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Touchy!König who constantly makes you sit on his lap when you're trying to watching a movie just so he can trace and pick with parts of your skin.
Touchy!König who comes up behind you when your cooking dinner. His hands snake towards your stomach locking together as he plants sweet kisses your neck and nibbles on your earlobe.
Touchy!König who convinces you that sleeping over at his house is more important and that he'll make up whatever money you lost for coming in late to work that day.
Touchy!König who enjoys sharing a shower with you because he gets to properly examine your body. He won't keep his hands to himself, he's lathering you up making sure to cup and fondle your chest.
Touchy!König who let's you lay on his chest listening to his heartbeat while he plays with your hair and mumbles sweet nothings in German.
Touchy!König who plants a kiss on your forehead as you sleep knowing you'll be safe from the harm of the outside world.
#.jupiter writing#[fun fact I actually hate this format of writing and I'm not sure why I chose to do this]#.drabble#.König#könig x reader#könig drabble#könig fluff#[ i especially hate writing these types of fics bc my phone saves the word I repeat and its so annoying]#könig x you#könig x male reader#könig headcanons#cod x reader#cod fluff#cod x male reader#cod x female reader#cod x gn!reader
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gojo knows he's far from boyfriend material, especially when it comes to his job: late nights, early mornings, the constant threat of death lingering over his head. it's a less than ideal situation, so he's never been surprised when nobody wants to stay; when the going gets tough, they always tap out and he's become so jaded that it stopped bothering him a long time ago.
so it surprises him when you stay. you, with your gentle heart and gentler hands and even gentler loving, stay. he comes home and finds you waiting for him, dozing on the couch, wearing one of his sweaters (too big for you, swallowing you whole in black cotton). he comes home to find you cooked dinner, left him a plate on the counter, covered in tin foil to keep it warm. he comes home to find you sitting at the dining table, first aid kit in front of you to clean him up after a fight.
he's never had someone to come home to before, not this many times at least. it goes on like this for months and even when he knows for sure that you would never leave this home permanently, he always finds himself worrying that one day you will, that one day you'll realize you deserve better, deserve more than what he can give you. but he keeps coming home and you keep staying and he hopes it goes on forever.
© keigologies 2023. do not translate, copy, or repost my work on any site.
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You asked for ghost requests?
I got an idea for Phantom cause from the clips I've seen. He's like a high-energy puppy.
Relaxing with his partner after a concert, and he's sleepy as he comes down from the high of performing or he still has unspent energy leftover. So two options: soft sleepy smexy times or doing it to release the rest of his energy. Feel free to choose either one.
can attest to the puppy energy !! he was all over the stage in austin and it was the cutest thing i’ve ever seen actually i was giggling at the barricade like a little schoolgirl
anyways bc phantom is SOOOO my baby why not both
sleepy and soft.
say he comes back to the hotel room and once he’s freshly showered, he’s got you in his arms, relaxed in bed and chatting about anything that comes to mind. the adrenaline, all that octane, has burned through him and smothered itself out, but still, he has this urgent need to feel you entirely. he kisses you soft and slow, pressing you back into the plush pillows. when he moves to kiss you neck, little fangs dragging lightning across your skin, you try to tell him he just showered, so he shouldn’t work up another sweat. he doesn’t listen to you, of course, just nips at the junction between your shoulder and neck, the soft skin pricking hotly, and whispers that he needs you.
and because you’ve always been weak to him, you let him shimmy you out of your pajamas and take you as he pleases. his hips roll against yours deliciously, agonizingly slow, but each press of his cock against that spot inside you that only he knows how to get to makes it worth it. his mouth is everywhere, muttering praises into your skin and swallowing up each noise of yours that dares to rise abovea soft moan. he makes sure you come first, as he always does, and his release follows just seconds after. his body eases into yours, skin against skin, breaths mingling between you. he refuses to pull out of you for quite sometime, but you don't complain (you never complain) because he fills you in ways undescribable, an otherworldly feeling of completion.
but he is thoroughly exhausted, sleepiness settling heavy into his very bones. he does get up eventually to clean you up and redress you, but each motion is slow-going, syrupy and languid and perfect. he takes you into his arms again the second he's back in bed, whispers of love confessions falling on deaf ears as you let the remnants of his warmth inside you lull you to sleep.
pent-up.
