ᱬ⛧ You Needy? ~ S. Gojo

ᱬ The Book of The Damned ᱬ

Welcome to the Dark Hold, where pages are turned and spells can be found - spells that may lead to corruption if you’re not careful.

Do you dare turn the pages and follow the Scarlet Witch through her journey?

‟𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒟𝒶𝓇𝓀𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓈𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓅𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁 ‟

ᱬ ࣪𖤐 The Scarlet Witch ~ JJK

ᱬ ࣪𖤐 Wanda Maximoff ~ My Hero Academia

ᱬ ࣪𖤐 80s Wanda ~ Yu-Gi-Oh!

ᱬ ࣪𖤐 70s Wanda ~ The Legend of Zelda

ᱬ ࣪𖤐 60s Wanda ~ Marvel

ᱬ ࣪𖤐 50s Wanda ~ The Arcana

nerd versions have me in a chokehold, it’s not even a joke any more 🤤

NERD!SUKUNA HEADCANONS - Part 2

You can find Part 1 here

Modern!Sukuna x Reader (female). College AU. 3.5k words 18+, fluff + smut (sex on the kitchen table, oral (both receiving), cockwarming, cumshot). "Enemies" to friends to fuckbuddies to lovers. Reader is shy and struggles with her grades. Sukuna is a genius but bad at feelings ;) Minors don't interact. Divider @/.lacedolliee. Credit for the super sexy fanart of Nerdkuna goes to my sweet friend @winterrbluess. The pic was used with Winn's permission 🖤

Nerd!Sukuna, who tries to ignore that nagging feeling in his chest anytime he looks at the empty chair across from him, where you used to sit those last few weeks during your assignment.

Nerd!Sukuna, who lies awake at night, haunted by thoughts of you and the what-ifs, cursing himself because he can solve every academic problem and get top grades in all his classes but has no idea how to deal with his feelings.

Nerd!Sukuna, who can't help but stare at you from across the room in the classes you share, feeling a heavy feeling in his chest when he sees you gnaw on your Hello Kitty pen and blink in confusion as you try to make sense of what the professor is explaining.

Nerd!Sukuna, who can feel your eyes on him, too. And he thinks it's fucking cute how you look like the deer in the headlights anytime Sukuna catches you staring. He winks at you and smirks, acting all cool, but there's this suspicious fluttery sensation in his stomach anytime you smile shyly back at him before looking away again.

Nerd!Sukuna, who is secretly into poetry, and finally finds an outlet for all those strange feelings he has been experiencing lately when, one sleepless night, his gaze lands on one of the notebooks he always has on his nightstand, and he grabs a pen and starts to write, ending up scribbling poem after poem about a cute girl with bad grades who drives him insane with her messy handwriting, but who somehow managed to bring so much light into Sukuna's life.

Nerd!Sukuna, who knows he has to finally face the fact that he misses you and wants you back in his life.

Nerd!Sukuna, who finds the perfect excuse to get you back into his kitchen and into his life when you get a lousy grade in one of your classes, and Sukuna bumps not so accidentally into you after class. "That wouldn't have happened if you let me help you with your studies. Come over this afternoon. Usual spot, usual time. Don't be late, princess. A little dummy like you clearly needs me."

Nerd!Sukuna, who says all that with a lazy drawl and his typical rude smirk on his tattooed face, acting as if he doesn't care whether you take his offer or not. But his heart is beating too fast while he turns around and seemingly casually strolls down the hallway, hoping he will find you at his door this afternoon because he really doesn't know what to do if you don't show up.

Nerd!Sukuna, who has to force himself to slow down and not run to the door and yank it open in under five seconds like a lovesick idiot when you knock on it a few hours later.

Nerd!Sukuna, who thinks he's really lucky as fuck when you stand there in front of him nervously biting your lower lip and hugging a stack of books to your chest, as you look up at him with big eyes and ask, "Were you serious about helping me? Because I really think I need you."

Nerd!Sukuna, who almost breaks out into a triumphant grin because he could get used to hearing you say you need him.

Nerd!Sukuna, who finally found his inner peace again now that you are back here in his kitchen, studying with him while sucking absentmindedly on your Hello Kitty pen and getting so cutely embarrassed when asking him questions that you think are stupid.

Nerd!Sukuna, who surprises himself with how patient and gentle he is with you, explaining the same topic over and over again until you finally understand it.

Nerd!Sukuna, who loves to teach you about topics he is passionate about, going into an hour-long rant about the smallest details, complete with big hand gestures and an excited sparkle in his maroon eyes behind his big glasses. And to Sukuna's delight, you don't interrupt him or think it's boring, but instead rest your chin on your hand and watch him the whole time with a dreamy little smile on your face, as if you think he hung the moon.

Nerd!Sukuna, who tells you you will need extra meetings to prepare you for your upcoming exams, even though he can tell he already taught you really well, but he likes the thought of spending more time with his cute little study partner.

Nerd!Sukuna, who joins you on your side of the kitchen table to explain maths to you until late in the night, until your head suddenly lands on his shoulder, and Sukuna hears your soft snores, making him gulp hard even as he murmurs hoarsely, "Did you really fall asleep on me, brat? In the middle of my explanation?", automatically acting annoyed even though he actually likes how warm you feel against him and how sweet and enticing your flowery perfume smells when you are so close to him.

Nerd!Sukuna, who doesn't get an answer because you really are fast asleep on his broad shoulder, and all Sukuna can do is admire your sleeping face, for once not having to pretend he doesn't care and averting his gaze again after a moment, but taking his time to take in your features, which he thinks are really fucking pretty to him.

Nerd!Sukuna, who, instead of shaking you awake, carefully lifts you up in his strong arms and carries you to his bed, carefully laying you down and tucking you into his blanket. He has to bite his lip hard because fuck, seeing you in his bed does things to him. To his dick and to his heart.

Nerd!Sukuna, who sleeps on the couch that night, which means he gets about an hour of sleep, and the rest of the night, he is lying awake, almost losing his mind because he knows you are in the next room, in his bed, so cute and sexy and his mind is showing him all the nasty things he would like to do with you. Like having you under him with your legs wrapped tightly around his hips, sobbing his name and leaving scratches on his back while begging him to nut in you.

Nerd!Sukuna, who can't stop thinking about you in his bed after that one night, and only manages to restrain himself from really trying to hit on you by telling himself he wants you to be able to focus completely on your upcoming exam and not get distracted by how good Sukuna's dick is.

Nerd!Sukuna, who spends a whole Sunday preparing index cards for you with all the important topics you have to remember, all written carefully in his elegant handwriting, making him feel like he is handing you a love letter when he gives you the cards on Monday morning.

Nerd!Sukuna, who feels so strangely warm when you run up to him after your exam with a big smile and an excited "Oh my God, Kuna! I passed!" and before he knows what's happening, you jump into his arms, laughing loudly as you hug him tightly, and somehow there's a smile on Sukuna's face and a buzzing in his veins that feels damn nice.

Nerd!Sukuna, who can't get the way your smaller body felt pressed against his out of his mind again, but doesn't know how to get you to hug him again, so he just keeps teasing you to at least get you to playfully hit his biceps or push him away by placing your hands on his chest.

Nerd!Sukuna, who grins when you tease him back and lightheartedly make fun of how big of a nerd he is with his color-coded notes and know-it-all attitude and smartass remarks all the time.

Nerd!Sukuna, who tells you you are just jealous because you don't have such a big array of sticky notes and pens like he has, but he will be charitable and donate some to the ones lacking proper academic attire, aka you.

Nerd!Sukuna, who, for some unfathomable reason, really likes it when he sees you using his sticky notes in class. Maybe because it makes him feel as if you are his.

