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˗ˏˋ rielle ! she/her ! 24 ´ˎ˗

‪❤︎ first floor: about me

❤︎‪ second floor: byf / rules

❤︎ third floor: masterlist (coming soon!)

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i know u have more thoughts ab izuku & skin care...

here's a little something....

₊˚⊹ ᰔ fix your face! (izuku midoriya) - suggestive

description: doing your skin care routine with your boyfriend, izuku

wc: 605

tags: literally just fluff, suggestive towards the end but nothing crazy

you watch as izuku's nose scrunches up after smelling the face mask you were putting on him. you were perched on top of the bathroom counter, and he was standing in between your legs. his eyebrows were tightly knit together, and it was impossible to get anything done.

"fix your face, izu." you pout. "you promised you'd join me next time you had a free day." you think back to last week when he came home exhausted. you told him about all your self care items and the little routine you do to wind down on particularly hard days. he laid in the bed next to you — eyes closed and trying to let the weight of the day off his shoulders — but still absorbing every word you said. then he interlocked your pinkies, swearing that on his next off day you guys would get to relax and pamper each other. and that day is today.

he relaxes his expression. "sorry honey. but when you said you were doing skin care, i didn't think you'd be spreading gunk across my face. how will this relax me?" he asks as you carefully avoid getting the product in his eyes and mouth.

"your skin is gonna be soft and glowing. it smells like green tea!"

"it smells like green shit."

you flick his forehead. "i could say the same about you." you tease him, pulling on the strands of his hair that fell from the fuzzy headband you forced on him. he lets out a deep laugh and squeezes your hips.

"that's no way to talk to the number four hero," he responds.

you keep the joke going. "more like number two hero. now set the timer. we can rinse these masks off in 15 minutes."

he lets out a dramatic sigh. "thank god. what's next?" he asks, watching you dig through your makeup bag.

"well," you started. "i was thinking i could shape up your eyebrows." you say distractedly, still looking for the tweezers in your bag. after dumping the bag out on the counter, you finally find them, and excitedly show them to your boyfriend. he looks skeptical but he gives you to go-ahead. he's so distracted by how cute he thinks you look, concentrating with your tongue slightly poked out, that he forgot to brace himself for the first pluck of the tweezers.

he jumps back. "fuck, babe! you should've warned me."

you roll your eyes at his dramatics. "are you saying one of japan's greatest heroes can easily be taken down by a pair of hello kitty tweezers?"

"no. i'm just saying there has to be an easier way to do this. and i actually like my eyebrows as is."

"it's either this or the wax strips. and i can't lay a wax strip on top of the face mask silly. but you'd probably hate that too." you keep working, ignoring how his gasps and whimpers with every pluck send butterflies straight to your tummy. however, izuku knows you too well, and once he got used to the pain, he was watching the way your thighs were clenching together, and how your hands began to shake.

he smirks. "you good?" he teases, knowing full well what was going on.

"i'm perfectly fine. hold still," you huff.

he removes your hands from his face and grabs your wrists. your breath hitches and your eyes knowingly bore into his dark green ones.

you swallow nervously. "the, um, timer. it still has 8 minutes."

he grabs his phone. "we'll wash this shit off early. i can think of a much better way to practice some self care."

specially made for @flwrbo, happy birthday bestie <3 i hope u enjoy

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this song is very bruce wayne coded

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catching up with invincible and i’m getting back on my mark grayson bs….

[l13]

cw: nsfw! 18+ mdni, f!reader

BEST FRIEND'S DAD!CLARK KENT who has to subtly give you a once over when Jon introduces you as his best friend from uni. Has to try not to smile as you stare at him dreamily. Who feels strangely satisfied when you manage to say “Pleasure to meet you, sir.” Bf's dad, Clark, who tilts his head to the side just the slightest bit, and offers you his hand as if you weren't eye fucking him just now, “Pleasure's all mine, sweetheart.”

