𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛.

DOMAIN EXPANSION: INFINITE VOID (m)

pairing: gojo satoru x f!reader

synopsis: gojo satoru uses the infinite void for some… non-work related things.

tag(s): smut, established relationship, unprotected sex (don’t do this irl LOL), soft dom!gojo, praise kink, gojo’s a tease, fluff at the end; wc: 2.3k

a/n: inspired by what jogo said about the infinite void. happy birthday to gojo mf satoru! i love u bby <3 thanks for ruining my life. many thanks to @sweetberi​ for reading through and making fun of my 3am writing!!

YOU’RE ABOUT to lose your fucking mind.

It’s been five hours since Gojo left you craving a release on the kitchen counter with his fingers coated in your shining slick and a devilish grin on his face. “We have to get going,” he’d sung, licking his digits as he strolled to the front door, “or we’ll be late to my own party, darling.”

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hiraeth ♡ lee minho

♡ genre; angsty, vv angsty

♡ pairing(s); gn!reader x minho ft. comforting chan

♡ word count; 1k

♡ description; hiraeth (n.); a homesickness for a home you cannot return to, or that never was.

♡ notes; i cried multiple times while writing this. lino is my baby don’t touch me:( starts below the cut! i don’t expect this to do well bc it’s so old but hhhh

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(190620) han, side effects

‘guros 😁

wowwwwwww

8 Ways of Love.

– kim hongjoong

according to the ancient greeks, there are eight different types of love. here is:

･*:༅｡ the one known as mania, the obsessive love.

aka, the kind of love that can lead you to obsession, jealousy, and madness and can be toxic if not kept under control.

TW // sexual harassment. 

* italic text indicates flashback.

8 ways of love series; part ii

A not-so-healthy love story in which you reach your breaking point in your relationship, giving Hongjoong an ultimatum – to fix his toxic tendencies or to let you walk out on him forever. 

love catalyst: survival.

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i wish you back HAN [2021]

haikyuu boys toxic traits pt.2

—characters; tooru oikawa, hajime iwaizumi, bokuto koutarō.

warnings; cheating, gaslighting, manipulation, slight nsfw, mentions of sex, swearing/cussing.

—tooru oikawa

> he’s a cheater

> and he doesn’t even try and keep it a secret

> because he knows that you love him too much to leave him

+

tooru oikawa rolls onto the bed with a huff. the girl laying next to him huffs and pants, her cheeks flushed and her legs squeezed together.

“how was it?” he smirks, resting a hand on his cheek to look at her. his charismatic demeanour was enough to pull any girl, it was so hard to say no to him..

“amazing.” she breathes out, smiling, “thank you.”

“hey, it’s not a problem, cutie.” oikawa winks, flashing his pearly whites to her as he grins.

the handsome boy begins to stand and get dressed once more. slipping on his black t-shirt, black boxers and his grey sweatpants, he utters a quick goodbye to the girl and walks out the room. he grabs his bag from the couch, where he had thrown it a few hours earlier, and takes out his phone.

he rolls his eyes at how many notifications he has from you.

iMessage from: y/n

y/n: hi baby, what time are you gonna be home from the bar?

delivered: 21:36pm

y/n: baby?

delivered: 21:49pm

y/n: tooru, don’t ignore me.

delivered: 22:01pm

y/n: which slut are you with tonight, huh?

delivered: 22:13pm

y/n: fuck you

delivered: 22:16pm

you were so pathetic, he thought. he hated how clingy you were, it was so irritating. thank god he left his phone outside the room when he was fucking another girl, or else he would’ve screamed at you over call for interrupting his orgasm.

you were laying in bed back at your apartment, tears streaming down your face. you knew what tooru did when he wasn’t with you, it shattered your heart but you couldn’t change him. you would’ve dumped him months ago, you even tried to, but the thought of not being with him broke you even more than the idea of him cheating on you. you’d been together since the last year of high school, so 4 years. he’d always been a lady magnet, but you never expected him to cheat.

you loved him unconditional amounts, and you knew he didn’t feel the same. it really, really hurt, but he wasn’t going to change..

speaking of the devil, tooru oikawa walks through your bedroom door. he reeks of sweat, sex and another girls perfume.

great.

“hey.” oikawa says, licking his dry lips.

“hi.” you reply, your voice is quiet and feeble. you don’t feel like talking right now, your mind is racing and you feel like throwing up.

“you good?” he furrows his eyebrows, “you look ill.”

“i’m fine.” you spit back, bitterness laced in the way you spoke to him.

“you know you’re prettier when you don’t speak.” tooru laughs evilly, “the girl i just shagged was prettier, try to be like her.” he whispers, toying with your heart.

