Husband!atsumu Who Unplugs Cords, Tightens Jars, And Places Items Around The House Just Out Of Your Reach

THE MAN ON THE TRAIN┊TOJI FUSHIGURO

… After weeks of watching the man on the train out of the corner of your eye, you notice that one day he sits across from you and that’s when you realize you’re not the only one who’s been watching him. It seems that he also has an interest in you.

⊹ pairing. toji fushiguru x fem!reader

⊹ tags. smut (18+ only), exhibicionism, dirty talk, humiliation/degradation kink, begging, petnames/praising (sweetheart, pretty girl, good girl), spanking (once), mean!toji, tiny bit of voice kink, spit play, a little bit of ass play, squirting, oral (f > m), age gap (late 20s, early 30s), reader’s pov. | wc. 3.8k

It was around five o'clock in the afternoon when it happened.

I knew without checking the time on my wrist, I didn’t have to, the sky was so orange bathing all of Shibuya that it was clear what time it was.

I pretended to ignore it for a couple of seconds. Heavy seconds that turned into what felt like a finite minute, I tried to disguise it by looking out the window, the clouds seemed to be rolling over some buildings as we left the city behind and my neck was starting to tense up because of the way I was turning it so much towards the glass, very interested in the peculiar color of the clouds.

I knew without even hesitating. It was just the two of us in the carriage, so there was no way he was looking at anyone else but me.

The aisle checker peers between the cars with slow but steady steps looking from one side to the other, making sure that everything is correct, that no one has forgotten any belongings or that some unwanted stowaway hasn’t snuck in. As he passes us, he leans forward a little and I do the same.

The man on the train gives him a sort of smile, the scar splitting one corner of his mouth quivers and he proceeds to say something that my limited Japanese cannot decipher all the while I try to ignore the sudden warmth that hearing him speak for the first time brings to life inside me. The other man just nods and answers him in a raspy voice and then continues on his way.

I’m sure when the gentleman is far enough away that he can’t hear us or even remember our names he looks back at me.

I shuffle on the seat, tossing aside non-existent lint from my pants.

“You’re not from around here.” I stop dead in my tracks and raise my gaze only to confirm that he’s really talking to me.

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pov: you’re drop dead gorgeous (and they don’t know how to deal with it)

character/s: bakugo katsuki, shinsou hitoshi, kaminari denki, todoroki shouto

genre: fluff, crack (?), them hyping u up like there’s no tomorrow, uhh reader wears makeup 🤕

notes: this is for all u pretty mfs aka all of u whether u believe it or not YOU ARE PRETTY AMD HOT AND AMAZING 😡‼️ also disclaimer: the boys love u not just for your face. they think you’re so cool for being beautiful inside n out and this is just them appreciating the out 🧎‍♀️

bakugo katsuki thinks you’re so pretty that his only response to it is to be angry. he’d watch intently the way you’d smooth your clothes down and cutely fiddle with your hair in the mirror as if there’s even anything to fix. he’ll cup your pretty face in his hands and squeeze your cheeks together (cuteness aggression probably), “tell me why you’re so fucking pretty all the time? what are you so pretty for, huh?!”

bakugo katsuki would always watch you do your makeup and hair and then slip into the prettiest clothes only you can pull off and he’s just mesmerized by the whole thing.

“katsuki, please stop drooling and get dressed. we’re gonna be late.”

his only response is: “fuck off.”

because he can never deny nor hide the fact that he constantly admires you every chance he gets. he storms his way to you and snatches a shimmery eyeshadow from your makeup bag. “tch, you don’t even need any of this shit.”

“you don’t like it, katsuki?” you stare up at him doe-eyed, easily making his heart skip a beat.

“h-hah?! i didn’t say that!” he shoves it to your hand, “now do this glittery shit next!”

and you just ditch whatever plans you’d made and spend the rest of the night trying on different makeup looks. he’ll insist that you sit on his lap while you doll yourself up just because, and you gladly do so but then you both end up wearing a full face of glam makeup 🧍‍♀️ he doesn’t know how he just let it happen but he’s like, “whatever makes you fucking happy, y/n.”

he then proceeds to tell you that, “every one of those ugly extras should grovel at your feet, worship the ground you walk on, and then beg for your forgiveness.”

“forgive them for what?”

he stares blankly at you. “for breathing the same air as you.”

bakugo katsuki’s not active on social media at all but on his instagram, his first and only post is a photo dump of just youー the selfies you took on his phone, your date outfits, candid photos (by courtesy of bakugo katsuki) of you smiling at a stray cat, the power nap you took on his shoulder, and his favorite one by far: a photo of you wearing his black tank top that completely swallows you up, holding up two little peace signs on your cheeks.

and of course, he captions it, “u and ur ugly ass wish u were y/n.”

