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: ̗̀➛ BOTHERED. shinso hitoshi

shinso hitoshi x gn!reader

pinning ! flirting ! suggestive themes ! reader wears a skirt for the first time !

hitoshi is a thighs man. and fuck, you get him with that skirt.

― hitoshi whose never told you but he loves your thighs

― he knows you've never slept with anyone, and even if he has, he's not going to pressure you or start that conversation with you.

― it happens in school, both of you in your third year. you're in different classes so you only see eachother at lunch. usually, he'd walk you from the dorms but he had a training session with aizawa early and couldn't see you.

― and then he sees you.

― then he sees what you're wearing.

― he's literally breathless??? holy fuck?? the skirt you're wearing is a part of the uniform, but you'd only worn pants from when you started school till today, apparently.

― its hiked up around your waist, flowing down till it sits just covering the edge of your butt.

― he cannot look away for the life of him oh my god someone get this man some water he's so fucking thirsty for you.

― he doesn't say anything until he's walking you back to the dorms and he shoved you against the door to the building, knee between your legs and his hands gripping your hips.

― "fuck, kitten, can't think straight when you're all dressed up" and he's kissing down your neck so feverishly you think you have a cold.

― his hands are wandering and there;s hickeys on your neck and then you finally drag him inside and you have to wear your pants the next day because of the hickeys covering your thighs.

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: ̗̀➛ MAMA. paul lahote

paul lahote x pregnant!reader

fluff ! emotional ! teasing ! mentions of sex !

paul loves to tease you, even when you're carrying his pups

rubbing a hand over your back, you tried not to fall flat on your face as you got up to go to the bathroom for the fifth time that night.

you were starting to seriously regretting being pregnant. despite it being seven months, you were sick of carrying around a giant stomach and a baby that loved kicking.

"baby," pauls voice pulled you out of your thoughts as you climbed back into bed. "stop getting up, i can't sleep when you're up all hours of the night."

you huffed, "i wouldn't be getting up if someone could keep their hands to himself." you rolled away from him and crossed your arms.

"oh baby, c'mon," he kissed down your shoulder. "you know you were the one begging me to put a baby in you, hmm?"

the blood rushed to your cheeks as you turned, slowly, to wack him in the chest. he just laughed at you and pulled you in towards him. despite your baby bump being in the way, he managed to wrap his arms around you and tuck you under his arm.

"you're so beautiful, mama."

he kissed yup your neck as you hummed, taking it as a sign to continue. "holding my pups f'me," he kissed over your stomach and glanced back up at you.

the way he still looked at you like you were an angel, something sent from an almighty being just for him, all for him.

"careful, someone might think you're enjoying this," you swatted him on the head as he climbed back up to join you.

"i think you enjoy me being pregnant a lot more than I do." you frowned at your swollen stomach.

he kissed your brows before settling in beside you. "yeah, but you'll enjoy being the best mama out of both of us."

you could get used to hearing that.

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ HELP. jacob black

jacob black x gn!reader

sad and emotional ! suicide ! self harm ! pain ! jealousy !

you were always quiet, never asked for help.

it was almost ironic, really.

standing at the edge of the cliff, dressed in your nicest dress with your nails painted and makeup done. no doubt they'd take it all off when you were found - if you were found.

you couldn't help it, the ache in your chest easing slightly as you rubbed the silk of your dress between your fingers.

you had tried, of course you did, therapists and counselors, nothing ever helped the pain that sat in the back of your head. going to school on the reserve was okay, you had a few friends, but never did you think you'd be pushed to this point.

you felt it before he did, you think, the way you held your eyes against his and felt a tug in your chest, as though your centre of gravity changed. he'd gone through his changes, spending less time with you after getting sick and cutting his hair.

jacob black was one of your closest friends, and you'd loved him for years. you had no problem admitting it, you were sure he already knew, which is why he'd spent so much time away from you recently.

