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why are geto suguru fics, like, rare

☆ 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘀𝘁 - ,, 𝗴𝗼𝗷𝗼

summary: after reuniting with gojo in front of a convenience store, you both spend several months talking in circles around what you really want to say.

warnings: gn!reader , kind of a slow burn , mutual pining , very slight angst , gojo and reader being idiots in love word count: 6.9k a/n: gojo is ruining my life 😁

“gojo, what are you doing?”

“inspecting your desk for dust,” he mutters, running a slender finger along the surface of your wooden desk and then peering down at what he’s gathered. “this desk hasn’t been used yet and no one cleans after it.”

brushing his palms against his pants, his stands up and takes a few steps away from your desk, suddenly feeling out of place. he can feel your scrutinizing gaze on his back and, for some reason entirely unknown to him, his heart kicks into overdrive. 

the sounds of your shoes tapping against the floor echo in the near silent room as you come up beside him, sighing and emptying out the piles of papers and books in your arms onto your desk. 

you’d recently taken up teaching at jujutsu tech, after many months of pestering from gojo. frankly, he was a little offended that the idea of getting to spend nearly everyday with him wasn’t enough to get you on board. 

instead, it was meeting the first years that made you change your mind. 

now, here you were, standing beside him and complaining about something that he’s sure he should listen to. but he keeps zoning out on your face—the bridge of your nose, the curve of your lips, taper of your chin. he studies the way your brows furrow and your mouth twists to the side when you speak with distaste, then watch the subtle nudge of a smile come through and figures you must have mentioned something humorous. 

you’ve known each other since you both ended up in the same class several years ago, when you were students. 

back then, you called him ‘satoru’ and carried an extra lunch because you knew he woke up too late to make one for himself (and he swore—swears—against cafeteria slop).

he misses it, how things used to be. gojo attempts to telepathically compel you to call him by his first name once more, but unfortunately, that’s not a skillset he currently possesses.

“gojo? were you even listening to me?”

your voice breaks through and interrupts his thoughts, and though on the outside he appears unbothered, internally he’s scrambling for some sort of excuse. if you knew how much of a hot mess he is, you might start avoiding him altogether. 

you step closer, bringing the back of your palm to his forehead and your touch forces his speeding heart to a screeching halt. he can feel the way it stutters—the way he misses a beat. 

it’s terrifying really, he’s almost thirty. maybe, this is the end. he should get checked for an arrythmia. 

“you’re not sick,” you begin, falling back and gojo misses the closeness instantly, “so why are you spacing out so much?”

“no reason.”

really—what is his reason? 

so it’s been a few years and now that he’s looking at you, he can’t bring himself to look away. it’s nothing more than the initial shock of seeing someone you used to know become someone entirely new. it’ll wear off. 

but, to be fair, you’re not all that different from the person he used to see everyday. you still have the same hair, just styled differently, and the same eyes, slightly duller now. your skin is still the same, however marred with occasional scars. you haven’t grown much, and you’re out of the jujutsu tech uniform. 

gojo hadn’t spoken to you in several years. running into you at all was pure coincidence. 

he happened to find you loitering outside of a convenience store in the dead of night, wearing a hoodie he was pretty sure you stole from suguru when you were all first years. your hood was up, the edge falling over your eyes and yet, the slight obtrusion wasn’t enough to save you from his prying six eyes. thank god he had ditched the blindfold. 

“is that the y/n?”

he prayed that it really was you and not someone who resembled you to a freakishly accurate degree. perhaps against your better judgment, your shoulders tense and you turn slowly to greet the voice that decided to approach you.

you should have known from the audacity alone (and the fact that he used your first name, as opposed to your last) exactly who it was.

gojo watched with a smug smirk as your eyes widened, recognition flashing across your features. the ends of your mouth twitched up in something akin to a smile and you brushed the hair off your forehead. 

“so it is. care to explain what you’re doing out here so late?”

“i could ask the same to you,” you countered, shoving your hands into your pockets. he shrugged in response, something which earned him an eye roll from you. 

and against your wishes, gojo stuck around for the rest of the night, wandering around the streets with you while you both chewed on onigiri he insisted on paying for.

over the coming months, gojo made it a habit of texting you when he woke up, when he went to bed, and anytime he was bored (which was basically all the time). you, on the other hand, responded when you felt like it. 

not that he minded, he knew it was rare for you to respond at all.

somehow the minimal conversation spiraled into this: you working alongside him. gojo says he’s ‘shaping the minds of jujutsu youth’. you’re pretty sure he’s getting paid to be a glorified paintbrush in a suit.

regardless, you took a liking to his first-years when you met them, so you hauled ass and got yourself hired. it wasn’t too hard, seeing as you were alumni after all. plus, yaga remembered you being a voice of reason whenever geto and gojo got too cocky and figured you could still be that for present-day gojo.

you reach forward and rest your windbreaker over the back of your chair, placing your hands on your hips and admiring your new home away from home. jujutsu sorcerers worked long hours, especially when they were teachers.

“we get to be desk buddies!” gojo runs over to his own desk, placed to your right. he slaps his palm against the wood, a resounding echo filling the empty room and making you cover your ears.

“fantastic,” you deadpan, not at all excited for how the future was going to play out. 

lately you’ve been feeling an anxious flutter in the pit of your stomach whenever you’re around gojo. it must be some sort of premonition of all the bad things to come.

.・゜-: ✧ :-

“don’t forget it! or else i’m never letting you get coffee for me again.”

your words ring loudly against the front of his brain as he shuffles to the cafe across the street. the squad, as he likes to refer to you all, are at an abandoned building that’s probably not safe to stand near. 

but, such risks are necessary when you’re testing your students’ abilities. it’s mid-afternoon and you should be getting lunch, but this mission was taking them longer than normal. gojo suggested coffee so you sent him on his merry way to get some. 

he’d already decided against coffee for himself, he’d much rather have a cake pop instead. but he’s reciting your order as he walks inside, the soft chime of the bell above the entrance alerting the cashier.

the girl is young, probably still in high school with the way she rolls her eyes and stands so nonchalantly.

“one chocolate frappuccino with 25% less ice, 2 pumps of chocolate, almond milk but still with whipped cream on top, 2 pumps of vanilla.”

he realizes then, as he stands at the counter with the words rolling off his tongue like he’s practiced them a million times over beforehand, that he knows your coffee order by heart. 

you’ve only gotten coffee with him once, at four in the morning on your way to the subway after a mission that left your limbs sore and your skull pounding with a headache. he remembers this well because he remembers everything about you: from the way your slow footsteps carried you past the glass doors, to the way you squinted against the bright lights to glare at the menu. 

to gojo, any and every moment spent with you is worth immortalizing within his memory. and even half-awake with the meanest scowl on your face, he felt you were the most gorgeous thing on earth.

her eyes nearly pop out of her head as she registers his words, an immediate scowl gracing her face.

gojo smiles wide, hands tucked behind his back, “and in your largest size please.”

“would that be all?”

“nope! could i also get a cake pop?” 

she punches in some letters, hands him a receipt with a number printed at the top, and heads inside. gojo falls back to wait for his order. 

 just like any other moment where he’s faced with the waiting game, gojo’s instinctively pulling out his phone and thumbing over to the messages app to text you. but he pauses right before he sends his first hello.

how pathetic is it that he’s texting you when he’s only left you five minutes ago? 

you’d think he’s pathetic, if you didn’t already think so.

it angers him how much physical restraint he has to employ to push himself away from texting you. yet, he still manages to find something you-related to fill up his time as he starts scrolling through past conversations.

most of them are of you asking for his whereabouts so you could hand him something. occasionally, you’d send him a picture of your cat. some of them he’s saved to camera roll—only the ones featuring you too. 

he doesn’t know what he’ll do should you ever discover that he’s done this, but that’s a problem for future gojo.

he smiles to himself as he reads over the same messages he’s read over fifty times already. it’s nothing special—you’re calling him an idiot as you often do—but he cherishes it anyways. 

obviously, it’s because he appreciates your friendship, nothing more. gojo doesn’t have many friends, despite the fact that he exudes such addicting charisma, so he cherishes the ones he does have. he ignores the fact that the last time he texted shoko was four months ago.

the barista places his order onto the counter in those cardboard to-go trays. he pays and leaves quickly, long legs rushing him back to the building. he would have warped back, but the last time he did that, you yelled at him for scaring you. as amusing as it was, he’d rather not go through that again. plus, he runs the risk of spilling the coffee which also lands him in hot water.

“i have your coffee!” he exclaims as he enters with the coffee held out. you turn to him, rushing to grab the large cup off the tray. 

he watches as you taste-test, smacking your lips together in scrutiny, before you nod with approval, “i’m surprised you remembered all that.”

“eh…it wasn’t too difficult.”

you both launch into conversation about the students, but gojo doesn’t really care. it’s selfish of him to say, but he wants to hear you talk about yourself. he wants to know what you do on the weekends, the name of your favorite restaurant, whether or not you think circular sunglasses are cool. 

what are your opinions on white hair? are you the kind of person who prefers tall people over shorter ones? do you think he’s funny?

in reality, he could ask you all of these questions right now. after all, friends are open with one another, so why does he hesitate so much when it comes to you?

he swallows thickly, biting off the entire cake pop and chewing loudly. you glare at him, gagging as you turn your back to him.