Nerd!Sukuna, who gets ridiculously pissed off when another guy tries to offer his notes to you. But the problem is solved fast when Sukuna strolls over and puts himself between you and that loser, towering menacingly over him and plucking his stupid notes out of his hands and tearing them into tiny little pieces right in front of him, "She already has me to study with. As if she could learn something useful from you anyway. Get lost before I do the same to you as I did to your sorry-ass notes!"

Nerd!Sukuna, who tries to downplay it when you ask him why he acted that way, not ready to admit how much you mean to him and how possessive he is of you.

Nerd!Sukuna, who catches himself grabbing a sticker book for elementary teachers on his next shopping trip to the stationary store and starts gluing motivational stickers on your notes with playful comments from him.

Nerd!Sukuna, who discovers he really enjoys hearing your laugh, especially when you reach out and put your smaller hand on top of his much larger one, your soft fingers shyly playing with his while you smile and giggle about a rude but very fitting remark Sukuna made about one of your professors. And suddenly, Sukuna can't hold back anymore. You look so cute that it makes him drop all his rational thoughts and just act on his desires.

Nerd!Sukuna, who kisses you for the first time right then and there, leaning over the kitchen table to grab your chin with his hand and press his lips against yours.

Nerd!Sukuna, who feels almost high from how eagerly you open your mouth for him and let him lick into your sweet, hot mouth. The noises you make get him feeling dizzy with adrenaline, like he usually only feels when he walks into a challenging exam. A cute, breathless "Sukuna..." sighed against his lips, and Sukuna's dick is so hard he thinks he will go insane.

Nerd!Sukuna, whose big, nerdy glasses get all fogged up from how steamy your kisses become. Deep and hungry and sensual, as if both of you have been craving this for weeks and don't know how to stop now that you finally gave in to your desires.

Nerd!Sukuna, who also fucks you for the first time right there on the kitchen table, on top of all your notes and books, not wasting any time because he can't go one more second without being balls-deep inside you.

Nerd!Sukuna, who doesn't care about ruining his notes because it's more important to fuck more of those cute mewls out of you that you bless him with any time he rolls his hips into yours and his cock caresses that spot deep inside you that makes your pussy clench so sweetly around him as if you never want to let go of him again.

Nerd!Sukuna, who thinks this is absolute perfection, fucking you on his kitchen table with his and your study notes and books scattered all around you while you look up at him with that cute expression on your pretty face. And your little skirt that always drives him crazy, is flipped up to let Sukuna watch his cock slide in and out of your pretty pussy, so wet from your juices that it's dripping down onto your history book.

Nerd!Sukuna, who tries to hold back but can't when you cum on his cock with such sweet moans and loud squeals, making Sukuna barely manage to pull out before he nuts hard all over your swollen pussylips and puffy clit and the notes underneath you.

Nerd!Sukuna, who can't bring himself to care about the messed up notes and instead leans down to bury his tattooed face between your spread legs and licks his cum off your pussy, until you scream his name and tug on his hair and bless him with another one of your fucking cute orgasms.

Nerd!Sukuna, who asks you afterward if you want to stay the whole night and feels uncharacteristically nervous about it because sex is easy, but actually sleeping in the same bed with someone is a new thing to Sukuna.

Nerd!Sukuna, who, for the first time since he started college, doesn't go through his notes or read a chapter in one of his academic books before falling asleep but instead fucks you with slow, deep strokes on his bed and then holds you and kisses you until you both fall asleep snuggled tightly against each other.

Nerd!Sukuna, who can't stop laughing when he walks into the kitchen the next morning and finds one of the motivational stickers he bought glued to his coffee mug, with a scribbled note in your messy handwriting: "Peak performance last night, not just at academics but also on the kitchen table and in the bedroom. A+ Keep it up!"

Nerd!Sukuna, who spends the next week not just studying with you but also fucking you thoroughly every chance he gets. He's analyzing every moan, every reaction of your body, learning what you like and committing it to his memory, striving to be the best fuck you ever had because he's ambitious, even when it comes to sex. (Or maybe he is trying to make sure you will never go to someone else to satisfy your needs.)

Nerd!Sukuna, who is super intelligent and always at the top of every class, but knows nothing about love or relationships. But what he knows is that he wants to have you around him as often as possible. And he really really likes spending time with you, studying together and kissing and fucking, and sometimes just talking for hours while holding hands atop your notes.

Nerd!Sukuna, who suspects you kind of like him because you crawl under his kitchen table one evening and give him such a thorough and loving blow job when he complains about being stressed as fuck. You let him cum all over your pretty face while suckling sweetly on his throbbing tip, and Sukuna kind of thinks he can actually see little hearts in your eyes when you look up at him.

Nerd!Sukuna, who loves it when you sit on his lap and keep his cock warm until he is finished with his studies. It gives him even more motivation to hone his reading speed because he only allows himself to move when all his work is done before he grabs your hips and fucks his cock almost desperately into you, fucking you silly, with his glasses hanging askew on his nose from how wild you drive him until you both explode at the same time with loud unrestrained moans.

Nerd!Sukuna, who catches himself wishing your warm naked body was wrapped in his arms on the nights you don't sleep over at his place. And it's certainly not helping that he can smell your flowery perfume on his pillow, and it makes him downright yearn for you.

Nerd!Sukuna, who knows it's not just sex, but who doesn't know how to deal with all those newly discovered feelings, so he just keeps helping you study and gives you orgasms, and cooks for you and buys you all those pretty study supplies in your favorite color and with Hello Kitty stickers which you love so much. He hopes you know this is his love language.

Nerd!Sukuna, who outright refuses when his professor wants to give him a new partner for the next assignment. Sukuna's glare is poisonous when he uses his "my success reflects really well on your university, so you better not make me leave and sign up somewhere else" card to get paired up with his girl again.

Nerd!Sukuna, who thinks this was a pretty good thing to do, judging by the way you cling to him that afternoon and shower him with kisses and smiles, and ride him slowly with your cute little skirt on, mewling his name into his ear and telling him how good he feels inside you.

Nerd!Sukuna, who sits at his kitchen table with his chin resting on the back of his hand, watching you thoughtfully while you suck on your Hello Kitty pen and try to answer your history exercise, looking so cute that it's almost unbearable.

Nerd!Sukuna, who wants to tell you he never felt this way about anybody and never even thought he was capable of feeling this way. But this is a thousand times harder than any academic problem Sukuna ever encountered, and so he says nothing, and when you catch him staring and are about to open your mouth, he jerks his head sternly and drawls, "Eyes on your notes! I don't want to hear a single word until you have completed that question!"

Nerd!Sukuna, who knows you have become his weakness, when he can't stay strict with you and ends up shoving his notes across the table, offering to let you copy them. "But promise me you will read the whole thing, so you learn something at least."

Nerd!Sukuna, who regularly cooks dinner when you are over at his place, making sure to only use ingredients you like. Hell, he even puts your rice into a Hello Kitty shape because the way your face lights up with joy when he does that makes his heart feel so full it's almost bursting.

Nerd!Sukuna, who's standing at the stove making dinner, only wearing his grey sweatpants and no shirt, because he likes the way your eyes always stray to his muscles and tattoos. He smirks playfully over his broad shoulder when you comment on his half-naked state. "I'm only doing this for you, princess! Because I want to help you learn how to work in a distracting environment. And nothing is as distracting as my body."

Nerd!Sukuna, who laughs when you abandon your notes and walk up behind him with your Hello Kitty pen and start writing on him, using his broad back as a makeshift whiteboard. He can feel you are writing equations but still asks teasingly, "What is that, princess? Are you leaving little love notes on my back?"

Nerd!Sukuna, who, for the first time in his life, feels something akin to flustered when you giggle and suddenly stop writing equations and instead really start drawing little hearts on his back and placing soft kisses on his skin right next to your drawings and murmur against his skin, "Hmm maybe? Would you mind me writing love notes on you?"