Bf’s dad, Clark, who always greets you with a big smile when you come over.

Bf’s dad Clark, who holds the car door open for you when he drops you off at your house late at night.

Bf’s dad, Clark, who’s so easy to talk to. Who listens carefully whenever you speak, always holding eye-contact. Who despite his size, is an absolute sweetheart. All wide eyes and dimples.

Bf’s dad, Clark, who the waiter mistakes for your boyfriend when taking your order, Jon conveniently timed to have been in the bathroom. Clark’s eyes widen comically, ears and cheekbones turning a lovely shade of red, as he waves his hands lowly, “Oh we’re not-” “So what’ll you have, honey?” your voice cuts him off, eyes still on the menu as you flip through it. When Clark doesn’t answer, you look up at him, raising your eyebrows and biting back a smile. 

You were enjoying this, he realized.

Bf’s dad, Clark, who can’t look at you in the eyes ever since. Who fidgets when you enter the room, making up any excuse to leave just to avoid thinking about you in that way. Because he does think about you. A lot. How couldn’t he? With your glitter covered eyes, lip gloss stained lips, and short skirts? He was a goner. He’d rather kick a wall than have to watch you reapply your lip gloss for the nth time. 

Bf’s dad Clark who has to pause his reading, glasses hanging from the bridge of his nose when you come over all giddy after a nail appointment, nails painted milky white, bows and other trinkets decorating them. Who has to hum and nod when you show them to him, acting as if he isn’t imagining your pretty hands around his cock. “Mm. Very pretty,” 

Bf’s dad, Clark, who has to watch you put cream on your legs while you’re all watching a movie. As if it's very common to do so in front of your best friend's dad. He thinks it shouldn’t be as erotic as it looked. Clark tries hard to keep his eyes glued on the tv and not stare at the way you sensually rub your hands up and down your thighs and calves.

Bf’s dad Clark who stiffens up, when Jon claims that “your legs are so sticky after though,” because how would his son know that?

Bf's dad Clark, who tosses and turns all night, trying to think back to all your past encounters, trying to pierce together how he missed the fact that you and Jon were dating. Because if you were, he was downright fucked.

Bf's dad Clark, who slowly starts getting mad at his son for not making it more obvious. For not kissing you whenever he saw you, not offering to drive you home, not treating you right. Clark who groans lowly and runs a hand down his face when he realizes that he's jealous of his own son.

Bf’s dad Clark who corners Jon the next morning, asking him all sorts of questions. “We’re obviously dating dad, I thought you knew..?”

Bf's dad, Clark who turns rigid, raising his voice at Jon for the first time in his life, still trying to be quiet for your sake, as you’re still sleeping upstairs. Whose fury isn't pointed to the fact that you and his son were dating, but more so to the fact that Jon didn’t pamper you enough. Didn’t give you any extra attention, didn’t spoil you like you deserved. And poor Jon has to hear his dad tell him to “Be a good boyfriend, I taught you better than that.”

Bf’s dad Clark, who gives his son a pointed look  when you finally come down to eat, yawning as you grab some cereal. Who has to watch his son turn and give you a quick peck on the lips, and then continue eating as if nothing happened. Has to watch you blink twice in surprise before shrugging and going back to your own food. 

Bf’s dad Clark who regrets telling his son to be more physical with you because he almost breaks a glass in his hands when he sees his son hugging you from behind one evening.

Bf's dad Clark, who clenches his jaw when you announce that you're going to leave and Jon jumps up to escort you, and walk you home. Clark who so badly wants to insist that he can take you home. That it's too cold out to walk, that a drive would be better. Clark who keeps his mouth shut instead.

Bf’s dad Clark who wants to curse Jon for inviting you over to their summer house. Clark who has to watch you walk around with your tiny bikini, skin still glistening when you get out of the pool. Clark who clenches his jaw tight and looks the other way when you offer to help Jon put some sunscreen on. 