“have some decorum, gojo,” you chastise, taking another sip of your coffee as you lean over to look into the darkened hallway for any signs of your students. “you’re nearly thirty, you know.”

“don’t you ever think about being in a relationship?”

he regrets the words as soon as he lets them slip past. gojo’s an expert at having things under control, and for the times he doesn’t, he’s an expert at pretending he does. yet, this is one of the rare moments where the thick cake of the cake pop gets stuck in his throat and he begins to choke.

his face grows red from all the effort he’s putting in to holding back his cough. in hindsight, that was definitely a mistake considering he’s got food blocking his airway, but he didn’t want to cough in front of you. 

there’s nothing attractive about hacking up half-chewed vanilla cake.

you don’t even bother turning around, still fixated on looking for the first-years. your coffee is almost finished, just a little bit left at the bottom of the cup, sloshing around with your slight movements. 

“not really—i’m happy like this. do you think they’re okay?”

he’s almost disappointed at how little thought you gave the question. but he can’t be, not when he thinks he might actually be dying. 

gojo’s silence confuses you. he’s never this silent, it’s worrying—you turn around to make sure everything is okay.

you don’t really have words for what you see. his face is tomato-red, lips pressed into a thin line like he’s holding something back. you rush to his side.

“gojo, what the fuck is wrong with you?!”

there have been several moments where you wanted to slam your closed fist against gojo, namely to teach him a lesson for being the absolute worst man you’ve ever had the displeasure of knowing. you never thought you’d get your chance while attempting to save him from choking on a cake pop.

not wasting anymore time, and perhaps a bit too eagerly, you slam your fist down against his spine. it’s not proper protocol for when someone is choking, but it gets the job done as the food dislodges itself and flies out his mouth. gojo begins coughing violently, leaning over to clutch at his stomach.

you grab at his collar, pulling him down to meet your furious gaze, “are you okay? what made you think- how did you even manage to live this long?”

gojo doesn’t really have an answer because the answer is unknown to him as well. he hopes the furious blush he’s sporting is overlooked as the aftermath of choking on cake. you’re still holding onto him, brows furrowed with anger and concern.

he glances to the side to see your almost finished coffee cup laying on the ground, abandoned. gojo carefully brings his arms up, resting his hands on your shoulders, “i’m fine, that was just a momentary lapse in judgment.”

“i think that was a lot longer than a moment.” “please never bring it up again.”

it’s been long enough that you should have moved away from him, let go of his high collar and stepped away so the two of you could pretend you weren’t sharing the same breath just moments ago. but you don’t.

and gojo doesn’t pull away either.

the silence is suffocating, so much so that he’s forced to face the part of himself he’s been avoiding religiously since he saw you again at the convenience store. actually, since he first met you as an egotistical second-year. 

the part of him that screams every time you’re around, that tries his hardest to be impressive so that you’d have a reason to look at him as someone beyond satoru gojo. the part of him that yearns to know anything and everything about you—that commits all your likes and dislikes to memory. 

his mind is reeling, thoughts swimming around his head: everything you. 

you, you, you. 

and what was he even supposed to do but stop and admire? but watch and yearn for you because deep down, he knows you could never see him as anyone other than a former classmate now coworker.

“gojo-sensei, i think you’re trying to get rid of us!” 

nobara’s voice breaks the spell that had its grasp on the two of you, parting from each other swiftly in hopes to avoid the students seeing anything. the last thing either of you needs is for them to think there’s something going on between you both.

but the three first-years are back before you can fully readjust from being mere inches away from gojo’s face, and the awkward tension in the air is most definitely palpable. 

they shift their eyes from you, to gojo, and back to you, sharing confused glances amongst each other as if you can’t see them. yuji shrugs and you turn away to grab your cup from off the ground. 

gojo watches as you leave first, reassuring a curious itadori that nothing’s wrong and nothing happened while they were gone. 

you, on the other hand, feel the butterflies inside once more. they travel down your arms and to your fingertips which still smell like gojo’s overpowering axe 3-in-1 cologne. 

how unlucky you are to be stuck working with the same guy you’ve had a crush on since high school. 

.・゜-: ✧ :-

the slight chill of fall transitions into the bitter cold of winter—you’ve appropriately bundled up in a brown tweed coat, complete with a woven scarf. 

in comparison, gojo wanders the streets with you in his usual get up, teeth chattering yet still insisting that he isn’t cold.  

it’s your day off, and initially, you intended on spending it cooped up inside your house with a warm mug of hot chocolate nestled between your hands. somehow, you find yourself spending it outside instead, walking side by side with gojo.

he’s humming some 80s city pop song, staring at the humble beginnings of what’s going to be elaborate christmas displays situated in front of the shops you pass by. 

embarrassingly, as he admires the flashing green and red lights, you admire him. there really is no reason for him to be as pretty as he is—especially since it can be argued that his personality is objectively bad. 

still, there’s no denying that the sharp line of his jaw, the softness of his slightly upturned mouth, the sparkle in his eyes and his hair let down (since he’s ditched the blindfold) is pretty compelling. you can understand why people fall at his feet, not that it would ever be you. 

as long as you’ve liked him, you’ve been trying to move on. maybe you would have been successful if he didn’t have a knack for sniffing you out, no matter where you are. anyways: dates have been pretty boring when you’re subconsciously comparing everyone to gojo. 

unfortunately for you, something about his impish sense of humor and his childish antics drew you in. why on earth did you fall for gojo? it’s truly baffling; top 10 questions scientists still can’t answer to this day.

the air shifts as gojo seems less entranced by the pretty lights (he really is a man-child). you try to pry your eyes away from him, not wanting to get caught staring, but you don’t see the harm in a few seconds longer. after all, it’s not everyday you get to shamelessly admire like this.

this, of course, like many decisions you’ve made in your life, is a mistake. gojo turns to you quickly, amused cerulean blue catching your blatant stare. 

he doesn’t say a word, just raises his eyebrows and smirks like he’s won something. you fluster nonetheless, clearing your throat and turning away to stare at the people across the street. 

apparently, gojo was feeling particularly bold today. he reasons it must have been the cookies you shared with him thirty minutes prior, but he’s wrapping his cold fingers around your wrist before he can realize it. you practically twirl into him, like a dance of sorts, perfectly caught off guard.

neither of you are fazed by the fact that you’ve stopped moving, creating a two person wall in the middle of the busy walkway. you’re waiting for him to explain—for him to let go of your wrist which is still held tightly against his palm. he’s trying to come up with something to say.

you feel uncomfortably warm, heartbeat loud and clear in your ears as it gets hard to breathe. you try to loosen the scarf with your free hand, figuring it must be wound too tight. you’re disappointed when it doesn’t help.

he’s staring again, just like he had that day when he choked on cake. you go back to that day often, hoping one of your revists will miraculously result in you deciphering exactly what it was you saw swimming in his gaze. 

you never do and here he is again, doing the same thing. 

“we should- get out of the way,” you urge him to move, tugging your arm to the side as you register angry mutters from passersby. gojo is only vaguely aware of his own two feet as he drags you away from the center of the sidewalk. 

when he still doesn’t speak, you scoff. you’re quickly growing tired of this silent game; as if you haven’t been left with mixed signals since high school. 

you twist out of his grasp, folding your arms over your chest, “why did you drag me out here, gojo? is there a purpose to this or did you just want to waste my day off?”

he laughs and you feel like you’ve been left out of an inside joke. if only you knew how selfish he’s being right now. he should feel bad, dragging you out of the comfort of your home to walk around the chilly streets of tokyo on one of the few days where you aren’t legally obligated to teach. 

he doesn’t, though. he’s enjoying this—he’s enjoying you. with every passing day gojo’s finding it nearly impossible to go without seeing you. he needs you like he needs his blindfold or sunglasses, like he needs kikufuku after tediously long missions. 

gojo never thought he was the best at keeping secrets, but he’s pretty good at keeping this one. he prides himself on knowing you have yet to find out how he scrambles to get ready every morning just so he could walk in at the same time as you. 

or the fact that you don’t know how he’s paid shoko $50 to tell him what your favorite flowers are, just so he could anonymously arrange a bouquet of them on your desk. then he had to sit and stand to the side in silence as he watched yuji take credit for them.

fighting a wide grin, he invades your personal space with ease, “you didn’t seem to mind when you were busy staring at me.”

he watches with glee as you sputter with embarrassment, eventually looking away from him with gritted teeth. 

“shut up,” you mumble, though it’s quiet and lacks any malice. “you’re really the worst, you know that?”

“you love me.”

“i’m cringing so hard right now.”

you really are, especially when he laughs, the sound warm and so welcome that you find yourself craving more. had you been alone, you would have located the nearest wall and slammed your head against it. nothing about this could be healthy. 

“come on, let’s go,” gojo says, a hesitant hand pressed to your lower back as he begins walking. you walk with him, shoulders slumping when he pulls away to let his hand rest by his side.

you don’t know why, but you’re brought back to when he asked if you ever think about being in a relationship. you can’t remember what you said at the time, being far too occupied with worrying for the safety of your students, but you fight yourself on bringing it up again.

would now be a good time? what if he thought you were weird for bringing it up again? knowing gojo, he’s probably moved on from whatever was plaguing him at the time—in fact, he probably doesn’t even remember asking.

