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Choso who tries to send you a photo asking “is this freckle on my hip normal?” or some bs but you don’t even read the message attached because the photo is taken from a low angle in the dark with his shirt off and his sweats are LOWWW so you can get a better view of the freckle but he’s unintentionally sending you ab pics and you’re highkey geeked asf
i remember that the only reason why i watched death note is so i could read smut without feeling like a poser
tf141 ruining your makeup
john price wiping your closed eyes and watching your tears smudge the black tar over your under eyes. even better if it ruins itself by how badly he gets your eyes watering. thinks its so sexy when mascara streaks your cheeks. he'll be very disappointed if you're wearing mascara and it doesn't run whenever he fucks you. he thinks its a sign of how well he treated you that night. he'll also pound into you harder if your mascara doesn't smudge, and won't stop until its staining your skin.
simon riley will take it as a personal offence if your whole face of makeup isn't ruined. either from pushing your face into a pillow, kissing it off, or your tears, he looks forward to seeing your hard work smeared off. he didn't give you a good enough fuck if your face is still intact. it's a challange to him every time; how much makeup can simon ruin before you tap out?
johnny mactavish loves to ruin your lips. whatever you decided to put on that day—lipliner, lip oil, lipstick, you name it, he loves it. he especially loves it because it leaves stains on his skin that he'll wake up to in the morning, head pounding with a killer hangover. and to tell you a secret, he discreetly licks off your lip gloss if it tastes good. you're just too cock drunk to notice.
kyle garrick doesn't like ruining your makeup. he watched his pretty baby take so long getting ready, why would he ruin such hard work? but kyle being kyle, and just has to be mean to you, he doesn't touch your face at all. not even for kisses. even when you beg for just one kiss, he refuses. and on top of that, he doesn't stop for you if you ask to get up and wipe your makeup off. you spend so long putting it on, let him admire it, yeah?
simon was always scared his daughter would be an afterthought. after all, that’s what he was in his family. tommy was the good one, with the house and the wife. simon was just the… other one. too quiet, too tall, too big for school.
a little slow with reading, miss abbot always told his mother about a test for autism, but she never got around to doing it .
he’d always been an afterthought in his own family, and he was so scared his daughter, the light of his life, might be an afterthought. after the army, after ops, after you. he was scared in his heart maybe you would think of her as an afterthought.
he comes back from his op, weary and exhausted, into the small flat in manchester. it’s a two bedroom and you’ve converted one of them to a playroom for your daughter. he finds you in the room, the two of you fast asleep on the playmat.
his two girls are aleeping soundly. the toddler in her favourite summerdress , and you curled up around her, your hair splayed out behind you. you’re wearing his sleep shorts, and your hand is curled around your daughter, like you were playing with her and the two of you fell asleep.
“love?” he asks, voice rough, and then you sleepily blink, before your mouth quirks into a small smile.
“ah, si-“ you yawn, “hey, violet wanted her dada for so much of this week.”
he just blushes, not used to being wanted -
“si?” your voice falters, and then you touch him on the arm, “si, baby, violets teacher came to talk to me today at montessori.”
“mmm?”
“she wants her to get tested for ADHD, it’s just a little thing but i dunno, she seemed like it could help violet get a good head start."
How long can Gaz and the cute new recruit be on a boring, freezing cold recon mission before Gaz starts "suggesting" they share body heat............
i actually really love the idea of knight's lady, while being beautiful and her family having money, isnt a popular girl to court. she's opinionated and loud and silly, she dresses bizarrely and doesn't cover her hair
Hello! Could you do one about bully gojo edging reader? Like he'll say "you won't cum until I kiss you" and he keep teasing her, leaning down and puckering just to ease back and laugh at her. He could even squeeze her face together and tell her to give him a kiss but she's been edged for so long she can't even lean back. Eventually he stops teasing her and kisses her, allowing her to finish
cw: edging, teasing gojo :(
bully!gojo edging you
"please, satoru, it hurts."
"oh stop being dramatic, you just wanna cum, silly girl. don't act all pure. "
gojo laughs from where he towers above you. he has you between his legs with your chest to his back and your arms tied around his neck. he'd kept you here for at least an hour now, holding a vibrator firmly to your clit through your underwear, only to take it away when you needed it most.
"tell you what, you can cum when i kiss you, okay?"
"o-okay." you say, voice whiny and shaky. with gojo's legs keeping yours apart, there was no way to escape the pleasure he inflicted on you. surely by now he'd have to be tired of this?
he presses the vibrator to your clit again and you immediately tense against him, body squirming with desperate need. your hips buck a little and you shut your eyes, praying for that orgasm.
gojo readjust you slightly so he can turn your chin towards him. he leans in to kiss you, but suddenly stops an inch short. he chuckles soflty when you whine.
"you are just too cute. no way you thought i'd let you cum that quickly."
he suddenly pulls the vibrator away and you groan, but he doesn't let you look away from him. his wide blue eyes watch every expression on your face, admiring the pout you wear and how the slightest bit of tears now accompanies your waterline.