Nerd!Sukuna, who thinks you must feel how fast his heart is beating, when he answers, "I wouldn't mind at all."

Nerd!Sukuna, who feels a big smile spread over his face when he feels you write "I really like you, Kuna."

Nerd!Sukuna, who drops the cooking spoon and turns around and wraps his arms around you, pulling you against his naked chest while saying, "I fucking like you too, princess."

Nerd!Sukuna, who finally knows what to do because there is no way you are beating him at being the first to confess. "You know, you should really catch up and be my girl because I've already been your boy for weeks, and this equation only works if you are mine, too."

Nerd!Sukuna, who can't believe how lucky he is when you hug him tightly and tilt your head to smile at him with happy tears in your eyes, telling him that, of course, you are his girl. And you get on your tiptoes and grab Sukuna's tattooed face with both hands, showering his cheeks and nose and lips with kisses until even Sukuna's glasses are smeared with your lipstick, and both of you are laughing breathlessly.

Nerd!Sukuna, who rolls his eyes playfully when you tease him later that evening, "Sooo, this whole talking about your feelings is pretty hard for you, huh? Looks like I finally found something my favorite super nerd doesn't excel in."

Nerd!Sukuna, who won't stand for that (even though you are right) and ends up getting his poetry notebook out of his nightstand and handing it to you with a grin that is a bit less confident and a bit more nervous than usual, "Here, for you, princess. I have to inform you that while I may not be that great at talking about my feelings, I am pretty good at writing about them."

Nerd!Sukuna, who has never felt as nervous in any exam as he feels now while watching you read the poems he wrote about you.

Nerd!Sukuna, who is glad he is so tall and strong, or you would tackle him to the floor with how you throw yourself into his arms and cling to him like a koala with tears streaming down your face and crying about how sweet Sukuna is.

Nerd!Sukuna, who has never been called sweet before but who feels like he could get used to this when it comes from you.

Nerd!Sukuna, who spends the rest of the day in bed with you, getting the best sex of his life and hours of kisses and cuddles, because apparently, yes, he really is very good at expressing his love for you in poetry form.

Nerd!Sukuna, who sits beside you now in every class the two of you share and who starts using your Hello Kitty sticky notes and sends death glares at anyone who dares give him a side-eye for it, asking them snidely, "What? Do you have a problem with Hello Kitty? Or with my girlfriend?", and then laughing softly when you elbow him and tell him to stop scaring people.

Nerd!Sukuna, who knows he has found his perfect study partner. The only one he ever wants.

Nerd!Sukuna, who never had a girlfriend before and never thought he could find someone who interests him as much as his studies do. But now that he has you, Sukuna found his favorite topic to study for the rest of his life.

AAAHHH I FEAR I NEED HIM 💗💗

I was smiling the whole time while writing those headcanons about Nerdkuna, and I hope he could bring you joy, too!! Thank you so much for all the sweet tags and comments on Part 1 💗 I hope you also enjoyed Part 2!

Comments and Reblogs would be very sweet 💗

gender is NOT the same as sex. gender is what you identify as, while sex is what i'll be having with todoroki touya tonight. stay informed.

smile for the camera! — ft. k. bakugo x fem!reader

katsuki bakugo is tricked into smiling during an interview when they bring up your name!

you didn't notice it at first, but katsuki bakugo developed smile lines after meeting you.

he didn't smile much as a kid. most of his baby pictures consisted of him either crying, screaming, or making some sort of vulgar gesture at the camera. it only got worse as he entered his teen years. his temper calmed down a bit, sure. but the chances of catching katsuki bakugo smiling were as rare as catching lightening in a bottle.

the paparazzi were well aware of the famous dynamight barely having any pictures of him smiling out on the internet—there were three singular photos out there that consisted of him with a somewhat pleased expression on his face, and the only reason he looked that way was because you were in frame right beside him.

it seemed to be a well known fact that getting bakugo to smile was nearly impossible—but the current interviewer sitting in front of bakugo was determined.

"great explosion murder god dynamight—or, well, just dynamight sir—what would you say is your favorite part about being a hero?"

katsuki stops himself from rolling his eyes, already anticipating the rest of the interview's questions as he answers flatly

"the glory. the strength. and kicking ass—make that the first thing, actually."

"okay! now, i'd like to ask you a few more things..." the young woman chirps up, and katsuki sighs and tells her to continue. the next dozens of questions were just as he'd predicted—stuff like asking who his biggest inspiration was, what kind of merch his team would be putting out in the upcoming months, and what he thought his weaknesses were.

"—and i don't have weakness. i'm fucking perfect, ask anybody. now, are we done here?" he snaps, rolling his shoulders as he moves to stand up, eyes flitting towards the exit with nothing but disinterest

he'd spent an entire hour answering these stupid questions when he could've been out fighting villains, finishing up his paperwork, literally anything else would be more time fulfilling than answering baseless questions like these ones.

the interviewer's eyes widen when katsuki stands up from his seat, stretching his arms above his head with a grunt before she quickly interrupts him

"what about your wife!"

"....eh?"

"your wife!" she says, quickly collecting herself

"could you tell us about her? it seems like many of your fans are interested in learning more regarding you two! you have a very private relationship, so it's only natural for people to be curious!"

katsuki blinks, absorbing her words. slowly, his feet—once pointed towards the exit—shift ever so slightly towards the woman

"well...what do you want to know?"

and that's how katsuki found himself sitting in the same seat another hour later. except this time, he had the dorkiest grin ever plastered on his face.

"oh i knew i wanted to marry her the first time she yelled at me—she was pretty feisty back in our ua days. still is, but now all the insults she throws my way usually have the word babe or honey added at the end. she has a clever mouth, i'm warnin' ya—you don't wanna get into an argument with her."

the interviewer laughs, and katsuki decides he might come back to this station another time if they asked. he's... well, simply put, having fun.

he leaves after another forty minutes, only because his manager literally dragged him out of the room—he had a meeting to attend and then his patrol—but he left waving at the camera crew and in a far more better mood than he'd arrived in.

katsuki spends the rest of the day getting through all of his hero duties, the interview slowly being pushed to the back of his mind as he focuses on finishing all his work and coming home to you.

it's nearly nine pm when he opens the door to your shared apartment—groaning about how tired he was and how you better not be asleep—when he hears your padded feet running towards the main entryway to greet him

"you're home!"

he offers you a slanted grin, opening his arms for a hug

"missed ya today," he mutters, pressing a kiss onto your scalp as you peer up at him with a grin—looking a little too happy.

"what're ya cheesing so hard about?"

you hum, tapping the back of his thigh with a knowing grin

"your ma called. guess what she told me?"

katsuki groans, shrugging off his gauntlets and boots before tugging you towards the couch in the living room, flopping onto it while mumbling under his breath and pulling you towards his chest

"you two devils were probably gosspin' about me, that old hag better not have sent you any pictures or i swear—"

"she told me to turn on the tv and head to channel seven."

katsuki pauses, staring at you with furrowed brows. well, it couldn't have been him on channel seven, right? he didn't have any crazy villains to deal with for once, so it wouldn't make sense for him to be on one of the main channels today.

"what..."

he smacks his forehead with an embarrassed groan when you pull out your phone and show him your recording of his interview. you're practically bouncing on the couch beside him with glee as you shove the screen in his face

"you're smiling! they made it the cover of their video, too—gosh you look so cute when you smile! and you're talking about me!"

katsuki huffs, but watches you play back the video with a cheesy grin on your face. your round eyes are illuminated by the screen, and you re-watch the video with your lips parted in awe

"you got the real thing right in front of you but you'd rather watch that...i see how it is." he grumbles, something similar to a pout forming on his face when you still don't acknowledge him—too busy watching his video as you bring the phone closer to your face

"i'm going to screenshot your smiling face in this video and make it my profile picture on insta—"

he snatches the phone out of your hand, powering it off before tossing it aside and wrapping his strong arms around your waist in an iron grip

"i'll make that one of you snoring and drooling all over my chest my profile picture if you even think about it."