“remember when you asked if i ever thought about being in a relationship?”

well. it’s out there now. no going back.

“yeah, you said you’re happy alone,” he recalls, then immediately turns to face you. “why? did that change recently?”

you shake your head, “no, because i wasn’t entirely being honest. i just said that because i wasn’t really paying attention.

sometimes, i do. but then i remember my profession and i don’t really know how it would work.”

your answer is truthful, as vulnerable as you’re willing to get with gojo on the side of the street. being a jujutsu sorcerer really cuts romance out of your everyday life. you’re not the type to want to endanger innocent people, and dating within the field is…impractical. 

gojo hums in response, sucking his cheeks against his teeth as he thinks, “i can understand that. but you can always find someone who’s also a sorcerer…”

he trails off suddenly, not wanting to continue. you don’t really seem to notice it, nor do you notice when he sighs out a weary laugh. 

he might die alone in this life, but if he could spend some of it knowing you covet him the way he does you, he would be content. there’s nothing he wouldn’t do to be yours. 

you swallow the lump in your throat, look past the prickle of fear at your fingertips, ignore the sour taste in your mouth and look up at him, “i suppose i could.”

neither of you say anything more, falling into comfortable silence as you walk together, pinkies brushing until he finally curls his around yours.

.・゜-: ✧ :-

gojo gives himself the simple pleasure of spending more time with you, around you, as the weeks inch closer to christmas day. 

the morale is definitely much better around this time of year, students excited to get a much needed break from the world of sorcery to bake sugary treats and exchange thoughtful gifts. 

you feel the same: excited to finally spend a few days at home, comfortable in the company of your cat and your favorite tv show. though, you’re not sure if you’re over-break plans will get hijacked once again by a very insistent satoru. 

he loves forcing his way into your life, and you’re all too willing to let him so technically, you’re a guilty party as well. 

you’re seated on the floor of one of the many classrooms at tokyo jujutsu tech, typing away at your laptop to hopefully finish off your last remaining mission report before you get off for christmas break. satoru is seated in a chair off to the side, legs kicked up on the desk, entirely unhelpful as always. 

he’s pulled on a hoodie over his usual jacket this time, having learnt from being stuck in the cold on your last outing together. though you’re pretty certain the bright pink hoodie belongs to a certain itadori yuji, and it’s useless inside the classroom, where the heater is kept at a nice 83 degrees.

you finish off your last sentence, hitting submit and stretching your arms up. your bones snap, crackle, and pop (much like the cereal), and you’re reminded of how old you’re getting to be. still, at least you’re not tailing the big 3-0 like gojo. 

“finally,” he groans, his hair bobbing in tandem with you exaggerated movements. “can we go home now?”

you pack your laptop into your bag, grabbing your coat from where you slung it over the desk, “no one asked you to stay with me, satoru.”

he’s not sure when you switched to his first name, but he’s glad you did. you say it like it belongs to you, and he can’t stop the soft smile that tugs at his lips whenever the name falls from your mouth.

gojo falls into step beside you as you both leave the classroom, and eventually, the campus itself. you plan to take the subway home, much like you always do, but gojo has other plans. 

“let me just warp you home, you know it’s so much faster than waiting for the train.”

you open your mouth to disagree, but you’re much too late. his hands are already on you and the world seems to disintegrate from beneath your feet. it’s always so disorienting, one of the main reasons you’re so opposed to being a part of it. 

but, you can’t deny that it is faster. 

it’s nice getting to skip the crowds that inevitably gather on the evening of christmas eve.

that doesn’t stop you from landing a punch against his arm. “you’re such an ass! i hate it when you do that!”

you drop your things to the floor, basking in the glory of your home—your happy place. it’s not until you’re tugging off your shoes and socks that you realize gojo’s still awkwardly standing behind you.

“you can go, you know,” you mutter, nodding towards the door since you’re unsure if he’s waiting for an invitation to say goodbye. the thought of him actually wanting to stay does cross your mind, but you deem it too impossible and disregard it.

“you’re gonna be alone for christmas, aren’t you?”

you scowl at him. what was the reason for him to remind you? most of your family live too far away for you to go visit and come back in time, so you are spending it alone. sadly.

flopping into the soft cushions of your couch, you respond, “i have my cat.” on cue, the slinky feline makes his way from behind the couch and onto your lap.

he nods, fidgets, then sighs. you raise your eyebrows as if to say: “spit it out”.

“you know, it’s funny- i’m spending christmas alone too. maybe we should…spend it together.” 

his eyes gleam from behind his rectangular sunglasses which are sitting too low on the bridge of his nose. he’s waiting, nervously, for your response. if he’s clocked you right, then you shouldn’t be opposed. then again, he has a bad habit of viewing every situation in a more favorable light than it really is.

“i wouldn’t mind.”

so you find yourself holed up in the kitchen, satoru glued to your side, as you attempt to make gingerbread cookies. neither of you are particularly a fan of the flavor, but it’s in spirit so you make it anyway. 

gojo’s a horrendous cook, as expected. he has the magic touch aka the ability to make a mess of anything he’s been assigned to do. 

miraculously, the cookies turn out and you spend the next hour decorating. he makes himself first (obviously), and then you. you bite back a laugh as he grumbles about how the sprinkle doesn’t match your eyes, but settles for that color despite it not being truthful. 

he speeds through making his first-years, complains about being tired, then takes a bite out of your head.

“eat yourself! why would you destroy me?” you yell, wrestling the cookie out of his hands. his fingers are covered in frosting, the sticky sweetness now coating your own hands. 

gojo shouts with his mouth half-full, crumbs spewing everywhere, “it’s my cookie! i decide what to do with it!”

your tug of war lands the cookie in pieces on the table, and he watches with despair as you clean it up and throw it out. by the time you get back, he’s made a gravestone for your “dead” cookie.

he helps you clean up, which basically means he watches as you clean up, then drags you to the couch to play his favorite cringy hallmark movie. 

you’re thirty minutes in and you don’t really remember what the movie is even about. they all share the same plot anyway, you’re sure you’re not missing any cinematic masterpieces. you’ve curled up your knees your chest, hugging them close as you rest your chin against them. satoru is seated beside you, one arm thrown over the back of the couch. 

it’s the hours ticking by, and the sugar-rush wearing off, you’re sure of it, but you begin to lean into him. your head hits his shoulder, gojo doesn’t move. instead, when you drowsily slip down to rest your head against his chest, he moves his arm around you to support you.

you wake up the next morning, head tucked under his chin with your leg thrown lazily over his waist and his arms tightly wrapped around you. 

unprofessional doesn’t even begin to cover it.

hands pressed to his chest, you work on exiting his embrace, but you’re also deathly afraid to wake him. you know pretty well how little gojo sleeps, he’s always texting you at 3 in the morning complaining about sleep evading him once again. he deserves this sleep.

but it’s creepy for you to stay in his arms when you’re awake and aware. 

you peer up at him, his placid face as his chest rises and falls with deep breaths. his hair is messily covering his eyes, long lashes fluttering lightly against his cheeks. instinctively, you reach up and brush some hair out of his sight and gojo shifts awake.

he blinks a few times, taking in his surroundings, remembering where he is, then looks down at you with a wide smile, “good morning.”

you hate how domestic it feels—like he’s showing you how wonderful life would be if you were his, only to then take it away because you can’t have him.

“are you gonna let go?” you ask, your voice thick with sleep.

he pretends to consider it, but he’s relishing this moment for as long as he can. it’s not everyday the person you love ends up wrapped up in your arms.

“no, i don’t think i will. let’s go back to sleep.”

he ignores your weak protests and shuts his eyes once again. you huff, but secretly, you’re grateful he didn’t let go. something about being with him like this is relaxing; it’s where you’re meant to be.

.・゜-: ✧ :-

winter comes and goes, christmas was remarkably boring. sure, you spent the day with gojo, but there was nothing special about it (aside from your quickened heartbeat). you’re a bigger fan of spring.

it’s raining outside, pretty heavily for spring showers. normally, the students would be out training, giving you some time to yourself but the rain caused a change of plans.

everyone is seated in your classroom, talking amongst themselves while waiting for the rain to clear. satoru is texting you incessantly about anything and everything. you actually make an effort to reply.

you and gojo have definitely been different since he spent christmas with you. he’s much nicer, courteous of you and your feelings. suddenly, he’s bringing you coffee every morning and taking you out for lunch whenever he can.

when he goes out on his own missions, he brings back souvenirs for you and only you. you find yourself alone with him more often nowadays, whether it be at school or at your house. he’s always around somehow and you don’t mind in the slightest.

it’s obvious enough that even the first-years (including yuji) have picked up on it.

megumi went the subtle route, asking if you had gotten into a relationship since you seemed much happier lately. nobara was more direct: she confronted you head on and asked about gojo. yuji, after being caught up by nobara, wished you and satoru a prosperous relationship. 

you wanted to tell them to stop holding out hope; nothing was ever going to come of this. but that meant confirming that there was something there to begin with, which is terrifying. 

you want it so bad. you want so badly to hold his hand and feel him holding back just as tightly. to be able to say he’s yours and hear him say that you’re his. the dangerous thing about your ever-growing closeness with him was the rapidly blurring line between friend and lover.

gojo is a friend, a good one. but what about the gojo that knows your coffee order by heart? and what of the gojo that grins when you call him “satoru” instead? what about the gojo that spent his christmas with you, holding you in his arms? is he still just a friend even then?

you don’t realize how you’re ignoring gojo’s messages until he’s storming into the classroom, shiny shoes stomping on the ground as he marches to your desk.

