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sensitive-neuvi-enthusiast · 6 months

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can you prettyyyy please write a little piece abt best friends older brother choso n sucking him off n fucking him till ur both overstimulated :(( 💔💔

Oh boy can I, sucking him off and overstimulation are one of my two favorite things ♡

Sucking and fucking your best friends older brother until you're both overstimulated. NSFW. gn!reader.

A/N: I kinda went ham and its...long.

You and your best friend had been friends since you started college. Sharing a dorm but soon transitioned into sharing an apartment. There were lots of things you loved about your best friend. Cleanliness, kindness, humor; but most importantly? The brother. Choso. He was a sweetheart, cute. Would always blush and stutter when you were around.

You didn't see him too often, only when he paid your best friend a visit. And today just happened to be one of those days. You admit. You'd liked him for a while and have had you fair share of..wet dreams about him. And you were pretty certain he thought about you too. His eyes would always linger a little bit longer than they should. And yet you two continued to dance around it, but not anymore. You were changing all of that today.

"Hey, we're out flour. And I need it to make the cake for later." You said, nonchalant. Hoping your best friend would offer to run to the store and grab some. "I...can get it." Choso said quietly.

"Actually, I needed your opinion on something, so I'd like you to stay here." He seemed confused but agreed, your best friend leaving the two of you alone.

"What did you ne-ah!" He yelped, just now noticing how close you'd gotten. Your hands messed with the ends of his shirt. "What I need, is your big dick inside me. Do you have any objections?" You opted to go the more direct route. Leaving no room for confusion. Choso immediately sucked in a breath, feeling his dick harden in his pants. Was this real? He would've pinched himself but the feel of your nails dragging along his stomach was all he needed. He nodded. "No..objections."

"Good." You gave him a smile before undoing his pants. Sliding them down his thighs, along with yourself, until you were eye level with his thick cock. You licked your lips, eyeing the beads of precum that already formed at the tip. "U-Um," he started but immediately hissed when he felt you kitten-lick his tip. Collecting what sticky liquid leaked out and pulled it back into your mouth. "Fuck-" he breathed, tentatively resting his hand in your hair. You hummed in approval before slowly slipping the tip into your mouth. Suckling as the sticky liquid glued itself to your tongue.

"Oh-oh fuck, keep doing that." He spoke softly, smoothing out your hair. And so you did, suckling on his tip until eventually he started to push more of himself in your mouth. Your tongue wrapped around his length, paying special attention to the veins that lined the underside of his cock. "God-your mouth is so warm, so wet." Choso grunted, his fingers now threading into your hair as he guided you. Moving you up and down his length, groaning low in his throat the further down you went. Until, eventually, you bottomed out. Your nose pressed flush against his pelvis, buried in the tufts of black hair.

"Mmm-fuck, give me a minute-i just-fuck." He held you there, breathing harshly through his nose as he tried his best not to cum. His body shook, his hips itching to thrust himself forward.

Your throat bobbed, contracting around his length and making him hiss. With one more breath, he finally let go. Giving you free rein to suck his cock like you wanted. And you did.

Obscene sucking noises filled the room, your chokes and gags mixing along with it. "Fuck-fuck-your mouth, God. It's better than I imagined." His hands framed your face, keeping your hair out of the way so he could watch his dick disappear past your lips. It was erotic. It was too much and he found himself stilling his hips, shooting ropes of his sticky seed down your throat. Eyes closed and head tilted back as he road out the orgasm. But you didn't stop, your mouth still sucking him in.

"W-Wait...that's, I just came-i can't, oh fuck-" hot searing pleasure shot through his veins, eyes crossing as he thrusted his limp-now hardening, dick into your mouth. But your goal wasn't to suck him off again. So when he was hard once more, you pulled off with a pop. Ignoring the confusion on his face as you dragged him to the couch, pushing him to sit. Climbing immediately on his lap before you seated yourself on him.

"What are y-oh my God, oh-s'tight...fuuck." he groaned, pulling your body flush against his as he tried to breathe. The stimulation already too much for his poor cock. But you didn't give him that time. Immediately angling yourself to bounce up and down on his cock. His arms tightened around you as he whined. Mumbling 's'too much' and 'please keep going' over and over. His thick cock reaching deep inside you, pressing all the right spots to have you shake, stilling as you came all over him and yourself. "Squeezing me s'tight, gonna make me-" He choked, his dick spilling yet another load inside you. And it still wasn't enough.

You gathered up strength and started to bounce on his poor, limp dick. Fresh tears formed in his eyes as he told you it was too sensitive. That he couldn't cum again.

"Can't...can't cum anymore, please you-oh god, fuck me. Squeezing me like that-" He held tight to your body, thrusting up into you as his mind soon entered a fuzzy aroused state. Where his body tingled from the overstimulation but it felt good. "Gonna cum...yes yes, m'gonna cum. With me, please. Cum with m-" He broke off into a sob, shooting barely any cum inside you, his balls already being drained. His broken whining and sobbing had you cuming moments later, your body falling limp against him.

"One more," you mumbled, hips shifting slowly.

You didn't care that your best friend could be home any minute. Could possibly catch you riding Choso like a damned monster. All you could think about was taking all his cum. Milkin him for all he's worth.

#jjk smut #jjk x y/n #jjk x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen choso #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #choso x reader #choso kamo #jjk choso #choso #choso smut #lovelies requests

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sopuu · 2 months

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Imma be real for a second and say I love the way Jesse has scars on your art??? Love it when someone gives a character who's been through a lot of physical (and mental) trauma some kind of scar. It just emphasizes to me that they went through that. And the effects of that stay with them.

Sorry I'm rambling

Tldr mmm scar art prettyyyy

exactly!! jesse’s gone through so much that i’d be surprised if he didn’t have any scars. and i like to think he’s confident enough to show them off not as injuries to his body but as a part of who he is, like a collection of experiences and battles he’s overcome. hence why i have his sleeves rolled up most of the time (and also rolled sleeves…so gender…)

he’s got a bunch of other scars i never get to show off so here’s some scar headcanons as a treat! i wanted to give each major one a backstory so it’s not just there for aesthetics. the others are normal battle scars tho

ramblings about the f-bomb scar and the face scar under the cut bc there’s a lot oops. ty for the ask!

can we talk about the damage the f-bomb did to him in game. or the lack of damage even. because there’s no way this man got out of a close explosion from the strongest bomb with ONLY ringing ears for a few seconds?? not that im complaining i’m glad he’s okay bfjkfh

either the order’s armour is made of impressively strong cloth and metal or minecraft block people are very tolerant to damage. although the logical explanation would probably be the damage can’t be shown realistically within the limitations of a minecraft game (not just on the pg side of things but also they are. made of a few pixels) idk it’s something interesting to think about lore/game development wise

if it weren’t for canon depictions i’d probably have the scar cover half of his body,, but i like keeping designs close to canon depictions so a big shoulder scar it is! i had it cover more of his back since he turns when being fished down to try and shield himself

as for the face scar! i’ve debated for a long time whether to have that as the origin bc i thought it was too cruel but it stayed in the end- it’s probably the hardest one he’s had to overcome despite it being the smallest major scar. every time he looks in the mirror he’s reminded of how he failed reuben. how can it be that he only gets a small scrape while his best friend loses his life? all because of jesse’s mistakes?

