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born to read x reader 24/7 forced to have school and a life
7 minutes in heaven !!
so, it’s a high school reunion, and you’re sitting with a bunch of old classmates, some classmates you've still interact with, some you barely remember.
the room feel nostalgic, everyone’s laughing, and then someone suggests a stupid game, spin the bottle, but with dares. not just any dares, though. It’s like, spin the bottle meets truth or dare on steroids. someone even yells to flip the bottle and everyone’s hyped. you’re sitting there, lowkey praying the bottle doesn’t point at you, because you know these dares are gonna be wild.
the bottle’s spinning, and you’re holding your breath, hoping it lands on your friend next to you. you’re already giggling inside. but then — oh no — the bottle starts slowing down, and your heart sinks. it stops. right. in. front. of. you.
fuck my life, you think. pure bad luck. and then you see where the other end’s pointing. It’s him. the guy who totally hated you back in high school. you swear, you almost want to curse fate right there. and now he’s looking at you, eyebrows raised like he’s just as shocked. you’re ready to bolt, already stammering some excuse like, “uh, I’m good, I’ll pass—”
but your friends? oh, they’re no help. one of them’s like, “YAY! the dare’s set! you two gotta do 7 minutes inside cupboard!”
locked in a cupboard for seven minutes. seven whole minutes. you’re screaming internally, why this? why him? you glance at him, expecting him to shut it down, because no way he’s cool with this, right? but he just shrugs, avoiding your eyes, and mumbles, “guess it can’t be helped.”
before you knew it, the group was shoving you both toward this tiny closet. the door slammed shut, and you heard the click of the lock. it was so cramped, you could barely move. he was right in front of you, one hand braced against the wall by your head, his body way too close.
you could feel his breath, and it made your skin prickle. the air was thick, and you were already sweating, trying not to panic. you couldn’t even look at him, so you stared at the wall, muttering, “look, sorry about this. let’s just… forget this ever happened when we get out, okay?”
he didn’t say anything back. you’re still kinda scared of him — yeah, he’s still scary, but he’s looking more handsome now, and that actually makes your heart beat way too fast. you’re afraid he might hear it.
then he speaks, voice low, repeating something you just said, “forget this, huh?” you nod, nervous, but before you can say anything else, he leans in. way closer. your back’s already against the wall, and his body’s practically pinning you. good, you’re trapped. his face is inches from yours, and you’re like, “what are you—”
but then he kisses you. slow, soft at first, like he’s testing the waters. he pulls back, staring into your soul, one hand gently cupping your face. you’re frozen, heart racing, body tingling. you can’t even form words. it’s too much. the air feels thick, suffocating.
then he kisses you again, deeper this time, and you can't help yourself to you lean into it, arms wrapping around his neck. you don’t know if it’s the heat of the cupboard or the fact that, deep down, you’ve always had a thing for him, but you’re into it.
he whispers your name between kisses, his voice all husky, and his hands start wandering—lower, brushing your thighs. your breath hitches, and you hear yourself whisper, “more.”
he pauses, eyes locked on yours, like he’s asking for permission. you nod, barely thinking straight. next thing you know, he’s undoing his belt, and oh, his dick’s out, hard and ready. you’re both moving fast now, like you’re racing the clock. he tugs your panties down, and you’re already so worked up you don’t even care.
he slides in, slow at first, and you gasp, hands flying to cover your mouth so you don’t moan too loud. the cupboard creaks as he starts moving, his eyes never leaving yours. his hair’s all messy, sweat dripping down his face, and it’s so very attractive of him.
four minutes in, he’s got his head buried in your shoulder, kissing your neck, and you whimper his name. you clench around him, and he groans, teeth gritted, clearly feeling it.
you’re both so lost in each other, you forget the timer, forget everything. he picks up the pace, and you’re whispering, “nnh— I’m gonna—” before you cum, hard, muffling your moans with your hands. He grabs your hips, slamming into you one last time before he finishes, cumming inside you.
you’re both panting, trying to catch your breath, when you realize — shit, it’s been seven minutes. he quickly pulls his pants up, you fix your clothes, and he steals one more kiss before you both try to act normal. except… the door’s still locked.
nine minutes passed before the door finally opened. apparently, they “forgot” about you guys. he just tsks, annoyed, and you’re standing there, sweaty and legs a bit wobbling.
your friend question you because of how sweaty you are. you stammer, “I-It’s hot in there, okay? super small cupboard.” but your face is burning, and you’re barely holding it together, wondering how you went from dreading this to… whatever this was with the guy you thought hated you.
kageyama tobio, bakugo katsuki, michael kaiser, shinazugawa sanemi, tsukishima kei, itoshi rin, iwaizumi hajime, shorato ichimiya, rayne ames, kanzaki kaoru, fushiguro megumi, dabi, lance crown, your fav character . . .
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you're cold and he decides to make it worse
various x reader ; wc: 130 ; info: fluff, gn reader ; notes: i really thought i did something with that small paragraph huh 🥲✌🏼 ✶
"It's cold," you grumbled, shivering and pulling your coat tighter around you.
"For sure," he agreed.
There was a moment where neither of you said anything, but relished the moment of peace, watching the waves lazily splash against the jagged rocks, giving the sun a standing ovation before it passed the spotlight to the moon, the new star of the show, illuminating the dark sky with her radiant presence.
You yelped as you felt icy hands suddenly wrap themselves around your neck, the culprit snickering.
