#fantiction

[tojiscardboardbox-blog]

Oh someone please start writing about zuko I NEED IT LOOK AT HIM

PLEASE I NEED FANFIC NOW

[dolcesaints]

──── ⟡ ݁₊ . steve harrington .ᐟ ¹⁹⁸⁴

⟡˙˖ ıl. pairing. steve harrington x henderson reader

⟡˙˖ ıl. content warning. 18+ MDNI smut - pussay eating 😛 semi-public sex, oral (f recieving, duh.) pure filth, literally. porn without plot. no use of y/n (though nicknames like: princess, sweetheart, baby are used), reader is a henderson but it’s only mentioned once so idk. lower-case intended.

⟡˙˖ ıl. lovie's gossip. my first ever steve harrington fic, despite being more of a jonathan / mike girlie. of course, gotta tag my own djo @chipotleburritobowl because this is basically our love child. kind of.

you were crouched by the horror aisle, trying not to knock over a stack of tapes, when steve appeared from behind the sci-fi section like a walking disaster in perfect sneakers. steve’s hair haloed and perfect as always caught the fluorescent light and somehow made your eye twitch.

“wow, careful there, henderson.” he said, leaning against the shelf, one hand brushing yours as he nudged a tape into place. “don’t want you breaking something important.”

“i’ve got it.” you muttered, standing up straighter, glaring just a little. steve didn’t move, didn’t even blink. instead, he smirked and tilted his head like you were the puzzle he was going to solve.

“sure you do, sweetheart.” he murmured, voice low, brushing a strand of hair back from his forehead. the shelf between you suddenly felt smaller, the space charged in a way that made your chest tighten.

he hesitated for a beat, then closed the space between you, pressing you gently against the shelf. his chest brushed yours, and he leaned in, letting his lips hover near your ear as he whispered something low and teasing.

“come with me, doubt there’ll be a customer at this hour.” he whispers, brushing his thumb across your knuckles as he intertwined your fingers with his before leading you through the aisles to where you are now.

he kisses you gently at first, then his hands starts to wander to your nape as he pulls you in closer. his other hand is placed on your cheeks, cupping it to deepen your kiss. his tongue starts to move around, swirling and tasting every inch of your mouth as your tongues collide with each other, dancing in rhythm as you fight for dominance to which he clearly wins.

his palm slowly descends from your cheeks till his fingers starts to twist the hem of your skirt, rolling it up gently.

you were tucked in a corner in the video rental store—somewhere no one, not even the shitty camera of the store could catch.

steve pulls back, taking a quick glance at your swollen lips due to the intense make out session. without a word, he dives right back in, his tongue taking turns in licking and sucking on your skin before he proceeds to mark you.

butterflies pools in your stomach as you feel every muscle under your abdomen contract with need. his voice has been so deep, lacing with Iust.

steve slowly drops to his knees in front of you, both hands settling on your hips like he’s about to pray—like you’re the only thing sacred enough to worship, the only body he’ll ever praise.

he places a gentle kisses on your flesh, sliding a hand under your right thigh to bring it up onto his shoulder. you start to moan when his kisses travel to your inner thighs.

you tried to control your moans when you felt his tongue sliding your panties to the side before attaching his lips to your cunt, sucking and licking it. your hands flew everywhere, grasping onto the shelves for balance.

steve somehow finds the situation amusing as he chuckles, looking up, cooing gently. “princess, keep your voice low, you don't want anyone to catch us, do you?” your knuckles turned white as your cheeks flushed with red.

“no” you whispered as he nodded with a smile, mumbling a soft good as he ducks his head down again. removing your thigh from his shoulder, he tugs down your panties, taking it off.

steve tugged it inside his pocket, attaching his lips once again onto your pussy. you shut your eyes in ecstasy, mewling his name softly as his tongue skillfully thrusts inside your cunt.

he grips onto your flesh as your body jerks when his tongue flicks on your folds, moans slowly escapes from your chest in the process as his hold is enough to leave a mark.

“s…steve—fuck—what if… what if someone walks in on us?” you manage to utter out in between moans. “don’t worry, baby. i locked the door.”

you nod in response, mostly because you’re unable to form a coherent sentence. your fingers tangle themselves with his hair, you grab a fistful as you throw your head back due to the immense pleasure and satisfaction he’s providing and for the stimulation you're having.

“steve…” you moan, your legs shaking badly as your body jerked upwards when his fingers rubbed over your clit to get you to reach your high. and eventually, you did. he leans back slightly, looking up at you with that dazed, breathless stare, both of you catching your breath in the quiet between you.

