isla

just someone looking for a safe space | 21+

[isla-the-fickle]

100 gil

Cloud Strife x GN!Reader - Fluff

Word Count: 1196

Summary: In which you pay the new merc in town for a job well done, and he pays you back without you even knowing

The first time you saw him, you blanked completely. You were the one who had requested for help from the new merc, but you weren't expecting this. You weren’t expecting a man like him.

You realized you were staring when he started walking away, quickly catching up to him and grabbing his wrist. "Hey, wait! Sorry about that, I just spaced out. Are you the new merc?" you asked, utterly embarrassed and hoping he'd still help you.

"Yeah. So what's the job?" he asked.

'Wow. He's pretty straightforward.' you thought. "Well there's been a few reports from my tenants about wererats, and I can't exactly check it myself. I'm not much of a fighter."

"Alright, I'll take care of it. But if there's no wererats, I am still getting paid, right?" He asked curtly, looking towards you for an answer.

"Yeah of course, I'm not an idiot. You either get paid for getting rid of 'em or for confirming that there aren't any." you laughed. He nodded at you, and while you expected him to leave right away, he stood staring at you. Confused, you were about to ask what was wrong when you realized the feeling under your hand. It had still been on his wrist, so you quickly whipped it back.

"Oh, sorry. Didn't even realize." you said, once again embarrassing yourself in front of him. He grunted, but didn't budge an inch, still staring at you. You shifted under his gaze, getting slightly uncomfortable. You looked up at him and met his eyes, "Uh, what is it?" you asked nervously.

"You look really familiar. Where do I know you from?"

You blanked. You couldn't remember seeing him before, and with a face like his there's no way you could've forgotten him. Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to think of where you could've met him. "Um, well, Marle is basically my grandmother. Maybe you've seen me near her apartments?" you suggested.

To which he replied with a simple "No."

"Oh. Um, well, maybe at Seventh Heaven? I work shifts there sometimes with Tifa, and I run the bar when she's not available." you suggested, as it was really the only other place he could've seen you since he didn't live in your building.

"Oh... yeah. Yeah, that's probably it." The man couldn't even look you in the eyes, so you figured he probably mistook you for someone else and just didn't want to embarrass you or himself by admitting it.

“Alright. Well now that that’s out of the way, do you think you could…” you trailed off, not wanting to seem rude by cutting off the conversation so abruptly but also wanting the wererat situation cleared up.

“Shit, sorry. Yeah, I’ll get right on it.” he said while turning to get on his motorcycle.

“Oh, really quick, uh… What’s your name? I don’t wanna just call you ‘merc’, you know?” you yelled.

“It’s Cloud.” And with that, he was off.

~ x ~

“Hey Tifa, who’s Cloud?” you asked as you walked into the bar. Tifa glanced at you, a look of surprise on her face.

While you greeted Marlene and Barret, she said “He’s an old friend and the new merc, why do you ask?”

“He said I looked familiar when he came by my building, but I swear I’ve never seen him before. He said he saw me working here.” you said, still thinking about your encounter.

“Oh yeah, he definitely saw you here. Multiple times actually.” Tifa said as she laughed, leaving you puzzled. When had he seen you here? Tifa usually ran the bar on her own, only calling you in when it was especially busy or if she had to go on a mission with Avalanche. Neither had happened in a while, so how could he have possibly seen you? You’d only gone for a drink a few times, and every time the bar was empty except for you and Tifa.

Your confusion had probably shown on your face, as Tifa laughed again. “You really don’t remember seeing him at all?”

“No! I swear, every time I’ve come in lately, it’s just been you and me. And maybe Marlene.” you sigh, wondering if Tifa was just messing with you or if your memory had actually been failing you.

“Well I promise he’s seen you here. I don’t know, maybe you never saw him.” she said with a chuckle. Just as you were going to ask her what she meant, the doors to Seventh Heaven opened.

You turned around, and your eyes were met with piercing blue ones. “Hey,” said Cloud as he approached you at the bar. “There were a few wererats near your building. They’re gone now.”

Your face brightened at the news, “Thank you so much. God, I don’t know how I would’ve gotten rid of them if it wasn’t for you. So how much do I owe you?”

“100 gil.”

“That’s all? Are you sure?” you asked with uncertainty. Sure, Cloud seemed plenty strong, but 100 gil seemed so little for the job he had done.

“Yeah. 100 is fine.” 

Barret turned to the two of you, looking at Cloud with an incredulous look. “The hell? You ain’t never taken a job from us for less than 1000 gil. Not even taken one from around town for less than 300. What’s got you discountin’, huh?” Barret says with a smirk.

You glance back and forth between Barret and Cloud, “Oh, well if that’s the case, then 100 gil is way too low! Here,” you say as you grab Cloud’s hand and put the gil into his palm. “This is the 100 for the job, and an extra 150 for your hard work.” You smile up at Cloud before turning around to ask Tifa for a drink. 