rubbing your hand over your arms, trying to protect yourself from the cold, all you felt was the goosebumps that littered between the scars travelling up your arm. they were red, irritated and scabbed over, fresh but now brand new.

you couldn't help it. after jake had come back from his week off school, and your eyes had pierced his own, he stopped speaking to you all together. every day felt like pain, as though your intestines were being torn out of your body and you couldn't stop it.

with your stomach open and your bodily functions failing, the only thing that distracted you was the constant burn of your blood running down your arms.

you were sure he knew, you'd sent him a text before you left and let him know what you were doing.

you were sick, in many ways. the cough rattling in your throat, your chest constricting with every breath, your lips dry and cracked. no doctors appointment or medication could fix this.

hearing a sudden chime from your phone, it had been the only one to distract your focus. quickly pulling yourself away from the edge of the cliff, you picked up your phone from the pile of your belongings.

as soon as you had, you dropped it, your body collapsing to the ground and a scream cutting through your throat. it was as though your energy left your body, as though you were helpless and stuck on the ground for someone to find and kill; like prey.

you pulled yourself towards the edge of the cliff, nails aching with the dirt, grime and sticks poking and prodding them. your pretty dress covered in mud and dirt, torn by rocks and scratches over your legs. you hadn't worn shoes, maybe you should have.

you didn't think about that, not as you pulled yourself over the edge, pummeling towards the water crashing against the rocks at the bottom of the cliff. you didn't think about the howls you heard, the wind rushing through your ears or the heartbeat that sounded in your chest.

all you thought about was the text you'd received, it had come from his phone but not from jake.

'he's with bella.'

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: ̗̀➛ THE DOOR. midoriya izuku

midoriya izuku x fem!reader

smut ! talking during sex ! blurb

midoriya has waited all week and he won't let anything interrupt him

— midoriya who begs you to let him eat you out as soon as he walks into your dorm room

— the last time he'd been down there, you two had been interrupted by one of your friends demanding you head into town, and deku, being the sweet boy he is, let you go without hassle

— he did have to fuck his fist right after you left but that was okay

— but today, as soon as training ends, he's pushed your through the entrance of his dorm, so your friends can't come looking for you again

— and then your front is pressed against the door, back arched and hands gripping onto whatever divits you could find.

— his hands spread apart your cheeks, and he moans, genuinely moans, as seeing your glistening cunt fluttering around nothing.

— you aren't even naked, your skirt simply bunched around your waist and your tights and panties pulled down around your ankles. midoriya is still fully dressed, but his shirt is unbuttoned.

— its barely a second that you get without his lips pressed against you, and then his tongue is pressing in and slipping through your folds and you cant think

— you're moaning against the door, izuku has his face pressed so far between your cheeks you think he'd suffocate, and you can feel the tip of his nose press against the pink rim of your hole.

— "midoirya? you in there?"

— its fucking todoroki.

— you go to straighten up and get yourself presentable, pushing off the door, but then midoriya is pushing his finger through the fluttering mucle of your ass, and you have to shove your hand into your mouth to bite back a moan.

— "hey todoroki! you need something?"

— somehow holds a full length conversation with todoroki in between tonguing your slit and lapping at your juices.

— you smack him at the end of it.

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: ̗̀➛ GET ON. roronoa zoro

roronoa zoro x gn!reader

fluff ! suggestive themes !

zoro loved to push himself to the absolute limit, and your touch sure does wonders.

you hadn't meant to stick around on the ship, but of course, who does.

you'd found yourself lost out at sea, and although you didn't have any powerful devil fruit powers, you still could not swim.

lufffy had found you, welcomed you a board and let you stay on their ship until they found their next island, where you'd be able to get your bearings.

of course, that had not happened, and now you'd become a valued member of the straw-hat pirates.

you had your favourites though.

that was exactly what brought you into your current position.

roronoa zoro was a gruff many of not many words, but the few he'd spoken to you made your heart flutter like a school girl. even finding yourself up late, whispering with nami and robin about just how badly you wanted the mossheaded man.

you had never trained with him, you knew his training regime was far too hefty for yourself, but watching him sway his swords and dance around you shirtless? that was training you'd accept.