© dolcesaints ✮ ‘25 all rights reserved.

i’m not adding my usual general taglist since they’re all here for bucky, and this is the first time i’ve written for someone other than that expired, disabled veteran. <3

but im tagging kayleigh cause i seen her reblog steve harrington fics @swimmingnightcolor

[sweetheartcupid]

SPEAK UP, MORON || Bakugou Katsuki

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୨୧ warnings ୨୧

Swearing, explicit imagination, mention of jealously, masturbation, size kink, degradation, degradation kink, begging and mentioning of different positions.

୨୧ Notes: written in HEADCANON style ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱‧₊˚

✧˚₊‧────────────‧₊˚✧ ꒰ Roommates ꒱

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Roommate!Bakugou absolutely hates it when you bring a stranger home to sleep with after being out for so long—but keeps his mouth shut and fist by his side every time because he knows he'll go feral and send someone into the hospital. You'd hate him for that, but he didn't care, as long as you're not next to any guy that isn't him.

Roommate!Bakugou accidentally saw your lace panties lying on top of the washing machine while he was about to do his own laundry. He instantly gets a hard on just from imagining you in them—while riding him—and just ends up jerking off to your panties wrapped around his thick cock. His laundry was pushed to the side, still unwashed and completely forgotten.

Roommate!Bakugou who purposely walk around the house half naked, showing off every ab and muscle he benched ever since he overheard that you love biceps and muscles.

And you couldn't even look away—not when he was wearing those sweet grey sweatpants that perfectly outlined his long thick cock.

Roommate!Bakugou who'll make you beg for it and degrade you for wanting his cock so badly but still enjoy the sight of you on your knees, desperately trying to release from sucking his cock—even gagging at the size.

Roommate!Bakugou loves it when he sees the bulge of his cock on your stomach, even pressing it down with his hand just to make you cry out his name louder—your voice is music to his ears.

Roommate!Bakugou denies that he feels attracted by you—when in truth he could have a hard on just by looking at you.

Roommate!Bakugou imagines you under him; begging and crying pathetically just because of his cock alone. He also wants to try different positions, wanting to find out which position you feel his cock hit your sweet spot the most.

Roommate!Bakugou who wants to push you on the kitchen counter every morning, bending you over and just shoving his morning wood inside your tight pussy, a hint of blush on his cheeks if he sees that you're enjoying the pleasure too.

Roommate!Bakugou who hates and loves you at the same time—because of how much you two argue around the house. He commends you for standing up for yourself but hates that you're over lecturing and ranting on him again while doing so. He just ends up wanting to shut your pretty mouth up with his cock whilst degrading or even better—mocking you; "Look who's bitch mouthing now, princess."

Roommate!Bakugou still won't confess or let out his feelings just because he knows he'll fuck you endlessly if tell him you felt the same way. And because he doesn't want to ruin your love-hate relationship with each other.

[cowboylikemac]

FALSE GOD || F.W

Pairing: Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Summary: You and Fred Weasley have been sneaking around Hogwarts, pretending it’s just physical until one night makes it too real to ignore. When you get caught, Fred finally confesses the truth it’s always meant something. And this time, you stop pretending.

Warnings: explicit content, smut, fluff, no major character death

Word count: 1.4k

You’re not supposed to be here.

“You’re gonna get us caught,” you whisper, breath hitching as he pulls your shirt down over your shoulder, exposing skin like he’s unveiling something sacred.

Fred grins against your collarbone, warm breath making you shiver. “You always say that. Right before you pull me into another room.”

You want to argue. You want to say he’s wrong— that it’s him who finds you every time, him who lights the match but then his tongue runs a slow line up your neck and the thought vanishes.

It always does with Fred.

Because Fred Weasley touches you like you’re a religion. Like he’s kneeling at an altar and you’re the only holy thing left in the world.

—

It started months ago. A party in the common room. Too much Firewhisky and not enough space. You were dancing, laughing and then his eyes were on you. Heat. Hunger. Worship.

He kissed you in a hallway that night, back pressed to stone, hands threading under your jumper. You didn’t stop him. You didn’t want to.

And now, here you are, again and again. Worshipping something neither of you will name.

“This isn’t love,” you told him once, after a night in the Astronomy Tower when your knees were bruised from stone and your lips were swollen from his teeth.

He just looked at you and said, “No. But we still bow to it, don’t we?”