“stop ignoring me! i’m trying to hold a conversation.”

you laugh in place of an apology, and he doesn’t leave. instead, he pulls up a chair and takes a seat next to you. you’re well aware of the first-years watching intently, desperate to catch any sign that their two senseis were breaking the code of conduct and fraternizing. 

gojo was certainly willing to play into it, his arm around your shoulder, whispering in your ear. you smile but you feel ill. the line blurs even further. 

the next half-hour passes quickly—you’re wrapped up in satoru’s arms like you often are now. before you know it, you’re waving goodbye to your students as they gather their things and leave. 

with them gone, you wait for gojo to drop the act, retreat into his seat like being all up in your personal space was just a game for him. like everything he’s done so far was just a silly little game that you fell for. 

he doesn’t.

“satoru, what’re we doing?” you ask, and you hate the way your voice cracks ever so slightly. you hope he doesn’t pick up on it, and if he did, he doesn’t say anything.

“uh- sitting here? do you need me to explain exactly-”

“you know i’m not talking about that.”

he’s silent. you’re disappointed. 

your chair screeches across the wooden floor and you push back, getting ready to leave. anger bubbles inside you, crawling up your throat and burning behind your eyes as they fill with tears. you gather your things swiftly, ignoring gojo as he asks where you’re going. 

does he not see how awful he’s being? how confusing he’s being?

maybe you’re only angry because of how long it’s been—how the years you spent without him in your life didn’t ease the way your heart ached when you saw him again. what if you’re reading into everything? what if you’re ruining a good thing?

he stands up with you, rushing after you as you leave. if you’re ruining a good thing then so be it, you’d rather have answers.

“are you gonna tell me where you’re going?”

you don’t respond. 

gojo catches up to you quickly—curse his long legs—and stands in front of you menacingly. you’re irritated, embarrassed. he’s the last person you want to see. 

your vision goes blurry, you blink back tears and gojo makes it worse when he points it out. “are you crying?”

“no, dumbass,” you snap. “my eyes are just leaking water.”

he doesn’t say a word, but he hugs you. it’s exactly what you wanted and exactly what you didn’t want at the same time. balling your hands into fists, you slam them against his chest and fight for him to let go.

“i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to make things confusing.”

you calm down and wait, he continues. 

“i was being pretty selfish. i don’t know how you feel about me but i don’t think we’re on the same page.”

god, this is the worst.

“i think i really love you.”

you lurch away from him and he flinches. he doesn’t meet your eyes, it’s the first time he’s the one to look away.

gojo brings a hand up to tug his blindfold down over his eyes, “you can go, i’ll pretend this never happened.”

you’re quiet, gojo’s wondering why you haven’t left his sight. why you haven’t run off and blocked him. nothing prepares him for the way you lean forward and grab his collar. it’s reminiscent of an earlier time, when he still thought you were nothing more than a good friend of his. 

he was an idiot then. 

your gentle hands push up his blindfold, folding his hair back with it. his eyes shine as they stare into your own, bright blue and confused. he feels like he’s being forced to act in a play without knowing his own lines. 

your hands rest on his shoulders and you pull him down. he brings his own to your waist, but hover, hesitant to place them in case he’s wrong. 

gojo’s sure you’ve stolen his breath with the way you’re looking at him now, but then you kiss him and he short circuits. there’s no time to think, to be indecisive, because here you are and you’re giving him exactly what he’s wanted since the moment you walked into class during his second-year.

something in him snaps into place, his hands flying to your face to press you flush against him as he breathes life back into you. you falter at his ferocity but he’s holding you and there really is no time to think. 

“i think i really love you.”

you don’t have to say it back to him, he knows you feel the same with your hands in his hair and your smile against his lips.

you pull away and take a moment to breathe.

“you’re the worst, satoru.”

i have a test today wish me luck.

Smut| Fluff| Suggestive| Angst| Crack|

Haikyuu

$ Top 10 anime men who lay pipe expeditiously

$ Ceo!Kiyoomi: “Business as Usual”

$ Oikawa Tooru: “You get the things that you deserve” “Oikawa’s feelings toward the reader”

$ Timeskip!Kenma Kosume: “Camera Shy”

$ Sakusa, Bokuto, and Atsumu: “Meeting a beautiful fan”

$ Osamu Miya: “Forget me Not”

$ Boyfriend!Kiyoomi: “The cat dilemma”

$ Boyfriend!Kiyoomi: “Weird guy”

$ Boyfriend!Kiyoomi: “Sunshine”

$ Boyfriend!Kiyoomi: “Laptop”

$ Boyfriend!Kiyoomi: “Physical Therapy”

$ Boyfriend!Kiyoomi: “Biggest Fan”

$ College!Bokuto: “Strawberry Jam”

$ Top Five Haters in Haikyuu!!

$ CrimeAU!Kiyoomi: “New Recruit”

$ CrimeAU!Kiyoomi: “Unconventional”

$ CrimeAU!Kiyoomi: “Offering”

$ CrimeAU!Kiyoomi: “Honeymoon”

$ CrimeAU!Kiyoomi: “Champagne”

Bnha

$ Boyfriend!Bakugou: “Like-Like”

$ Boyfriend!Bakugou: “Poor Timing”

$ Boyfriend!Bakugou: “New lovers / First sighting”

$ Bestfriend!Bakugou: “Being Annoying”

$ Midoriya Izuku: “Horny drunk”

$ Shinsou Hitosh / Bimbo!reader

Chainsaw Man

$ Aki Haykawa: “Admonishment”

$ Aki Haykawa: “Favorite”

$ Aki Haykawa: “Glutton”

JJK

$ Yuuta Okkotsu: “Gift Wrapped 💌”

$ Brat tamer!Yuuta Okkotsu: “Don’t be so mean to Yuuta!”

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K

$ Saiki K: “Psych Kick”

SPICE IS GREAT BUT SOMETIMES I JUST WANNA READ FLUFF AND NOTHING MORE

When you just want to read fluffs but theres a shit ton of smut of the character:

words to use instead of

as 

while 

when,

whilst

 even as

 just as

 just when

 simultaneously as

 so long as

 at the moment that

 at the same time that at the time that

 in the act of

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on the point of

during the time that

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watched

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up to now

smiled

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grin

laugh

smirk

simper

be gracious

express friendliness

express tenderness

look amused

look delighted

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look pleased

touch

brush

caress

feel

handle

hit

kiss

lick

pat

reach

rub

strike

stroke

tap

abut

adjoin

border

communicate

contact

converge

dab

examine

finger

fondle

frisk

glance

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grope

inspect

join

line

manipulate

march

massage

meet

neighbor

osculate

palm

palpate

partake

paw

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pet

probe

push

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sip

smooth

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feel up

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fight for breath

frowned

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movement

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whorl

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— jjk masterlist

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Hey Snow,

I realized I didn't answer the first one right for your summer event. Sorry here is the correct one.

But BNHA Aizawa for the summer he would actually spend time at the beach, he may hate the crowds but there isn't anything that he wouldn't do for Eri.

Perhaps its something he is doing with his significant other (female reader) or you could included some of his friends perhaps.

— beach days with aizawa & eri

hi aj don’t worry about it, thank you for sending an ask!! i decided to mix them both together if that’s okay with you? i hope this is something you wanted ;)

WARNINGS: fem!reader - fluff - dadzawa - the reader and aizawa being called mom & dad by eri - 600 words

event masterlist

thank you @myrulia for beta reading <3

You guided everyone, walking onto the beach with your bags, putting them down happily when you found the right spot, turning around to face your lover. “See Sho- It’s not that busy here.” You told him with a smile as he looked around in shock.

Shocked because this part of the beach barely had any people on a hot summer day. Aizawa didn’t really want to go to the beach because he hated the idea of crowds yet he couldn’t say no when you asked him to go to the beach and suggested to take Eri along.

There wasn’t anything Aizawa wouldn’t do for you, even if it meant he would be at the most crowded place of the beach. “How’d you find a place like this on a hot summer day, love?” He asked, putting Eri’s backpack down and smiling a bit.

“I’m just wonderful.” You teased him, kissing his cheek as you walked away to fix your blankets. “Eri come here- Let me put on sunscreen.” You smiled, sitting down as she came running. “Okay mom.” She answered, only making your smile grow bigger.

Aizawa and you had been together way before Eri but when she came into the picture you decided to keep her. Eri didn’t accept you at first because you weren’t there at the rescue mission yet slowly but surely she opened up to you and recently started calling you mom.

The way you took care of her as your own made him want actual kids with you, it only made him love you more because he saw a side of you he had never seen before.