"don't worry, i'll let you cum soon." he says, pushing the vibrator against your clit again. you whimper and squirm again, unable to help yourself. gojo watches you carefully, licking his lips as he waits for the right moment.
"i wonder, would you rather this or too many orgasms?"
"no, no satoru, no more t-teasing." you plead.
"hah, i'll take that as one nice, body trembling orgasm." he leans in again and you wriggle to meet his lips, only for him to pull away and laugh. he takes the vibrator off as well and you actually let out a cry.
"pathetic! seriously, you're making this too easy." he laughs as you try to console yourself, try to prevent the tears from falling but you just can't. all you wanna do is cum, and he's refused to give it to you. you lean your head against his chest again, closing your eyes and curling your body in as much as you can. gojo sighs softly at your state and whispers in your ear, applying the vibrator again.
"if you can kiss me, i'll let you cum, okay baby? no more games." he claims. you whine in response, knowing he's just going to laugh at you again. you can't hold back the way the vibrations bring you closer to the edge again and you whimper, sniffling softly.
gojo looks down at your ruined state and gently grabs your chin, before finally pressing a soft kiss to your lips.
"cum baby, you're allowed to. don't worry, i won't take it away this time."
you whine in response and pant, but he doesn't take it away. instead, he holds it firmly to your clit as your hips bucks and squirm and your breaths grow more into desperate moans. you pant as finally, he lets you cum. your legs shake as he follows you through it, only pulling away once you're satisfied.
gojo kisses the back of your head and squishes your cheeks gently. he leans in to whisper in your ear.
"i'm sorry baby, i just have too much fun. do you wanna do me next?"
˚₊‧⁺˙ 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝓖.𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 ˙⁺‧₊˚
traps fairy!reader in a jar... now you're his greatest obsession.
𝓒𝐰. nerdjo · yandere themes · experimentation ( not on reader ) · creepy satoru · oddly fluffy · stockholm syndrome · worship · slight idolisation · satoru's so whipped it's kinda cute
𔘓 · yandere researcher!nerdjo loved picking apart magical beings. figuring out how they work. how he could use their supernatural capabilities in alchemy and artifice trades alike. he's got magical body parts stuffed in jars and rowed on his shelves. from unicorn horns to vampire teeth, dragon eyes and goblin hands. but above all, he's been awed by the mythical, elusive fairy. he's got an entire taxidermy wall of butterfly wings in dedication to them.
𔘓 · yandere researcher!nerdjo has been obsessed with fairies from a young age. from fairytales to frightening fascination, he's now driven himself mad trying to capture one. he'd honed all of his skills, yet still couldn't get his hands on one… until you came along.
𔘓 · yandere researcher!nerdjo knew that he needed to have you the second he saw you. prancing around the flowers in his garden, pretty and as peaceful as you could be. you even gave him a little smile from your hiding spot. he pretended not to see you, even as his chest fluttered. but in his eyes? you were perfect.
𔘓 · yandere researcher!nerdjo was surprised that the sweet treat on a mushroom top trick worked.
"well, aren't you the prettiest little thing?" he cooed on that fateful day he trapped your wing under his thumb. while you squirmed in the thick blades of grass.
i think shouto is one of those boyfriends who likes to have a little task. he likes when you assign him veggie chopping at dinner time and likes being asked to hold your purse when you’re out.
pathetic sadistic tboy that is so desperate to see you whine and cry in pain, leave bruises on your shaking thighs, burn marks behind your ears and on your nape, but also so so scared to actually cross a boundary. "is this too much?" "can i hit you harder?" "are you sure i can choke you with my boot?" while he's literally shaking from arousal and anticipation
my favourite concept is mouthing along to tiktoks when you’re getting ready for a date and then pulling bakugou into the frame but he doesn’t know you’re recording so he’s letting himself be dragged in and he’s kissing your forehead asking where you put his cologne while you’re dancing.
hey kitten. daddy needs to talk to you. your kink blog is great, but you are not highlighting the words correctly. kitten. stop highlighting. this is shit. did you seriously highlight that period. kitten.
nanami’s human girlfriend, with no knowledge of the sorcerer world, who tightens his tie before he goes on ‘business trips’.
nanami’s girlfriend who leaves little notes in his suit pockets to remind him that he’s loved
nanami’s girlfriend who makes him his favorite foods even when he insists its not necessary.
nanami’s girlfriend who gets showered in kisses the moment he gets home, until he’s breathless and needy, until she’s nothing but giggles-
nanami’s girlfriend who doesn’t understand why he’s been gone for so long… why his phone goes directly to voicemail.
nanami’s girlfriend who doesn’t know what happened in Shibuya, so she holds out hope that tomorrow will be the day he comes through the door with open arms-
nanami’s now ex-girlfriend who loses hope.
the doubts grow too heavy, the silence too loud.
she pictures him on a beach somewhere in the arms of another, his hand on the small of this stranger’s back. just like how he used to hold her.
nanami’s ex-girlfriend who perks up whenever she sees a blonde head in the distance.
nanami’s ex-girlfriend who lays awake at night in the bedroom they used to share and begs -audibly begs- a force unknown in some sort of a twisted prayer for an answer.
nanami’s ex-girlfriend who never finds out.
this has me and @smittenseagull sobbing i want you to know
WE GOT THE FUCKING POLAROID YALL WE FUCKING WON
Imagine Alpha!Ghost who has never once been moved by an omega’s scent. Not a single twitch of interest in all the years he’s been forced to stand in crowded rooms and breathe their scent in.