he doesn't bother to shed his clothes or shower first, doesn't even bother to kick off his shoes. the second he sees you in the hotel room, he's getting himself out of the offending mask and sealing you in a kiss that is all teeth and tongue and spit. it's a way you have him often, messy and fumbling, but that always drives the experience of letting him have you from perfect to life-altering.
he barely gets himself out of his boots, his pants, or even you out of your own clothes, soaked with the sweat of yourself and the people you'd been with in the pit that night, crushed against the barricade. he gets you on all fours on the bed and slips inside without much of a fight, his cock straining against the slick of your walls. the pace he sets is brutal and it has you keening loudly; you're certain you'll have a noise complaint before he's even halfway decided to be done using you tonight.
his hands press bruises into your skin, claws digging deep into the plush of everywhere he can reach. the bite of each pinprick has your eyes rolling into the back of your head, a delicious haze filling your head until all you can think of is his name and the earth-shattering way his hips drive into your ass. he pulls you up by the back of your neck, tongue sliding against the shell of your ear as he asks you who your body belongs to, who gets to use it as they please (it's yours, phantom. all yours, comes your reply, each syllable broken and stuttered). and when he's content with your answers, he pushes you down into the mattress, his hand pressing your back into a perfect arch just for him.
he overstimulates you, focused on nobody's pleasure, just on getting that livewire of energy out of himself. you're lucky he doesn't make you count how many times you come because you lose count after three. and when his rutting finally comes to an end, it's almost as agonizing to not have him inside of you as it is for him to keep fucking you. you're so limp and foggy that it makes him giggle hazily himself, proud to have been the progenitor of your undoing.
he'll do it again after the next concert too, he tells you, so don't worry your pretty little head. he knows how much you adore being brainless for him and it'd be awfully despicable of him to deny you that pleasure.
#phantom x reader#phantom ghoul x reader#ghost x reader#the band ghost x reader#the band ghost smut#phantom smut#nameless ghoul x reader#nameless ghoul smut#.thebandghost#.phantom#.smut#.drabble
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-don’t want to be away
⇝ izuku midoriya x reader | fluff fluff fluff
⇝ word count: 1k
⇝ a/n: wtf this is way longer than i meant it to be i just wanted a small blurb to get out my thoughts of izuku😭
⇝ synopsis: izuku is very very clingy when he's tired
you’re on the couch reading the new book you just bought when izuku comes home. the tv is on in the background, channel flipped to some random cartoon that you vaguely recognize from when you were a kid. you had just turned to a new page when you hear the distant sound of keys jingling, and then the front door opens.
you check the time, noticing it’s a little later than usual, and then your eyes move to watch him trudge through the door. when his eyes meet yours, he gives you a tired smile that isn’t quite as radiant as his others but just as sweet, and he toes off his shoes.
you fold the top right corner of the page you’re on in your book. “long day?”
he sighs, unzipping his costume and beginning to strip as he pads along to you. “somewhat.”
your heart squeezes for him. izuku — deku — who gives and gives and rarely takes. you know your eyes are sad. “aw, baby.” pushing your book to the side, you open your arms wide for him. “come here.”
izuku complies without hesitation, down to just his boxers, costume laying on the floor behind him. you know he’ll clean it up later. he settles on top of you, wrapping his arms around your middle and resting his head on your chest. your own arms go around him, head resting on top of his, unruly curls tickling your chin. he lets out a deep sigh, nuzzling into you and squeezing your body once. “hi baby.”
you smile. “hey izu.” your hand is running through his hair, careful not to pull on the tangled spots and you give him a kiss on the crown of his head.
he hums, “how was your day?”
you explain to him everything you did, although you had already updated him throughout the day with various texts and pictures, and he you. he still listens to every word you say, nodding his head and humming along, eventually falling asleep on you. you listen to his soft snores, smiling to yourself about how much you love him. his weight feels so comforting on you.
it’s a little while later when you need to pee, so you try to gently detach him from your body, maneuvering him as best as you can with how much he weighs with all those big muscles.
you know your attempts at gently moving him have failed though when he starts to stir, eyes opening revealing a beautiful viridescent. "baby?" he sits up and yawns, extending his arms out past his head to stretch. "what..." a cute yawn interrupts him. "what are you doing?"
“go to bed, izu." you cup his face to peck his forehead, moving to pull away but then stopped by his arms wrapping around you. he rests his head on your stomach, giving it a kiss.