Bf’s dad Clark who finds you in the kitchen that same night, swallowing hard as he watches you take a bite of a strawberry you were holding, claiming you were craving something sweet. 

Bf’s dad Clark who fucks you right against the counter you were leaning against, who has to hold his hand over your mouth as he circles his hips against you, his cock snug inside your tight cunt. Clark who melts when you give him an open-mouthed kiss, begging him to take you to bed. To his bed.

Bf’s dad Clark who can’t find himself worrying about the creaking of his bed when you’re riding him so well. Clark who hisses, and whose eyes roll back when you graze your nails against his pecs. Who has to fight the urge to bend you over and fuck you till you’re crying, has to remind himself that you’d definitely wouldn't be quiet then, when you’re barely keeping it together now. Clark who pulls you skin tight against him, who loves to feel your moans and whimpers against his lips.

Bf’s dad Clark, who wakes up the next day with you in his arms, swears he’d never slept so soundly in his life. Bf’s dad Clark who presses kisses all over your face, who later fucks you in the shower, and despite not wanting to ruin the moment, has to say something,

“Fuck, we can’t do this again. You’re dating my son, for God’s sake-”

“Clark. Jon is gay.”

oh.

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₊˚⊹ ᰔ tell me (jason todd) - nsfw [18+]

description: basically a part 2-ish to this fic about jason’s love language

wc: 346

tags: fem!reader, p in v sex, oral sex, praise kink, nicknames (princess, baby girl), he’s a bit condescending but it’s not like… full on degradation, a little bit of fluff at the end

jason todd, whose love language was words of affirmation. and he craved it all the time, especially when he had you folded in half, mouth attached to your dripping core.

jason, who sucked your clit harder and lapped at your folds faster every time you whimpered out a “feels so good, jay”. he loved knowing that it was him who was making you feel this way.

jason, who had you face down ass up, one hand on your hip and the other pressing your head down into the pillow. he knew that even if he asked you what you wanted, you were in such a daze all you could do was say “please” over and over. and that alone was all the motivation he needed to buck his hips faster and faster, just how you liked.

jason, who sometimes stilled his movements just to tease you. “c’mon princess. tell me what you need. use your words.” he’d say, cock buried inside you, unmoving. when all you could do was whimper, he’d just tease you. “so fucked out you can’t even think, huh baby girl? i’ll keep going when you open that mouth of yours.”

jason, who always wanted you to cum before he did. hearing you mutter how great he made you feel and how you didn’t want him to stop was enough to push him over the edge.

jason, who went above and beyond to take care of you after you both come down from your highs. he’d kiss your forehead and tell you how great you were and you’d say the same. he drew a warm bath, grabbed you some water, and lit your favorite candle. he’d always hesitate before getting in with you, wanting some reassurance that it was okay for him to join just in case you wanted alone time. he’d slip in behind you, your back resting on his chest. you turn to peck his cheek with a simple and soft, “thank you.”

jason, who always ended up blushing and shy at your tenderness, despite his confident behavior only minutes before.

[fushiguava]

۶ৎ brat tamer satoru who literally can’t tame you

satoru gojo thinks he’s got you figured out.

he’s the strongest, after all. the one who walks into any room like he owns it, blindfold on, smirk sharp enough to cut glass, voice dripping with that lazy confidence that makes most people fold instantly. he’s tamed curses, tamed higher-ups, tamed entire battlefields with a flick of his wrist.

but you?

you’re his personal little nightmare.

the first time you brat out in front of him—full lip pout, arms crossed, “make me” dripping from your tongue like honey—he laughs. low, amused, like you just told the funniest joke. he steps closer, towers over you, long fingers tipping your chin up so you’re forced to look at those electric blue eyes (blindfold pushed up for the occasion, because he wants you to see exactly how fucked you are).