some OLD art incoming so shield your eyes but these are a few doodles exploring that! i was also testing the f-bomb scar on the face for funsies

eventually though, as he learns to accept his many scars he comes to see this one as a mark of the turning point of his life, both the good and the bad, and how much reuben and jesse meant to each other that they faced the world’s end together, knowing full well of the consequences. in a sense he carries reuben’s memory through that scar :]

anyways this is so long i’ll shut up now LOL

#asks #mcsm jesse #sopuuart #my doodles

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speirslore · 1 month

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when you get hurt hcs [officers + roe]

a/n: requested <3 usually in my writing the reader is implied to be a part of easy company in a vague way bc i know ppl have different preferences but some of these include getting shot (not graphic or anything) so ig that implies they're on the front lines

lmk if you would like to be on my taglist! @ronsparky @bcon24 @blueberry-ovaries @1waveshortofashipwreck

[dick winters]

you hit your head prettyyyy hard, and you're out of it, probably definitely concussed

it happens right in front of dick and he tries really hard to keep calm

he wants to be strong and level-headed for you

shows more obvious affection then any of the men have ever seen from him; pets your hair, holds your hand, is always by your side

he immediately gets you a medic and transported to an aid station and doesn’t want to leave you

but when dick's back with easy, he gets uncharacteristically easily angry and frustrated...

he gets quiet and withdrawn and a little snappy with zelensky and nix... and they both immediately know why

whenever he can go see you, he's there.. he even gets behind on all his paperwork (but nix offers to help)

which dick is hesitant to accept for many reasons, he feels guilty, like he's not focusing on his duties but lew is always good at keeping the reports concise lol

very fragile with you, he isn't underestimating you but he just absolutely does not want to push you or hurt you

is a stickler for the rules, follows absolutely everything the doctor says

he has to wake you up every few hours and you keep insisting it’s unnecessary and dick is absolutely not having it

you try to get up and move around and all dick has to hear is the sheets moving and he just gives you that stare, a little bit like a disappointed mom, and you're right back laying down

he’s way more clingy than usual, wants to be by your side, subtly holding your hand

in that moment it definitely hits him how much he loves and cares about you... he hasn't really had time or space to process those feelings until now <3

[lewis nixon]

it does not look good at first

it's really scary for everyone there, you loose a lot of blood and lose consciousness

lew is not there when you're first shot in the leg and everyone is very glad that he didn't have to see it

but when he finds out... oh he is not keeping cool, is not pretending even a little bit to be okay

starts lashing out and snaps at the driver who's taking him to the hospital to drive faster, mad that they didn't tell him sooner, mad that you were injured, mad at the war, furious at absolutely everything

lew has to be monitored by dick not to go full self destruction mode and get incredibly drunk

he hates just sitting with the constant uncomfortable feeling and reminder that you're hurting

he will not leave your side at first when you’re sleeping a lot, on a lot of medicine, and out of it

one nurse does approach him when he's the only vistor in the hospital left, "sir, the visiting hours-"

he just looks up, obviously devastated, voice cracking, "i'm can't leave. you can drag me out but i'm not going, thanks."

they back off after that

does go through a phase where he hates going once you're more conscious because he kills him to see you like that and face this feels irrational guilt he feels for not being there

because he definitely has the tendency to avoid his problems and things that hurt him

but it hurts you too and you don't fully understand

you look up at dick and harry, slightly delirious from the morphine, tearing up, "does he not want to see me anymore?"

after that they do drag lew to see you and you just straight up tell him feeling guilty is pointless and not fair to himself (or you)

and then it's right back to not leaving your side and always trying to make you laugh or smile

[ron speirs]

okay so i love the angel of the company x speirs trope

by now he's the co of easy and your relationship is a widely known secret...

he assigns you and the group of other men to a patrol... it wasn't an overly risky or bad order, a standard order from sink

but you guys make contact and you're shot in the arm

it just absolutely wrecks him

the guys feel like he's just going to go across enemy lines and find the soldier that shot you himself

the rest of the guys are furious too because everyone just absolutely loves you

for a short time, he's mad at the other soldiers on the patrol and you have to reminder him they didn't do anything wrong

but ron is really just irrationally mad at himself for not being there, for not being psychic, he's just angry he somehow didn't stop this

ron is not controlling and not possessive and he knows you can hold your own but he feels responsible for taking care of you and making sure you're safe

even if he can't quite articulate all of those feelings yet

he doesn't understand all the emotions he feels and doesn't even have time to try to understand them

he listens so attentively to the doctors, he can recite everything they've said word for word

like with chuck, he demands the absolute best from the doctors

this incident shows his more compassionate side and the guys start to see how much he really cares about you... bc they're protective of you too!

you have to comfort him and his voice breaks

and he feels weak and he feels bad that you're comforting him and not the other way around

"i'm messing everything up, doing everything wrong," he says more to himself but you frown, eyebrows furrowed and everything

"you're so hard on yourself, ron. when it's not your fault, it was routine, you didn't shoot me. then i'd be really pissed." you smile and he smiles weakly... but he's on edge for a longgg time after this

[carwood lipton]

unfortunately you and lip just cannot catch a break

your leg gets injured while he has pneumonia

it's not a major injury but a bullet ricocheted off of a wall and slightly grazed you and you need a few days of staying off of it

lip really tries to be comforting

and wants to be there for you and he is!

but it's very hard for him, he just wants you to be okay so badly, even when he himself isn't okay

trying to lecture you about staying off of your leg and asking others for help but breaking out into a coughing fit and then you're trying to help him sit up and to go get some hot water for him

and then he's back to telling you to stop and starts hoarsely calling for luz

it's a MESS

but carwood is a natural caretaker and has been one for most of his life

it makes him hover sooo badly especially because since he's sick too he doesn't have a lot of work to keep him busy

but you're not complaining honestly, it's nice to have more private time and something of a break, even if you're both miserable

you get the special privilege of an actual private back bed room with a mattress and blankets

kind of a bonding experience

you just laugh because what the fuck

it's kind of romantic, first time in a longgg time in an actual bed together

you just go back and forth talking about your future and the life you want after the war

"i don't like this wallpaper," you murmur into his chest

he laughs and that turns into coughing again and you're just rubbing his back trying not to bend your leg... domestic bliss <3

[buck compton]

buck... does not take it well

he takes it extremely hard

like his reaction to joe and bill...