"where are you going?" he mumbles against you.
"i gotta use the bathroom."
"okay." he hums, still not letting go of you.
you stifle a laugh, running a hand through his har. "you need ta let go of me in order for me to do that."
"...oh." reluctantly, he removes himself from your body, looking up at you with a sheepish smile.
you laugh harder this time, causing his smile to grow bigger. "be right back."
moving over to the bathroom, you flick the lights on, settling on the toilet. you're there for at least ten seconds before the door opens again, and in comes izuku, still shirtless, still pantsless. you ogle him as he struts in like its the most normal thing ever, and you don't even say anything as the hunk of man plops on the floor in front of you, crossing his legs.
"...izuku?!"
"yeah?" he scoots closer to you, yawning again and covering his mouth.
"um. what... are you doing?"
he only blinks owlishly at you, sleep still obvious in his eyes. "im waiting for you to finish."
your eyes widen, and you don’t know whether to laugh or be confused. “you couldn’t wait in the bedroom?”
he throws that smile at you. the smile that melts your heart and your defenses. the smile that makes you fall in love all over again every time. “i didn’t want to be away from you.”
your heart fills with even more love than you thought possible.
as you finish up, izuku alternates between watching your every move and smacking his head on the wall as he falls asleep.
you shake your head, chuckling softly as you look at him, his eyes half closed. "izu?"
he blinks a couple of times, coming back to reality. "hmm?"
"you wanna take a shower?" you reach out your hand to help him up, and his own — large and warm — swallows yours. he stands, muscles rippling. he doesn't answer, instead using his arm to pull you into him, and you land against his chest with an oof. he hugs you close to him, resting his head in the crook of your neck and breathing in deeply. his skin is warm against you.
you bring your own arms around him. "you're awfully clingy tonight, aren't you?"
"that’s cause i just love you so much." he kisses your head.
you smile. "love you too." you stay like this with him for what you assume is a few minutes, and once you think he's fallen asleep again on you, you bring up taking a shower again.
"later," he answers.
"you mean tomorrow?"
"tomorrow."
"okay, baby." you detach yourself from him, heart warming at the whine he lets out and how he tries to reconnect. you place your hand on his chest, pushing him back. "let's go to bed, izu."
he nods his head, and you grab his hand once again, shutting the lights and leading the way out to the bedroom. izuku obediently follows you and squeezes your hand.
you strip and settle into the comfortable bed with him, his legs tangling with yours. you end up on his chest and he's holding you tight like if he lets go you might just disappear.
it's silent for a few minutes until you hear him mutter a thank you.
you blink. "for what?"
"for... being here. loving me. letting me love you."
you melt. "of course. you know you don't have to thank me for that. if anything, thank you izuku. thank you." a moment passes.
"i love you."
"i love you too."
#izuku x reader#deku x reader#midoriya x reader#midoriya izuku x reader#bnha x reader#mha x reader#izuku drabble#deku drabble#mha drabble#deku fluff#izuku fluff#.izuku#.drabble#.izuku drabble
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i have been laughing my ass off all day at these setsubun day videos and all i can think is that nanami would do this for his kids too
obviously he wants his children to learn about japanese culture, along with the danish bits he got from his mom, so he decides to dress up.
what he didnt anticipate was your daughter’s reaction.
she takes one look at him in the mask and just takes off running and screaming at the top of her lungs. doesn’t even look at yuuji (yes he’s here too, he’s adopted) when he tries to give her the bowl of soybeans to throw at him, just immediately takes off.
you’re trying to call her name in between giggles but all you hear in response is her screaming as she moves around the house. you’re really trying to keep it together since you’re recording for your family back home but you lose it once she’s back within eyesight.
she managed to do a loop around the house, picked up one of your slippers in the process, and was heading straight for nanami. continues to ignore yuuji and the bowl of soybeans, choosing to start smacking nanami with your slipper.
nanami, goes bless his heart, just takes it like a champ. dont get me wrong, he’s so surprised his sweet angel baby girl started attacking him but he instantly starts cowering. backing up and trying to open the door with one hand while she keeps smacking him and he tries not to laugh.
finally he manages to get out the door and your daughter finally stops yelling. just standing there huffing and puffing at the door while you and yuuji try to regain your composure. she still keeps the slipper on her in case he’s coming back.
a moment later nanami steps back in with his hair disheveled and some little red indents on his face (from where she smacked the mask into him). your daughter instantly brightens up and runs to him arms wide open.