"i'm pretty sure half the comments on that video literally have your smiling face as their profile picture."

"...well that's a lot of people i'm gonna have to sue."

Tested by Time - Chapter 2🌻

series summary; what happens when time suddenly decides to feed you snippets of a life you can't remember living? a life filled with joy and happiness that was cruelly ripped away - your mind plagued with just that. when a certain spirit is plagued by these memories as well, he’s just as confused as you. two hearts brought together through many millennia find they’re connected in more ways than one.

pairing; Yami Yugi/Atem x female! reader

reblogs/feedback/likes are appreciated & encouraged. DO NOT repost/steal any of my works.

chapter warnings; implied sexual content

chapter word count; 2.2k+

chapter summary; when you think things couldn’t get more “real”, you were sadly mistaken. the next memory you have feels slight more real that you could have ever imagined. plus, when a request from help comes from a familiar face, who are you to refuse?

a/n; after a long wait, here’s the newest chapter of Tested by Time. first posted to Ao3, this comes a few weeks later. as always, hope you enjoy!

links; series masterlist | prologue | 1 | 3

Letting out a yawn you stretched and rolled over, grabbing ahold of your phone as another message alert rang out. Thanks to the constant back and forth from the people in your friend group, specifically two people, you were up earlier than you would have loved on your day off. Unlocking your phone, you quickly scanned your messages and rolled your eyes, what was supposed to be a conversation about what you were all doing for the day ended up with some back and forth between Tristan and Joey, who ignored what others were saying to them. Typical as always.

Letting out a sigh, you pulled the covers back and got out of bed. You needed to freshen up for the day and no doubt you’d be done before a plan was made. After selecting your outfit and placing it to the side, you grabbed everything you needed and made your way to the bathroom. Turning on the taps for your bath. Warm began to fill the air as the mirror up from your sink started to steam over, causing your reflection to slowly distort. For the past few days, your dreams had been normal, nothing out of the ordinary and for that you were thankful. You didn’t think you’d be able to handle any more.

Shutting the water off, you stripped out of your bedclothes and slowly stepped into the bath, letting out a content sigh as the water wrapped around you. If it was one thing you loved about being at home after a long week, it was your bath. Sure, showers proved useful but sometimes all you wanted to do is relax. Slipping down a little, you rested your head against the edge of the bath and closed your eyes for a moment. Enjoying the calmness.

Soft chatter died down as a door was shut, a lone figure sighing out as they leaned against it. The day has been as long as it has been busy and the Queen was ready to relax with a bath. Pushing off the door, the young woman walked forward and glanced around, smiling softly at the various items left on the side for her. Lifting her hands, she pushed the straps of her outfit down off her shoulders and allowed the garment to fall to the floor, pooling around her feet. Stepping out, the Queen bent over and picked it up, placing it to the side as she took off some of her jewellery, the bigger items being laid gently to the side, smaller items being kept on her figure.

When she was bare, she stepped forward and slowly walked into the large pool, the cool water a welcoming feeling on her warm skin. With all the madness going on in the palace, times like this felt like a breath of fresh air, especially when she already felt out of place. Stepping further into the pool, the young Queen took a breath and held it, plunging herself underneath for a few seconds before emerging and wiping her eyes. Repeating the process a few times before she was satisfied with how much she had cooled down. Looking around, she turned her body and moved gently towards the side, sitting down on the steps that she walked down. Unaware of the eyes that watched her closely.

She didn’t know how long she’d been sitting there in her own world, tuned out of everything around her, as the feeling of the water shifting beside her made her look. Letting out a small yelp of surprise, she pushed the shoulder of the other person and smiled, lying her head on the place she pushed a few seconds earlier. “I was wondering how long it would have been before you joined me, my love”.

Looking up, she saw the visible tiredness on the male's face and sighed softly. She hated seeing him so worn out, he needed a break as much as the next person. Of course, he had things he had to attend to, being the Pharaoh meant he had duties, a lot of them but he needed time off now and then. Sitting forward, she shifted herself so she knelt behind him, hands rubbing small circles across his back as she felt him relax. “That’s it, feels so great am I right?”.

Leaning over his shoulder she looked at him and smiled, placing a small kiss on his cheek before moving back to what she was doing. The feeling of him relaxing more made her smile humming softly as she continued for a few more minutes, moving to sit by his side when she was finished. The two of them sat in comfortable silence for a moment.

The water began to move as the young Queen turned her head, tilting it as she watched what her husband was doing. In a second he was behind her, hands resting on her hips as he pulled her close to him. Looking to the side, she opened her mouth to speak before giggling at the look she saw. A look that only she got to see made itself known on his features before disappearing as he lowered his head to the nape of her neck. “You know, (e/n), I could think of better ways to relax or ways you could put those fingers of yours to use”.

The heat she felt creep across her face was similar to the hot days Ra provided. They’d been married for a good while now but he still made her blush with the words he spoke to her when they were alone. The feeling of fingers slowly trailing over her skin made her shiver, biting back a small moan when his touches moved lower. The Pharaoh would be her undoing, making her fall apart as she lost her mind to the throes of pleasure, bringing her back to earth with a crash when it was all over, and right now, this was no different. “Here of all places, ———?”.

Looking as best as she could, she saw the desire in his eyes before their positions changed, her new perch being the bare lap of her husband as she felt just how much he wanted her. His eagerness was hard to hide. Fingers moved further down her body slowly moving along her slit, threatening to slip into her core at any point, his other hand reaching up to cup her breast, pinching her nipple. The chuckle that echoed at her moans made her push herself closer to her other half. “I think we both know we’d never make it back to our chambers before I took you again today, besides~”.

The hand on her chest moved, causing a small whimper to sound before she felt her face being cupped slightly. Forced to look into amethyst-coloured eyes, the Queen tried her hardest to resist the building desire in her gut. They’d already been close to each other earlier in the day before they were both caught up in their duties. A loud moan sounded as fingers pushed past her lower lips, slipping into her throbbing core. “~I heard water makes for good pleasure. I guess we should try it”.

Opening your eyes you sat up and panted, some water splashing on the floor as you breathed heavily. Looking around you saw you were alone, your heart beating erratically as you tried to calm down. Of all the visions, dreams, whatever you wanted to call them at this point, this one felt the most real. The touches, the voices everything felt so real. Looking down at your body, you could still make out the trail the fingers took before blushing slightly, shaking your head to rid yourself of those thoughts. “I’m losing it”.

Deciding it was best to get out you pulled the plug and stepped out of the water, wrapping a towel around you. You had to get out of your bathroom, even if it was for a minute to gather yourself before you set foot back inside. Walking out to your bedroom you reached your bed and grabbed your phone, seeing a few tags in your group chat asking if the plans were okay with you. Tapping out a quick reply that said anything was fine with you, you sent another letting them know to go ahead you’d catch up.

Placing your phone down you took a moment to sigh out, trying to think of anything else other than what had just happened. As you turned around and began to walk back towards the room you had come from, the sound of your phone pinging again several times caught your attention. Part of you told you to ignore it, it was just the group chat but another part of you willed you to check it out. Listening to that half, you walked back to your bed and grabbed your phone only to see several messages from Yugi.

Tilting your head in confusion, you unlocked your phone and read through what he had sent.

Starfish:

Hey (y/n), before you go and meet the gang, can you stop by mine?

We’ll go and meet them together, plus I have something I need to ask you!

You’re the only one who can help in this situation.

Blinking a few times, you reread over the message a couple of times, seemed a bit out of the ordinary but you weren’t one to ignore a friend in need.