"well?" zoro stared down at you; you weren't small, but you weren't big either, with a raised brow.

"uh- what? no! yes! yes I'll do it." mentally cursing yourself, your brought your eyes to the ground and missed the way the tips of his ears burnt red as you fumbled over your words.

he rushed out and you followed after him, fingers fidgeting with your nails and any flaking skin you could peal off, both of you walking towards the crows nest.

you had not been listening when zoro had asked his question, and the way you had so blindly said yes had made you even more nervous than before. were you agreeing to let him throw you over-board? you'd let him-

he pulled himself into a plank, no struggle and no sweat, and looked over at you unexpectedly. "get on." oh.

you ignored the butterflies in your stomach, quickly rid your head of any and every single thought you'd ever had, and made your way towards him. it took you a second, glancing down at your shorts, cursing yourself for not wearing pants, and then looking back up at him, for you to finally straddle his back.

he was warm. so very warm. you could feel his heart beat pulse through where your hands were, and you could feel his muscles tense under your thighs. you let out a puff of air, trying to keep your composure so that you could situate yourself.

zoro was in no better condition.

he'd admired everything about you, the way you stood your ground and fought for what you thought, the way you weren't afraid to admit that you'd made a mistake or miscalculated, but most importantly just how soft your skin was against his.

he shifted his hands to shop his body from shaking. others may have thought he was already reaching his limit, but feeling your hands run down his back was giving him hell.

he could feel the curve of your ass sitting on his lower back, feel the way your thighs clenched out of fear and the way you lifted them anytime he came closer to the ground.

he could feel your nails digging into his sides anytime he shook slightly too much, suppressing a groan and biting down so hard on his lip that the calming taste of blood filled his mouth.

you were never going to be okay again.

you were sitting on his back, his muscles flexing underneath you, his lungs filling and deflating with every breath, he felt so surreal underneath you.

of course, everything had come to an end when you and him both heard nami calling out to the crew, leaving you to hastily climb off his back and race towards the girl, mortified.

zoro hadn't even made it past ten.

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: ̗̀➛ HIPS. jegulus

james potter x regulus black

sexual tension ! leading up to smut ! swearing !

james is handsy, and regulus is all about james' hands

it was like touching fire, holding it in his hands and burning blisters into the spaces between his fingers. his body was warm, hot, like it had never been before.

regulus rolled his hips again, pressing himself down into james' lap, who could only groan at the action.

"fuck, reg." he breathed, pressing his mouth into the boys neck. "i need a second before you make me finish in my pants."

regulus paid the boy no mind, instead pulling james' curls into his hair and softly groaning into his ear.

no one would see them, almost the entirety of hogwarts was packed into the room of requirement, meaning they would be free to kiss and grind against each other with no wandering eyes to judge them.

running his hands up the back of his shirt, james' hissed at just how soft regulus felt in his hands, almost whimpering as the boy kissed down his jawline.

he would have hickeys but fuck was it worth it.

regulus could feel the tent in james' pants, matched by his own no doubt, but continued on with digging himself into the boys growing erection.

james might have burst, growling and flipping them over so that regulus was laid against the couch in the corner of the room, his shirt pulled up and his pants straining against his crotch.

james, who'd long since forgotten his manners, pressed himself onto the boy, biting down his neck and pulling open the button down shirt the slytherin wore.

"james," regulus whined, lifting his hips, "that was my shirt-"

"i don't give a fuck, reg."

james groaned, letting his head fall onto the boys chest and press their hips together, his hands leaving a trail of embers up regulus' chest.

"now be good, turn over and let me fuck you."