With your back turned, you don’t see Cloud’s glare at Barret, nor the smug smirk Barret sends back. After finishing your drink and conversing with the others, you realize you don’t have any gil on you to pay for your drink, asking Tifa to put it on your tab. As you wave, your eyes meet Cloud’s, and you flash him a small smile. 

Once you’re gone, Barret and Tifa turn to Cloud. “What?” Cloud asks, already suspicious of what they’re going to say.

“So, when are you gonna admit that you have feelings for my best friend?” Tifa asks with a smile. Cloud looks at her shocked.

“What? What are you talking about?” he stammers.

Barret leans back and lets out a loud laugh. “Oh come on now, even Marlene’s been askin’ me when you’re gonna say ‘I like you'."

“Well tell her it’s not gonna happen. I don’t have feelings for anyone” Cloud says as he gets up to leave. 

As the other two laugh and continue talking, they pretend not to notice the light blush on Cloud’s face or the very small smile he wears when he says your name. What they actually don’t notice until after he’s left is the 150 gil he leaves next to your drink, and the 100 he leaves next to his.

[burnedbyshoto]

thinking of thursday nights being the night in which most of the male members of the former class 1-a hop onto an online game and spend the afternoon straight up into 3 am on fridays simply playing.

you know this is shouto’s schedules whenever he has thursdays off. you know that as his girlfriend you have priority over these sessions, but you never like interrupting them because work schedules are so busy sometimes and most weeks it’s hard to have more than three people in a call.

today’s a rare day. nearly all fourteen former male member of the class is on the call. shouto is on the call, doing extremely well despite never playing video games when he was young— beating the likes of sero and kaminari easily despite them being the ones who taught him. he’s not so much talking, just adding in his two cents whenever needed. for the most part he’s simply vibing and probably unintentionally riling up bakugou.

now thursdays are his days with the boys.

you’re so lucky he even gives you the full weekend when available! but today, with a period probably coming soon, youre inexplicably horny. you enter the room of your shared space to see shouto at his computer, headset on, and his focus entirely on the game at hand.

he’s talking a bit, a small chuckle, a gentle smile. it’s enough to make a shiver roll down your spine as you near him. once by him, you’re unable to be stopped.

your lips drag up and down his neck, sloppy desperate teasing kisses pressed to his lips, you travel down his chest, fingers dragged against scarred abs and the curly hair of his happy trail. you kiss, lick, bite. doing everything in your personal library to get him to react.

even when you grind your palm to his crotch, even when you swallow his cock all the way to the base, he remains tense, but his voice is unaffected. hell, he doesn’t even let out a groan.

shouto doesn’t even look at you.

it makes you frustrated, makes you envious and boil with unattended to lust.

fuck me, your every action screams.

but shouto is an unmoving, unnoticing force.

his cock is hard in your mouth, but he’s yet to cum when he finally stands up. a wave of uncertainty rolls through you. what’s he going to do?

disappointment floods your body when shouto places the headset he was wearing on you. immediately the joyous laughter and chatter of your friends fill your ears, the conversation revolving about kaminari’s sexual experiences and how being a pro hero has not helped him bag anyone because no one wants him to short circuit and go stupid in bed.

you yelp when shouto yanks you up from the floor suddenly, and you splutter when shouto shoved you onto the empty space of the desk, your legs parted and breasts compressed against the surface.

“y/l/n? yo’ what’s up?!” kaminari is the first to sing out a greeting.

“are you gonna sub in for todoroki? I didn’t hear he was going to be leaving?” kirishima immediately replies, his own words overlapping with kaminari.

“oh my god, hi? s-sho, the mics still on!” you hiss, eyes blown wide as shouto’s large hands easily envelope your wrists, pinning them to the desk, keeping you from nudging the mic up.

“let’s see how good a little slut like you can keep them from noticing that you’re getting dicked down?” shouto murmurs in your ear, way too softly to be heard.

you’re about to protest, ready to tell him that this was a terrible, horrible idea, but with a small slap of his cock to the slit of your entrance, he slammed in completely.

your moan and whine is loud and immediate, and the discussion on the call silences immediately. you haven’t had to keep your noises of pleasure silenced in forever, hadvent had to hold back your appreciation for how shouto fucks you, and your inability to keep from moaning like a whore even with your teeth tearing into your bottom lip is noted.

you weren’t sure what to expect from the call, all you knew is that the whooping, cheering, and wolf whistles for shouto to keep fucking you grow louder. the dirty talks about how a slut like you can take it, asking you how good it feels to be fucked in a middle of their gaming sessions.... just... getting fucked by shouto while his friends listen in and degrade you while praising shouto as he stuffs you full of his cum.