Aizawa was so glad to come so far with you in his life, he had never expected to get so far with you. The truth to be told, he never expected someone to fall for someone like him yet here you were.

He slowly drifted away in his thoughts, smiling to himself as he sat down, only to be taken out of his thoughts not too much after. “Dad, I’m gonna swim, look!” Eri told him excitedly, showing off her swimming bands.

“Oh really? Stay safe alright.” Aizawa smiled, patting her head gently. “I will, mom made sure my bands are the best.” She giggled, running over to the water and putting her feet in it, playing around a bit as his worries slowly washed away when he noticed how much fun she was having.

“Hey Sho.” You started, sitting down next to him as he turned towards you, a smile growing on his face. “Hey love, are you having fun?” He asked with a smile and you nodded a bit, pecking his lips.

“Mhm come here.” Aizawa mumbled, pulling you closer to him. “Sho- Eri’s here-“ You giggled, only to be cut off by him pressing his lips against yours, humming a bit against your lips as you kissed back.

He deepened the kiss as you put a blanket over your heads, trying to hide those actions from Eri and have a bit of privacy as Aizawa pulled back, laughing a bit at your action.

“You’re adorable you know.“ He smiled, rubbing his nose against yours as you laughed, Aizawa pressing his lips against yours once again not much after.

“Mom, dad, look!” Eri yelled, happily running towards the two of you as you pulled back, slapping Aizawa’s chest playfully and laughed a bit while leaning against him, the blanket falling off.

“What do you have there?” Aizawa smiled and Eri showed a shell proudly. “I’m going to find more.“ She told you excitedly and you nodded, giving her a warm smile.

Even though Aizawa didn’t wanna come to the beach at first, he ended up having a lot of fun and quite a lot of kiss blocks but he couldn’t complain.

It’s the most fun he had in a while and it was with the two he loved the most, what more could he ask for?

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jujutsu kaisen masterlist;

personal faves = ♡

FUSHIGUROU MEGUMI

the cat will love you! ➳ fluff

GOJO SATORU

let me hold you ➳ established relationship, comfort fluff

i like you! ➳ slice of life, friends to lovers, fluff

nine-to-five ➳ office!au, humour

excuses to stay ➳ mutual pining

singularity ➳ fluff, action

“i think i’m in love with you” ➳ friends to lovers, fluff

INUMAKI TOGE

laundry day ➳ domestic fluff, established relationship

good luck, lovebirds! ➳ bickering friendship

secret language ♡ ➳ fluff

KAMO CHOSO

the protector ➳ enemies to friends, platonic relationship, slight angst

because i choose you ➳ domestic fluff, established relationship

introducing, my love ➳ fluff

OKKOTSU YUTA

strings of fate ➳ soulmate!au, angst, best friends!au 

the warmth in this kitchen ➳ slight angst, roommate!au, comfort fluff

haikyuu!! masterlist;

personal faves = ♡

AKAASHI KEIJI

but it’s the same sky ➳ long distance relationship, comfort fluff, angst

distraction ➳ fluff, slightly suggestive

pining at the train station ➳ mutual pining

it always comes back to you ➳ slice of life, slight angst, fluff

wrong attachment ➳ humour

KAGEYAMA TOBIO

gold ➳ soulmate!au, fluff

KENMA KOZUME

“i’d never give up on you” ➳ comfort fluff

how the fights end ➳ slight angst, comfort fluf

knoxhult ➳ domestic fluff

adore you! ➳ established relationship, fluff

for your amusement ➳ post-timeskip, fluff

“you can braid my hair if you want” ➳ roommate!au, slight fluff

the k in kenma is for kisses ➳ comfort fluff

hearts on your contact name ➳ fluff

it’s not a big deal ➳ established relationship, post-timeskip, fluff

MIYA ATSUMU

post-surgery delirium ➳ fluff

invitation ➳ kindergarten!au

“did you just call me babe?!” ➳ fluff

hate that i love you ➳ slight angst, fluff

OIKAWA TOORU

the jealous streak that comes with dating an olympian ➳ comfort fluff

the anticlimactic end ➳ breakup, angst

you’re my person ➳ tooth-rotting fluff, slight angst, university!au

august ➳ unestablished relationship, fluff, angst, post-high school

let me walk you home ➳ fluff, pining

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

your hand in mine, we’ll go ♡ ➳ established relationship, comfort fluff

the tenderness of drying your lover’s hair ➳ fluff

how to deal with a stressed kiyoomi ➳ fluff, bickering

can you hear it in the silence? ➳ tooth-rotting fluff

SUNA RINTAROU

every step of the way ➳ comfort fluff, slight angst

milk teeth ➳ angst

and it led me to you ♡ ➳ neighbours!au, acquaintances to lovers, slow burn

invisible string ➳ soulmate!au, fluff

crush (i) / the date (ii) ➳ enemies to lovers, childhood friends, fluff

what makes you happiest ♡ ➳ one-sided pining, best friends!au, angst

cityscape ➳ fluff

eyes on the road, not on me ➳ fluff

nap time ➳ fluff

and yours? ➳ mutual pining, pre-timeskip

why is tumblr not showing me top posts, this is

𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲

summary: your boyfriend, who you live with, wants your attention, but you're too busy playing with your new cat to notice him.

warning: none

pairing: miya atsumu x reader

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You weren't the one who wanted a cat. In fact, you were against the idea when Atsumu originally suggested it to you one Friday night while he laid on your lap, watching you use your phone with heavy-lidded eyes as you played with his hair when suddenly, he blurted out:

"I'm getting a cat."

You moved your phone aside to give your boyfriend an incredulous stare. "And have you make me take care of it all by myself after you realize that pets require high maintenance? No thanks."

Atsumu jutted his bottom lip out, displeased. "Please?" His eyes sparkle, lips downturned into a pout as he attempted to coax you into give in to his suggestion with his infamous puppy-dog eyes.

You boop his nose. "Nice try babe, but my answer's still no."

Three days after that, he shows up in your shared apartment with a kitten in his arms without warning, smiling unabashedly at you and leaving you no other choice but to welcome the pet to your home otherwise, and you quote Atsumu, he's never going to talk to you again. Petty bastard.

But one month passes, and Atsumu's beginning to regret adopting that damn cat which you named Tsum-Tsum (he still can't believe you named the cat after him). He feels kind of honored that you did, but he's too busy sulking and brimming in jealousy to celebrate this because, in spite of you being completely against owning a cat a month ago, now you look at Tsum-Tsum with stars in your eyes; the same look that you usually reserve for Atsumu and Atsumu alone.

See, you never wanted a cat. And yet, now he finds himself fighting against that very same cat he brought home, for your attention.

Atsumu arrives from practice later than usual. He's beat. His arms are aching from throwing balls all day and he's starving. As soon as he enters the apartment, he discards his bag somewhere in the hallway, too enraptured in his eagerness to find you that he couldn't be bothered to glance at where it lands; after a long day of practice, all he wants right now is you tucked in his arms and some food.

He finds you in the living room. Your head is resting on the headrest of the couch and you're too busy watching whatever's playing on the flatscreen that you don't notice him until he calls out your name.

Your lips are quick to stretch into a smile as you sit up at the sound, and his heart practically melts at the sight. God, he sighs dreamily, you're so fucking beautiful.

"How was your day?" You ask.

"Bad," Atsumu mumbles as he walks towards you.

Your smile drops, worry taking over your pretty face. "Why? What happened?"

He leans down when he's close enough to you, pressing his lips on your own for a brief moment. "You weren't with me all day," He answers, pouting.

You rolled your eyes, smiling fondly at your boyfriend.

Noticing a small lump on your lap from the corner of his eyes, he looks down and scowls. Atsumu shoots the kitten sitting comfortably on your lap a glare, and he swears Tsum-Tsum shoots him one back.

His scowl deepened.

You see this and chuckle, moving your feet on the ground so Atsumu can sit next to you. "Stop bullying the cat, Tsumu," You mutter, amused.

"He started it," He plops down on your side, glum. Immediately, Atsumu takes the kitten from your lap and puts him down on the floor so he can lay his head on you. Tsum-Tsum hisses at Atsumu.

You gape at him. "Atsumu!"

Atsumu grins at you, feigning innocence. "What?" But his grin quickly fades into a frown when Tsum-Tsum jumps back to your lap not even a second later.

You coo at Tsum-Tsum, running your hands through his fur while he purrs in delight.

Atsumu's blood boils.

He's the one who's supposed to be laying on your lap dammit, and your hands should be playing with his hair because you're his girlfriend.

"Such a cute little kitten," You continue to coo. Facing Atsumu, you flash him a grin. "Right, Tsumu?"

Atsumu huffs, stubbornly turning his head the other way with his arms crossed over his chest. He really shouldn't have adopted that cat.

An hour later and your attention is still fixed on the kitten on your lap, barely even sparing your own boyfriend who's pouting beside you like a child and is desperate for the comfort your hugs bring to him, a glance.

"Y/N," He starts, patience wearing thin.

"Hm?" You don't take your eyes away from Tsum-Tsum.

Atsumu sighed in annoyance. "Y/N," He repeats again, trying to get your eyes to look at him.