“papa I scared away away a demon!”
he lets out a laugh and bends down to scoop her up, “is that who i saw running out of here? he seemed pretty scared coco, you must have done a really good job”
she just beams up at him, “i did my best papa! because you told me to be brave and protect mama when you’re not here!”
nanami just melts and gives her such a loving look before pressing his lips to her forehead, “you did so well coco, i’m so proud.”
tiktoks that inspired this: (x) (x) (x) (x)
#.txt#.nanami#.mine#.drabble#jjk nanami#kento nanami#nanami kento#nanami x you#nanami kento x reader#nanami kento x you#nanami x reader#nanami fluff#nanami kento fluff#that last video is the funniest one#cause that child deadass just starts beating the dad with a stick#like in all honesty that is exactly what your child would do#she does not fuck around#this was rough as hell but it made me giggle so i wrote it
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A Dazai prompt who lives with his fem s/o and on hot humid summer days she likes to wander around the house half naked. Probably with only underwear and a lose tank top, and it gets him worked up ❤️
Dazai knew very well that if he did not die earlier of natural causes, it would not be far-fetched to think that you’d be the death of him, and he would not even blame you for it, because how could he?
Summer has always been his last favourite season: the heat, the humidity, the cicadas singing, the sheer audacity of clothes not being fresh enough to wallow in - all of it was annoying at best. The walls of the house did little to temper the rays of sun illuminating the surroundings, nor they did any favours to the pools of sweat that Dazai thought would accrue under his body, as he sprawled on the floor trying to catch that lonely feeling of coolness emanating from the surface.
It was humid, it was sweltering and Dazai’s mind had been reeling with possible scenarios of how the heat would affect him, and his poisonous mind (even if he likes to pretend otherwise).
Silently, you agreed on the sentiment. Summer was a nightmare - and there was no way to wake up and forget the absurd storyline coming with it. The sweat oozing out, and the mosquitos flying up and about were as appealing as a knife to the gut, and even that seemed as good as it got, if it earned a trip to the hospital.
Desperation reeked sweet.
Taking off your bra, and putting a oversized, flimsy top on on top of your panties felt like a blessing from above. It was liberating in the most primal of senses, air caressing clammy skin.
But before it could get better, and before you could draw a breath, not of heat and earth warmth and consistently stifling in your lungs, you felt two arms wrap around your hips, jerking you towards a slender body.
The oxygen seemed to seep out of touch. Grasping at the straws of it, you squirmed around, which got you nothing in the first place and then some. Dazai came down to first burrow his fluffy head in your shoulder, inhaling the scent of seawater and summer fruits, peppering the skin with light kisses and nose rubs.
You sighed, conscious enough of his slender legs trying to open yours, your ass pressing on his thighs and … oh. You felt, more than saw, the way a cheeky smile carved itself out of Dazai’s pretty mouth.
“You walk around like that, and expect me to stay still and quiet while my cock creates havoc in my already too tight pants?” Dazai drawled, and there were shivering littering your spine, as the man behind you started grinding, not too forcefully but with just a press of hips on you. It was torture. It was bliss.
You found yourself sticking out your rear even more.
“You don’t make things easy, do you?” He whispered right to your ear, a hand wrapping around your neck and gently squeezing, your head thrown back and his half-masted cock straining not to breach fabric.
The delicious friction drew a breathless hitch out of you, as Dazai’s other hand explored the underneath of your shirt, lazily circling one breast, then the other - never giving too much or too little attention. It drove you crazy.
“Dazai…,” you hissed, grabbing his hip and pushing it towards yourself, his ever growing shaft making a delicious friction against you. You despaired in your bold decision of keeping the panties on.
“Next time I find you out for everyone to see like this, I’m taking you right here at that moment,” Dazai threatened, mouth against the shell of your ear.
And if your pussy gave a deliciously empty throb to the words, no one was there to see it.
#bsd x reader#dazai osamu#bsd smut#bsd scenarios#dazai x fem reader#dazai osamu smut#dazai osamu x reader#dazai smut#dazai x reader#bungo stray dogs smut#bungo stray dogs x reader#.drabble
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Ohhh it's so hard to pick one, I see what everyone else was saying now...