—

His hand slides under your skirt now, fingers trailing up your thigh, slow like he has forever. You whimper, quiet, and his grip tightens.

“You always wear these skirts just for me?” he murmurs, eyes dark, voice low.

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

So you kiss him — hard, all teeth and heat and it only encourages him. His hands are everywhere, greedy and reverent all at once. The way he touches you shouldn’t feel sacred. But it does.

When his fingers slip past your underwear, you gasp, hips bucking. He drinks in the sound like a man starved.

“You’re always so ready for me,” he mutters, forehead pressed to yours, lips brushing as he speaks. “You act like you hate me in the daylight, but down here in the dark…”

“Fred—”

“I know,” he whispers, sliding one finger in, then two. “I know what this does to you.”

You can’t think. Can’t breathe. His mouth moves to your chest, teeth grazing your skin before he sucks gently leaving proof of you on him, and him on you.

You grind against his hand, moaning softly, and he groans at the sight of you — flushed, ruined, whispering his name like a prayer.

And it is a prayer, in some twisted way.

Because Fred Weasley isn’t safe. He’s temptation in a red and gold tie, a boy who never plays fair, and you’re on your knees for him anyway.

—

He lays you back on the cold desk, shrugging off his robes and unbuttoning his shirt with shaking hands. Your eyes trail over every inch of him — his flushed chest, the faint freckles scattered across his collarbone, the scar near his ribs from a failed prototype. You want to kiss all of it. Memorize him.

And he watches you the same way — like you’re made of something rare and breakable.

“You don’t have to be gentle,” you whisper.

He pauses. “Yeah, I do.”

Then he leans down and kisses your stomach, your hips, the inside of your thighs. Each touch a vow.

When he finally slides into you, slow and deep, you both gasp like your bodies recognize each other before your hearts are ready to admit it.

You wrap your legs around him, nails digging into his back, clinging like you’ll fall apart without him.

“I dream about this,” he breathes against your neck. “About you. The sounds you make. The way you feel.”

You whimper, hips meeting his as he moves, every thrust perfectly measured, like he knows exactly how to ruin you.

The desk creaks. Your breath stutters. His name falls from your lips like it’s divine.

And Fred? He looks at you like you’re the altar and he’s the believer.

“Look at me,” he says.

You do.

And in that moment, it feels like love. It feels like everything.

—

After, you’re both quiet. The air is thick with sweat and secrets.

Fred leans against you, forehead resting on your shoulder. You thread your fingers through his hair.

“You’re going to get tired of sneaking around,” you say eventually, barely above a whisper.

He lifts his head. “You think that’s all this is?”

“I think we don’t talk about it.”

He’s silent for a beat. Then, “If this is a false god, I’ll still worship it.”

Your heart aches.

You don’t say anything else.

But when he kisses you again slow, soft, careful and you let him.

And when you both walk back to Gryffindor Tower separately, like strangers in the hall, you still feel him everywhere.

—

The next morning, everything feels different.

Not because of the sex — you’ve done that before. Not because he kissed you afterward like it meant something. He always does.

But because you’re starting to think it actually does mean something.

And that’s terrifying.

You’re sitting across from him at breakfast, trying not to look at him. He’s got a smirk tugging at his mouth, like he’s remembering how your legs shook around his waist last night.

George elbows him and mutters something. Fred laughs, but doesn’t respond. He glances at you and this time, you do look back.

Big mistake. Your stomach flips.

You tear your eyes away and dig into your toast. You don’t see the way Fred’s face falls.

—

You avoid him the rest of the day.

You tell yourself it’s because you’re busy. Because you’ve got that Herbology essay. Because you need to focus on literally anything else besides how Fred Weasley made you feel like something sacred in a dusty classroom.

But you can’t stop thinking about it. About him. About how, for a moment, it felt like more.

You’ve just turned the corner toward the Astronomy Tower again, your hiding place of choice

when a voice behind you says, “You’re avoiding me.”

You close your eyes. “No, I’m not.”

Fred scoffs. “You haven’t spoken to me since last night.”

You turn. He’s standing there in his school robes, tie loose, hair tousled. His expression is unreadable.

“I didn’t think we talked,” you stated in an almost cold tone.

He flinches.

You didn’t mean to sound cruel. But it’s easier this way, right? Easier to pretend it’s still just a game. Still just late nights and false promises.

Fred steps closer. “What do you want me to say? That I like you? That I’ve always liked you?”

Your heart stutters.

He lowers his voice. “Because I do. And I’m tired of pretending I don’t.”