you have pneumonia and the peniciln you need isn't available in bastogne

and it's even worse that he finds out you're sick only a few hours after that and that you've been sick and struggling for the past few days

maybe his reaction would've been different earlier on in the war

but now, it just feels like a destructive domino effect that's sparing no one

it's obvious after all of his friends injuries and your pneumonia that he couldn't stay on the front line... his red bleary eyes and slightly trembling hands said enough

when he gets taken off the line, you're both in an aid station together for a few hours before you're both transferred to different hospital

so his presence is silent reassurance

you want so badly to comfort him but you're so sick and he doesn't want you to, he feels so guilty leaving you

but you hoarsely tell him he needs a break and to process what happened

you're feeling slightly better this day so that makes it a little better... but not that much

both of you have been through hell

but there is a light in the tunnel... or at least you feel that way

buck isn't on the front lines anymore and you both have a chance at a life together post-war

he does not want to leave you, it has to take a lot of malarkey's coaxing him and promising to update buck

[eugene roe]

gene can't decide if having medical knowledge makes it better or worse

and if being the medic and being the one to have their hands covered in the your blood, was better than leaving it in the hands of someone else

he decides it's awful... definitely worse

the very few hours he slept, it was just dreaming of your terrified face

and he wakes with a jolt and is completely miserable

and life just goes on...

a lot of pacing and murmuring

gene closes in on himself when he's upset and stressed, so he becomes even quieter than normal

and the other guys are worried like ??? do we need to intervene and lip just stops them, "leave him alone, he'll be okay."

prays for you a lot, gripping his rosary so tightly and the photo that he has of the two of you when you were still in england

when you both felt some semblance of normalcy

he can't abandon the company to stay with you full time at the aid station to his incredible frustration and disappointment

it's just hard for him to go on like everything's fine, it shatters whatever illusion he has of fairness and hope and safety

whenever someone else gets injured or they need supplies, he'll take any excuse to ride back to the aid station to see you

and if anyone else goes, they always see you and give gene an update

winters definitely notices and tries to give him opportunities to see you

likes watching you rest and sleep (because you definitely needed it, even before you got injured) in the sweetest, non-creepy way

gene loves to just sit with you, see you with his own eyes, and know for certain that you're okay

#band of brothers x reader #band of brothers headcanon #band of brothers imagine #dick winters x reader #lewis nixon x reader #carwood lipton x reader #ron speirs x reader #buck compton x reader

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hugshughes · 3 months

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Headphones J. McCarthy

JJ McCarthy x fem!reader

synopsis - He finally does it. JJ finally wins it all, and as always his best friend, his girl, is there through all of it.

wc - 2k

contains - if you haven't read Rose Bowl, Baby! do it before you read this!!!! the whole Headphoens thing won't make sense to you if you don't so. it's not a direct part two but there's def references to stuff talked about in it, it's the same universe so. established relationship! um cursing, kissing, hugging, touching(? JJ gets a bit handsy after his big win), crying, a bit of making out, the L word, uhmmm, OH TALKS OF MARRIAGE (awwwwwww ur joking). OH WAIT this has like the insinuation that JJ might declare for the draft, but he hasn't yet so that's not real (as of now).

an - UNEDITED! this one prettyyyy short but I wanted to get something out since the BIG WINNNNN yall don't get how much i cried. we were all crying, it was a mess. so proud of the team, GOD BLESS BLAKE. so fucking happy right now. well deserved win for the boys, they put me through an emotional whirlwind though. don't even start on having to watch penix after the game ended, it ruined my life. anyways, i hope you enjoy this.

read, Rose Bowl, Baby! first, if you havent.

9:15

The numbers shown above on the Jumbotrons the stadium was equipped with. The minutes were quickly washing away on this football game. It was the fourth quarter, this drive was make or break. If Michigan doesn't score on this drive, it gives Washington the perfect chance to tie the game up late in the fourth.

JJ could do it, you knew he could. He had proven himself time and time again, that not one thing anyone said about him, no matter it be by a famous reporter or a hateful person online, was true.

JJ had controlled this game. He knew exactly what he needed to do to get what he wanted, the College Football Championship. He was comfortable, and calm. JJ had been locked in on the game through all four quarters. He'd put his headphones on at the beginning of the game and hadn't taken them off.

You, along with Jay's family around you hadn't sat down since halftime, not during such a big game.

He looked perfect out there, everything was calculated. Every movement he made was thought out. JJ clapped from his huddle, and his teammates went to their places, moving positions to keep the Washington defense on their toes.

The ball was snapped perfectly, JJ stalled while his men moved across the field, the ball flew from his hands, soaring down the field and right into the hands of a jumping Colston Loveland. Huge first down! Yes!

The boys set up 40 yards down the field, on the Washington 30 yard line. After two more snaps the down was reset again, the boys lining up at the Washington 15. On the next play, JJ quickly handed the ball to Blake, who got a few yards out the field. The next play was crucial. JJ took a deep breath, clapping for the ball. He quickly handed it to Blake, who ran up the middle straight into the end zone! Oh my God, yes! Touchdown Wolverines! It was exactly what they needed, to get ahead multiple scores, so they could sit as comfortably as possible for the rest of the game.

You and JJ's mom, Megan, had started tearing up once he handed off another touchdown, making the score 13-34. You knew this was it, he'd done it. You hugged everyone near you when the clock ran out, crying while laughing with his family. All the families were escorted back into the stadium, and down the tunnel, out onto the field.

You watched JJ run around, talking to reporter after reporter, your favorite smile bright as the stadium lights. He hugged his teammates, and then we all got the go ahead to go out to the field. You hugged Colston, then Blake, and Donovan before you finally got to JJ, in the middle of the crowd. He turned from the cameras and saw his parents, his face lighting up even more. He hugged them so tightly, his eyes getting teary, he'd had everything he'd ever wanted, his family there with him after he won the CFC. He opened his eyes and immediately spotted you, smiling at him in your navy #9 jersey.

He departed from his parents after a few more seconds, saying a few words to them before he lightly pushed past them to about tackle you in a hug. You both stumbled back, brushing against others in the crowd, but it didn't matter in the moment.

"JJ! Oh my God, I'm speechless, really."

He squeezed you tighter, laughing in your ear, pulling back to see your face. You cupped his cheeks, not even noticing the eye black on your hands, that had also no doubt smeared to your neck when he hugged you. You both just smiled at each other.

"Couldn't have done this without you, baby."

He shook his head, emphasizing his sentence. You quickly disregarded it, he would've been great no matter what you were to him.

"This is all thanks to you, JJ. This is what you've worked for."

"'M serious, couldn't've done it without my headphones."

You smiled at him lovesickley, his mom was no doubt taking pictures of you two right now, along with all the cameras meant for JJ.

"I love you!"

You didn't get a chance to respond before JJ smashed his lips onto yours, pulling you somehow closer by your hips. I guess he wants to put on a show, you thought as JJ deepend the kiss. You pulled back from him when you needed air, your chest heaving as your smile stuck to your face.

JJ talked to another reporter, blushing when the man mentioned your kiss. JJ held your hand behind his back while he talked to the man, and you stood with your arm extended out, a few feet behind him, talking with other player's moms.