[haikyuu-scenarios-drabbles]

you weren’t supposed to hear that (F! reader)

A collection of instances where your roommate hears you moaning their name whilst your fingers are between your legs. Or your neighbor. Or maybe you walk in on them saying your name. Take your pick 😈

warnings: NSFW, manga spoilers (in terms of what the boys do post timeskip) words: 9.7k (oops)

a/n: wow it’s been awhile since I wrote one of these!! This has been half finished for a while and i finally got the inspiration to complete it. please enjoy!! 💖

Other parts: Kuroo | Sakusa

Ushijima Wakatoshi 

Being Ushijima’s roommate is fairly simple. He’s easy to get along with once you get past his jarring frankness and strict regime. Seriously, the guy never changes his routine; working out at 6am, breakfast at 8, leaving for practice at 9, home at 5, dinner at 7, and in bed by 9 o’clock. He’s a machine, but you don’t mind his predictability. It certainly makes your life easier being able to plan around his tried-and-true schedule.

You saw his ad for a roommate a few months ago when you were desperate to get out of your parents’ house and into the world. They weren’t too keen on the idea of you living with a man, but upon meeting Ushijima, they changed their minds quickly. Neither of them able to believe that stoic Ushijima Wakatoshi would ever lay a hand on you. Plus, the deal was far too good to pass up, he is seriously underselling the room you’re currently renting; and there’s the bonus that he’s frequently absent at away games, leaving the entire apartment for you to enjoy alone.

You learned quickly to keep your mouth shut on who exactly your roommate is, never inviting anyone over anymore in fear of them finding out from the various volleyball paraphernalia Ushijima so sparsely decorates the apartment with. It became difficult for you to tell if people you just met actually liked you, or if they just wanted a glimpse of the infamous Ushijima Wakatoshi and maybe an autograph. And don’t even get you started on his fangirls that he’s so oblivious about.

To your surprise, he was indifferent about having a roommate of the opposite sex. You thought for sure he’d try to ‘keep your honor’ or some shit like that, but all he’d asked you was what your job was to make sure you can pay rent, if you were tidy, and if you didn’t mind being alone. He’d seemed satisfied with your answers, and you’d moved in the following week.

The first and only time Ushijima has someone over, you get home from work surprised to see an interesting looking character standing in the kitchen across from him. They both look up at you, Ushijima giving you a slight nod in greeting while a wide smile spreads across his friends’ face.

“Ushiwaka! You didn’t mention your roommate is that pretty!”

Ushijima blinks as if he’s never considered that about you before, while you chuckle. “Ushi…waka?” You don’t think you’ve ever heard anyone refer to him in such a casual manner before.

The red-head beams, slinging an arm around Ushijima that he surprisingly allows. “Yup, me and Wakatoshi have been friends since high school!”

Now it’s your turn to blink, never having expected Ushijima to have friends outside of volleyball. Especially not ones who call him by his first name. In fact, you don’t even know if he considers any of his teammate’s friends either. He doesn’t spend any time with them outside of volleyball (that you know of) and so far, this is the first person he’s brought to the apartment since you moved in.

“Well,” the visitor nudges Ushijima in the side, who’s expression hasn’t changed throughout this entire interaction. “Are you going to introduce me or what?”

Finally, Ushijima speaks, his deep voice rumbling through your chest as he says, “This is Tendo, we played volleyball together in high school.” He doesn’t show it, but he notices your piqued interest at that information.

“Oh?” You say, “Do you still play?”

Tendo waves his hand dismissively, “Nah, it wasn’t for me. And I’m nothing compared to golden boy over here.”

You try to hide your amusement. This is definitely not what you were expecting from one of Ushijima’s friends. Tendo is rather enjoyable and chatty, much unlike the stone of a man sitting beside him.

“Tendo is a chocolatier in Paris,” Ushijima supplies.

Now you can’t hide your surprise. “Wow! That’s really amazing. What are you doing in Japan then?”

“Just visiting,” he beams. “And of course, I had to see my best friend Wakatoshi-kun.”

“Are you going to his game tomorrow?” You ask, ignoring the way Ushijima’s attention focuses on you. He didn’t think you paid much attention to his volleyball schedule besides when he’s going to be away.

Tendo nods excitedly. “Wouldn’t miss it! You should come too!”

You open your mouth to give some excuse, but then close it again at Tendo’s expectant expression. You bite your lip nervously; in the time you’ve been living with Ushijima you’ve never once actually seen him play. There’s a part of you that avoids it, fearful you might become one of his dreaded fangirls. But you can’t refuse Tendo’s invitation, and to Ushijima’s surprise, you agree to attend.

Clapping his hands together Tendo says, “We get to sit in Ushiwaka’s special seats! Maybe I’ll bring some chocolates for us to snack on…” And when he sees your eyes light up at that, he smiles again, “Chocolate for the lady, done.”

You laugh, and then Tendo is seeing himself out, telling you he can’t wait to see you both tomorrow. And once he’s gone, you can’t help feeling like you don’t know what to with yourself now. Not with Ushijima’s stare boring into your back. After a minute he says, “You don’t have to come.”

And if this had been the first week you’d known him, you might’ve taken that a little personally. But knowing him, he thinks he’s just stating something. He doesn’t see how it can be interpreted as him not wanting you there. “No, it sounds fun! And Tendo seems nice.”