He’s smelled every combination- cloying florals and bright citruses and dark, earthy things.
And… he feels nothing. No itch under his skin. No pull in his chest. No instinct to knot an omega and fill them full of his pups
He handles his ruts alone, teeth sunk into his own forearm, fist working, mask never lifted even when he’s locked in his quarters with the lights off.
Until he smells you.
Tangerine, bright, sharp, almost sweet enough to make his mouth water. Black tea, dark and tannic. Stereotypical. Nothing worth noting. Until he smells the iron, metallic and thick. Catches a whiff of it and inhales until he’s dizzy with it.
His cock swells so fast it punches the air out of his lungs, thickens against the front of his fatigues until the fabric strains, the head already leaking like a faucet, knot at the base swelling fat. His rut scratches at the back of his head, claws raking, vicious, sudden, feral need that makes his vision tunnel and his hands shake.
It takes everything in him to not drop to his knees right then and there, nose between your thick thighs, lick you clean while you squirmed and bled for him. Iron and tangerine all over his tongue, his mask.
He wants to scent you so thoroughly no one else can smell anything but him. Wants to fuck you through it, knot you deep while you’re still bleeding, keep you plugged full until the cramping stops and the only thing you can feel is the stretch of his cock.
He has to brace a hand on the wall. Has to breathe through his mouth even though it doesn’t help, because the scent is everywhere now, in his nose, in his throat, in the low, involuntary rumble that starts in his chest. The thought of your soft belly and plush hips makes his knot throb again, another thick bead of precome soaking into the cotton.
He wonders if you’d let him. If a nervous little thing like you would let him put you on your back and spread you open, let him bury his face in that iron sweet mess until your thighs shake around his ears, or if you’d fuss and try to close your legs before his big hands pinned you wide and his tongue found the source of it.
Wonders if you’d cry when he finally fucks you, when the knot catches and locks and he keeps you there, breeding you through the blood like some feral thing that’s finally found the only scent worth crawling on his knees for.
Ghost whose hands are trembling as he turns the corner and sees you there. Ghost who gets hard- painfully, humiliatingly hard- from the smell of you on your period.
ghost stuck on an urban mission finding some poor desperate thing in the darkness outside his crappy rented flat, does what he does best and makes a poor judgement call to get his dick wet before the end of the mission.
its nothing, meaningless sex that isn't meant to be anything but fun while he's in town. he plugs his number into your phone so he can keep you on retainer while he's around and doesn't think about you after he's gone.
except you keep texting him, keep him updated on your life. you use the privilege of his phone number to send him pictures of the stay cats around your flat ("simon" your favorite, named before you knew him, you called it fate and he didnt correct you).
you tell him you miss him, and ask when he'll be back.
and fuck if he can turn down an invitation like that, grabbing a plane ticket alongside his leave request so he can surprise the pretty desperate thing that won't stop sending him things you shouldnt.
teasing your loser boyfriend until he cums in his pants is probably your second favorite hobby.
the first?
well, unfortunately that’s being teased by your loser boyfriend.
“come on, baby,” gojo purred, thumb deliberately ghosting right over your sensitive clit instead of on it beneath your skirt. “thought you said you could take it.”
“shut the fuck up,” you hissed, nails digging into his pale forearm as your brain belatedly recognized the familiar click! of the remote hidden in his pocket, the vibrator pulsing inside you kicking up another notch.
was this his payback for making him moan out loud in the middle of geto’s quiet birthday dinner? or for that one time you jerked him off in a bathroom stall and made him walk around stores for an hour with cum in his boxers?
“m’so jealous of that toy right now,” he murmured in your ear, his thigh pressed hard against yours in the restaurant booth as you eyed the bulge outlined in his jeans. he just had to be that couple every time you went out to eat, occupying every atom of your personal space as he gave you that pretty pout of his. “bet you’re squeezing it real tight.”
“i hate you,” you half-whispered, blood rushing to your face as you bit your bottom lip to hide a moan. glancing around anxiously to make sure no one had noticed what a mess he was making of you.
“you adore me.”
and god, when he grinned at you like that, you couldn’t help how close you were, thighs squeezing together as fire roared through your veins, the pressure building and building-
“too bad you’ll have to wait until till we get home to prove it,” he smirked, winking at you as the toy inside you stopped.
“i’m breaking up with you,” you hissed back, flustered and frustrated as you shamelessly squirmed in the seat, chasing friction as the heat in your core started to dissipate.
“good luck,” gojo chuckled. “you’re stuck with me.”
and apparently with a vibrator in you for the rest of your meal.