“why admit to cheating, oikawa?”

“‘cuz i know you’re not gonna do anything about it,” he scoffs, “you’re too dependent on me to leave. i could kill someone in front of you—even someone like your mother or father, and you wouldn’t do anything but confess your love for me. admit it, you’re obsessed with me and you’re such a pathetic little bitch that you can’t do anything for yourself.”

his words stung. it felt like someone was scraping away at your heart—ripping it to shreds. you knew what he said was somewhat right and that’s what hurt the most, his mean words were the truth. you couldn’t do anything for yourself and you were a pathetic little bitch.

tears well up in your eyes and some slip down your cheeks, you try to wipe them away before he sees, but you’re too late.

he laughs, walking towards the bathroom, “go on, cry for me, darling, don’t be shy now.”

—hajime iwaizumi

> he gaslights you.

> invalidates you

> always makes out your problems are stupid and you should stop “overreacting”

+

today was not a good day for you. it’s the one year anniversary since your brother passed away, he had passed in a car accident and it changed a lot in your family. you tried to stay positive for your mother and father, but today was just not the day. you’d spent half the day on your own sobbing.

you didn’t know where your boyfriend, hajime iwaizumi, was. maybe he was at the store, getting you something since he knew this day was tragic for you.

at 14:56pm, iwaizumi walks through the door to your apartment. he hears sobs from your bedroom, and he rolls his eyes. how annoying, he thinks. he walks into your room and sees you curled up on the bed, hugging a pillow that’s now soaked in tears.

“wallowing in sadness all day is not good for you, y’know.” he comments, placing his phone on the nightstand.

you don’t reply, only sniffle and hiccup.

“you’re being silly, if i say so myself.”

you shoot up, “silly? my brothers dead, iwa!” you snap, firing back after his rude words. if he said anymore, you’d do something you might regret.

“stop overreacting,” iwaizumi scoffs, “it was a year ago, get over it. you’re just being a hormonal woman, you on your period or something?”

you feel like hitting someone, someone being iwaizumi. but, you’re scared as to what he’ll do back, so you just get out of bed and shove past him.

“what? i didn’t even do anything wrong? you’re making such a big deal out of this.” hajime says, as his phone begins to ring. picking it up, he answers it and begins to talk, “hey, what’s up, shittykawa?”

as your boyfriend chats away to his best friend on the phone, you walk into the kitchen and get a drink of water.

iwaizumi comes in a few minutes later and wraps his arms around your waist, “stop overreacting, it upsets me and all you do lately is upset me. it’s not fair, y/n.”

you face him, “really?” you ask, confused, what could you have done that upset him? “what did i do?”

“you gave me attitude before and you’ve been isolating yourself from me, i miss the old y/n, i don’t know where she went but i want her back.”

“iwa..” you cup his face and kiss him gently, he kisses back slowly, the two of you hadn’t kissed in a while, and you had missed it. his hands trail down to the curve of your ass, and he cups it. your hands are in his hair as you make-out, lips sliding against each other and tongues rubbing together. it’s hot, the kiss, you haven’t had one like this in a while but you’re loving it.

iwaizumi’s lips move down to your neck and he sucks on the soft skin, creating purple marks down to your collarbones. the dark haired man picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. he walks back to the bedroom, with you sucking on his jaw as he goes.

the two of you had sex that night. extremely passionate, hot, loving sex that made your body ache the next morning. you had countless bruises on your hips; from where he held as you rode him, on your thighs; from where he held them wide open as he ate you out. you had hickeys on your jaw, neck, collarbones, tits, tummy and thighs, iwa went hard last night. you had hand prints on your ass, and your right cheek from where he spanked and slapped you, consensually of course.

iwa felt good too, surprisingly, he’d had sex with a pretty girl and he has his girlfriend “back”. she wasn’t crying anymore and acting like a whiny little bitch.

this is what iwa always does. he gaslights you, then turns it on himself—claiming you were the one in wrong, then you apologise and resort to sex to sort things out. it’s not healthy—it’s toxic, yet you can’t bring yourself to leave him. you don’t know why you haven’t left yet, it’s quite worrying how long you’ve endured this. but, despite iwa’s words, you love him, so so much. and he loves you,

right?