“Tendo is very kind,” he states, and you have to resist the urge to chuckle at him. Ushijima is not a man of words and if that had come out of anyone else’s mouth you would’ve thought they were little strange. But in the months of living with him, despite your limited interactions, you’ve gotten used to his mannerisms.

Looking away from him, you start retreating down the hallway to the safety of your room, but before you disappear you say one more thing. “Plus, I’ve never seen you play.” Then you’re gone, not to be seen for the rest of the night. You don’t see him watch you until you’re out of sight. If you had, you would’ve been shocked by his dumbfounded expression at how the small smile you gave him made his heart stutter for a moment.  

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[murmikaa]

suffocate

eren jaeger x reader

warnings: gn! female-bodied reader, vaginal sex, and biting

list to the mood music on: spotify or youtube

eren had you on top of the sink, the marble against your bare bottom was cool to the touch; your back was pressed up against the mirror. it was hot and humid from the bath you had shared. steam filled the room; the mirrors were all fogged up.

you’re unsure if it was the heat that was messing with your head or if it was eren that was making you feel like you couldn’t breathe, like there was no room to.

he had your legs spread open for him; your bare thighs touched the bones of his hips. his body was in front of you, so close to yours. you couldn’t keep your hands off of him; as much as you would try to resist him, you simply couldn’t.

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[murmikaa]

shush

eren jaeger x reader

masterlist

warnings: slight stepcest (tagged as a precaution, reader + eren simply live together while they’re in college bc their parents are dating), sex toys, implications of corruption, oral sex, vaginal fingering, and female-bodied reader

✿✿✿

it’s saturday night and you’re home alone.

or at least that’s what you think.

that thought doesn’t come to your mind as you’re relieving stress in your bed and so, you didn’t feel the need to lock your door before going about your night.

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[hxwks-gf]

» 𝖘𝖆𝖋𝖊

𝖑𝖊𝖛𝖎 𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 

𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎

𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚝 

𝚠/𝚌: 𝟸.𝟷𝚔

The heavy winter rains wrought havoc on the old wood of the scout’s barracks. The storm had caught the regiment by surprise, the darkened clouds arriving to drown the sky in grey not long after Hange’s squad had deployed to the field. Pretty soon the street’s gutters were awash in murky rainwater, washing the cobblestones clean for the first time that season. Every few minutes, the sky would be illuminated by lightning, and soon after the thunder would rattle the window panes. 

Levi sat at his desk, surrounded by paperwork; reports that needed signing, applications for new gear that needed his approval, the list went on and on. He reached over and picked up his teacup as another round of thunder shook the barracks. He had always hated thunderstorms. 

Truthfully, he was drowning himself in his work because he needed something to distract him from the growing worry that plagued the pit of his stomach. But after a while, even his tea began to leave a bitter taste in his mouth. Levi sighed heavily and pushed away from his desk, running his hands over his tired eyes. He didn’t understand why he couldn’t focus. His thoughts kept wandering to Hange’s squad, and how they had most likely been caught in the storm somewhere on the other side of the wall, somewhere he couldn’t reach them, somewhere he couldn’t protect them. 

Levi got up from his chair and moved to stand at the window. The glow from the candle on his desk illuminated the raindrops that raced themselves down the glass, and his own reflection beyond them. He looked like hell. 

He could just barely make out the black, looming structure in the distance that was Wall Rose. Somewhere out there, he knew you were stuck in this rain, probably cold and miserable. An unexpected pang of anguish hit him in his chest, and he could feel his fingernails digging into his palms. Why did you go on this mission? Why didn’t you ask him to come with you? 

Levi turned away from the window and went back to his desk, pushing his dark hair out of his eyes. Of course, he knew why you went. Hange had asked for your help specifically in testing some new technology for capturing Titans for research, and Levi knew you were more than up for the task. You had proved to be a valuable soldier; adept in the field as well as the classroom. You were smart. Tactical. Refined. Of course Hange would ask for your help, anyone would. 

But that didn’t stop him from worrying. 

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[vaguetone]

"twenty questions"

m. osamu ♡ 18+

explicit sexual content, cockwarming

"stop it."

"i'm not doing anything."

"yeah, well, your pussy is," he said through gritted teeth to keep from groaning, his hands squeezing your ass almost painfully. "stop clenching like that."

you could feel his dick twitch inside your cunt, biting your lip at the slight movement that sent tingles all over the rest of your body.

"not my fault you're taking too long to answer," you said, taking pity on him and trying to control your throbbing pussy, which was admittedly not that easy of a task when he was balls deep inside you.

"what was the question again?"

"miya," you whined, which was probably not a good idea because your pussy walls involuntarily clamped around him again, earning you a guttural groan from the man you had just met a few hours ago.

yes, this was the first time you met miya osamu, and after a surprisingly fun blind date at his restaurant a few hours prior, you managed to convince him to come over at your apartment where he eventually proposed the idea of playing twenty questions.

with a twist, he had said. and, boy, what an interesting twist it was.