"Why would you do that?!"
"It's cold, and you're warm. My little portable heater."
"You're making me colder!"
"Aw, lemme make you feel better."
He pressed a kiss to your cheek but you yanked your face away.
"And your lips are freezing!"
dividers by cursed-carmine
how it feels knowing the only way to get more fanfics written about the manga you’ve just read is waiting for it to finally have an anime adaptation
NEW PHANTOM BUSTERS OFFICIAL ARTT
PHANTOM BUSTERS! — general relationship headcanons.
ıllı “ i still wanna be your favorite boy ! ”
pairings mogari shishikuno, eugene korekishi, kaoru kanzaki, tamon kotaro, and ichimiya sorato x gender neutral! reader. ( better read in light mode!! ) tw for swearing !! not proofread, beware for wrong grammar 'nd typos..
a/n — i finally caved in writing for these fuckers.. i added ichimiya because we all love him. no bashers allowed ❌❌❌ filo phanbus fans follow me hahahah HELLO FILIPINO TAMON NATION
— MOGARI SHISHIKUNO
he did not bag the baddie (you) the baddie bagged him. and he just stays bagged. basically the main description of your relationship. this can work for tamon too now that i think about it YKW THIS GOES FOR EVERYONE HERE THEY'RE ALL LOSERS. but mogari in particular HE'S SUCH AN IDIOT you forget under allat is a fucking ripped 16 year old 💔💔. loser trapped in a hot body fr
“me and my stupid ass bf” “i hate my bf” ahh relationship.. you're joking you love him lots but sometimes he's just TOO MUCH. in a good way, sometimes he has these bursts of energy where he just picks you up potato sack carry style and runs a whole mile. ( more under the cut! )
Helro it's like 3am but anyways I LOVE LOVE LOVE YOUR WRITING IT'S SO CUTE AND FLUFFY silly too I love it.
I wanted to request a hc of making out with the Phantom Busters boys! Including my gosh Ichimiya if you don't mind.. Thank you! ❤❤
Making out w/ phantom busters boys
Note: I’m surprised how many people like those honestly I had to do a lot with all the fandom I write for lslsls not that I mind tho, here you go !!
You're so cute too aaa i never rhought i was funnt slsls thank you for asking <3 cw: semi-public for ichimiya
m.list | rules
If Mogari has only one weakness, which is not the case but for the sake of this little drabble he will, it must be to see you in a skirt. It has a certain effect on him, it doesn’t matter the length or the cut – it just suits you really well in his eyes. So even if you come by quickly, giving him back the notebook he forgot at school before your dance lesson, he can’t help it but kiss you a few more times than your schedule allows you.
“I really have to go,” you tried, pushing his chest slightly but his grip on your waist is firm, keeping you close.
It feels like he hasn’t seen you in ages when it’s literally been three hours but he can’t help it – he can’t be like that in school, so he enjoys it every time you come around his place.
“5 minutes,” he asked between two kisses, gasping for air before diving in again.
“You never respect that,” you whined when he barely let you talk before kissing you harder.
Your back is pushed on the door and the closer he gets to you, the hotter you feel. He’s too good at it, driving you crazy as he kisses you more and more. You want to abandon practice almost every time just to stay in his arms as he takes care of you. You're melting under his touch, so soft yet firm on your body.
He’s careful, he never hurts you but sometimes you just want him to, wondering what could be like. He loves you too much for that though, enough to almost eat you alive, to beg you to stay every time like he needs to feel your skin on his breath. Pulling you impossibly closer, you gasped at the strength he uses to hold you against his body. His tongue brushes on your lips, waiting for more and he’s so sure of himself that you’re gonna stay with him this time – it breaks your heart to shake your head. He looks at you with sad puppy eyes for a second when you pull away and cover his mouth with your hand.
“I have to go now,” your voice barely above a whisper. But he starts kissing your hand, puppy eyes long forgotten and trying to convince you to stay. Yet you shake your hand, trying to not look at him for too long. “I’ll come back after it, ok ?”
He’s about to faint, your voice is so soft, you seem so vulnerable that he wants to eat you alive. But he’s ready to wait for it. He nods, kissing you one last time before letting you.
You may (obviously) ignore this, but if you’re up for it, could you perhaps write the Phantom Busters reaction to their gf being jealous of another persons advances on them? 😛😛
Phantom busters jealousy hcs pt.2!
How do the phantom buster boys deal with their babe getting jealous? I'm here to tell you! And if you wanna see how they are when they're jealous you can click here!
I'm genuinely so so sure someone requested the same with abt how mmm would deal with their partner getting jealous but u can't find the request.. forgive me other requesting pookie...
Ft. Mogari, Kanzaki, Eugene, Tamon, Ichimiya
ᯓ★୭˚ Oh my fucking god, Mogari would lose his absolute mind. If not for anything else, then just because it's so ridiculous to him you're even jealous. He'd lowkey make fun of you for a few minutes because it's such an ultrareach to think he'd actually even entertain the idea of having someone else when you're breathing in his direction.
Isn't it obvious enough how much he adores you? Is him being your prince in shining armour(questionable), bodyguard and royal clown not enough to prove himself? I mean, he's not one to beat around the bush. In my opinion, he's the type to tell you he loves you daily, make googly eyes at you from across the room and act like he's genuinely unable to keep his hands anywhere other than on you - your hand, waist, the edge of your shirt, wherever you'd allow him to.
more under the cut!