“cute,” he murmurs, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “real cute. but you’re gonna regret that in about… ten seconds.”

except ten seconds pass.

then twenty.

then he’s got you bent over the kitchen counter, skirt flipped up, panties yanked to your knees, and his hand comes down hard—once, twice, sharp cracks that make you yelp and arch.

and you still look back at him over your shoulder with that defiant little glint in your eye.

“that all you got, ‘toru?”

his cock twitches against the zipper of his pants so hard it hurts.

he spanks you again—harder this time, until your ass blooms red and you’re dripping down your thighs—but every time he pauses to check, to growl “you gonna behave now, baby?”, you just wiggle your hips and breathe out a breathy, “nope.”

he tries restraints next.

silk ties around your wrists, looped to the headboard. he’s between your thighs, tongue flicking lazy circles over your clit, two long fingers curling inside you, hitting that spot that makes your toes curl and your back bow.

“say you’re sorry,” he orders, voice rough, lips shiny with you. “say you’ll be good and i’ll let you come.”

you moan, hips grinding shamelessly against his face, then manage to gasp out, “sorry for… what? being better at this than you?”

he growls—actually growls—burying his face deeper, sucking hard enough to make stars burst behind your eyes. you come so hard your vision whites out, thighs clamping around his head, but the second he pulls back, panting, thinking he’s finally won—

you lick your lips, look him dead in the eye, and whisper, “still not sorry.”

satoru’s composure cracks.

he flips you onto your stomach, yanks your hips up, sinks into you in one brutal thrust that punches the air from your lungs. he fucks you like he’s trying to prove something—deep, punishing strokes, one hand fisted in your hair, the other bruising your hip.

“you’re gonna learn,” he pants against your ear, voice wrecked. “gonna fuck the brat right out of you until all you can say is please and thank you and satoru—”

you clench around him on purpose, tight and mean, and moan, “you can do better than that, baby. i can take it.”

he loses it.

completely.

the headboard slams against the wall, bed creaking like it might collapse. he’s chanting your name like a curse, hips snapping so hard the sound of skin on skin fills the room. you’re babbling now—half curses, half pleas—but still, even when you’re shaking and coming again around his cock, you manage to gasp out,

“still… not… enough.”

satoru cums with a broken groan, spilling deep inside you, body shuddering like he’s the one who just got wrecked.

he collapses half on top of you, both of you sweaty, panting, hearts hammering in sync.

after a long minute, he lifts his head, hair a disaster, cheeks flushed, looking at you with something dangerously close to awe.

“…you’re impossible,” he mutters, but there’s a grin tugging at his mouth.

you turn your face just enough to kiss the corner of his jaw, soft and sweet like you didn’t just ruin him.

“and you love it.”

he exhales a laugh—breathless, defeated, fond.

“yeah,” he admits, pressing a kiss to your temple. “fuck. i really do.”

he doesn’t say he’s given up.

but the way he pulls you closer, arms wrapping around you like he never wants to let go, says enough.

you’re still untamed.

and he’s never been happier to keep trying.

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thinking about the concept of being at a party and throwing it back on nerdy gojo satoru…. him not knowing what to do with his hands and being all awkward and trying to be polite as you dance on him so you have to tell him what to do

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₊˚⊹ ᰔ jason todd + his love language

description: jason’s been through a lot. how does that translate into his relationships?

wc: 658

tags: mentions of death, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort? idk kinda a little in between!

the thing about jason todd is that i think he really craves validation and approval. which is why his love language is words of affirmation.

he grew up in crime alley – an orphan. his father left because he chose a life of crime, and his mother was a drug addict. because of this, he has a desire to wanna make the people in his life stay. even if it comes off the wrong way. even if he’s too aggressive, or too passive, or too stoic, it’s all coming from a place of not wanting to lose anyone else and wanting to be perceived in a certain light. especially after the two people who were meant to love and protect him first ended up choosing other people and things over him.