"favorite sex position," you repeated, hands resting on his toned chest as you sat on his lap on the couch and warmed his fat cock, all the while waiting for just three more questions to pass so you could finally fuck yourself on his dick.

"cowgirl. that's the eighteenth question."

"i know," you slid your hands up from his chest to his shoulders, squeezing playfully as you felt more of your juices trickle down his balls. "hurry up and ask the next one."

"wildest sexcapade?"

you rattled your brain for the answer, trying hard to think of a sexual experience worthy enough to be deemed your wildest one, all the while struggling to keep still as osamu gave your ass a playful slap before moving his hands to grope your tits.

"fuck," you moaned, "this one, probably."

"really?" he looked genuinely surprised, his hands momentarily halting their ministrations on your stiff nipples.

"yeah, now, shut up," you mumbled breathlessly, desperately. "last question. what's your dirtiest fantasy?"

"good question, princess. really fitting for the last one—"

"miya," you spat him, clenching around him so hard, purposely this time, and you were pleased to see his earlier amused expression falter a bit at the sensation. "i swear, if you stall this one more time, i'll hop off your dick and take care of things myself."

his eyes darkened, and to your surprise, he got up the couch with his cock still inside you, hoisting you up into his arms and creating some much needed friction which led you both to groan.

"filthiest, huh?" he asked, dark gray eyes looking deep into your own as his voice took on an impossibly deeper tone. "you wanna know my dirtiest fantasy?"

he lifted you up until only the tip of his length was inside you and slammed you back down in one swift motion. you moaned wantonly, if not for the stimulation, then for the fact that he was strong enough to completely lift your body with ease. fuck, that was hot.

"how 'bout i just show you?"

[quirklessidiot]

Title: coward :: epilogue Pairing: Y/N x Miya Atsumu Genre: angst, romance, and very slow burn [ex to lovers au] Warnings: Cursing, alcohol, mentions of unprotected sex, unplanned pregnancy, heavy mentions of abortion, and brief mentions of trauma

notes:

we’ve finally reached it guys! the end :”> this story has been one of the things i’m very much proud of. From this chapter onwards, it’s all just fluff and well Atsumu and Y/N content. thank you for sticking around despite the slow burns and see you on the side stories and the drabbles. ill be accepting eight drabbles for this story and it’ll be open after all the side stories are complete, uwu.

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[sloppykyuu]

Kitten tree stuff continues

After seeing kitten in the park after months of disappearance Oikawa called Issei to let him know and hes so relieved to heat that shes okay and not hurt so he starts to wander around the park trying to find her but his kitten isnt anywhere to be found he cant see her and he wonders if she left completely but kitten is hiding on a tree waiting for him to leave and when he does she goes back to the birds trying to catch dinner but Issei comes back everyday and after a while kitten started to care less and let her guard down so while shes sitting with her legs at her chest behind big bushes trying to get rid of the fish scales on her breakfast Issei finds her cos the angry mumbling gave her away and when he comes up to her she gets scared and threw the fish at him and jumps up the tree while hes looking at the small dead fish who doesnt look good at all and he looks up at her telling her to come home and he has high hopes but they all shatter when hes met with a firm no from her so he sits down looking up at her waiting for her to come back but she refuses and its already night time and shes not planning on coming down and Issei feels it and he doesn't like it he is begging her to come home he'll do whatever she wants and he regrets saying it the second her ears perk up and her eyes shine so she comes home and tells him he'll sleep on the couch forever and leaves him alone to fo to the bedroom and he watches her as she throws his pillow and blanket in the hallway and locks the door so he sleeps on the couch but at least shes back but she barely comes out only when hes gone and when he comes home she goes back to her room so on his day off he sits on the couch and his kitten is getting impatient waiting for him to leave but she doesn't hear the door so she goes out and sees him on the couch waiting for her he pats the seat next to him and when she sits he tells her how much he regrets hurting her and that he cant beat it anymore and his kitten pours out about how hurt she is and what she saw and what she felt and she doesnt know what to do cos how is it gonna go back to normal what if he gets angry again and he makes her sit on his lap presses her head on his chest where his heart is and tells her to sleep a bit and that things will be better once she wakes up (◍•ᴗ•)

There’s hope thrumming in his heart when Oikawa calls him, claiming he’s just seen you, talked to you. He says you look okay for the most part, you look skinnier and dirtier. He doesn’t wait long after the call before running out the door and heading to the park.

He doesn’t see you that day, maybe you just weren’t here today. He doesn’t let hope dwindle. He’s going to find you.

Everyday for a week, he spends hours in the park, waiting for a sign that you’re still here, that he can still bring you home. But hope is running thin, there’s no you anywhere.

Until one day, he passes by a bush and hears mumbling. So familiar. He rounds the bush to find you peeling the scales off a particularly stubborn fish, angrily murmuring.

“Kitten,” his voice is quiet because he can’t believe you’re here. He’s finally found you, after months of laying his bed alone just waiting, praying for you to return to him, berating himself for the way he treated you. He watches you pause, turning to him with wide eyes, he thinks you’re going to run into his arms when you stand up, but... you’re backing away from him.

