's a busy man, so you wouldn't mind if he forgets your birthday

But the thing is he doesn't

Keeping small things about you in mind that are important to him, like whether you're depressed or anxious

Making playlists that match both of your tastes and sending them to you late at night when he's abroad on a mission missing you

R = Rage (what do they do if they're mad at you?)

Literally almost none of your actions can make him angry

Oh but one thing

Gojo was really mad that one time you put yourself to such a diet it started to effect your body mentally and physically

Never raises his voice though, you got a day of cold shoulder untill you gave up on the diet

S = Sugar or Spice (what do they prefer?)

He has a big sweet tooth

Eating almost half of the desserts that you bring in a day

You wish his teeth rot but he's god's favourite

Can not handle spice much as you can

Probably the only thing Gojo Satoru isn't good at

T = Twitter (are they on twitter? if yes, what do they do there?)

He made a private twitter account few weeks after in a romantic relationship with you

Only lets few closest of his friends and students in

The username is 'y/nlovebot'

Isn't very active but tweet at a random hour asking the weirdest question about love advice

Megumi blocks him

U = UwU (would he ever act cute for you?)

Do you think he needs to act?

He's a jerk but he can do that to make up and you'll always fall

He'd look cute even with his small smile playing on his slightly pink glossy lips

Prolly his copping mechanism

V = Vip (how important are you to them?)

If he could choose, he'd choose you over being the strongest sorcerer in the world

You're his top priority

If not one of the top, besides Geto

You're afraid to test where he might draw the line but you believe in him, he'll never let you down

You're his 'special little pup' and very much vip

W = Waking up (what are they like when they wake up next to you?)

It's not rare that you're up before him

Waking up, you open your eyes to see his broad bare shoulders & his light hair slightly across his face

Or sometimes you wake up tangled somehow, arms and legs are often intertwined, and you're lying on his chest

He won't wake up untill his morning kisses are given

X = X-ray (how does the relationship look from an outside perspective compared to how it really is?)

Your relationship seems the cute and stable type

If there are any arguments, Gojo and you would work it out the smart ways

He knows how to handle your bad mood the best, giving you space and preparing a warm drink to make you relax

There's never a time he makes you feel things wouldn't be okay

He's not the type to baby sit you and you know that because he lets you do your part of the mission

He fell for what a rebel of a person you are, come on

Y = Yes (do they think of getting married/proposing?)

It would start off as a joke between the two of you on a late evening, in between the laughs and the light breeze coming from outside the Jujutsu tech

Gojo would find the idea of marrying you very appealing, suddenly not laughing anymore

There would be a high chance that he would promise on holiday or something to make it a special time

On the day of proposal night, that happens to be your birthday, he'd definitely do something silly like wrap a bit of tissue around your finger as a fake ring until he got one

Z = Zzz (how do they sleep with you?)

Finds it easier to sleep while hugging you to his chest

Often tangles his legs around yours out of habit when he spoons you

He's not a heavy sleeper thanks to his sharpened senses

You like to stroke his hair and he would smile at you but wakes up with you sprawled all over him lol

A/N : AND THAT'S ALL. i hope this put a smile on your face somewhere along the lines lol. Untill next time!

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— the one where jimin is not supposed to freak out but he freaks out anyway.

↳ alternatively jimin does not enjoy getting calls that let him know you’re in hospital, even if they give you chocolate pudding.

↳ genre established relationship / implied idol!au ig? / fluff & comfort / a lil angst and a lil humour / wc - approx. 700+

↳ warnings gn!reader / reader gets in a car accident (not described much) / jimin is very worried and frustrated / oc is a bit of an idiot PLSJSJS / injury — fractured arm

“hey, baby.” your voice fills jimin’s ears through his phone, and his lips immediately twist upwards into a soft smile.

“hi, sweetheart,” he replies cheerfully, ignoring the grimace taehyung sends in his direction. the two of them have been holed up in jimin’s studio for half the afternoon, and your phone call is a welcomed break from all the work he’s been doing. “what’s up?”

“listen — i need you to not freak out, okay?” you say guiltily.

the smile fades from jimin’s face, and his tone drops into suspicion. “why would i have to freak out?”

“you don’t have to freak out!” you suggest. “in fact, i’m telling you not to freak out. please don’t freak out.”

“you’re freaking me out!” he says, panicking. “what’s wrong?”

you hesitate. “i — i may have gotten into a… very small accident.”

“what?”

“but it’s like a teensy tiny one! miniature! microscopic, in fact!” you interject hurriedly, as he stands up, already searching for his keys. “jimin, there’s no need to freak out!”

he ignores this, and ignores taehyung’s concerned looks. “where are you? are you hurt? what kind of accident?”

“nooo, are you freaking out? you’re freaking out.” you sigh dispassionately. “i told you not to freak out!”

“oh my fucki — where are you, ___?” he repeats frustratedly. “please.”

“well.” you give him a sheepish laugh. “i’m kind of at the hospital right now. i have my own room and everything! they gave me chocolate pudding!”

he tugs a hand through his hair frustratedly. “chocolate puddi — god. i’ll be there in twenty minutes, okay? don’t — fuck. yeah. i’ll be there soon, baby, i love you.”

“love you too!” you say brightly, a stark contrast to the panic in his tone as he hurries towards the exit. “i’ll be here! in my hospital bed… just chilling….”

—

it takes jimin fifteen minutes to burst into your hospital room with a worried frown on his face. “hey,” he says breathlessly, striding over to you and cupping your face in his warm hands. “hey, what happened?” his hands run over your face lightly, his brown eyes distraught as he catches sight of the cast on your arm. “oh, baby.”

“you are freaking out,” you inform him knowledgeably.

he shakes his head at you, throwing his head back in exasperation. “you are so — of course i’m freaking out, you’re in the fucking hospital! what happened?”

“i was driving back from my lunch break — i went to that pastry place, you know? — and this guy ran a red light and hit me with his car. it was an accident! it’s not a big deal!”

“you’re hurt.” his voice is tight, and you see the tears in his eyes and suddenly realise just how worried he is. “it’s a big deal to me.”

“it’s not even broken,” you say softly, reaching up with your good arm to cover his hand that rests on your cheek. “it’s just a fracture. i’ll be fine soon, okay?”

he blinks furiously, and then sighs, dropping his head onto your shoulder. “okay,” he breathes, letting his panic seep away slowly. “okay. i just — if something happened to you — ”

“but it didn’t,” you interrupt gently. you don’t want his mind to go there. “nothing happened. i’m right here.”

he hums into your neck softly, muttering a quiet, “thank god.”

“and look!” you change tone, ready to lighten the mood. “the nurse wanted to sign the cast but i said you had to be the first. it’s all yours.” you offer him your cast and a pen, and he smiles fondly, scribbling his name and heart.

“she thought i was crazy, saying that park jimin had to be the one to sign my cast first,” you recall, giggling. “she wanted to check my head too.”

jimin’s eyes crinkle as he laughs. “that’s why she was looking at me like that when i came in!”

you examine his signature critically. “hey, do you think i could sell this after?”

“yah!” he cries, but he’s laughing as he scolds, both of you leaning into each other — park jimin never half-asses a laugh, he laughs with his whole body. eyes sparkling, teeth flashing, body leaning into yours like he wants to share this moment with you and nobody else. even in the oddest of places, park jimin brings you warmth and love like no other.

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