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Idk if you’re still open, but please PLEASE can we get a Cameron Domasky anything? Maybe comforting the reader when she’s sad and over with Brandon’s wife to hangout? 🖤

ahhh i love cameron damasky!! ty ty for the request!!

: ̗̀➛ PERFECT. cameron domasky

summary: you usually spend time with gloria when cam goes over to brandons, but today has just been a really long day pairing: cameron damasky x reader w/c: warnings: sad ! emotional ! established relationship ! notes: i don't like to involve kids in my stories, so gloria and brandons children are not mentioned in the story !

you could hear cameron from the living room.

this is mostly how you and gloria spent your time, sitting on the couch with either wine or coffee, depending on the mood, talking through your weeks and debating on whether or not one of the boys would come out covered in a different substance.

only, today had been a lot.

there wasn't anything specific that had caused you to feel so overwhelmed, you'd simply woken up and not had enough energy to push yourself through the day. you dragged yourself out of bed, slipped in the shower and had to rewash your washing after leaving it for too long.

it had been a long enough day that you just wanted for cam to scoop you up and stop you from thinking all of those horrible thoughts. only, you'd completely forgotten that the two of you would be heading over to the farris' house for the boys to record.

so, now you sat, too caught up in the top of your wine glass to notice gloria speaking, or even to respond with anything more than a 'mmhm,' or 'yep.'

you didn't notice when she got up, walked into the hallways and dissapeared.

you were too caught up in the swirl of your drink to notice cameron peaking out of the recording room, frowning at your quiet disposition.

you only looked up when the couch dipped behind you and arms snuck around your waist, tugging you back into the taller mans chest.

"hey, you need to talk?" you wanted to respond, shake your head and tell him to go back to recording with brandon, but instead, you just let your head fall back onto his shoulder, turning around in his hold and settling yourself in his lap.

he wrapped his arms around your waist, running a hand over your back and placing a light kiss on the top of your head.

you didn't feel perfect, but cameron definitely helped.

my apologies that its short, but i wanted to get this out there!!!

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: ̗̀➛ THE COUCH. kiribaku

kirishima eijirou x gn!reader x katsuki bakugo

fluff ! awkwardness ! bakugo is mean ! drinking ! reader is heavyweight ! suggestive !

you find yourself in a slightly awkward situation at a party

to anyone moving past, they would most likely believe that you and the two boys beside you were friends.

if it were anyone else, you may have believed you were friends, but you'd spoken exactly three words to bakugo katsuki and held one, albeit very long, conversation with kirishima eijirou.

the couch itself had three spots, usually people would cuddle up and you could fit four or two of you on the couch, but with the way the boys were sitting you knew there was no chance of escaping or adding another to the pile.

you'd been sitting by yourself when kirishima found you, immediately sitting by your side and striking up a conversation. you had to admit he was cute, with the way his bandanna sat on his head, pushing his hair back. he wore a white singlet with a hawaiian button down, black pants to match.

he'd gotten more drunk as the night went on, surprisingly you were more heavyweight than even he was. and he'd promptly passed out after his seventh strawberry cocktail of the night.

he'd ended up his his forehead pressed against your shoulder, arm wrapped around your waist, and his drink poured down your knee. it was almost cute, the small snores he let out.

bakugo had found you both not soon after, and you were worried he would think you were taking advantage of his friend, so you had tried to push kirishima off you but it only ended with him gripping you tightly and groaning at you.

"bakugo, i'm not-"

"shut up," you could only notice the pink dusting his cheeks, eyes half lidded and his body swaying lightly. were you the only sober one at this party?

he had promptly sat himself down in the spot next to you, throwing his leg over your own, coincidently spreading open your thighs and most likely showing off the underwear you wore.

you blushed, trying to pull your legs back together and failing. bakugo laid back against the couch and left you having to push your hands into your lap.

you gave a slightly wave to someone who walked past.