Every step he makes closer to you, you take one away from him. “Kitten, please.” He’s desperate. You run off to a nearby tree and run up it, claws digging into the thickest branch as you hide behind it.

“Please come home. I need you.” Hope refills his chest when your head pops out from behind the branch. He can’t figure out the emotion behind them as you shake your head, “no.”

He could throw up. His stomach twists unpleasantly just like the night you left. His breath is becoming labored and tears poke at his eyes.

“Please kitten, I’m so sorry for yelling at you. I’ll do anything for you to come home please baby, I can’t live without you.” You pop your head out again, eye brows furrowed before deciding to climb down.

He moves to wrap you in his arms but you push him by the chest away from you. “I’ll come home but you’re never allowed to sleep in the bed again.” He doesn’t want to sleep on the couch, but if it brings you home he can’t do anything else but nod.

That night you take a shower and eat the meal he made you before stalking off to the bedroom and walking back out with pillows from his side of the bed and a throw blanket, tossing them onto the ground next to the couch. “Goodnight, kitten.” You don’t respond.

For the next few days the cycle repeats; he wakes up on the couch, makes breakfast for the both of, heads off to work, comes home, showers, makes dinner and sleeps on the couch. He doesn’t see you at breakfast or at dinner. But both meals are eaten by the time he gets home.

It’s not what he wants, but at least you’re home and safe.

You don’t hear the door shut like you usually do this morning. You can hear him shuffle around in the kitchen. When is he going to leave? You’re getting impatient and your stomach is growling. When the noise subsides and the house sounds empty, you walk out only to find issei on the couch as if he was waiting for you.

“Come here,” he pats the cushion next to him, slightly wincing with how far you sit from him. “I can’t even begin to explain how sorry I am, kitten. All those days you were gone hurt so bad. I really didn’t think I’d ever be happy again. I know i hurt you, and I’m so sorry. I’ve never regretting anything more in my life. I just need you back, I can’t bear doing this without you.”

He can’t tell if the look on your face is indifferent, but you open your mouth and fears the words about to come out.

“You really, really hurt me. I didn’t mean to hurt her that, she kept pushing me and then you yelled at me. You’ve never done that.” You pause and look away from him. “I came back later that night and no one seemed to care that I was gone.”

You sound so small, it breaks his heart the way you quickly wipe the tears that fall from your eyes. “Baby..” he grips your hand. Heart softening when you don’t pull away. He doesn’t explain himself further, there’s no words that could fix the scars he left on you that night; instead he pulls you into his chest, cradling your head against his chest.

“Things are going to get better, my love. I promise you, I’ll never make that mistake again. I can’t lose you.” He kisses your head and strokes your hair, there’s a heaviness in your eyelids as he pets you. “Go to sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Ever so softly, he can hear a gentle purr rumble against his chest as you drift off.

[saetyrn9]

this is how izuku cups your face when you’re too distracted by his cock tickling your cervix to answer the question he just asked you ♥︎

uwu sems pls i had so much fun with this. i hope you like it toooo <3

warnings: pro!hero izuku just dickin the reader down like they deserve. reader has a vagina and it is referred to, but no specific pronouns/gendered language is used (pls tell me if i’m wrong tho, i could have missed something) <3

"You gonna answer me, sweetheart?"

You whine when a big, warm hand wedges itself under your cheek, lifting your head from the sheets. You twist your upper body at Izuku's insistence, gasping when his freckled nose nudges your other cheek, his mouth parted to pant softly against your jaw.

“I-I don’t--” Izuku chooses that moment to rock his hips again. His fat cock drags out of your pussy with a lewd, wet sound before pushing back inside you just as loud. It rattles you from the inside out, choking on your words and your cheek leaning heavy into his scarred palm.

He groans from his place against your back. His big chest damp against your shoulders, his hips grinding against the plush softness of your ass and thighs. He has you pinned almost entirely to the bed, your knees long having given out and only offering a poor emulation of how you’d started this whole affair--giggling and teasing and shared smiles, your ass up and swaying confidently while Izuku had groped across the fat of your hips with eager appreciation.

And now you’re too fucked out to even hold yourself up, too well fucked to process whatever it is he repeats in your ear with soft, crooning syllables against your slack cheek. His cock has battered and beaten whatever nerves in your pussy are connected to your brain, turning every part of you to mush except the parts that are important right now--the ones that will make you cum.

His balls tap heavy against your clit, and you gasp, hips jolting back, lightning like pleasure arcing from that second of contact up your back. Izuku groans at the clench in brings around his cock, and he pauses inside you, resting his hips down against the cushion of your ass, shushing you gently at your anxious whine.

His other hand squeezes your wrist out in front of you, almost engulfing your whole hand and then some, pinning it to the mattress where you were already clinging to the popped off fitted sheet, ripped off the corner amongst the haze of fucking and pulling and thrusting and crying.

“Answer my question, baby,” he pleads, sounds just as desperate as you feel, his thumb pressing into your cheek, pushing your face back around towards him.