The hallway is silent. You’re sure he can hear your heart hammering.

Then behind you someone clears their throat.

You both freeze.

And when you turn around, of course it’s McGonagall.

—

Fifteen minutes later, you’re standing in her office, both of you flushed and silent as she paces behind her desk.

“Mr. Weasley. Miss Y/L/N I’d like to remind you both that Hogwarts is not a… playground for romantic entanglements.”

Fred mumbles something like “Yes, ma’am.”

You resist the urge to crawl under the floor.

“I will not be assigning detention,” she continues, stern. “But I do expect a level of decorum going forward. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Professor,” you both say in unison.

She sends you off with a pointed look. You practically run down the corridor.

Fred catches up with you near the stairs.

“Well,” he says, trying not to laugh. “That was horrifying.”

You groan, burying your face in your hands. “I’m never showing my face again.”

He gently pulls your hands away. “Hey.”

You look up at him. He’s not smiling anymore.

“Are you still going to pretend this doesn’t mean anything?” he asks.

You bite your lip. “No.”

He exhales, relief flooding his face. “Good.”

And then, without hesitation, he leans in and kisses you. Right there in the middle of the corridor, no classrooms, no shadows, no excuses.

When he pulls back, he grins. “Guess the secret’s out anyway.”

You laugh, breathless. “I’m still going to kill you for getting us caught.”

He throws an arm around your shoulder. “Totally worth it.”

And for the first time, you walk back into the common room together. No sneaking. No pretending.

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a/n: i need fred weasley to false god me so bad (｡♡︎‿♡︎｡)

tags: @lydiascabinsix @lydiasfalling @laufeysvalentine

[noelan1]

Do you ever read a really questionable fanfiction or a spicy love story and think "what the fuck did I just read"

[itsafairytalekay]

𝙄 𝙈𝙄𝙎𝙎 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝘽𝘼𝘽𝙔...

Desc: jjk men dealing with reader who can't say 'no'.

An: self indulgent affff, but it's requested, thanks for sending it, love.💓

Characters: geto, gojo, nanami, sukuna, toji, choso!!

Comments are appreciated!! ◝(⑅•ᴗ•⑅)◜..°♡

[kaiyusushi]

# HOW THE JJK BOYS WOULD REACT IF IF YOU CONFESSED TO THEM AND THEY LIKED YOU BACK BEFORE YOU EVEN CONFESSED

sʏᴘɴᴏsɪs : Title

ᴄᴀᴛᴇɢᴏʀʏ : ғʟᴜғғ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ : 1172

ᴅɪsᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ : sʟɪɢʜᴛ sᴡᴇᴀʀ ᴡᴏʀᴅ

ᴀ/ɴ : Could have posted this yesterday but my phone died and I forgot about it, also first upload! Got lazy halfway so I couldn't add more interactions and scenarios😭

ᴘʀᴏᴏғʀᴇᴀᴅ? : Nope

masterlist

დ .•*””*༻꫞ ꫞༺•*””*•.დ

⏤͟͟͞͞Megumi Fushiguro

▸He’d go completely still for a second. You’d think he’s rejecting you, but he’s just processing.

Then he’d look away, slightly embarrassed for zoning out.

“...You’re late.” 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬, "No reaction" ahh bitch

Not in a mean way, just his awkward way of admitting he’s liked you longer. He’d quietly accept, maybe offer to walk you home like it’s nothing, but his ears would be red the whole time.

▹ 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘔𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘮𝘪 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮

"Megumi?! You're having a date with ___!?!!" 𝘠𝘶𝘫𝘪 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴, 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘴. 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘕𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘔𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘮𝘪 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦 '𝘉𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦'.

They may or may not have snitched to Gojo.

⏤͟͟͞͞Yuji Itadori

▸Like the sunshine he is, he would immediately look for signs of a prank. But once you assure him you were serious. This guy would TOTALLY boost the volume of his voice.

Earning confused looks from Nobara and Megumi who was waiting for both of you to finish your conversation from afar.

“WAIT, you like me?!” 𝘏𝘦 yells, 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘕𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 2𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘨 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘮 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢.

He’d laugh out of pure joy, probably grab your hands without thinking. Then he’d admit he’s liked you too, and has been trying not to make it 𝘰𝘣𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 while jumping up and down(he failed).

Super wholesome, golden retriever energy. He’d want to hang out right away.

⏤͟͟͞͞Satoru Gojo

He smirks, of course he does. He has already knew. And was confident you would confess sooner. His delusions and rants would often receive a laugh from Geto.