This time, you don't even respond to him, too caught up in watching your show and petting your purring cat.

"That's it," Atsumu snaps. He plucks the kitten from your lap again and puts it down on the ground. Before Tsum-Tsum can even think about returning to your lap, Atsumu has swept you into his arms.

You blink in surprise. "What are you doing?" You look at him with accusatory eyes. "Put me down."

"No," Atsumu says firmly. He stands up without warning and strolls to your shared bedroom, carrying you in his arms: bridal style.

The both of you enter the room, and Atsumu kicks the door behind him shut so the cat can't come in and steal you from him again. Atsumu gently places you on the bed after, ignoring the perplexed look you're giving him as he dives into the bed and snuggles up to your side, one arm wrapped around your waist possessively.

Despite yourself, your cheeks flush. "What's this about?" You mumble, moving slightly to your side so you can lay more comfortably. You reach up to draw random shapes on his back, humming.

"Mhm," He sighed in content. Finally. "Missed you."

Your laugh echoes around the room and his chest warms at the lovely sound. He never gets tired of hearing your laugh. Even just hearing it puts him in a good mood. If Atsumu had his way, he'd have you by his side everytime of the day. He loves you that much.

"Kiss me?" He tilts his head up, eyes closed and lips puckered up expectantly in your direction.

Smiling so wide that your cheeks start to hurt, you oblige, because who are you to say no to your adorable boyfriend?

So you like ‘Samu better, huh…. allow me to change your mind

SUB BOY THOUGHTS ABSOLUTELY ,,,

sub!tsumu who falls so easily into subspace. like he gets so dumb and vulnerable for you, completely entrusting his body to you. he lets you use and play with him all you want, and all he can do is babble and cry and thank you over and over again.

and when he’s overstimulated he gets really, really dumb. when you have him sat with his back to your chest, holding him to you, a hand tugging and rolling at his nipples, the other fisting at his cock endlessly. you’re unforgiving as you pull orgasm after orgasm out of him— his legs are trembling, flopped lazily onto the bed because he no longer had the energy to try and fight you and clamp them close; his eyes are crossed, his face and chest are flushed, his cheeks damp with tears, lip quivering as you messily stroke at his cock. his cock’s a mess too, just drenched in cum and spit and it hurts, hurts so bad, but he can’t help but want more, more, more—

do with this what u will bb i just had to share he’s always heavy on my mind 😓

LIKE PUTTY | MIYA ATSUMU X GN!READER

warnings: 18+, sub!atsumu, gn!reader, overstimulation, rimming, fingering (m!receiving)

a/n: sal you spoil me rotten.

"c'mon babe, i can't," atsumu sobs. tears are streaming down his flushed cheeks and his pink lips are bitten raw from all the times he tried to quiet his own noises. he's brainless—every silly little thought of his gone and replaced by the way you just won't stop stroking his cock, making his muscles tremble under your touch. it feels so good it hurts, and his mind is torn in an endless battle of trying to sneak away from the sensation or thrust towards it. "i can't cum anymore," he cries, voice uncharacteristically high and whiny, "i'll die."

"so dramatic," you tsk, the hand that's not playing with his cock coming up across his chest to wrap around his neck. "stop talking, you're distracting me."

atsumu chokes on a garbled moan as you twist your hand around his shaft in a way that makes his thighs shake. he jerks forward, only to be pinned back to his original position by the fingers digging into either side of his jugular. “not my cock,” he rasps, grasping helplessly at the blankets below him. “not my cock, please not my cock. i can’t, i can’t, i can’t—”

his words taper off into a breathy exhale as you release his length, hand coming to rest along the inside of his thigh. “not your cock, hm?” he nods dumbly, even the slight movement making his eyes swirl with dizzying colors. 

“please not my cock,” he slurs, drool pooling at the corner of his lips. his hazy eyes search for yours, pleading. “’nywhere else, jus’ not my cock.”

“aw, anywhere else?” you coo, letting go of his neck to thread your fingers through his hair. shuffling back, you put a hand on his upper back, tenderly pushing him forward until he’s on his hands and knees, back arching. “how ‘bout this cute ass, then? you mind if i play with it?”

he spreads his legs wide, allowing you to kneel between the back of his thighs and mold the flesh of his ass. his body’s too tired for him to balance his weight of his forearms, so he’s like putty below you, responsive and willing and unable to fight the pleasure you give him.

“no,” he responds, muffled by how his face is pressed into the sheets. “touch me... there. please.”

“there you go,” you purr. “telling me what you want.”

atsumu’s ears practically perk up at the telltale sound of the bottle of lube being opened. you lather up a couple of fingers and he keens, a sound that’s torn from his chest, as you circle his rim. he subconsciously wiggles his hips, trying to get you inside him already, and you scoff, giving him a sharp slap on the ass and making him whine.

“don’t be bad,” you scold, punctuating your order with pinching his flesh.

“sorry,” he snivels, “sorry. jus’ want it so bad, y'always make me feel so good.”

you lean forward to kiss the back of his neck and he shudders at the affection. “i know, baby,” you whisper in his ear, sending shivers down his spine. “i’ll make you feel good, don’t worry.”

you ease all his concerns by pushing your fingers in all the way to the third knuckle and he thrashes, nothing but hiccups and moans pouring from his mouth. his tight hole flutters around the intrusion and you grin, prodding your fingertips along his prostate and watching how his knuckles whiten.

“oh god,” he wails. “oh,” you pull your fingers out completely, before immediately thrusting back in, “god.”

you push and pull in and out in a steady rhythm, and just when atsumu starts to get comfortable, just when he starts shifting his hips back to meet your fingers, you add a third, forcing his eyes to roll back.

“you think you could cum just from this?” you purr, other hand rubbing circles along his lower back. “you think you could cum just from my fingers in your ass like a slut?”

he replies instantaneously, a garbled “yes” spilling from his lips as easy as air from his lips. “i’m your slut,” he mumbles. “and you feel so,” a fourth finger joins the other three, “so good, fuck!”

you let your fingers fill him whole, refusing to pull them out and instead just rotating your wrist and letting them press fully against his prostate. “that feel good? huh?”

“fuck, i’m gonna cum,” he says in a hushed tone, hands clenching into tight fists. you hold down on the bundle of nerves and he gasps, fighting to get air into his lungs. “gonna cum so hard.”

“do it, baby. be a good boy ‘n cum.”

“gonna,” he chokes out, before taking a sharp inhale of breath and spilling cum all over his thighs and the bed below him. his shoulders are wound tight—you can see the muscles constricting under tan skin as he pushes himself farther into the bed, hips rolling in a sad attempt to grind his cock onto something. “fuck,” he whimpers as you fuck him through his orgasm. “holy fuck.”

you gently massage the tense muscles in his back as he comes down from his high, panting with heavy heaves of his chest. “that’s a good boy,” you murmur, giving him a peck on the cheek. 

you cradle his face with your palm and he nuzzles farther into the touch with a small hum. ignoring the squelch of cum below him, his eyelids flutter shut and you visibly feel him relax, exhaustion catching up with him.

“that’s a good boy.”

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us against the sunrise.

featuring levi ackerman.

content: very very veeeeery fluffy morning sex with levi, unprotected sex, comfort sex because well levi deserves it.

author's note: thank you so much for 3k, please enjoy this little drabble until my wrist gets better !

‘Just like that,’ he mutters, grip on your ass tightening to help you move up and down his length still buried deep inside you. Beautiful fallen angel laid on the bed, raven hair plastered on the pillow, few locks falling right before his steely eyes. Mouth slightly agape, following the bouncy moves of your breast, sometimes drifting away to the spot where your bodies collide.

Bodies made for each other, fitting the other like a glove, every imperfection of one completing the other. Face contorted in pleasure, you ride him ever so slowly, no rush, time consuming act of undying love : This is how you both like it in the morning, soft and slow, loving and beautiful.

And when his eyes met yours, glassy and covered by a shiny veil of lust and desire, he knew you were close. Slowly burying his elbows in the mattress for leverage, straightening the upper part of his body, Levi bent his knees, heels diving in the sheets. This new position allowed him to thrust deeper into you, hips moving faster against yours, making you almost lose your balance at the sudden change of rhythm.

Leaning forward to wrap your trembling arms around his shoulders, you throw your head back as a strangled cry falls off your parted lips, letting your lover piston in and out of you to help you reach your orgasm. Your back arches painfully, knot in your stomach tightening, almost crushing your insides.

‘I’m gonna—‘ words stuck in your throat, hot waves of pleasure wash over your body, having you a moaning mess. Velvet walls fluttering around his cock, hugging it all nicely, almost too tight, the feeling of his lips leaving wet kisses all over your neck had you seeing stars, patches of colors blurring your vision.

The low groan he let out was soon followed by thick hot spurts of cum painting your insides white, rushing straight to your womb in a comforting and warm embrace, hips stuttering against yours. Standing still for a while, face buried in your heaving chest, lips brushing over the sensitive flesh of your breast, his arms carefully wrap themselves around your shaky waist, pulling you closer to him, as if he was desperately trying to melt in you.