But it’s a ruse--Izuku is in total control, always is. As much as he gets caught up in the pleasure with you, let’s himself go enough to relax and fuck you both stupid, he’s got some sort of switch in him that will bring him right back around to full cognizance and wherewithal.

It’s the experienced hero in him, with the strength and endurance that comes from his quirk alongside it to be on alert when he needs to be, and that includes even moments of hormone-drunk intimacy just like this.

You aren’t so lucky to have his kind of mental constitution, and you can only whimper with needy dissatisfaction. “I--I don’t know what you a-asked, ‘Zuku,” you trill, fluttering your eyes open to meet heavy-lidded emerald.

"No?" You whine with the teasing edge to his low, rumbling purr, stretching your arms out in front of you to grasp the sheets ahead of you, brow furrowing and eyes falling shut again.

"M-Maybe it's not fair to ask you questions when I have you like this," he breathes against your cheek. "Hm?"

All you can do is give him a thoughtless and soft sound in reply, a stupidly mirrored hm back, vibrating around the fingers that slipped between your parted, panting lips all the way to his discolored knuckles, scarred digits you immediately suck upon with greed.

Izuku laughs, half as fucked out as you and amazed by just how sweet and pliant you are for him, how lost and trusting. He watches, mesmerized and awed as he pulls his fingers slowly from your parting mouth, your tongue caught beneath them and your spit dripping down over your chin. He slinks his hand away from your face, and your upper body sags without the support.

Izuku croons, rolling his hips, grinding deep up in you, dragging his nose across your cheek as you flatten entirely beneath him, crowded down into the bed with his big body glued to your back, relishing the sweat and heat and effort between you. As welcoming and languid as your body is, your pussy flutters dangerously on his cock, and it’s all you care about. The spread and the dig and the grind, the way he kisses across your shoulders with smiling lips and pushes a strong arm beneath your hips, forcing you to arch, to rub the fingers you sucked in messy circles over your clit.

Your cries are muffled against the warm sheets, your fingers twisting and tugging at them as Izuku works your clit back and forth, uses his fingers to split your folds more so than his cock already does, so his renewed pace lets his balls smack directly against those lightning-like nerves, quickly sending you over the edge and into a tumultuous, quaking, shivering orgasm.

Izuku rumbles a groan into your hair, vibrating through his broad chest at your shoulders, strong hips unrelenting as he fucks you with firm, easy thrusts into the creaking bed.

“Maybe I don’t need to ask if it feels good,” he hums, sinfully cracked and lilting in honeyed condescension, teeth catching against your jaw, a dark, seductive, almost drunk laugh escaping him when your voice twists up an octave while he fucks you through your gushing orgasm.

He hides his pleased hiss behind a deceptively saccharine whisper against your cheek. “Maybe I already know.”

[rulerofstars]

i (still) want you around

he’s an old flame.

pairing: levi ackerman x reader

genre: modern au. angst if you squint. smut

warnings: NSFW. explicit smut. drinking.

word count: 4094 words

“Where are you going? One more shot!” Hanji exclaimed, trying to pull your arm towards them but you immediately yank it off, successfully escaping from the terrace full of people you just met.

With a hazy vision and a dizzy mind, your feet surprisingly didn’t give up on you as they found their way onto the restroom. The faint sound of the music from outside reverbed within the four corners of the bathroom. You reeked of alcohol, heaven knows how long you have been drinking with your friends, and heaven knows how much you are swearing to God right now that you’ll never drink again.

The things we say when we’re drunk.

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[bokugaos]

well-fed.

msby main 5 x reader pwp! ♡

tw — gangbang, belly bulge, cum inflation, multiple cum loads, creampie, excessive semen, squirting, oral (m. receiving)

“c'mon, one more,” bokuto coaxes. you’re seated on his lap, and his cock is buried deep. his grip on you is firm and strong, making sure you can’t escape even if he wanted to.

“i can’t,” you whine, arching. he vibrates with excitement at that, seeing your how your stomach bulge out into a prominent, round belly. they have been at it for a few hours now, fucking you and feeding you, filling you from both ends. hinata goes to his knees at the sight, nuzzling the distended stomach, soft tongue licking over your stretched skin.

following your protest, you keep your mouth shut as atsumu presses his cock to your lips. drool and pre-cum smudged around your lips, and he leans in to lick it off, then shoves his tongue into your mouth. bokuto moans beneath you, too blissed in the way your warm, velvety walls are clamping around him, milking him so tightly. 

“good girl,” atsumu praises, pressing kisses to your forehead.

“no more,” you whimper weakly, though the gushing from your cunt betrays so. hinata begins trailing his mouth down, lapping up your slick that has slowed down to dribbles.