🦷+ Leon, please? :)
🦷 Bite down on this
"This is going to hurt," Piers says grimly. "I can tell you that from experience."
Leon laughs raggedly, eyes too wide in his face, pupils so, so dark. "Just get it over with. We'll match."
Chris tightens the tourniquet above Leon's right elbow, the man spasming at the pain, the pressure. "We really need to talk about your sense of humor."
Leon just laughs again, already peaky in the face as he glances down at his arm, at the rebar that has him pinned to the poured concrete floor, the curve of it locking him in place and keeping him from sliding off the metal. There's no time to look for bolt-cutters, the building already shivering under their feet.
"It's fine to pass out," Chris says as Piers gets to his feet, jogs across the room to bust open the glass case holding the fire axe with his elbow. "I can throw you over my shoulder without a problem, alright?"
"No bridal carry?" Leon asks, and he's laughing again, higher pitched, panicked, edging on hysterical.
Piers grabs the axe and darts back to Leon's side as Chris adjusts him so that his arm is fully extended, perfectly bared. He hefts the axe with a shaky breath, making eye contact with Leon and reading the distant horror there with sickness and grief in his throat.
Chris presses his belt to Leon's mouth, says, "Bite down on this."
Leon grins up at Piers sharp and savage. "Don't miss."
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no quirks au, fluff, crackfic
It's an innocuous Tuesday afternoon when Katsuki says, "We should get married."
Izuku blinks as he processes the words, turning down the volume on the tv. He hangs his head over the arm of the couch to look at his roommate. Katsuki is stirring something in a pot on the stove.
"Oh, are you thinking of proposing to Hanta?" he asks. "That's great, Kacchan!"
"What? No." Katsuki scowls. "Why the fuck would I be proposing to him?"
Izuku furrows his brow in confusion. "Because… you're dating him?"
"I sure as fuck am not."
"Then…?" Izuku is completely lost. "But you spend a lot of time with him!"
"Deku. I hang with him to smoke and get high. That's it." Katsuki turns down the heat on whatever it is he's making and turns to face Izuku, crossing his arms. "Besides, he's been pining for Prince Icemelt for years now."
"Ah." Izuku had wondered about that. He hadn't wanted to say anything because Katsuki is his best friend and his happiness is more important to Izuku than just about anything, but he'd been sure Hanta and Shouto were carrying torches for each other.
Turns out he was correct.
Anyway. If Katsuki isn't dating Hanta, and therefore not thinking about proposing to him, Izuku is right back to where he started in his confusion.
"So if you're not proposing to Hanta," he asks, "then who were you talking about?"
Katsuki runs a hand over his face with a sigh. "I was talking to you, you idiot," he says, and Izuku feels his heart skip a beat. "We should get married."
"But…" Izuku still doesn't understand. He feels like he's missing something. A step or two in the development of where they are as roommates to spouses. "Why?"
Not that he doesn't want to marry Katsuki! In fact, if Izuku were held at gunpoint and asked who he'd be happy to spend the rest of his life in happily wedded bliss with, Katsuki would be his immediate answer.
Hm. Maybe Katsuki is onto something here.
"Why not?" Katsuki throws back. He goes back to the food. "We've known each other forever, we live together, and there's really no one else I can see myself spending the rest of my life with.
"Plus," he adds, "you'd look good with my ring on your finger. And my last name."
"Izuku Bakugou," Izuku murmurs aloud, tasting it. It does have a nice ring to it. "I could get used to that."
"So is that a yes, nerd?" Katsuki grins at him.
Izuku pretends to think about it, getting up from the couch and padding over to wrap his arms around Katsuki's waist.
"Hm, I don't know, Kacchan." He stands on his tiptoes to hook his chin over Katsuki's shoulder. "We aren't even dating."
"We basically are," Katsuki argues, and if Izuku thinks about it—living together, going out together, taking care of each other—he can't refute it.
"Does that mean i'd get to kiss you?" Izuku asks, eyes tracing the sharp line of Katsuki's jaw to his mouth. He wonders if it's as soft as it looks, plush and peachy.
Katsuki turns his head, and Izuku finds out that yes. yes it is.
"So? How about it, Freckles?" Katsuki asks, turning back to the food like he hadn't just kissed Izuku like it was something they'd been doing for years. "You wanna marry me or not?"
Izuku hugs him tighter and tucks his face into the crook of Katsuki's neck, inhaling the spicy scent of his cologne. It smells like comfort, and home, and he thinks there was never any other answer.