Butterfly:

YUGI!

Hey, of course, I shouldn’t be too long but I need to get sorted first.

May or may not have fallen back asleep D:

I’ll let you know when I’m on the way!

Locking your phone, you placed it on your table and grabbed your clothes, getting ready within a matter of minutes. Before long, you were finished and heading out. Checking your pockets once more you nodded to yourself and closed your front door, grabbing your phone and shooting off a message to let your smaller friend know you were on your way. Of course, you had to keep yourself in check and not let what had happened get to you. You’d figure it out another day. Right now it was about having fun with your friends.

The sound of a message pinging alerted the owner as round eyes looked at the content, smiling a little before locking their phone. Looking over their shoulder, they looked towards the corner where another figure could be just made out floating in the air. Standing, they grabbed their jacket and placed it on, getting ready to head downstairs and bid goodbye to their grandpa.

The floating figure took notice and vanished, only to reappear beside the smaller figure when he made it outside. Out of these visions he’d been having the one that had just happened felt the most real one yet. The poor spirit wished the world would swallow him whole when he caught his host poking at him, or where he was meant to be. After all, he was making some strange noises, noises even the smaller boy had never heard before. “Yugi, was this really necessary?”.

Looking to the side, the smaller figure smiled and nodded his head as he waited for their friend to appear. “Trust me Yami, (y/n) will be able to help, I know it!”.

As the mention of the name, another figure turned the corner and smiled waving to the lone figure standing outside the game shop. Looking up, the spirit could only blush slightly, coughing as he excused himself back into the walls of the puzzle. Much to the enjoyment of Yugi. It was time to get to the bottom of everything, even if a certain spirit was reluctant.

Walking briskly you came to a halt in front of Yugi and smiled, placing your hand on your hip and you fanned yourself from the slight heat. “Right, I’m here. You ready to go?”.

With a nod of his head, the two friends began to walk and talk about things. Enjoying the other's company, one of them completely unaware of the eyes on them as they walked. “Say Yugi, what was it you wanted to ask me earlier?”.

Oh yeah, the young male had forgotten about that. Coming to a stop, he looked at you and hesitated for a moment before deciding it was time to bite the bullet, asking you outright. “Oh yeah, so you know the spirit of the puzzle? Well, I was wondering if you would go to the Egyptian exhibit at Domino Museum with him? He’s trying to learn more about his past and I know how much you love history. Seems like a win-win if you can help him find something there”.

Looking to your side, you pondered on his words for a moment. You guessed it wouldn’t hurt to agree, it would get you out of your room and on a plus side, it was all about Ancient Egypt. A place that you seemed at ease about the more you learned, a place where you felt like you had belonged once in a past life. Letting out a small hum you nodded your head and smiled. “Sure, can’t turn down a good exhibit can I?”.

Your words seemed to delight the young male, a happy smile bright on his face as you both continued to walk to meet your friends. The spirit watched as he pondered over your words, a smirk appearing on his features. He guessed it wouldn’t hurt to give you a chance to help him, Yugi trusted you immensely with major stuff in his life and besides, he couldn’t shake the feeling that you were familiar to him in some way.

© springismss - don’t repost, copy, translate, steal or modify.

Tested By Time - Prologue 🌻

series summary; what happens when time suddenly decides to feed you snippets of a life you can’t remember living? a life filled with joy and happiness that was cruelly ripped away - your mind plagued with just that. when a certain spirit is plagued by these memories as well, he’s just as confused as you. two hearts brought together through many millennia find they’re connected in more ways than one.

pairing; Yami Yugi/Atem x female! reader

reblogs/feedback/likes are appreciated & encouraged. DO NOT repost/steal any of my works.

chapter warnings; implied death

chapter word count; 1.5k+

chapter summary; when dreams of what has happened to the once queen of Egypt have been plaguing for months, each one feeling more real than the next - this one, the most real one yet.

links; series masterlist | 1 | 2 | 3

A gentle hum of chatter carried on the soft breeze in a bustling Egyptian village. Vendors sold goods of all kinds from food to clothes, and everything in between. The laughter of children could be heard ever so slightly above the chatter as they ran around, carefree of the life they lived. Making the most of who they were with and what they had.

The smaller child of the group looked up towards the palace that stood like a fancy decoration against the blue sky, more so to the balcony where the Pharaoh and his new Queen had been presented only a week ago. The festivities had only just died down, much to the disappointment of a few as they could go on for many more moons to come. Their eyes caught a glimpse of a figure standing there, quietly observing the village and everyone below.

"Hey! Look! It's the Queen!".

The other children that were running around stopped in their tracks and gazed up in the direction their friend was pointing, cheering and waving to the figure. From her position on the balcony, the new Queen tilted her head slightly before she let out a small giggle and waved back, much to the delight of the small group.

It had only been a week since she and the Pharaoh had wed and had been presented as the new King and Queen of Egypt. To say she couldn't be any happier even if she tried right now was an understatement. She was adored not only by her husband but by the people of their country. Something that warmed her deeply.  The feeling of strong arms wrapping around her waist caused her to shift her gaze, blinking in surprise when she met another's eyes. An ever so soft and small kiss was placed on her cheek causing her to smile, leaning further back into the body behind her. "Here you are my love, I thought you were hiding from me".

The words made her smile as she turned, coming face to face with the person who had joined her, her hand resting on the male's chest. Leaning up, she placed a soft kiss on his lips before resting her other hand on his arm. Taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of being back in her lover's arms and away from the bustle of the palace. "How could I hide from you my Pharaoh? Call me selfish but I wanted to see the view again. Besides, I think I made some children very happy".

The young King tilted his head in slight confusion at her words before he found himself guided to look at the village below. The same kids were still waving as the pair waved back, earning louder cheers as the small group ran off. Much to the delight of the Queen. No doubt they were off to tell their parents what had happened. "See, I told you. Aren't they adorable? They get so much joy from seeing us acknowledge them".

The silence around the pair was comfortable and felt right. Soft kisses soon littered the young woman's neck as she bit her lip, chewing back the sinful sounds that wanted to escape. Her hand slipped down and gripped the side of the tunic the young King wore. Her eyes closed for a moment as she felt herself starting to slip, and once that happened, they both knew it wouldn't be long before they were disappearing from the sight of others. "Hmmm, what seems to be the problem, my King?".

The kisses soon seized as the head of the young King rested on her shoulder as he hummed out for a moment. An inner battle made him wonder if he should tell her or not. Of course, they'd known each other for many years, playing together as children and watching the other grow into who they were now. Yet this though was one of the more nerve-racking ones he had. "I was just thinking about the kind of mother you'd be to our children".

A soft yet playful elbow in his gut made the Pharaoh laugh as he turned his wife around to face him, arms holding her close as he took in the fake shocked look on her face.  "Are you suggesting you'd like me to be with child, ---?".

The young male blushed and stuttered a little, trying to find a way to justify his words or find something else to talk about causing his wife to giggle at his sudden shyness. The sheer delight she had in her eyes made him relax, words were no longer needed as they both stood looking at each other. "———, relax please. I told you I'm ready whenever you are. Nothing would make me happier".

Gentle kisses to her forehead made her smile, her eyes closing to enjoy the closeness again. Everything was perfect. She couldn't have asked for a better life even if she tried. Sure there were those who still objected to the two of them being together, that the young King deserved some Princess from another Kingdom as it would not only strengthen the bonds of the Kingdom but ensure the bloodline remained pure. Of course, their words got to her, given she was a lowly commoner until a few moons ago when she was introduced as the soon-to-be wife of the Pharaoh. None of that mattered right now as long as she had her husband by her side. Not their words, their cruel remarks, their looks. She had everything she needed and more in front of her.