—bokuto koutarō

> he manipulates you

> and he does it well

> sort of a guilt tripper too

+

you’re laying in bed one night, scrolling through your phone before bed when a message from your boyfriend pops up.

bokuto: hey babe, wanna hang out tomorrow at 12?

seen: 22:56pm

fuck.

you couldn’t make it with your boyfriend. you had already arranged to meet with your mother who was visiting town, she was getting older and was travelling alone—you couldn’t blow her off, it would be rude and you wanted to make sure she was okay.

you hated telling people, especially your boyfriend, you couldn’t hang out with them; it made you feel guilty.

y/n: i’m sorry kou but i’m meeting my mum tomorrow, we’d planned this weeks ago and she’s travelling a long way..maybe another day? sorry again bubba :,(

seen: 23:01pm

bokuto doesn’t reply that night. nor does he text you in the morning like he usually does, not a single text or call. you’re quite somber when you’re with your mum, luckily she does most of the talking because your mind is racing and just filled with bokuto.

when you arrive home that late afternoon, around 17:34pm, bokuto has people over. kuroo, kenma, oikawa, iwazumi, akaashi, hinata, atsumu, osamu, suna, kageyama, and three girls who you didn’t know. one of which was sat extremely close to bokuto, her legs draped over his lap, and flirting with him so obviously. your heart stopped.

“oh, hey, y/n!” kuroo greets happily, grinning at you.

“hi,” you reply, softly smiling back at him, “are you all okay?”

the group replies, uttering that they’re good and thank you for asking. the girls exchange slightly confused looks with each other, a gesture that reminded of a petty thing high school kids used to do.

“i’m sorry to interrupt guys, i’m just gonna go to bed.” you say quietly, not wanting to stay any longer.

“oh, come on, stay! i’m sure your beloved would want you here. right?” atsumu turns to bokuto for confirmation.

bokuto doesn’t even spare you a glance, he just shrugs, “not really bothered.”

ouch.

bokuto always wanted you to hang out with him and his friends. you had no idea what you’d done to make him upset with you..once everyone had left you needed to question him on the subject.

you force a smile, “it’s okay guys, i’m really tired anyways.” they wish you goodbye as you walk into your bedroom, and shut the door.

later that night, when everyone had gone home and bokuto was finally alone with you and in bed, you decided to ask him what’s wrong.

“kou?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

he doesn’t move, or reply—just continues to scroll through his phone, his back facing you. your heart was pounding and you felt nervous for his reply.

“bokuto? i need to speak with you, please...”

he sighs, “what?” he snaps, attitude laced in his words.

“i’m not sure why you’re upset with me, but you’re being extremely strange. i’m not sure what i did but i’m sorry and i hope you can forgive me.” you smile, hoping he would forgive you.

“y/n, you know what you did. you fucking blew me off and i was all alone all day. the boys were busy today, but i was so sad and lonely that they had to come round. it’s not fair, you do this all the time.” he rants to you, making you feel incredibly guilty and upset.

he did this a lot. he’d ask you to do something, you were busy or couldn’t make it, and he’d be upset. so, “can we hang tomorrow?” really means, “hang out with me tomorrow, or i’ll be upset with you for the rest of the week.”

it was toxic, but you were blind and loved him too much that his toxicity was nothing but silly little moments of upset to you. nothing more, nothing less.

“oh, no! baby, i’m so sorry. i promise i’ll never blow you off again—oh i feel so bad!”

bokuto just nods sadly and cuddles up into your chest. you fall asleep in each other’s arms, you feeling happy that he forgave you, and bokuto grinning that he got you to apologise this time again.

+

i apologise bokuto’s was absolute ass. i hate this one so much, i’ve been putting off finishing it for days. sorry it’s so bad guys :(

tags: @p0nponpurin @sukunasbiggestfan @belle643

They think your cheating

🐶 Anon : HC, haikyu. Bokuto, kuroo, ushigima Angst to fluff They think you’re cheating but only to find out later that it’s your brother

A/n : Is that another emoji anon I sense??? Also, not proofread! It’s late so I’ll do it later!

Type : Headcanons

Warnings : Angst. Fluff/Comfort

Fandom : Haikyuu

Characters : Bokuto, Kuroo, Ushigima

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yes

Your heart has a story with mine

You and Hyunjin were the campus staple couple. It wasn’t for show, even though many people pointed to it as such. You guys really loved each other or maybe just you did. So when Hyunjin upped and left with the excuse of being an idol, you didn’t know what to do. Your plan was to ignore that you ever knew him. Even if he appears in your life years later. 

PAIRINGS: Hwang HyunJin x Reader 

TAGS/WARNINGS: Angst, OC being a sweet heart, and Hyunjin not realizing what he’s losing

A/N: Hi, i missed you guys so much! Hope you enjoy the story theirs plenty more to come. 

- Aylin 🌙

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How do you feel about mean dilf bakugou w. Dummy thick reader ??

Honey, if I’m being honest...

I genuinely get so excited whenever I see you ask something LMFAOOOO I’m like this bitch is about to have me obsessed over whatever she suggests for days!!