"Yeah, Kacchan," he says. "I think I wanna marry you."
#bkdk#bakudeku#twinstarsiesfics#.drabble#i love cute crackfic ideas that are completely unrealistic <3
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Aether.
Spoilers for the “We will be reunited. Chapter 1 : IV”
Aether gets noticeably possessive over you after his little adventure with Dainsleif.
You noticed it first when he seemed more hesitant to let go of your hand when he left for commission. Or whenever you woke up in the middle of night to see him just staring at you, twirling a piece or hair or caressing your face.
“Aether?” You whispered to him.
He seemed to snap out of a daze and gently smiled to you. “Yes [Name]?” You blinked at him and huffed.
“You were doing it again,”
“Doing what?”
“Reminiscing over your sister.”
He was taken aback, golden eyes widening a little then guiltily looked away. You both laid there for a little while then he looked back at you and pulled you two closer his head going to your neck.
“We were reunited, but only for a moment. And-“ his throat tightened. “And she left me. She left me alone.” His hands clawed at your back.
“A-and,” he sniffled “What if you leave me the same way? What if you turned your back to me when I-” he was breathing a little heavily now, warm tears dripping onto you.
“I’m not going to leave you,” you caressed his head gently whispering reassurances to him. This went on till he calmed down enough to fall asleep in your arms and you followed suit not long after him.
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I went home for the weekend to talk to my sister about shit and she told be to write smut then post it n see where it goes. This definitely isn’t smut lol but maybe later haha.
I’ve also been wanting to write a drabble based off “I see the light” from the movie tangled. But idk if I should write it with Xiao or Aether.
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Something about Ghost with a sir kink.
He secretly gets off to his favorite new rookie who'd get on their hands and knees to please him.
"Can I fetch you some water sir?" "Is there anything I can do to help you sir?" "Anything to pleasure you sir!"
He notices the slight glimmer in your eye with that last line. It's only a matter of time before he pulls you into his office and has you bent over draining the cum from his balls.
#.jupiter writing#.drabble#.simon “ghost” riley#simon riley smut#ghost smut#ghost drabble#[L0L just a little blurb]
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this is wrong, so wrong, and alhaitham knows it, but he can't do anything to stop it. he won't, not when it feels so good, so perfect despite the perverseness because how can something like this possibly be bad when it feels heavenly?
language escapes him when he looks down at you, knelt so beautifully between his legs, your throat taking his cock so well it nearly makes him short circuit. your tongue, your mouth work him over so entirely he can't help but think this is something you were made for this, for him.
but it's not possessiveness that overtakes him, it's piety. and it's you who he's worshipping, panting out your name like a prayer, a near beg to give him the release he's so desperately in need of. and you do, you give it to him. he finds that he doesn't need words when this is the language you're sharing right now, primal and unbridled pleasure.
© keigologies 2023. do not translate, copy, or repost my work on any site.
#starblazernet#alhaitham#alhaitham x reader#alhaitham smut#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact smut#genshin x reader#genshin smut#.drabble#.smut#.alhaitham#did i use a hozier song as inspo?? well ... yes !!
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pairing steve harrington / gn!reader genre romance, fluff warnings steve is a sweetie
you really hadn't meant to fall asleep, really. you were supposed to just be studying, but steve had convinced you to do your assigned reading in bed and because it's steve, nothing could ever go the way you planned it; he's always had too much power over you like that.
when you open your eyes, the sun has long since set; the clock on your bedside table declares just a little bit after ten pm. you inhale deeply, stretching your legs, toes brushing against steve's calf. shifting to get a little more comfortable, you look up and see steve is stirring too.
his arms tighten around you and he groans sleepily, pressing his cheek into your hair. "did we fall asleep?"
you flush at his groggy just woke up voice (doesn't matter how often you hear it, it'll always have an effect on you), thanking god he's still trying to fight to stay asleep. you hum in assent, not wanting to move your head and disturb your cute boyfriend. "yeah... i think so."
steve hums and lets out a sigh, going quiet afterwards and you think for a moment that he's gone right back to sleep. you wouldn't put it past him.
"what time is it?" his words are warm against your hairline. when you tell him, he laughs silently a few times before tethering you to him even more. "let's just go back to sleep."
you want to protest, but you are still tired and the homework you were supposed to be working on isn't due until next week anyways. so you snuggle in close, shut your eyes, and let his breath lull you back into the dark.