The sudden rumble of the ground caused the two to quickly part, cracks slowly becoming visible beneath the pair. Soon pieces of brick began to fall, creating a gap between the two lovers.

A sudden low yet loud rumble of the ground caused the two figures to quickly part, eyes glancing down as cracks slowly became visible beneath the pair. Pieces of brick began to fall, creating a small gap between the two of them. Eyes cast down as the rumble seemed to shake the young Queen to the core,  her eyes widening as the flooring beneath her gave way.

Everything seemed to slow down as she felt her body falling, everything passing in a blur as her hand reached up, fingers brushing with the hand she tried to cling to. The last noise she heard above her screams was the agonising cry of her husband who slowly vanished from her view until all she saw was the darkness. That darkness that they had been told about since time began.

The scream seemed to echo around you as you jolted up, sheets gathering loosely around your waist as you breathed heavily, heart racing wildly threatening to tear through your very chest with each beat. Placing a hand over where your heart was you tried to calm yourself with deep breaths as you closed your eyes again. Trying to make sense of everything that had happened. Just like the dreams you'd have falling asleep, where you felt like you were falling and jolt suddenly, this one had felt a little too real at the end.

For weeks, if not months, you had been plagued by these dreams each one seeming more real than the one before it. Each night you had one, you'd wake in a mess, panting and sweating with whatever you had covering you in a crumpled mess somewhere between the lower half of your body and the bottom of the bed. At first, you thought it was down to the heat in the room as well as an overactive imagination but the more it happened, the less plausible your idea seemed. It was hard to describe but each one seemed physically real. Like you were there then you weren't. The actions of the person whose eyes you were looking through were your own but at the same time, they weren't.

Another strange thing about these dreams was the male who you often saw. You couldn't quite shake the feeling that he was someone you knew yet, for whatever reason, he remained a stranger to you. Then there was his name, whenever you seemed to speak it in these dreams it came out in silence. That struck you as odd but the male seemed to respond to it meaning he heard it every time it was spoken. Letting out a soft sigh, you pushed what remained of the blankets back and slipped out of bed, walking over to your desk. There lay a journal, a journal that you kept all of the recent happenings in to help you try and make sense of what was going on at some point further down the road. Grabbing a pan, you quickly jotted down a log of what you could remember before closing the cover and placing the pen back.

Glancing at the clock on your table you noticed it wouldn't be long before you had to get ready for your day. Stretching you sighed softly at the small pops and cracks you felt, your mind and body feeling more awake as you decided to get ready and make a head start on what was to come. As you dressed you hummed a tune to yourself your mind forgetting what had occurred during your sleep.As you walked out the door, you locked it behind you and made your way to school, unaware of another being haunted by dreams of life once passed.

© springismss - don’t repost, copy, translate, steal or modify.

Do you still do color dividers? If so, can I request sage green dividers? Thanks and keep up the work.

Sage green

Hex code: #588157

Hex code: #758467

Hex code: #819171

Hex code: #9CAF88

Hex code: #CBD5C0

Hex code: #DFE6DA

Find more here!

Requests for dividers are open!

Like/rb if use // No need to credit me

Saving Grace - b. barnes

pairing; winter soldier! bucky x gender neutral! reader

reblogs/feedback/likes are appreciated & encouraged. DO NOT repost/steal any of my works.

warnings; slight sweating, mention of a weapon/injury

word count; 1k+

summary; when you find yourself at the mercy of the infamous winter soldier, the only target that’s ever managed to outrun him, you still feel sorry for him. he’s an individual who has no free will of your own, you on the other hand, have free will. that’s what leads to you doing something you didn’t expect you would do.

links; Marvel Masterlist | Masterlist

© springismss - don’t repost, copy, translate, steal or modify.

Chaos.

That's the only word you could describe everything you saw around you. Ruin, blazes, destruction. All of this because you were the latest mission of a long list of names for the male stood in front of you.

Your team stood scattered around, as he drew closer to you. An emotionless stare burning into you as you stood your ground not ready to give up just yet. The faint static in your earpiece was jumbled with a response from someone but you didn't care to listen.

Your body grew tired as you contemplated accepting your fate. You heard the stories for as long as you could remember. A male soldier who was the best at crossing off names. HYDRA's top weapon. The legendary Winter Soldier. You, like many, believed him to be a myth. A story made up to scare young kids into following the right path because they didn't want to end up the same way he did. Only he turned out not to be a myth, he was very much real.

"Hey, (y/n), come on! Get out of there!".

The sudden loudness made you jump slightly, your breath catching in your throat as you forgot how long you had it. The creaking of leather coming closer drew you out of your daze.

This was the day you were going to die. Sure, you had those thoughts many a time before but the people who tried to kill you in the past? This guy made them look like amateurs. At best, a child would do a better job than them.

Your eyes finally locked with the soldier's as you continued to stand your ground. Hands dropping to your sides as your weapon thudded on the concrete. You were tired. Tired of running. Tired of trying to convince yourself that this was all some crazy nightmare and you'd wake up soon.

"Fine, you win. I'm tired of this bullshit. I'm tired of running from you!".

Not once did the assassin react to your words. His gaze remained fixed on the target that had spent so long running from him. Once your name was crossed off, HYRDA would be pleased. You should have been one of the easiest for him to kill but somehow, you were the hardest one. Managing to escape his attempts to thwart you time again until he cornered you in some little city not too far from where he was told you resided. It would be over in a matter of seconds but those last few seconds to you would be the most painful you had ever felt in all of your existence.

Letting out a shaky breath you closed your eyes, enjoying the blackness before it became one of the last things your mind had seen. The assassin's kills were anything but painless, being able to rid the plant of your existence in seconds. You had your typical regrets of someone in your position. Of the life you never lived, of the life you'll never get to live. Maybe if you hadn't spent the past few months on the run, you would have lived your life to the fullest ready to accept this day. Now that it was here, you didn't want to leave.

"Just get it over with, Winter Soldier! I'm sure HYDRA will celebrate in some sick and twisted way when~".

Something caused you to look over the metal shoulder as your eyes tried to fixate on something happening. You couldn't quite make it out but yet, down in your gut, you didn't have the greatest feeling about it. Squinting you saw the faint glimmer of what your team called the best weapon in your grasp. From talking to the people who had managed to survive a shot from it, you found them to be in pain many months after. Some of the pain strong enough to make them want someone or something to finish the job off.

Piecing things together in your head, your eyes widened in horror as your legs began to move. A loud shot being fired was all you heard as you rushed forward, managing to push the assassin out of the way. The hot metal of the bullet fired piercing your shoulder as you landed with a grunt, your breathing rate increasing as you gripped the wound, hissing out at the contact. You don't know what made you move but something told you to save the soldier.

Judging by the look in his eyes, your reaction had taken him by just as much surprise as you.

Looking down, a small smile tugged at the corner of the sitting figure’s lips as they leaned over, placing a soft kiss upon the other's forehead. It had been a few years since that incident and they couldn't thank you enough for taking the first steps towards their freedom.

Sure, Bucky still had the arm given to him by HYDRA but he was planning on replacing it as soon as possible. The final piece of his horrible past as a ruthless killer. He didn't know why you had done what you had done but he was thankful. You may have been the only person to escape him for so long but maybe it was for that reason alone you had.

Cliché or not, you were his saving grace and he wasn't going to let you go anytime soon. Even if it killed him in the process.