enter bruce, who takes him in no questions asked. and jason is new to this. a huge mansion, everything he could ever dream of, including a butler? he doesn’t know what to do and he’s afraid to fuck it all up. once he gets into the robin role, he’s loving it. following bruce’s rules (sometimes) to keep him proud. to keep living in the stability he’s always so desperately craved. to keep bruce from ever throwing him back out on the streets. but it was still rare for him to hear the words “i love you” or “i’m proud of you” or “i’m here for you”. even the batman himself was still putting walls up when the masks were down.

that’s why the joker thing fucks with him so bad. bruce didn’t save him in time, and even after the fact, he didn’t even try to kill the guy who killed him. his adoptive son. so when jason comes back and takes on the red hood mantle it’s not just out of spite; he wants to prove to bruce that he can be something. someone. he wants to use his own methods to find the joker and to clean up gotham. so he can show bruce and then he’ll beam and say “good job!” as if jason just brought home a drawing for him to hang on the fridge. it’s all just another reminder that jason was once again – not chosen. by another parental figure.

then, enter you. the last time he’d been this scared to lose someone was when he stepped foot in wayne manor. he knew he didn’t deserve you. you two lived completely opposite lives. where he was impulsive, you were thoughtful. where he was rough and hardened, you were tender and soft. where he was quick to anger, you were patient and doting.

so he doesn’t know how to react when you give him everything he’s ever wanted. it’s like his whole body shuts down and lights up at the same time. the first time you said “i love you”, he froze. you tell him “this breakfast is amazing!” and he makes it time and time again to keep you happy. you say you love his reading voice, and he makes it a point to try and read to you every night, even if he needs to go out on patrol.

everything he does, he does it for you. but, it’s also kinda for him. to keep hearing the sweet nothings and reassurances he knows are coming his way soon after. they keep him grounded, and keep him wanting to do more and more. he knows this time it’s forever, he knows this time there couldn’t possibly be anything he could do to make you leave like everyone else. but there’s always a little voice in the back of his head telling him your words of affirmation could quickly become words of distaste.

so, a lot of people think jason todd doesn’t care at all about the people around him or what they have to say. but his problem is that he definitely does care. in fact sometimes, he cares a little too much.

kinda babbled on and on but i really do love him sm…

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time to kickstart this blog back up i think…

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dream-maker, heartbreaker - [eren yeager]

tags: fluff, eren drives a motorcycle, everyone should listen to moon river (frank ocean’s version), written for @flwrbo (she helped write some of it too!!)

You sit behind Eren on his motorcycle with your helmet on, nervously fidgeting as you wait for him to speed off. 

"Will you quit squirming," He says, finally revving up the engine. "If we crash, it'll be all your fault."

"I'm sorry," you pout. "I just never get used to this."

Eren lifts his arms up slightly, your cue that he's ready for you to put your arms around him so you guys can go. You wrap around him tightly, squeezing your eyes shut as you guys take off. You can feel his muscles flexing as he tightens his grip on the handlebars.

The wind zips around you wildly, hair flying loosely under the helmet Eren buckled on for you. You can't stop the small excited squeal that leaves your chest when Eren makes a sharp turn.

Eren feels your giggles against his back and can't help the playful smirk that tugs on his lips. He's a bit chilly around his neck where his hair is tied in a bun, and he swears you could be a mindreader when you lean in to press a kiss there.

A blush takes over his neck and chest, replacing the chill with a burning blush. He slows down at a red light and turns over a bit. "Havin’ fun back there?”

"I'd have more fun if we slowed down!” you yell from the back. That makes Eren laugh, and he speeds up just to get a reaction out of you, loving the way you squealed and giggled. He loved how safe and comfortable you felt with him, even when he was goofing off on his motorcycle like this. It gave him a sense of superiority.

"'Ren, look!" you point to a little flower patch off to the side of the road. Eren glances off to the side and pulls his motorcycle over that way. He parks in front of it and takes off his helmet, but not before helping you unclip your helmet and step down first.