JJ took some pictures with you and his family before he had to go do media. His personal favorite photo was when you were both turned with your backs to the camera, so you could see the MCCARTHY on both of your backs, but he snuck his hand on your ass. The photo has him with his head turned laughing while yours is turned to him with a gasp framing your face. If you looked at the live version of the photo, you'd see the little video of JJ grabbing you by your waist right after you lightly slapped him.

JJ kissed you again before he ran back to the locker room, he had media to do. You waited with his parents for about an hour before you saw JJ again. You'd watched his live media from your phone while you sat on the ground somewhere inside of NRG Stadium.

Once you'd gotten back to the hotel the team was staying at, most of the team and some family members were all in the large bar and restaurant on the main floor of the lobby. It was almost completely empty other than the team, thanks to them taking up most of the space in the hotel.

"Baby, I can find someone to hang out with, you should celebrate with the guys."

JJ had kept right by your side since you'd gotten to the celebration area, which had now extended from the bar into the lobby of the hotel.

"I am, but I want you right next to me all through this. You've been with me through all of this, you're celebrating too."

You just told him you loved him with hearts in your eyes. He was the sweetest man you'd ever known.

You both stayed out with the group until a little after 1 in the morning, which was early compared to when everyone else would head up. JJ was sleepy, he'd been up for about 18 hours, so you decided it was time to head to sleep.

JJ had showered in the stadium, but you still had to after being in the stands for so long, you could've swore a chunk of your hair smelled like stadium beer.

JJ was passed out asleep when you came back out into the room, you smiled softly, turning off the lamp and plugging your phone in before slipping into bed next to him. He immediately reacted, pushing himself closer to you, wrapping his arms around, and tangling his legs with yours. He was clingy when sleepy.

"Y'know I meant what I said earlier, even though you don't think it's true. You're the only reason I'm still doing what I love, you've helped me through so much baby. I don't say thank you enough."

You were taken back. Tears formed in your eyes at his sentiment. You were sleepy too, so your emotions were on high alert. You tilted his head up towards you, kissing him softly, rubbing your thumb back and forth over his cheekbone.

"You are so special, Jay. No one's like you. You're the most gracious person I've ever known. I love you so much, you have no idea how proud I am of you."

"I love you."

He kissed you again, bringing one of his hands to lay on your hip, the other your neck. Your lips moved rapidly. You let JJ's tongue move against yours, moving your hands to his hair.

JJ pulled away from you first, his chest heaving as he smiled at you sleepily. He gave you one more sweet chaste kiss before laying his head back down against your chest.

"I know you wear my jersey to almost all the games, but somethin' about seeing you in it tonight made me feral."

You were shocked, you wouldn't have ever guessed that seeing his name on your back like you'd done dozens of times before would get him flustered.

"I dunno, it was like makin' me think about when we get married, when I make you Mrs. McCarthy."

You were completely dumbfounded. Of course you know that both you and JJ were it for each other. Neither of you wanted anyone else for the rest of your lives. You only saw yourselves getting married to each, having kids with each other. But still, hearing him say it, was hot.

"Oh yeah? Well it's been almost five years, sweetheart. I was thinking maybe in the next couple I might have a ring?"

"Definitely. Hundred percent chance, no way I wait that long, it'll probably be sooner than a few years."

You smiled, holding him tighter than before. You didn't care when JJ proposed, seriously. You knew he would when it was the perfect time. He was always calculated like that, he knew when to do everything, throw a pass, run the ball, kiss you.

"Doesn't matter when to me. As long as I'm the only one you ever propose to."

Jay nodded against your chest, giggling to himself. He was so tired, you knew you had to make him go to sleep soon.

"Who else could there be? It's only ever been you. You're who I think of when I do headphones. I think that it's just the team, me, and you. I know you don't care if I lose by twenty touchdowns or win by a hundred."

You could've melted. JJ was especially sentimental real late when you were both on the brink of sleep, the air full of love. Thick, sweet, syrupy love that seeped into every crevice of your beings until you were soaked in it.

You motioned headphones over his head still pressed against your sternum, just for good measure. He was your JJ, always.

"I love you, champ."

You whispered as you heard his baby snores leave from his mouth, his head subconsciously shifting to the curve of your neck. All you could think, feel, and comprehend was love.

#jj mccarthy #umich football #cfb playoff #cfb2023 #cfb #jj mccarthy fic #jj mccarthy blurb #jj mccarthy x reader #jj mccarthy fluff #umich #umich x reader #umich smut #umich blurbs #umich fic #umich lb #umich imagine #university of michigan #michigan wolverines

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bl00dst41ned · 8 months

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✧ ˚ · . a february 14th with Jobe . · ˚ ✧

pairing: jobe bellingham x reader

summary: in which Jobe spends such a great Valentine’s Day with his girlfriend that he decides to show the world

author’s note: smau is my favourite type to read so this is my time to write it. requested by @ihe4rtisa. request if you want.

face claim: planetj8an (i’m literally frightened to put her @ like...don't snitch on me)

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yourusername dirty mirror pics but happy valentines besties (look he bought me a bag)

yourbestfriend crop the roach out of the pic

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user1 congratulations *tyrese crying*

↳ bloodst41ned if y’all don’t know what i’m talking about search the internet

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yourusername just posted on their story

“i know they didn’t recognize your chin” You looked at Twitter seeing the reactions to your post.

“I guess they know now” He grabbed his phone from his pocket and opened Instagram.

“What are you doing” You suspiciously looked at him watching a smile grow on his face.

“Don’t worry”

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jobebellingham hope your valentine is as pretty as mine

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↳ jobebellingham 🤺don't🤺disrespect🤺 my🤺girl🤺

fan1 she’s so prettyyyy

↳ jobebellingham i know i still can’t believe it’s my girl

↳ randomfanagain we lost him girls

user2 when will be my turn 🥲

↳ user3 ^

↳ bloodst41ned ^^

↳ user4 ^^^

fan2 they so cuteee

like, repost and suggest (hope you enjoyed it)

masterlist for more

#written by bl00dst41ned #black reader #jobe bellingham #jobe bellingham social media au #jobe bellingham x reader #jobe bellingham x black reader #jobe bellingham smau #football imagine #football social media au

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glitch-karma · 10 months

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kirishima, kaminari and todoroki reacting to the reader calling them pretty

Kirishima

"Hey, Kiri?"

"Huh?"

"You're prettyyyy~"

Bro

The way this mans face is redder then his hair IMMEDIATELY

It takes him a minute to form a response but when he does it's just word mush

"I-I mean Thank you! You're super pret- Manly! Uh, yes! That was manly!"

Although he may seem all manly and tough I hc him to be flused SUPERRRR easily

Hid behind his hands as he spoke

Kaminari

"Hey Denks, how'd you get to be so pretty?"

"Huh? Oh, I think it may be my skincare routine- wait pretty?"

He missed it completely at first

He blushed a bit but didn't freak out like Kirishima

"Oh haha! That's all me sparks"

Tried to play it off smoothly but ended up hitting his own face on accident

He definitely tells the story differently though lmao

Todoroki

"Hey Sho, Anyone ever told you you're pretty?"