Softly, the tip of your nose find its way to his ever-so-slightly-covered-in-sweat hair, inhaling the intoxicating scent of his — The one who drives you crazy and makes you crave more. You could stay like this forever, never bored of the oh so cherished feeling of him in you, hot breath fanning over your skin.

Planting a tender kiss on the top of his head, fingers slowly tracing imaginary drawings on the skin of his back, you finally close your eyes, rocked by the peaceful sound of his heartbeats. There was nothing more beautiful than to feel him against you, safe, and alive.

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Our 18+ nsfw writers in the server were given the following prompt and asked to write a fic to go along with it! We had an even bigger response to this prompt than the last one with the server growing even bigger so there’s plenty for you to read 🥵

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caramel frappuccino

⤷ sypnosis. in which sakusa kiyoomi tries not to fall in love with the girl who spilled her favorite drink on him; or sakusa being your breakfast buddy until you realize your feelings and eat together for every meal

⤷ pairing. sakusa kiyoomi x reader

⤷ genre. college!au, enemies?? to lovers, friends to lovers, lovers to friends, crack, fluff, angst to the bones

⤷ warnings. swearing; angst; basically my madness showing itself from time to time

⤷ status. completed

⤷ disclaimer. pictures used are not mine and are all credited to their owners. haikyuu characters are owned by haruichi furudate.

introductions

⤷ y/n’s squad || sakusa’s squad

one. let the clowns be

two. pokemon macaroons

three. don’t leave me on read

four. something called love

five. don’t miss me too much

six. just us two

seven. am i doing it right?

eight. see you at 8

nine. mom, i think i’m in love

ten. code red

eleven. she’s a psycho

twelve. are you asking me on a date?

thirteen. that sounds desperate

fourteen. ship: sailing soon

fifteen. be a man

sixteen. please don’t be sakusa kiyoomi

seventeen. i’m just her friend

eighteen. let’s go out

nineteen. you were right, tooru

twenty. the truth untold

twenty one. our love wasn’t meant to happen

twenty two. too early to break my heart

twenty three. damn you, tetsurou

twenty four. you like y/n

twenty five. so now i’m babie?

twenty six. history repeats itself

twenty seven. make a wish

twenty eight. epilogue

the real epilogue - five years later and more; end.

caramel frappuccino

⤷ sypnosis. in which sakusa kiyoomi tries not to fall in love with the girl who spilled her favorite drink on him; or sakusa being your breakfast buddy until you realize your feelings and eat together for every meal

⤷ pairing. sakusa kiyoomi x reader

⤷ genre. college!au, enemies?? to lovers, friends to lovers, lovers to friends, crack, fluff, angst to the bones

⤷ warnings. swearing; angst; basically my madness showing itself from time to time

⤷ status. completed

⤷ disclaimer. pictures used are not mine and are all credited to their owners. haikyuu characters are owned by haruichi furudate.

introductions

⤷ y/n’s squad || sakusa’s squad

one. let the clowns be

two. pokemon macaroons

three. don’t leave me on read

four. something called love

five. don’t miss me too much

six. just us two

seven. am i doing it right?

eight. see you at 8

nine. mom, i think i’m in love

ten. code red

eleven. she’s a psycho

twelve. are you asking me on a date?

thirteen. that sounds desperate

fourteen. ship: sailing soon

fifteen. be a man

sixteen. please don’t be sakusa kiyoomi

seventeen. i’m just her friend

eighteen. let’s go out

nineteen. you were right, tooru

twenty. the truth untold

twenty one. our love wasn’t meant to happen

twenty two. too early to break my heart

twenty three. damn you, tetsurou

twenty four. you like y/n

twenty five. so now i’m babie?

twenty six. history repeats itself

twenty seven. make a wish

twenty eight. epilogue

the real epilogue - five years later and more; end.

hii! can i get a kuroo or akaashi (up to you hehe) scenario where they got a new manager girl and he is intimidated by her sharp features but then he saw the way she smiles at the other members and he just fell in love with her(灬º‿º灬)♡ thank you in advance! have a nice day and saty safe!(ʃƪ＾3＾）

Due to the use of cute emojis, I will be writing this request with utmost haste.

Enjoy!!

Intimidate. (Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader)

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“...so what do you think of our new manager?” 

“Lev, you’re absolutely terrible at whispering. Shut up.” 

“Kenma! She might hear you!” 

“I- you know what, I’m leaving. I hope you’re never able to properly receive.” 

Kuroo Tetsurou was not the kind of guy who was easily intimidated by anything. In fact, he was the kind of guy who dragged his friends into scary movies and haunted houses, willing to step up to the challenge. 

So just what was this?

When Coach Nekomata had waved you inside the gym, you had a solemn expression on your face, your blank gaze reading business. Your features were pretty, no doubt about that, but the way your face seemed to be stiffened into one that screamed of being inconvenienced was enough for Lev to audibly gulp from next to Kenma. But Kuroo being Kuroo first viewed you as he viewed most things: 

a challenge. 

Sidling up to you, Kuroo took the spot next to you on the bleachers smoothly, introducing himself as the captain (to which you briskly nodded in response) and rested his chin on his palm, feral eyes sparkling with interest. 

“So just what in your life was so uninteresting that you needed to come manage this lot of idiots?” 

“...I needed a club activity. It isn’t very nice to call your team idiots, by the way.” 

Your stern tone made Kuroo feel like he was being scolded, and he laughed out loud before noticing you were just simply staring at your clipboard, eyes scanning the plays wordlessly as your face betrayed no emotion. 

“...Right.” Kuroo nods, standing up quickly to walk away from you. “Well, it was nice meeting you...Y/N?” 

“Likewise.” 

And business-like you were. 

Kuroo releases a breath he didn’t know he was holding as he jogged back to a snickering Yaku, a hand running through his messy raven hair as he glanced back at you. 

A little no fun, aren’t you? 

What these boys didn’t realize it was simply because you were just as nervous as they were, and you didn’t know how to act towards a bunch of boys known for their rowdiness. 

For the first few weeks, you proved to be a pretty efficient manager, some of the boys on your team becoming used to your stiff nature and simply acting friendly towards you regardless. 

“Y/N! Do you need help with the towels?” 

“Morisuke, it’s alright-” 

You were on a first name basis with Yaku?

Kuroo quirked an eyebrow as his friend jogged to meet you before you ducked out into the store room, wondering how Yaku got on your good side while he hadn’t even been able to hold a steady conversation with you after you scolded him. 

Maybe you were finally warming up to the team?

Kuroo continues to watch you come out with a chuckling Yaku, your eyes meeting his quickly before you arch a fine brow in his direction. 

The captain looks away, feeling nervousness rise in his chest.

Scratch that. 

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“SHIT, Lev! Are you okay?!”  

It had been a brutal match, one that led to the usual fast boy’s face getting pummeled with a ball head on in the middle of the second set. His fast reflexes were no match to the speed of the spiker on the other team, who looked a little too proud of himself for knocking the first year off the court. 

Kuroo grits his teeth as Lev struggles to stand. He couldn’t say anything. Foul words would lead to- 

“Are you fucking with me right now?!” 

Hazel eyes blinked, and you were kneeling by Lev’s side with your infamous pointed glare (you had used it on Kenma to get into practice) directed towards the spiker, who deadass gulped in fear of the pointedness of your angered stare. 

Right. You were the manager. What could the ref do to you? Nothing. 

“You better pray that was an accident, number 6! If it wasn’t, what happens to you later- I swear to God- won’t be!” 

“I-It was an accident!” The brunette boy stutters, seeming to curse himself for stuttering. “I-” 

“Not another word.” You hiss, and Nekoma all exchange surprised glances with one another as you used a towel to gently dab at Lev’s nose before pulling him to his feet with a strength no one knew you had. Lev blushes as you wrap an arm around his waist to support him. 

“(Y/N), I still need to-!” 

“Hey.” Your tone was gentle, and your eyes were softer, causing the captain’s jaw to slack slightly as your lips stretched out into something none of them had witnessed before. Ever. 

A smile. 

Lev shuts his mouth, cheeks blooming roses as you offer him your words of comfort. 

“The faster I make sure you’re okay, the faster you’ll be able to come back. I’d rather you leave now with the chance of coming back healed, then stay in and injure yourself more.” 

Lev started to tear up. From frustration or his now-growing crush on you, he couldn’t tell. 

Kuroo smirked a little as you passed by, flashing him a look that said, You better win this, Tetsurou. 

Strangely, the captain was even more energized when he slammed down his spikes, feeling like if he won, maybe he’d get to see it too. And maybe, just maybe.

It would be directed towards him. 

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“Y/N!” 

“Lev, how’s your nose?” 

The game had ended victoriously, and the tall russian boy had come bounding up to you after the bus ride home, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he allowed you to assess the bandaging. 

“Go home and sleep. I mean it.” You say, and Lev nods like a little puppy before walking off with a laughing Inuoka.

“That was pretty cool of you, Y/N.” Yaku flashes a thumbs up your way alongside an agreeing Kai, grins on both their faces as you can’t help but managea little one back, causing both boys to drop their grins immediately. 

“W-What?” 

“Nothing! I uh, get home safe, Y/N!” Yaku stammers out, dragging a confused Kai with him as he bolts off in the direction of his home, leaving you to notice Yamamoto stammering to himself, a blush on his cheeks as he did so.