“Took you long enough.” 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘨𝘰, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵.

He’d tease you endlessly, acting like he’s been waiting forever (he has). But underneath the confidence, he’s actually really happy you said it first.

He might lean in close and say something like

“Good thing I like you too… or that would’ve been awkward.” 𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

He would probably drop hints around his students when he's with you so they start to make speculations whether you both are dating or not. (He did that on purpose)

  ⏤͟͟͞͞Kento Nanami

▸Pauses. Adjusts his glasses. Calm, but his tone softens.

“I see.” 𝘈𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵

Then after a moment;

“...I was hoping you’d say that.”

He wouldn’t be overly dramatic, but he’d take your confession seriously. He’s the type to immediately think about your relationship. Already planning about gifts that would make you happy, and of course boundaries. We love a man who is ready!

⏤͟͟͞͞Suguru Geto

▸Smiles softly, like he’s been waiting for you to even confess. He has known you like him back before you even confessed. Learning about your body language and the way you behave around him.

“You finally realized?” 𝘏𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

He’d be gentle, maybe brush your hair aside or look at you in a way that makes your heart explode. He’s the type who already understood his feelings deeply before you did.

⏤͟͟͞͞ Toge Inumaki

▸You confess, looking at him to see his face absurdly calm, but in reality? He's panicking internally. Hoping his reciprocation would be 𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤 enough considering he speaks in ricebal language.

“Salmon…!” 𝘏𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘨 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘪𝘯.

He’d be flustered but happy. Since he can’t fully express it with words, he’d show it through actions, staying close, treating you, and even physical touch.

Probably blushes like a lot, wouldn't even bother hiding it from you. If he would he would use his jacket to cover his cheeks, the tint of pink on top of his ears would sell him out.

⏤͟͟͞͞Ryomen Sukuna

▸Let’s be real, this is complicated.

He’d laugh at first.

“You have guts.” 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵

But if he actually liked you? He wouldn’t say it directly. He’d acknowledge it in a twisted way.

“Don’t regret it.” 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦

Normally, he doesn't offer to take you home. Or atleast say anything at all about it.

But, he does. No talks, and just a quiet invitation to walk you home. If you are finally in front of your home;

He will just wait until you have gone inside and locked the door, soon after that, he leaves quietly.

⏤͟͟͞͞Yuta Okkotsu

▸You confess, telling him how you have liked him since you guys were first years.

“...You mean that?”

He’d be shy but 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺 relieved. He’s been holding his feelings back because he didn’t want to burden you or scare you away (in summary, to not break your friendship).

When he realizes you’re serious, he’d smile, soft, It feels like you were reunited with his genuine smile that he covers with a serious face.

“I like you too… I just didn’t think I should say it.”

He might gently hold your hand, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. Wrapping his hand on your fingers to check if you're ok with it before holding your hand entirely.

⏤͟͟͞͞Toji Fushiguro

▸He’d pause mid-step, glance at you, and let out a quiet scoff.

“You sure about that?”

Not mocking, just surprised. He didn’t expect you to say it out loud nor real soon.

Toji’s the type who 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 he liked you but didn’t plan on acting on it. So your confession catches him off guard in a real way.

After a moment, he’d sigh.

“...Tch. You’ve got bad taste.” 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯

But then he’d ruffle your hair or pull you closer slightly, his way of admitting he feels the same. Bro is Lowkey protective.

⏤͟͟͞͞Hiromi Higuruma

▸He’d go completely silent. Like he’s analyzing every word you said.

“...Do you understand what you’re saying?” 𝘏𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴, 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵

Not because he doubts you, but because he takes feelings seriously.

Once he realizes you truly mean it, his expression softens just a bit.

“Then I won’t treat this lightly.” 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴.

He’d admit he feels the same

but in a very calm, almost ready way. He’s the type who already wrestled with his feelings internally and came to acknowledgement with them before you ever spoke about your feelings.

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On my best nightmares

Kim Juhoon x Male Reader SMAU (coming soon!!)

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧ summary: Juhoon has been president of the class A for four years by now, same as you in class B. What's the issue? In his head, you both are in some kind of academic rivalry, specially now since it's the last year of school. On your side? You're hopelessly in love with him, and of course, oblivious to his one sided "hate".

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧ content: downbad reader, mentions of maaany other idols, attempt to be funny, sexuality/gay jokes, school non idol au, one sided rivalry/crush, it boy x it boy ig😭academic rivals to lovers

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