He walks over and not-so-gently rips a handful out of the ground. He bows to you, presenting the bouquet as if you’re a princess. "For you, M'lady."

You giggle at the juxtaposition of your boyfriend’s outfit and the flowers he’s holding— the dark, heavy leather jacket and boots look silly against the bright petals.

"Thank you, kind sir." you curtsy and take them.

Eren slips another flower behind your ear, then takes out his phone. "Shall we dance?" he asks, queuing up Moon River, you guys’ favorite song. He takes your hand and pulls you from the edge of the field into the middle, where you were surrounded by an array of different flowers and plants.

"We shall."

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i’ve been so sick over gojo for the past week like moreso than usual

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12:47 am - [gojo satoru]

tags: literally just pure fluff

The light of the refrigerator is far too bright on the kitchen floor for your liking. You slowly push the door closed, not wanting to wake anyone in the house with your midnight snack. 

You slowly unlid the jelly (strawberry, of course) and glob some on the bread. You curse yourself mentally when you remember you left the milk in the fridge and would have to make another noisy trip. You try to open it as slowly and quietly as possible to get the carton. 

Once it’s obtained, you go to slowly to shut the door when a loud "Whatcha makin'?!" startles you. You stop the scared yelp that nearly escapes you, clutching onto the milk to avoid dropping it on the floor. 

Gojo stands there, in grey sweatpant glory, leaning against the counter and looking over the half made sandwich. 

"You scared me!" you angrily hiss out, setting the milk down on the counter.

"You scared me." Gojo pushes past you to look at your plate. "I woke up to rambling noises in the kitchen and you were nowhere to be found."

“Well, I’m here. And if you keep up your yelling you’ll wake Megumi. You know how cranky he gets.”

You ignore him after that, hoping he’ll get the gist and leave you alone to enjoy some peace and quiet with your little meal. You head to the pantry for the peanut butter and groan when you realize it's too high for you to reach, most likely your boyfriend's doing.

"Need some help?" he teases, knowing that you have to end your little game of acting like he's not there. However, instead of asking him to get it, you grab the stepstool, determined to do it yourself. 

As soon as you place a foot on the stool, you begin to wobble, and you prepare yourself to fall face first and knock down whatever was in the pantry. But instead of cans and boxes, you run right into Gojo's hard, chiseled chest.

"You're in my way and I'm hungry." You scowl, snatching the jar from him as he laughs.

Gojo coos with a faux pout “Don’t be like that, especially when I literally just saved your life.” He wraps his toned biceps around your shoulders, watching you struggle to open the peanut butter jar. 

“Do you need my help again?” He chuckles. 

“I hate you.” 

He takes the jar and twists the lid for you, saying, “You have such an attitude tonight. You must be really hungry.”

“Whatever. You still love me.” You giggle putting the final few touches on your PB&J. 

 Gojo begins, “Of course I do, how could I not? You’re the light of my life. The moon to my stars. The peanut butter to my-“

“Okay you’re pushing it, baby.” sighs, “I love you too though. I guess.” you tease. Your heart warms at the thought of spending your nights with him, just like this for the rest of your life.

You put the two pieces of bread together, with your boyfriend practically hanging on your back. Before you can fully bring the snack to your lips, Gojo is first to snap an annoyingly large bite of the sandwich, cackling as he runs away.

“Satoru!”

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this song is so gojo

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can U write for tendou

when hell freezes over maybe

[flwrbo-deactivated20240610]

spare jean thoughts 🤔

jean who always makes sure to wash your hair in the shower, taking his time to emulsify it properly.

jean who always leans over you to kiss your forehead before bed.

jean who wears his overalls after working, keeping them on when he joins you to make dinner just because he knows how much you like to stare at him when he wears them.

and jean who always wakes up fifteen minutes before you to make sure you have your favorite drink ready for you on your bedside table...

he's absolutely enamored with you in every way possible.

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i love him sm :-(