“Yamamoto-Kun?” 

“I...I’m really glad you’re our manager!” 

It was your turn to blush as the captain smirks from the side of you, and Kuroo has to swallow thickly when you smile your prettiest smile of the night in all of their direction. 

“I’m glad I am too.” 

Kenma glances at his gaping childhood friend, releasing a little sigh before turning to you. “Y/N-san, could you make sure the gym lights are turned off before you head home?” 

You nod quickly, turning on your heel to break into a steady jog in the gym’s direction as Kenma shoves Kuroo, who was staring at your retreating figure with pink dusted on his cheeks. 

“What are you doing? You look like a creep. Go talk to her.” 

“W-What? Huh? She’s scary, Kenma. Say it with me, scaaaary-” 

“I think it’s more scary that you don’t know what kind of faces you make when you look at her. Now go, I made this opportunity. Don’t be dumb.” 

“...Kenma, that’s like the most you’ve said to me in a week. Are you being a supportive friend right-?” 

“Kuroo, I will not hesitate to call her back this moment-” 

“Right! I forgot something in the gym, you lot head ahead without me!” 

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“Toss me my pads, will you?” 

You jump at the sound of the voice, relaxing slightly when you see that familar head of raven hair. Kuroo smirks, uncrossing his arms as he pushes off his leaning posture on the doorway as you bend and grab his knee pads. 

“...I saw the end of the set when I came back with Lev.” You mumble, looking down at your feet as you hand him his pads. “You were really cool. Lev was shouting like a madman, but I don’t blame him.” 

Kuroo’s breath hitches when you lift your face. The once stiff features were completely relaxed, giving way for your prettiness to shine through even more. 

“I’m really, really happy I’m managing this talented team.” 

The captain struggles to find the right words. The thing he said earlier? About the smile before being the prettiest of the night?

He was wrong. 

Your eyes were slightly crinkled, and your lips stretched prettily. For him. Kuroo suddenly sighs, feeling something bouncing around his chest fiercely as he palms his face, covering his eyes.

“K-Kuroo-senpai-?” 

“Kuroo.” The captain says, looking away off to the side with red on his cheeks. “Just call me Kuroo.” 

“Alright Kuroo, can I say something?”

No, you might kill me. 

“Go for it.”

“You lead this team well. I can tell they all look up to you...it makes me feel like I can too. You know? Be apart of something like this?” 

Yeah. You killed him.

“A-Alright, can I say something now?” Kuroo takes a careful step towards you, heart pounding in his chest as you blink at the proximity between the two of you.

“Uh, go for it?” 

“You’re pretty when you smile.” 

Kuroo didn’t know what he was expecting. But it wasn’t for you to smile even wider, a bashful blush on your cheeks as it was your turn to look off to the side. The captain feels it all at once. Realization. 

Shit. 

“You think?” 

Shit. Shit.

“Y-yeah.” 

Shit. Shit. Shit. 

“I’ll keep that in mind...Kuroo.” Your eyes close when you smile this time, and you make your way around him and out the door, leaving Kuroo to stare at the now empty space before him as he lifts a hand to clench at the clothed part of his chest that covered his now pounding heart. 

He sighs, turning to bolt in your direction. 

“What-?”

“You’re crazy if you think I’m letting you walk home alone, little lady.” 

Yeah. You weren’t a challenge. 

You were something he wanted to pursue. 

❦ 𝙪𝙥𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙨 𝙤𝙛 ; 06/06/21

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our sorry little hearts

❈ pairing: levi ackerman x fem!reader

❈ genre: angst. ❈ word count: 1.6k

❈ summary: Levi hasn’t seen your traitorous Eldian face in years.

❈ trigger warnings: profanity. war. mentions of blood, death, and violence.

a/n: you’ve heard of enemies to lovers, now get ready for… lovers to enemies. this takes place during the liberio invasion aka S4 E6. based on a love like war by all time low.

(also don’t tell anyone but this is me lowkey warming up after not writing for so long)

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˓𓄹 ࣪˖     ˖ ࣪ ִֶָ        ⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ      ⸰ֺ⭑

   ִֶָ . ָ࣪        ˑ ֗ ִ         ˑ ִ ֗

𓏲 ๋࣭     ࣪ ˖        ⋆ ࣪.     ˖ ࣪⭑      ˖ ࣪ ٬     ุ๋ ⸱ 

૮ ・ﻌ・ა  ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა     ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა  ૮₍´｡• ᵕ •｡`₎ა 

₍ ੭ᐢ..ᐢ)੭♡  ₍ᐢ˶• ˔ กᐢ₎   ꒰ ˵ • ˵ • ˵ ꒱   (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)

•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅   ૮₍｡´• ˕ •`｡₎ა   ˃ᆺ ˂    ꒰ᐢ • ˕ • ᐢ꒱ 

  ᘏ▸◂ᘏ     ૮ / / / ก ა  ᐢ⸼⸼ᐢ ૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა 

  ૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ   ૮꒰˵• ﻌ •˵꒱ა  ૮₍꜆꜄ ˃ ³ ˂ ₎ა 

૮₍ ⸝⸝´ ꒳ `⸝⸝ ₎ა  ૮₍⑅˶•▿•˶⑅₎ა   ꒰ ᐢ⸝⸝•༝•⸝⸝ᐢ ꒱  

૮ – ﻌ–ა ૮₍ ˵ • ꤮ ก ˵ ₎︎ა   ૮₍｡´ᴖ ˔ ᴖ`｡₎ა  

૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა 

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190817 Yoongi’s Tweet

홀리랑

With Holly

Trans cr: Alicia @ allforbts © Please credit when taking out

Masterlist

guide:

fluff ❥ | comedy ✿ | angst ❦ | completed ✓ | in progress ✐

Kim Namjoon

Fake Texts:

‎ﻬ sharing your love for literature with Namjoon ❥|✿

‎ﻬ Namjoon checking on you because you’ve been stressed ❥|✿

AUs:

‎ﻬ idol!au | bestfriend!namjoon | oneshot: Out of Reach ❦

‎ﻬ boyfriend!namjoon | hogwarts!au | oneshot: Happiest Memory ❦|❥

‎ﻬ friends to lovers | oneshot: Waste It On Me ❥|❦

Imagines:

‎ﻬ Coming soon

Reactions:

‎ﻬ Coming soon

Kim Seokjin

Fake Texts:

‎ﻬ message 301: jin trying to be your sugar daddy ✿

AUs:

‎ﻬ Coming soon

‎ﻬ idol!au | strangers to lovers | one shot: Forever ❥|❦

Imagines:

‎ﻬ Coming soon

Reactions:

‎ﻬ Coming soon

Min Yoongi

Fake Texts:

‎ﻬ Coming soon

AUs:

‎ﻬ idol!au | boyfriend!yoongi | oneshot: Now Kiss! ❥| ✿

Imagines:

‎ﻬ Coming soon

Reactions:

‎ﻬ yoongi reacting to his s/o that curses a lot ❥

Jung Hoseok

Fake Texts:

‎ﻬ daily texts with boyfriend college!hoseok ❥|✿

‎ﻬ Hobi having a bad day at work ❥

AUs:

‎ﻬ Coming soon

Imagines:

‎ﻬ Coming soon

Reactions:

‎ﻬ Coming soon

Park Jimin

Fake Texts:

‎ﻬ trying to make jimin uncomfortable but… ✿

‎ﻬ your fifth year in hogwarts with your best friend jimin ❥|✿

AUs:

‎ﻬ idol!au | Jimin x Reader: Someday ❥|❦|✐

‎ﻬ doctor!au/single dad!au | Jimin x Reader: Love Maze ❥|✿|❦|✐

Imagines:

‎ﻬ Coming soon

Reactions:

‎ﻬ Coming soon

Kim Taehyung

Fake Texts:

‎ﻬ trying to get info out of taehyung about their comeback ✿

‎ﻬ that one text that changed your relationship with taehyung ❥|✿

AUs:

‎ﻬ idol!au | boyfriend!taehyung | oneshot: Back Together ❥|❦

‎ﻬ high school!au | Taehyung x Reader: Outcast ❥|✿|❦|✐

Imagines:

‎ﻬ Coming soon

Reactions:

‎ﻬ Coming soon

Jeon Jungkook

Fake Texts:

‎ﻬ texts with bestfriend college!jungkook ✿

AUs:

‎ﻬ boyfriend!jungkook | oneshot: Our Song ❥

‎ﻬ friends/rivals to lovers | hogwarts!au | oneshot: Dense ❥|✿|❦

‎ﻬ college!jungkook | one shot: Just Give In ❥|✿

‎ﻬ idol!au | Jungkook x Reader: Dream Chaser ❥|✿|❦|✓

Imagines:

‎ﻬ Coming soon

Reactions:

‎ﻬ Coming soon

OT7

Fake Texts:

‎ﻬ the boys trying to find out who your bias is… ✿

AUs:

‎ﻬ Coming soon

Imagines:

‎ﻬ Coming soon

Reactions:

‎ﻬ the boys reacting to you getting car sick ❥|✿

THIS IS SO HOT! OMG!