"Hm?"

He was confused

Pretty?

"..Are you insulting me?"

"WHAT?"

Poor baby you had to explain that pretty was a term of endearment

he was admittedly surprised, but he didn't show it too much

"..Thanks"

He nodded at you

A week or two later after training he came up to you

"Y/n.. You look very Pretty in your hero costume."

You were so happy he used it correctly

#boku no hero x reader #bnha x reader #todoroki x reader #shoto x reader #kirishima x reader #ejirou x reader #kaminari x reader #denki x reader #glitchs✧works

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lovesclinic · 1 year

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ྀི ۪ ׂ. ૮ ๑• . •๑ ა ۪ ׂ. ꒰ 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄 !! ꒱

ღ. synopsis ; press wants to keep his need for reader on the low, will a game of truth or dare make his obsession obvious?

ღ. cw ; press acting out of character (not a complete asshole, weed usage, samantha mention, reader and press pining for each other, suggestive content

ღ. notes ; press is nice in tbis becuase i know he sucks in the series, but we all had to stop and take a breath in that scene with abby

matt press x reader ones shot ginny and georgia !!

⊹˚.⋆

The group had come over after school to hang out in Brodie’s basement as usual. And of course samantha was saying all this shit, everyone was done with it, and Y/N was about to beat the bitch up.

"okay let's play truth or dare! everyone, brodie get off the, game!" max was sick of samantha non stop antagonising everyone, maybe she could dare samantha not to talk for the rest of the year.

“seriously?" press asked annoyed while brodie only groaned at the interruption. "okay i will start!" max sat down beside ginny once again, now sitting straight up rather than lying across the girls.

“but if you pick the lame option of truth, you have to take a hit from jordan's bong!" the previously disgruntled group was now slightly more exited about max's game, due to the added aspect of jordan's bong.

"truth or dare abby."

"dare."

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abby and norah kissed.

jordan told everyone about having sex with norah in max's bed.

brodie did a total of six pushups with abby on his back before he tapped out.

ginny swapped outfits with max and was now wearing a bright pink and orange multicolour jacket that was a bit too big for her, with her jeans that looked really good on her. while max was wearing ginny's flannel and tshirt, and her tight fitting jeans.

and everyone was super high.

except for press and Y/N, who hadn't had their go yet, though neither seemed to mind the accidental exclusion.

"truth or daaare, press!" brodie called out a tad too loudly from his spot lying on the floor in a starfish position facing up.

"dare."

Y/N didn't know much about press, only that before today's weird encounter he spent his time sleeping with any hot girl who walked past him, playing basketball, and partying.

abby quickly rolled off the couch, lancing beside brodie with a thump. before quickly recovering a whispering in his ear.

"i dare you to sit on top of Y/N" Brodie sung out drunkenly.

"no." press interrupted.

now Y/N wasn't particularly religious but she thought to herself, thank god.

although Y/N was confused, usually press wouldn't need any convincing to hurt someone, physically or emotionally, and him sitting on her would most definitely crush her bones.

so why did he say no?

abby huffed and once again whispered in Brodie's ear. "oh,OH! okay reverse! i dare Y/N to sit on press' lap for the rest of the game!"

the boy quickly sobered up as much as possible to string together the most coherent sentence possible in his state. "but you can't dare me to do anything brodie, you said you chose press." the already flustered girl teased, feeling relieved at the predicament brodie found himself in. what were he and abby up to?

"okay prettyyyy girl Y/N! then truth or dare to you!"

"truth."

brodie kicked a leg up into the air in a tantrum - like response, "no you have to pick dare Y/N obviously!"

max sighed drunkinly, "yeah Y/N just go do it so i can dare norah to break up with jordan!" Y/N went to decline once again, seemingly the only voice of reason right now. however her plan quickly changed as a quick but very strong shove to Y/N’s body sent her flying off the couch and squeezing her eyes shut, braced for a hard impact with the floor.

Y/N is met with a hard surface but not one of the floor, Y/N quickly opened her eyes to see she was straddling a torso, almost hugging.

the boy above her sending her a heated look, quickly covered up with a smirk.

“a bit eager are we, little Y/N?" press' words were like a jolt to the system for her,

"hey! the man said for the rest of the game so you stay put, my pretty girl!" abby pointed at the flustered girl as made a move to leave the extremely comfortable seat of press' lap.

leaning his mouth down beside Y/N’a ear, he whispered so only she could hear his words, in a way that had her fighting for air.

“it's okay, stay here for as long as you like, they'll all be so high soon that they won't even notice what you're wearing let alone where you're sitting." was press, comforting her?

ew.

Y/N never expected that from him. she did, however, expect press to lean his head back after saying that.

but the boy only moved her body around as if she were a doll or child in need of protection. resting his chin on her shoulder, keeping her facing him with her legs frozen in the same position straddling his torso.

“if you're not okay with this i can just tell 'em to fuck off." it's like he could sense the girl’s stress.

she was too nervous to say the wrong thing, upset the boy. so she simply shook her head left to right to say no.

"that's good for me, you're comfy." his short sentences said so little but did so much to Y/N.

what did she do to make him actually like her? or just tolerate her enough to let her sit on him all night?

and how can she keep doing it?

“okay okay my go!” Y/N distantly heard muffled voices of max and the group, sounding as if they were so very far away from her and press.

and here he sat press right behind her, a new look in his eye. his hands suddenly landed subtly on either of her hips, in a gentle but firm matter. forcing Y/N to pause the rocking movements of her hips that she hadnt even realise she had started. A strained gasp escaped Y/N’s throat at the feel of his large hands on her hips.

“Y/N m’ gonna to need you to stop doing that baby.”

“why? whats wro- oh.”

⊹˚.⋆

part 2?

#matt press #press #ginny and georgia #oneshot #smut?#part 2?#first post #drabble #maxine baker #marcus baker #explore #angel energy #addicted series #positive #feminine #books #fanfic #georgia miller #gif

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indigo-o · 1 year

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But I'm looking at the most beautiful flower in the field

Fyodor x reader

fluff

Tw: vodka drunk!fyodor

Fyodor dostoevsky. The man whom I've fallen for. He's gentle but cold. I can't see myself with anyone else. He may always be working but he's still there for me. Even when he's drunk.

"Dear, you've had to much vodka.". I said coming into his office, taking away the bottle on his desk.

"But sweetheartttttt, let me finish the bottle." He slurrd.

"Darling your drunk. I'll be right back.". I walked out of the office setting the vodka in the kitchen then to rush back to him.

When I arrived back in his office, he was stumbling attempting to get to our shared room. His face flushed pink. I walked to him. Holding his hand, leading him there. Then laying him on the bed.

"Was work that bad?". I crawled into bed next to him.

"Yeaaaa, gogol is so childish and goffyy. Makes work hard.". His eyes began to wonder the room.