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[spikesbimbo]

 Kingky

Pairing: Prince!Atsumu x f!reader

Summary: getting royal dick on valentine’s day < 3

cw:  body worship, dacryphilia, marking, breeding , praise (receiving and giving), sir/king kink, defaming royalty??(idfk what to call it) treason, possessiveness, borderline yandere, hurt/comfort, body worship, rough sex to soft sex, mind games, sacrilege, slight cnc (barley), former virgin reader, corruption kink, false sympathy, sweetheart to meanie >: ( , idk if this is slow burn

wc: 7.8k

a/n:  for the jj plays cupid event!!!!! Thanks to @alto-march-of-death and @kmorgzz for helping build this story and giving me the title.

Happy valentines day, 

            love valentine < 3

- 18+ Minors DNI

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[eremiie]

karma;

❥ 16k words | nsfw | eren x fem!reader

❥ content - eren eats reader out,, eren also fucks reader ;)

❥ you don’t care much for eren’s fuckboy habits until he fucks over your friend, and you’re left to deal with the consequences. and eren’s left to deal with a revelation neither of you saw coming

this is based off the song karma by summer walker, so feel free to take a listen!

“i just don’t get it— like how foul could you be? if he didn’t like me that’s all he had to say, not play me like i’m some dummy,”

“historia,” you stopped her ramble with a sigh, lifting your hand up as a gesture to say ‘stop’.

“i told you, you should’ve just got with me.” ymir snorted, throwing her hand around historia’s shoulder, the blonde pouting, her eyebrows furrowing.

you place a hand on historia’s lower back and gave her a condescending look. “i told you that you shouldn’t mess with him, i wasn’t trying to be dramatic or anything when i said that— i know eren… i gave you a heads up and you ignored it.”

historia rolled her eyes and shrugged her shoulders. “i didn’t ignore it, i just… thought it’d be different.”

you scrunched your face up and pinched the bridge of your nose. “why exactly did you think it would be different?”

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[blurry-low]

Pro!Shinsou Sketches

[krappykawa]

ಌ i mildly like you more than like (p.1)

— in which an incessant fan girl, a kiss, and a little bit of denial makes oikawa tooru realize he might mildly like you more than like

description. you’ve been in love with oikawa tooru for longer than you can remember. having known him for the better part of nearly 11 years, you’ve come to accept that you’ll never be more than a best friend to him. but with the help of a few irritatingly persistent fangirls and a kiss that was only meant to drive them away, a tale of unrequited love might just prove to be something more. 

warnings. language

word count. 4.2k

oikawa tooru x f!reader, childhood best friends to lovers, fluff, some angst

parts. 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

author’s note. i started writing this a few weeks ago and it was originally just going to be a one-shot but it got almost up to 10k words so i just decided to split it up HHSKFJ

Oikawa Tooru has perhaps one of the strongest drives when it comes to hard work. 

His tenacity is a thing of nature, something that awes you time and time again, no matter how many times you’ve seen him pick himself up before. It might be one of the reasons you fell in love with him in the first place. 

But despite how in-tune he is with his senses on a mental standpoint, his Achilles’ heel lies with his inability to pick up on the signs his body gives him when it’s had enough. Well, he can, but he just chooses not to listen. 

His first encounter with a crack in that heel came in his first-year, where you had to stand on the sidelines and watch as he fell to the ground during a game with a resounded sweep of gasps around the gym. That injury benched him for more than half the season. 

It was from that point on that you and Iwaizumi decided that if Oikawa wasn’t going to take care of his own body, then it would be up to you two to make sure his head is still above water. 

So it doesn’t surprise you when your phone flashes with a text message from Iwaizumi during one of your shifts at the bakery. 

1 new message: iwa (´,,•ω•,,)♡

Received: can you come pick up shittykawa

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[ahtsumu]

long shots ; miya osamu

pairing: miya osamu x f!reader

synopsis: miya osamu is the teacher’s assistant for food chemistry i. you can’t stop thinking about him.

tag(s): college!au, slow burn, TA!miya osamu, grad student!reader, fluff, reader is a go-getter!! ; warning(s): profanity, suggestive themes, talk of insecurities and imposter syndrome ; wc: 5.6k

a/n: happy birthday to @starrysamu​! i love u. pls excuse any errors. i’ll weed them out later! btw this fic is not a sugar daddy au LOL

HIS NAME IS Miya Osamu and he always looks like he has it all figured out. Comes in every class with his black hair perfectly tousled, the sleeves of his dark button-up rolled to his elbows, a cup of coffee in one hand and the strap of that black messenger bag in another.

“He drives a BMW, did ya know?” Isla says in your ear one morning. Your only friend in Food Chemistry I gives you a pointed look before sitting back in her chair in the lecture hall with a smirk on her face. “Saw it this morning. Bet he’s loaded.” The two of you watch the subject in question walk across the classroom and settle in his seat at the table in the corner.

“Shut up,” you whisper with wide eyes. A grin–– far from innocent–– makes its way onto your face. “Imagine being Miya Osamu’s sugar baby.”

“He’s not old enough to be a sugar daddy.” Isla looks at her nails disinterestedly. “And that’s too many AUs in one. He’s already the TA, for god’s sake. This isn’t some shitty Wattpad novel.”

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