© lskisms 2023. do not translate, copy, or repost my work on any site.
#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington fluff#stranger things x reader#stranger things fluff#.drabble#.steve#.strangerthings
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it’s 12 am and izuku gets a case of the munchies so he orders some food and he asks u if u want some. you say no bc you made some noodles earlier and say you’re kinda full but he knows you and he repeatedly asks if ure sure and ur like yeah you’re sure. and then when the food gets there ur watching him eat bc it smells so damn good and he’s side eyeing you the whole time with that look of his bc he knows what you’re thinking. you try to sneak some little bits from him and he pretends he doesn’t know even though he knows that you know that he knows. and u somehow end up on his lap with one of his arms around you eating most of it while the show both of u guys are currently watching together plays in the background. he even hand feeds you at one point or another, and you just don’t talk about it. and izuku doesn’t tell you that he just ordered extra anyways because he knew this would happen. not that he’s complaining.
#i was eating burger king and shared some with my bro bc he was hungry#and ofc i was also thinking abt izuku (when am i not) while eating and thought of this totally happen#lol i love him#marry me izuku!#izuku drabble#mha drabble#izuku blurb#mha blurb#bnha drabble#bnha blurb#deku x reader#izuku x reader#mha x reader#deku drabble#midoriya x reader#mha#.izuku#.kc writes#.drabble
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Nagato stares at a body vacant of spirit, of its dignity, thumbs trailing over the curves of its cheekbones, down into the pockets sectioned beneath. Oh, how he has defiled this corpse in the pursuit of the unattainable. The skin without any blood to swell and scar around the entry point of his heavenly rods. Really it's no different with leather with how the exterior felt like paper and it never calloused when in use.
"I apologize," he whispers into those pale orange locks, as he has done an unquantifiable amount of times before," I promised to let you rest, yet I cannot leave you."
The lavender burdens seated in Nagato's skull scanned over this body, almost wishing it could spare a portion of its ability to be selfish one last time in his life and spin a soul into a vessel long abandoned by its owner. A modicum of stupid belief that the body could perform such a miracle on its own, step into the heels of destiny manifested in flesh, and hug those long dead arms around the Uzumaki once more.
To want such a thing is futile in a world bereft of divinity. So, instead Nagato laid to rest the body back on its altar; the only option available for his long passed companion.
"Happy birthday, Yahiko."
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hey could you write with mycroft who is needy but the reader and him are in his office?
You have to swat his hands one, two, three times away from your waist before scowling annoyingly at Mycroft’s stern face, lined with absolute deadpan - and being his greatest asset, as he’d lie straight in your face and you wouldn’t know it.
But this time is different: Mycroft just tugs at you, wanting you to sit on his lap while he looks over official documents you likely should not be even aware exist, wanting to feel you close. He grabs at your thighs, your ass, your shoulders and it does not put him to an ease.
“Mycroft…,” you call out, but he’s perfectly capable of doing two separate things at the same time, and ignoring something he likely does not want to hear is not more difficult that nailing a distance target with a weapon of choice. You try again calling out, but he just just deposits you on his thighs, and wounds like a cobra around your middle, making you unable to move, less even stand.
He nips at your bare skin, as his eyes continue following the words on the documents - and his fingers trace silently the path of sun through the valleys of your body. He hovers over your nipples, making them harden unconsciously, only to proceed further down, hips bruising at the strength on the grip.
His cock is hard under you, and Mycroft moves his hips tentatively, a soft huff leaving his lips. He grinds and rocks against your body, not caring one bit of looking as deliciously smitten, gone, ambitiously clingy. Mycroft is not one to really care about appearances, after all.
It stops once there is a knock on the door, and you know Mycroft is so close to snap and grab your wrists in his hands, just to mercilessly fuck you raw.
When he answers, his voice stays steady.
“Yes?”
“Mr. Holmes, the official report has just come in…,” you do not hear the rest, as Mycroft tightens the hold on you and tries his best to understand how exactly he is going to work through his boner, without you giving any ounce of help.
#ynm smut#Mycroft Holmes#mycroft holmes x reader#mycroft holmes smut#mycroft smut#ynm x reader#yuukoku no moriarty x reader#yuukoku no moriarty#mtp x reader#mtp smut#.drabble
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