ᱬ⛧ lipstick ~ s. gojo

sum: everyone knows your fiancé loves buying and giving you gifts - no one would guess which was his favourite.

pairing: satoru gojo x fiancée! reader

content: 18+ - mndi. blowjob/handjob, reader gets called princess/sweets/sweetheart, slightly sub gojo, implied public sex, generalised swearing.

a/n: based on sfw videos i’ve seen floating around, why not add a twist heh. as always likes, comments and re-blogs are deeply appreciated!

word count: 970

links: jjk masterlist | masterlist

satoru gojo loves nothing more than spoiling you rotten because he’s filthy rich and one of his love languages is gift-giving. he doesn’t care how much it costs, you’re worth every penny.

the latest model of your phone that’s only been out a few hours? that outfit you’ve had your eye on for a few months now? that car you made a passing comment about? you can bet they're now yours - each with a hint of baby blue somewhere as a nod to who you belong to.

despite all the lavish gifts, no one would ever suspect that satoru gojo’s favourite thing to buy you is lipstick. he loves the various colours that compliment your skin tone, and the way you move your mouth when applying the colour before pressing your lips together to make sure they’re covered.

he never knew there were so many types of lipstick until he dated you - matte, sheer, creamy and a whole load more. of course, he took the time to get to know each one and know your personal favourites.

however, both of you know the main reason he buys you a ton of lipsticks and who were you to complain, especially when you had him in a panting mess.

“f-fuck baby, please. colour me some more with those, shit, pretty lips of yours”. the groan that left satoru’s throat had you humming, doe eyes looking up at him through your lashes as you moved your lips with a pop. sucking in a breath as you continued to move the hand you had wrapped around the base of his cock.

“somebody’s impatient”. two simple words that had him throwing his head back with a groan as he lifted his hips, trying desperately to get any sort of friction from your hand. much like any other time, you’d placed your new lipstick upon your lips and pressed them together in a kiss to make sure you’d applied the colour properly, and as usual, your fiancé watched eagerly with trained eyes chewing on his bottom lip.

once you turned to show him, satoru stepped towards you and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. he took a few seconds to look at you before attaching his lips to your neck, nibbling at the skin as you let your head fall back, hands grabbing at his jacket to steady yourself. after a few antagonising minutes, he faced you again before smirking, hands gripping your hips. “i think you know what i want, sweets”.

glancing at the clock you hummed out before nodding your head, guiding him to the bed and pushing him down. “of course i do, but make it quick, i’d hate to miss our dinner date, toru”.

looking back at those blue eyes you fell in love with, you placed your free hand on top of the one now gripping your hair and smirked. as much as you’d love to tease him longer, you both had to leave soon so while continuing to move your hand, you began to place soft kisses on his thighs and near the base of his cock, much to his amusement. “h-ah, princess, making sure to colour me, fuck, pretty”.

pulling away from the final kiss you placed, you let out an innocent giggle and looked back up at him. “of course, toru, got to make sure i leave my mark one way or another, these ones are temporary until later”. before he had time to retort, you placed another kiss on the head of cock before sliding your lips down, hollowing out your cheeks as you worked your mouth and hand in tandem, taking in every detail and vein you could.

you knew he was close by the way his legs strained and breathing quickened, abs tensing slightly as he helped you move your head with the hand wrapped in your hair, sinful noises falling from his parted lips. with a few more hard sucks you felt his cock tense and he spurted ropes of his come at the back of your throat, panting to catch his breath as you pulled off with a pop, milky white fluid slipping out the corner of your lip.

bringing your fingers up to your lip, you swiped up the slither of cum and smirked as you looked at it, slipping your fingers into your mouth as you sucked them clean, eyes never leaving the man above you.

“f-fuck, sweetheart, if we didn’t have to go to dinner, i’d make sure you couldn’t walk for a week”. looking you over he ran a hand through his hair, huffing out a sneaky breath before he smirked at you again. “on second thoughts, we have time for a quickie don’t we, sweets?”. standing, you leaned forward and helped him fix his trousers, patting his cheek with a grin. “hmmm… sure you would think that, toru. you’re just going to have to wait until we come home”.

walking back to the dresser you touched up your lipstick, fixing your outfit before you turned to face satoru who’d walked to your side. placing a hand on his shoulder, you stood on your toes and placed your lips to his neck leaving a colourful imprint of your lips on his skin.

you knew he wouldn’t wipe it away, wearing it as a badge of honour while out with you. you also knew that you’d never make it back home before he had pressed against the seat in the back of his car, fucking into you relentlessly as you cry out for him to let you breathe for a moment as payback for not letting him have a quickie with you earlier.

out of all the gifts satoru gojo buys you - lipstick is hands down his favourite, and your favourite too.

permanent tags;

@ani-net

© springismss 2025 - don’t repost, copy, translate, steal or modify.

ᱬ⛧ villainous ~ hawks

sum: you're the daughter of a pro hero, a highly sought-after pro. what happens when a villain is tasked with taking you, using you to panic your father and trying to convince you to join his side? only his ways of persuading you involves intimate touches.

pairing: villain! hawks x pro hero daughter! reader

content: 18+ - mdni below cut. implied kidnap/drugging, p in v, language, dirty talk, cream pie, possessive talk, wing play if you squint, reader gets called princess/baby/baby girl/dirty girl, bindings before fun, stalking, general NSFW content.

a/n: originally wrote with another character in mind which is over on ao3, decided on a change when posting here. may or may not have renewed my love for keigo in the process. as always likes, comments and re-blogs are deeply appreciated!

word count: 2,450

links: bnha/mha masterlist | masterlist

he'd been watching you for what felt like weeks, taking mental notes of your routine, who you spent time with, and what you ate. every single little thing. being the daughter of a highly sought pro-hero, you were bound to attract attention one way or another and that is exactly what drew them to you. you were the perfect one they needed for their plan. he'd been tasked with one thing and one thing only.

to kidnap you.

for whatever reason, the villainous group he belonged to wanted to make your father pay for what he'd done in society. call it bullshit hero work or whatever, they wanted to make him suffer. breaking him down to his lowest point before ending him once and for all. after observing, your routine seemed a little too easy for him to infiltrate, that was obvious after watching you. and infiltrate is what he did.

the perfect opportunity came up at the cliché moment of you walking alone past an alleyway. you had been so busy all day with work and other things, that you decided to forgo your usual route in favour of one that would help you arrive at your final destination a lot quicker. everything passed in a blur as you felt yourself being dragged to the side, landing with a thud against the damp floor. “fuck, hey what’s…”.

before you had a chance to finish your words, to push yourself up off the ground and take in what was happening, you felt yourself being tackled and pricked by something, eyelids growing heavy. vision blurring slightly as you let your head drop, trying to shake yourself from whatever you could feel taking over you.

all the while eyes watching in pure amusement before they scooped you up, taking you to where you were needed the most.

the blurry vision and heaviness began to clear as you woke up, blinking your eyes to try and help yourself focus. scanning around, you took in the unfamiliar surroundings, swallowing the hard lump in your throat as that sense of uneasiness began to claw at your skin.

letting out a small huff, you glanced down at your wrists and tested the binding that kept them together. after a few seconds, you gave up trying, the binding tied too tight for you to loosen even a little. deciding to look around you once more, you scanned the area again, narrowing your eyes at a certain area of darkness. you could see something lurking there, something that wasn’t a part of your imagination. golden-brown just barely visible.

golden-brown eyes that looked oh so familiar yet the reason why escaped you. "hey, you in the shadows, who are you exactly?".

a low chuckle echoed around the room, causing you to shiver slightly before a figure stepped forward, emerging from the spot you were glaring at a moment ago. your eyes widened in a mixture of emotions as you took in the figure walking towards you.

there was no chance in hell he was alive after all this time.

not from the stories you had heard from your father about his demise and how the world lost an impressive young hero. only, right now, that’s what those words seemed like. stories. made up words that got lost in translation at one point, probably from being spoken by one too many mouths. "how the fuck?".

stood there in the flesh, ready to be seen once again was the winged hero, hawks. except, the hero no longer wore the crown of justice he had worked so hard to achieve, to be the youngest pro hero of his generation with his very own agency.