Sat up and moved his head to my lap. Playing with his hair. Brading the small strands. The room smelt of vodka and the vanilla perfume I had been wearing. (I feel like fyodr would love simple perfumes like vanilla, but once again I wouldn't know I can't smell).

He curled up in my lap. Using my thighs as a pillow. Not quite asleep, but close. He doesn't like to fall asleep before me. He wants to take care of me. But here we are his head in my lap, braids in his hair.

"malyshkaaaaàa, you're so prettyyyy I'm so lucky to have youuuuuuu. Your so sweet. And kindddd." He slured again.

His breath lingered of vodka. He's so drunk. But that's okay. I like taking taking care of him. He's so more cuddley and and talkative.

"You should go to sleep.". I yawn

"But I'm looking at the most beautiful flower in the field."

#fyodor x reader #fyodor dostoevsky x reader #bsd x reader #Fyodor x you #Bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #fyodor fluff

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lavenderdrxp · 3 months

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"And I'm the idiot with the painted face..."

summary: it ended in front of you.

warnings: it's a modern au. mentions of death, bullying, heartbreak, bad writing, blood and slight cursing.

(He is so prettyyyy)

funny, is it not?

it's almost funny that everything seems to be ending and when there is no hope left. It's almost funny that everyday life loves to slap you across your face as if to tell you your worth over and over again. when those faces look at you with that predatory gaze. their grins remind of those of the monsters which you have seen in movies.

those looks, they reminded you that of those animals who were to feed on their helpless prey. they sure were scary. every plea for forgiveness or yell for help would amuse them further and going against them would fuel their anguish.

everyday bruises were left as a reminder.

then you decided to hide it. putting on make up to hide bruises. it didn't sound bad.

reaching out for help was of no use...if you were only to be brushed off.

So, you decide to let it be.

It's fine, bruises can be hidden and healed.

but you know what's more funny?

when life decides to give you a hope.

there he came in like a shimmer of hope. the very first rays of sun which fall on earth to free it from the unjust holds of dark. which held you in it's hold of warmth. ab embrace with a promise of protection from the evil lurking in the dark.

he shined the brightest.

a knight in shining armor.

a savior.

a hope.

the sun himself.

"stop that." his voice cut through the ties of silence of oppression and pain giving. you slowly looked up with now your empty looking and tear filled (eye color) eyes which once held the warmth of swirling comfort and emotions. a shaky breath left your now bruised lips. your head was pounding with pain and tiredness.

there was a long pause of silence before he spoke again.

"what is so amusing about this?" the same deep voice from earlier spoke- but this time it held an underlying wrath. his voice held the power which could silence anyone. it held such authority. a single sentence from him earlier was enough to stop everyone as you witnessed. "what do you get from tormenting that innocent girl who did nothing to you?"

those blurry faced monsters looked at the new saviour who stood a few meters away. a scoff was heard from them, followed cracking of knuckles. a huff was heard from the girl who was gripping your- now ruined- hair as she tugged on them harshly causing you to let out a shaky whimper in pain.

"what do you want? I would suggest you to leave and mind your own business rather than interfering with ours. believe me- it's for your own good." a male cocky voice spoke laced with annoyance.

there was a brief moment of silence as the new saviour spoke again.

"let her go." he sternly demanded. you tried to take a glance at your saviour only for your face to be pulled away from his direction.

a girl beside you tugged on your hair harshly as she was keeling next to your figure which was slumped against the corridor wall. "did I said that you could look up?" the girl sneered at you and you shut your eyes close once again.

"you think you can just play hero and order us around? and you even expected us to do so just by acting scary or shit? you must be delusional." a crack of knuckles followed by confident footsteps echoed in the corridor.

the arrogant male raised his fist at the taller male to punch him. he moved his hand swiftly. only to be held in place by the towering male.

"huh? y-you fucker!" the bully tried to hit him multiple times which were responses by dodges or blocks. his other companion joined the fight as it was 2vs1 now. swift punches and kicks were thrown one after another. until-

THUD!

there was a cold moment of silence. the empty hallway now radiated fear accompanied by another emotion which was dominant of the two without any doubt- anger.

another guy from the bullies hesitated few quick steps before leaping on the saviour- only to be met with the same fate as the two from before.

the grip on your hair started to loose.

"I will repeat only once- release her." your hair were released from the grip permanently followed by multiple retreating footsteps.

your head was spinning. was it the end? you did not dare to open your eyes again- you were too tired to do so. another shaky breath left your mouth.

a call made you jolt up and finally open your eyes.

"let me get you to infirmary."

only to be met with a pair of most beautiful maroon eyes, as their holder was kneeling to match your level, staring back at you with a stuble gentleness and nonchalance. you could only state in surprise as your saviour finally opened his mouth to speak something.

maybe it was your lack of energy to do anything or maybe it was just his face which was seemed so mesmerizing at that moment.

you could only stare at his perfectly framed face which was adorned by short bangs which fell from edges of his forehead and ended at the border of his eyebrows adjacent to side bangs which ended at his cheekbones which gave you full view of his eyes and what seemed to be a birthmark at the corner of his upper left corner of his forehead- which resembled dancing flames.

his wavey burgundy hair were tied into a long ponytail which flowers down his back. he was attired in the same school uniform as you- of course he wore the male version of the fit.

he would be the most beautiful person you have ever met in your life. even models and film actors were no match of him.

he was just- otherworldly.

and that is how you had your first interaction with him.

the one and only, yoriichi tsugikuni.

love. hatred. anguish. sadness. these are what we call emotion. non living yet effective. just a game of hormones but somehow they tend to make living worthwhile. especially, love.

that fleeting feeling in chest directed towards a particular person. how beautiful everything seems when this emotion suddenly swells up in our heart. everything becomes more radiant. livings becomes easier. everything becomes easier. just because of that emotion directed towards certain someone.

going through the phase of this emotion was definitely pleasant.

or well, till a certain point.

when this pleasant flutters of hearts become painful aches growing day by day.

it felt like you were stabbed in the heart.

you did remember seeing him before a couple of times in the school but you never really properly acknowledged or minded his presence before. you barely remembered or noticed him around. life was too much already to deal with. you just avoided him like everybody else.

you are not rude. you are just too tired to deal with anything or anyone. your lack of confidence was enough to make you ignorant about presence of others around you.

he was just a nobody to you.

until that fateful day.

he saved you.

and honestly it surprised you. nobody actually cared about you. then why suddenly he decides to show up and play hero. it sure made you a little bit suspicious.

yes. trusting was hard.

then why-

"I was never aware your condition and the circumstances you go through before... neither did I pity you for how you were treated when I happened to pass by the incident...it just angered me ....to see how innocent people are mistreated by those who hold power. it was wrong."

the breeze blew gently as the evening hues sneaked in from the open window and hugged the surroundings, immersing them in the shade of lovely pinks. as those rays of light fell upon him illuminating him with warm shades of the lovely sunset.

he looked so angelic as he was sitting in front of you at a short distance as you yourself were laying on the hospital bed. you could just stare at him as he said those words and how he looked back in your eyes.

unknown to him and known to you that how your heart was thumping oh so lovingly at him as his words hit you somehow. he didn't so that because you were special, sure. but at least...he did something. something which no one ever did for you.