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Alpha Bucky would totally tell you to get sleep because he care about his mate 🥺😉

Pairing: Beefy Alpha Bucky x reader

Word count: Drabble.

A/N: A/B/O dynamics, so not copy, repost, rewrite or translate my work. Fluff.

Bucky's been watching you struggle to stay awake for the past hour. He knows you're working too hard and you deserve a break.

"You need to sleep, little one." Bucky states as he scoops you up from the couch. Not waiting for your response, he carries you to the bedroom.

"I'm alright."

"Dont lie to your Alpha, I can feel how tired you are." He declares in response to the flare of annoyance in your bond.

You sheepishly smile into his neck, your fingers touch your mark. "Sorry."

He gives you a knowing look when you stifle your yawn. Ignoring your sleepy, mumbled protests that you'll go to sleep in a few minutes and you need to finish your work.

Bucky quips, "and my job is take care of you and that's what I'm going to do."

He flicks back the top sheet and lays you down. "Get some rest and I'll check on you in a bit."

You whine softly when he turns to leave. "Please stay."

Bucky can never resist when you make those cute little omega noises. You whimper when he sighs. "I'll keep doing it," you warn.

Bucky turns around, his blue eyes narrowed but you know he's not upset.

"And I can command you to stop." He retorts, amusement softening his tone.

You smile up at him and whimper his name, soft and low in your throat, his large frame stepping towards you in an automatic response, wanting his distressed little omega to be happy.

"Alpha." You pout, tugging at him through your bond, sending your calming scent around the towering Alpha.

He grumbles under his breath, removing his shirt. "You're spoiled," he says with a shake of his head.

You shrug, biting your tongue so that you won't say that it's his fault you are the way you are. He knows though. The bed dips down as he gets in beside you. Pressing your face against his warm chest, you kiss his chin. "Thank you, Bucky."

He inhales your scent with a content groan before kissing the top of your head. "Sleep. I'll be here when you wake up." He lovingly promises.

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changes in 1 year for you life...

everthing about my paid readings and spells

pile 1

Many here may be feeling disillusioned or drowning in loving illusions, something like that, as if they are only sure that it will work out with this particular person, but it's okay if it doesn't resonate, this message is not for everyone, it is for a small group, you You will free yourself from some thoughts, you will be able to travel more, explore more, leave your comfort zone and explore what you want, come out of your shell, you will put love on the back burner.

pile 2

some are in a big impasse, they feel tired and exhausted from something, or from life itself, a lot of work, you will become a more understanding and loving, caring person, you will open your heart in a way that everyone will find you kind, at least on a first impression when meeting you, but there is still work to be done (?), if you are looking for a loving relationship, I see a very prosperous and beautiful one in your paths.

pile 3

I see a relationship term here, a relationship that you may not see now but is toxic and sucks you in somehow. You will become more visible because you will take better care of yourself, if you have dark circles they will disappear, I see you happy walking alone and doing your things, you can learn a new hobby.

We got the lotw version now (☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞

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‘eat the frog' method

Hi all, it’s werelivingarts. I just stumbled across this method called ‘eat the frog’, which means you get the most difficult or important task out of your way first. I actually have been using this method for a long time, hope this post gives you a new way of managing your time and productivity! 😜

“If it’s your job to eat a frog, it’s best to do it first thing in the morning. And if it’s your job to eat two frogs, it’s best to eat the biggest one first.” – Mark Twain 

biker ari and his gal

"Fuck no." Ari glares down at you, his brow furrowing. Silence permeates the air, people around you slowly backing away as if he were a uncaged bear about to snap.

Perhaps he is.

Your eyes drag up the wide expanse of his chest, past his throat to plush lips thinned into a grimace. God you hope he does snap. Because when he does-. Ari notices the shiver before it finishes its path down your spine.

"I said no," he grounds out through gritted teeth.

You place your hands on his shirt, pressing down until you feel his pecs, warm and firm under your palms. Your gaze lock on to his blue eyes and your lips part, exhaling the one word you know he can't resist.

"Please."

"Damn it." Ari inhales. Eyes fluttering shut. Veins protuding from his thick neck. Large hands grab your waist in a decadent bruising grip. "I...fuck it. I'll do it." He concedes, pulling you into his warm embrace.

You beam, starting to thank him but your breath stutters in your chest when he sweeps the rough pad of his thumb across your bottom lip.

He bends his massive frame down to your level, his lips brushing over your ear.

"But that's all you're getting from me, Sunshine. Tonight you can beg and plead all you want but you're not coming until I say you can." He hums thoughtfully, his large hand caressing your ass. "Hope it's worth it."

It is.

Rintaro Suna exercises his wrists every day to keep strong and hard hands capable of blocking any ball on the court. Fingers also have an important weight in blocking performance, and to exercise them he just needs your pretty wet pussy and a couple of pleas to make his long fingers move faster inside you.

No one would know his secret.

nurse rilakkuma ♡︎