instead, he wore the crown of destruction, enjoying his new life as a villain. after all, being able to take what you want and cause mayhem while at it seemed to ignite something deep inside of him, something long forgotten.

keigo loved the look of both shock and confusion as he walked towards you, wings twitching slightly as his eyes stayed fixated on you. the sight of you helpless and somewhat bound spurred him on, tongue running across his lips as he stopped just short of you. crouching down, he reached out his hand and placed it under your chin, thumb running across your skin before he rose to his feet, lifting your head at the same time.

keeping your eyes trained on him, you watched him carefully, every move that both he and his wing made. of course, you were trying to figure out what he wanted from you and why. "i've been told to use whatever means necessary to get you to side with us, (y/n)-".

letting his hand drop from your chin he began to drag his fingers down your neck, his touch lingering on your chest for a moment before moving further down your body. a shiver spread down your spine and across your being, out of desire or fear you didn’t know yet, but it took you by surprise, a smirk tugging at his lips as he caught it. you prayed it was the latter. "-that way we'll have that pesky dad of yours come to try and save his precious daughter. then we'll strike, ending him".

hands disappeared from your body for a moment before returning, hands taking hold of your breasts and kneading. biting your lip you let your head drop slightly, trying anything in your power to not let any sounds escape, much to the enjoyment of kiego.

he’d been watching you for some time and now he was fascinated with you. other than the group's mission, he had his own mission, to make you his no matter what. to mark every single part of you inside and out.

cursing yourself, you tried to move slightly but that only spurred the blonde male on. you could feel yourself slowly fall for the pleasure building in your gut and part of you hated yourself for that. hands detached from your chest before travelling, one gripping your throat and squeezing slightly, hot breath fanning across your ear. "how about we kick this up a notch, princess?".

his words had you shivering as you felt the bindings on your wrists loosening, being tossed to the side as you nodded, not trusting yourself to speak out just yet.

clothes were soon discarded, scattered across the floor like useless pieces of material as skin touched skin. the coolness of the room and the floor seemed to pale in comparison to the heat you felt all over your body. the more kiego ran his fingers over your skin, the more you ached. the way he had the pad of his thumb rubbing your clit in circles and he stretched you in his fingers, curling up into that sweet spot that had your vision blurring.

he was a villain, so this should have felt wrong on all levels but deep down, you knew you loved the thrill. you'd always admired him back when he was a hero, how amazing he was and how useful his quirk was. you were told that having a dad as a pro hero, he should have been your favourite, but you couldn’t help falling for the charm of hawks.

you spent many nights slipping your fingers into your already drenched cunt, working yourself at the thought of him destroying you in ways you'd imagine he would as a lover. you figured he’d be slow to begin with, gradually building up the pace until he had you folded, legs numb from his harsh thrusts. those same nights spent crying out his name in the throes of your pleasurable high. "how about we skip right to the good part, princess?".

despite having your mouth open, and moans of wants slipping out, kiego didn’t wait for an answer. lining up the mushroom tip of his cock, he prodded a few times before sinking into your cunt, pushing past that ring of resistance with ease. “f-fuck, baby, you grip my cock so well. who knew you were such a dirty girl?”. pulling back he slipped his cock out of you, leaning forward to hover above your lips before he slammed back into you, muffling your cries of surprise with a searing kiss.

moaning out, you messily kissed him back as teeth and touches clashed, losing all sense of self-respect the more you felt the head of his cock kiss your cervix. you could feel the slight bulge, the way he stretched you deliciously as he continued to press against that spongy spot that had you whining.

your hands began to wander, feeling the way his arms tensed as he thrusted into you, to the way his body reacted to every little thing your own done. the overwhelming feeling of being fucked, stretched more than you thought possible mixed with his relentless thrusts made you start to lose your grip on reality. arching your back, you lifted yourself slightly off the floor as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling his body closer to you and his cock deeper.

words spilt out of your mouth, words the villain smirked at hearing. “h-ha, k-keigo, please, fuck, please”. you didn’t even know what you were begging for but you couldn’t care less. everything felt like it didn’t matter compared to this.

screwing your eyes shut, you whimpered as your hands gripped onto his back, catching the feathers on his wings making a deep groan sound from the villain above you. “f-fuck, baby girl, careful of the wings”. so the rumours were true? you'd make sure to use that to your advantage if you ever got another chance.

one thing you came to learn quickly was that keigo loved to use every surface in the room to his advantage, contorting your body in ways you never knew you were capable of. the mushroom head of his cock repeatedly hit that one spot that had your eyes rolling back, and legs shaking as you tried to remain as sane as you possibly could, drunk from the feeling of his cock making you feel more alive than you had felt.

he didn't care if you were a sobbing mess under him or cock drunk, he had you exactly where he wanted you practically folded in half. that's how he knew you'd accept the proposal he growled out in between his hard thrusts. "baby, h-ah, join us. you'll get to do this every day. f-fuck, i’ll show you just how good it feels to be with me. shit”.

the moan you let out in response made his cock throb painfully, a low growl sounding from deep in his chest as he continued to thrust into your now overly sensitive cunt. your whimpers of joy sounded as you reached your euphoria, feeling him swell slightly as ropes of his come coated the insides of you, making sure to keep every drop stuffed inside. wings fluttering behind him that made you feel so small.

taking a moment to regain his breath, keigo looked you over, eyes taking in your fucked out state. you were a beauty. his beauty. reaching a hand up, he brushed your hair out of your face, fingers lingering on your parted lips. "now, all we have to do is wait for your dear father to come for you, then we'll show him what had become of his darling little angel".

smirking slightly he pulled back, cock slipping out of your cunt, eyes lingering on the small amount of his seed now trickling out and pooling into the floor. "i wonder how he'll react to you being fucked several times by a villain. not just any villain either". you watch his form retreat through a door after cleaning himself and you, taking a moment to regain some of your strength before you move.

you knew it would be a good while before you were even found. as far as you were aware, no one had any idea you were missing. lifting yourself to your feet, you flopped onto the seat you were in before, sighing at the feeling of being on something other than the floor.

did your father know you were gone? not that he had bothered to check on you as of late, you were an adult now so you were left to your own devices. chances are that by the time you were found, when he eventually realised you were gone and began the search for you, you'd be long gone. lost in the world of the villains, especially the world of the blonde villain as you remained by his side.

not that keigo would ever mind you by his side, he had you where he wanted you and right now, even for the foreseeable, you didn't want to leave. especially when you were pinned beneath him, moaning out loud each time he fucked you like there was no tomorrow. pulling your body into positions you didn’t know existed or could only ever dream of.

he could get used to this and nothing could change his mind. he was as drunk on you as you were on him. the woman of his desires was finally his. he'd known about you long before he turned away from being a hero. thanks to working with your dad, he'd seen pictures of you and heard stories, ones that made him laugh and smile. even if it was thanks to the way his cock made you feel, he finally had you all to himself.

a few months had passed since that night and from what you heard, your father had come looking for you. seemingly giving up easily when he saw no trace of you anywhere, it was like you had disappeared into thin air. that solidified how much you meant to him.

truth be told you didn't want to be found. not now. not ever.

you were too busy being not only fucked out by the villain who rocked your world, but loved like you should be. not wanting to leave each other, not wanting anything to end between you. you were too far gone to be rescued even if someone tried. the thrill is too much for you both.

besides, to you, dominant keigo can be quite persuasive when he wants to be. especially when he's buried to the hilt deep inside of you. dragging the dirtiest of sounds out of you as you cling on for your life once more. teetering on the cusp of your combined euphorias.

"that's it, princess, you'll be mine and mine alone~".

"we'll show all these fuckers who's the best out of the so-called heroes and villains".

"especially with you by my side, baby".

© springismss 2025 - don’t repost, copy, translate, steal or modify.