Cw: spanking, choking, use of the term Daddy

But, oh god, he’s such a mean old man! You always hear from his friends about how much Bakugou liked to tease and fuck with people—I mean he still does, but they say it’s not as bad as he used to be—so you can’t help it! You’ll poke and tease with him, just to see how he’ll respond back.

It’s usually quips, mean little remarks that make you shut your mouth and pout until he apologizes with a new purse or shoes. But you’re back on your bullshit by the next week, teasing and picking until one day, he just explodes.

It’s cold out. He’s in his early 40s and has a hard body after years of hero work. He’s old, okay, and the cold makes his old bones a little rickety. Cut him some slack, shit!

You’re in bed playing on your phone when Bakugou walks in. He’s scowling, a hand on his lower back, grunts slightly when he bends over to pick up one of your stray heels. He opens his mouth to scold you for it, when you beat him to the punch.

“Damn, old man. Cant even bend over without making allat noise, huh?” You smirk, glancing up at him above your phone. He pauses, still slightly bent over as his ruby red eyes cut at you quickly. Being the dumb little girl you are, you continue.

“Might have to trade you in for a younger guy soon, huh? Next thing you know, you won’t even be able to get it u—”

That old man moves a lot faster than you expect him to. Your phone is smacked out of your hands, his own warm ones wrapped around your throat, the other pinning your wrists, his thighs caging you in. You can only open your mouth to gasp when he’s growling down at you, eyes aflame and irritated.

“I’m sick of your shit.” He snaps down at you, teeth bared. “You and that smart fucking mouth, you’re nothing but a spoiled fucking brat. I’ve been trying to be nice, princess, but I’m tired of it.”

Bakugou shakes your neck slightly, gripping a little harder and laughing at the way you choke. You can feel his bulge against your thigh as he towers over you, whispers against your gaping lips,

“And no, you won’t be getting another useless fucking purse or shitty designer jeans your ass is just gonna bust out of, after this.” His words make you whimper, eyes already glossing up as you pout your bottom lip. He doesn’t even bat an eye at your attempt to dissuade him from punishing you.

You’re over his knee in a second. It’s embarrassing, someone as big as you being spanked so petulantly, mocking you as if you were a child. Bakugou only laughs at every cry, every hiccup, every sob, never easing up on his slaps. His thick palms, thickened after years of quirk use, feel so heavy and hard against your plump ass, even the extra fat there doesn’t soften the impact.

“Bad fucking girl, princess. Think someone’s gonna want your stupid, bratty ass?”

“They’ll only want to fuck this fat ass, these pretty little thighs, but that’s it. No ones ever gonna spoil you like I do.”

“And that’s the fucking problem! I spoiled your ass! Even when you were being a spoiled, dumb little fucking brat, I rewarded that shit because of your stupid cute face and nice little body and fuck—”

You can’t help the wobbly smile at his confession. His spanks slow down as you look at him over your shoulder. You think his resolve is cracking at the soft eyes he gives you, before that same sneer is on his lips in an instant. He uses one hand to slam your face back down into the mattress and starts reigning slap after slap against your bruising ass.

“Don’t give me those eyes, princess, it’s not gonna work.” He growls, sounds like he doesn’t even believe himself. You wriggle and squirm in his lap, sobbing apologies as the spanks seem never ending, now traveling down to the backs of your thighs.

“Don’t be sorry now, smart mouth. You’re nothing but a little girl with a fat ass that needs to learn her fucking place. Ya understand me?” Bakugou snarls, grabbing mean handfuls of your ass, making you squeal and fight to get off of his lap.

“Tell me you understand, or you’re not getting shit for your birthday.” You know he’s bluffing, knows he would never let his pretty princess go without on her birthday, but you nod anyway, whimper.

“Y-yes, daddy, I understand!”

“Good.” He says, rubbing soothing circles on your sore ass. You’re still sobbing, eyes leaking like a faucet as Bakugou pulls you up to settle in his lap. You wrap your arms around his thick neck, cry your apologies for being so mean to him, let him coo and soothe your raw ass with a heated palm.

When your crying finally trickles down into soft whimpers, the rubbing slides down between your legs, plays with the hem of your panties. You grunt, pull away to look up at Bakugou, watch the way his eyes scan over your face as he bites his lip.

“Daddy?” You ask. “What are you...” you taper off when thick fingers find your clit through your panties. Bakugou smirks, swipe away your tears with his tongue. He speaks gruffly against your cheek,

“Your punishments not over yet, princess. This is for the weeks you’ve been fucking with me. Be a good girl and take it, yeah?”

You can only nod, sob softly, and let your Daddy punish you for being so mean to him. You deserve every slap, every name, every painful orgasm. As long as it’s from him, you’ll take whatever he gives you.