"thank you ..." as soon as those words left your mouth a big and gentle smile paved it's way up to your face. first time in a while you have now wholeheartedly smiled. because of his actions towards you and for you. because of him.

he was...someone to you now...

somehow, the interactions between you two grew. starting from random talks after you decided to give him something in return for his help and kindness. greetings and acknowledgment of each other's presences.

you both did started to bond over.

you started to open up a bit to him. he didn't seemed to mind.

he was rather a quite guy. he never spoke much about himself but he did listened to you speaking. he would be listening to you as quietly as ever not replying unless you ask him something. but you didn't minded it though. at least you had someone to talk to even though it's not much.

it's not like you just went on telling him everything after you started talking. it would be just small talks about things here and there and he never told you off. he didn't seemed to mind your presence. even though his silence could be mistaken but somehow you know he doesn't means anything bad, he just is not good at interacting and rather likes to act as an silent observer.

though there was never an ounce of emotion from him.

he was somewhat of a friend to you.

you never forced him to open up. sometimes you would be silently sitting next to each other in cafeteria and just minding your food but it would be somewhat enjoyable at least.

he was like a closed book which you could not read but he drew you towards him.

you never felt like this before. you were finally somewhat happy. it was as if heavens decided to bless you with the presence of such an angel of a person. you felt blessed.

overtime you caught feelings for him.

and it hurt you as much as it pleased you.

knowing that he... could never reciprocate your feelings was suffocating. it was eating you up slowly as if a slow death.

months flew and the silent death embraced you.

"tsugikuni-san -!" your world shattered.

your body went rigid and your raised hand froze midway as the grocery bag fell from your hands down on the road. it was as if you were suddenly stabbed in your stomach from a knife which twisted in your guts and slowly penterated your skin up you where your heart was. claws griped your heart and ripped it out.

your eyes wide in shock of the moment when a scenery of the man of your heart and an angelic looking girl kissing him as he was holding her close to himself and a small smile evident on his face as he did so struck in front of your eyes.

everything shattered.

he already had someone to love and care and you were there standing like a fool in the middle of road. they looked perfect. made for each other. a pair of lovers made by god himself.

you made a fool of yourself again. you loved him like he was your world, your everything from past few months. you tried to made yourself look more presentable and beautiful. you tried mame him crack a smile. you tried to be close to him. your tried everything.

only to be fooled by the fate itself.

funny, isn't it?

CRASH!

everything blurred as the red spilled over. the same color which complimented his features and adorned him. voices of panick and rushing were heard but it didn't mattered.

what mattered was already snatched.

oh, how the hope was false.

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hoesforyosuke · 5 months

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'perhaps fuck off might be too kind'

some bs gojo x m reader lmfao lowercase intended

cw! swearing (obvs), reader hates gojo (reader might also hate suguru up to interpertation) , friends to enemies??, one slight (?) makeout - no consent from gojos side, prettyyyy angsty ig. - not proofread

music blasted through [names] headphones, drowning out any sound that could be heard by anyone else in the entire school. hell, it was such a common thing that he wasn't even scared if someone approached him now.

however that was probably a lie since he still jumped when he felt a certain someone touch his shoulder and he quickly turned around to see the person who made him drown everyone else out.

gojo satoru.

everyone knew how much [name] hated gojo, especially after getou's death. how much he thought the white haired male just needed to shut up for a moment. all three of them were close when getou was still kicking, but ever since that one single day, [name] shut himself away from gojo.

every evening out was 'suguru this' or 'suguru that' and it got to a point where [name] thought gojo should've just confessed his love or something. even though [name] had some underlying feelings for gojo, they simply all disappeared instantly. it was like he felt nothing for gojo, even as friends.

a snap took him out of his weird trance and he made quite the sour face at the man standing, now in front of him. "the fuck do you want satoru." he spat, taking his headphones off and letting them sit on his shoulders.

"woah, someones in a mood." gojo scoffed, raising his hands in front of him in some sort of defense. "just needed to tell you it's time to go home. yuji was looking for you, but only i know you hide here so i thought i'd personally come and get you!"

the cheer in his voice only made [name] feel even more upset. it's like a bad mood that could only ever get worse. if anything [name] wanted to personally murder gojo even if it meant he would get executed or something stupid like that.

[name] said nothing as he stood up to walk out of the room. he already had his headphones back on, which never stopped playing music even whilst they had a conversation, although only one was on an ear. as his hand reached for the door, he felt another grab his free hand. it felt like a last resort grab and he had to mentally prepare himself before stopping to listen to what gojo had to say.

"hey wait, i think we need to talk before you go. i don't get many chances to see you one on one." gojo said, sounding somewhat sympathetic. [name] took a moment to decide if he was going to reply, but gojo was too quick to speak. "i know you probably don't want to talk to me after you know... but that doesn't mean we shouldn't adress it?" it came out more as a question rather than a concern.

"satoru, we have nothing to talk about. you just want an excuse to make me feel bad for you." [name] replied, shaking his wrist out of gojo's grip. he honestly thought it was pathetic gojo would go such lengths and for what? an overdue apology?

the silence in the room was loud. gojo was speechless and [name] knew this. "look what happened, happened, but seriously. if you want me to feel something towards you again, it's not going to happen. you fucked up, not me." was all he could say without losing his composure. if he snapped, who knows what he'd say or even do.

gojo looked lost for words. how could you not feel anything for him? how could you not love the strongest? the sweetest? most caring sorcerer? words like that flooded gojos mind and [name] simply just watched him. he sighed. he had to be honest it was embarrasing watching gojo act like this.

"stop pouting you look stupid." [name] said, words filled with sarcasm. "here if you want to see if theres some spark.." his words trailed off as he grabbed onto gojos chin, looking disgusted by just the sight of him and bringing their lips together.

it wasn't passionate, it wasn't sweet. it was straight up vile. [name] was revolted by the actions he took, but how else could he prove this? his grip on gojos chin was strong as he forced his tongue into the white haired mans mouth. it was only for a second that gojo felt something before [name] harshly bit on his lip, easily breaking the skin and then pulled away.

[name] sighed, spitting onto the floor, hoping a janitor would be able to clean that up later. he stared at gojo who just looked confused, lip bleeding and face flushed. "don't blush at that, it's disgusting." [name] scoffed. he rolled his eyes, watching gojo get it together.

"what was that for?" gojo complained, wiping the blood off his lip with the back of his hand, however it did very little. he was beyond confused. why would [name] kiss him in such a situation? was [name] in love with him?

"i feel nothing for you satoru. if you kiss someone you like, your brain likes it, but i don't feel any satisfaction from it. you ruined how i felt because all you could ever talk about was stupid fucking suguru. how he liked certain foods at restruants or how you two always had matching things. god it was so annoying, so i cut you out. yeah, suguru passing was sad, but god you must've been in love with him so much you forgot about everyone else around you." [name] said, like it was a confession booth. his expression was completely neutral, which showed gojo how serious [name] was.

it got silent again. the only noise came from [name]'s headphones. gojo couldn't even argue. he just stood there quietly, allowing [name] to vent his feelings. it was different. no one ever really had the courage to tell gojo how they really felt about him, or the getou situation.

"now if you'll excuse me, i'll be tending to yuji now." [name] sighed, finally leaving the room, leaving gojo in complete silence. listening to [names] footsteps fade away, felt the same as when getou left.

authors note ⋆˙⟡ wahh something i actually finish... (the other gojo fic thats been in my drafts since sep...) anyways hope this was decent its like 2 am lol also sorry its so short?? like i usually write more but idk i couldnt think of anymore to write?

#hoesforyosuke #jjk x male reader #jujutsu kaisen x male reader #gojo satoru #gojo x male reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #probably spoilers #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo x reader #i hate gojo

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skz-streamer · 6 months

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The First Date - Hyunjin

Simptober First Dates M-List

Pairing: Hyunjin (skz) x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff ;))))

Warnings: idk lmk

Notes: hes so prettyyyy :(((

-please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately faceclaims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people

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The story of your first date with Hyunjin begins with the foundation of a budding friendship in a college art class. From the very first time you laid eyes on him, you were captivated by his striking beauty – the silky strands of his hair, the depths of his eyes, and those lips that you couldn't help but wish to kiss. He was someone you admired from afar, never daring to hope for more.

Then, one day, he asked you out, and your heart soared. You had tried to conceal your excitement and act calm, but the moment you said yes, it came out a little too loudly. You both burst into laughter, sharing a moment of lightheartedness that set the tone for your date.

Hyunjin had instructed you to dress nicely for the occasion, and he arrived to pick you up. It was a thoughtful gesture that warmed your heart, as he remembered your conversations about a new gallery that you had often discussed. One of your friends had their artwork displayed there, and it touched you that he had paid attention.

You strolled through the gallery, taking in the art with a sense of shared enthusiasm and awe. You were both art geeks, and the connection you shared over your shared passion for creativity was truly special. As you reached the end of the gallery, Hyunjin asked you to wait at the cafe.

When he returned, he was holding a bouquet of flowers. Your heart melted at the sight. The gesture was sweet and thoughtful, and it made you realize that this was no ordinary date. It was a moment of connection that went beyond the surface.

You reached out for the flowers and embraced him, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. As you pulled away and looked into each other's eyes, you both hesitated, your gazes lingering. The unspoken connection between you was undeniable, and in that charged moment, your faces drew closer.

As your lips met, it was a rush of emotions – excitement, longing, and the sweet sensation of a first kiss. It was an electric moment, one that held the promise of a future filled with affection and shared feelings. The intensity of the kiss made it clear that this was not just any first date; it was a beginning, a turning point in your connection.

You broke away first, your cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration. You hid your face in your hands, but Hyunjin didn't miss a beat. He pulled you into another hug, both of you laughing and giggling. You couldn't help but feel like you had known him for an eternity, even though it was just your first date.

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Day 21: New Discovery

inspired by this art on pinterest!

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𝖑𝖊𝖊: Jisung

𝖑𝖊𝖗: Chan, Minho, and Jeongin

𝖙𝖜: my brainrot on the frickin shirt, the art isn’t mine

𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @dandyboyseungmo @leeknowstan33 @vale-143@wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday

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Jisung winked up at the crowd as they screamed for him.

The outfit he was wearing today was sure to drive the STAYs absolutely mad, he knew.

The white button up would certainly be weird on its own, but paired with the pants and the bolera, the top looked great.

The holes in the shirt showed off his upper waist and belly button, with two straps coming from the bottom.

Jisung was just waiting for the internet to blow up. He loved the outfit, the members loved the outfit, and he was so ready.

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After the concert was over, Hannie headed backstage to change, but caught the sight of 3 of his members staring at him.

“Woah.” Minho said.

Jisung looked all over himself. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

Jeongin walked up to him. “I knew your waist was small but hyung? It’s so cute-ahh” He commented with a poke to the older’s belly button.

Hannie let out a loud squeak. The entire room fell silent.

“No way.” Lee Know smirked evilly.

“You’re ticklish?” Chris practically shrieked at the new discovery, immediately running over to the quokka and latching onto his sides.

Jisung squealed before bursting into loud giggles, squirming and slapping at Chan’s wrists.

When all three members surrounded the defenseless ace, he knew he was screwed.

“C-Cmon! You know i’m ticklish!” Han whined as he tried to use his hands to cover up the holes.

Minho immediately latched onto one, digging his fingers into the ace’s upper ribs.

“AGGHAHAHA!” Jisung immediately raised his arm to slap the invading hand, but a quick poke to his armpit had his arm slamming down yet again.

Jeongin immediately aimed for the other hole, drilling his finger in and relishing in the loud cackles the older produced.

Hannie almost bent over completely, overwhelmed by the bare tickles to his waist.

Chan poked a singular finger into his belly button.

Jisung immediately slammed his arms into himself and screamed loudly, trying his hardest to catch one pair of hands.

“AGHANOHOHO! IHIHIT’S BAHAD IHIHIT’S BAHAHAHAD STOHOHOHOP!”

When Minho and Jeongin involved another hand each, poking into his stomach near his sides, Jisung felt like he was actually going to ascend.

“HEHEY! NO NOHOHOT THEHEHERE AHAHAHA!” He wrapped his arms around himself and sank to the ground, knees buckling.

The scribbles to his bare, sensitive skin were unbelievably ticklish, and increasingly unbearable.

“Ihihit’s tooho muHUHUHUCH! LEE MINHO!” Hannie screeched as Minho’s lips connected to his skin, blowing raspberry after raspberry onto the warmth.

“AHAHAHA NAHHOHOHO IHIHAAAHHAH PLEHEHAA!” Jisung’s screaming was incoherent as he fell backwards into Channie’s lap, tears falling down his face as Lee Know’s lips only followed.

When he felt nibbles teasingly tasering his sides, Jisung absolutely howled with laughter, slapping at the older’s head as he tried to stop the buzzing sensations.

“I CAHAHANT TAHAHAKE IHIHIT!”

Soon enough however, Hannie knew he couldn’t handle it anymore, and screeched one last time before falling into silent laughter.

Minho let up, laughing at how hard Jisung panted.

“Sorry Hannie. It was a discovery and we couldn’t miss a chance, plus you and your waist are so cute and prettyyyy!”

The ace could feel his face going bright red, and he coughed awkwardly as he stood up to leave.

“You all are meanies-” He commented before racing out of there, three boys right on his tail.

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i hope you enjoyed this fic! have a spooky october! ✨🎃

#kpop tickle #midzywannabeitzy #stray kids #skz tickle #skz #sana’s tickletober

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