You’re The One That I Want (part 2)

Yuji: Look Gojo-Sensei, I lost a tooth while fighting today! I’m gonna put it under my pillow for the tooth fairy!

[ Later on, Yuji looking into the camera like he’s on ‘The Office’ ]

Yuji: Yes, I know it was wrong to make Gojo-Sensei think I still believe in the tooth fairy, but I’m in too deep now to tell him otherwise.

[ Camera zooms in to the five hundred dollars beside Yuji’s pillow ]

vanilla cake//(m)

✕𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐎:

✕𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭!𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐱 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫.

✕𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: (𝐬) (𝐟) (𝐚𝐮).

✕𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: #𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

✕𝐔𝐍𝐈: 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞!𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳.

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Fun fact: most of these posts are from a backlog. With these I have no more posts from the backlog

previous posts: 1 / 2 / 3 / 5 / 6 / 7

things sukuna has had to witness itadori do:

make a Pinterest board for his future wedding, complete with specific sections itadori did not appreciate sukuna telling him he’d be lucky to even find a person to marry him

try out different hairstyles and outfit for three whole hours because itadori wanted to ‘re-invent’ himself 

stare at pictures of jennifer lawrence and make a collage of them as his home screen

write ‘fan fiction’ with an oc scarily similar to jennifer lawrence and sukuna was about to go crazy because the grammar was awful and the plot was mediocre with cringey cliches that made it identical to all the other wattpad stories

see him take 15 pictures in a row and end up deleting 20 from his camera roll

send snapchat streaks to megumi and nobara only to get aired he then sent 3 more within the hour taking time to decorate the snap with bitmoji stickers which still got aired

see/hear his multiple daydreams with complete narratives every night before he sleeps

learn the lyrics to rap songs and tell gojo he wants to try making a soundcloud mixtape the worst thing is gojo supporting him

omg sorry im the anon who picked too many spices i’m so sorry 😭😭 so let me try again: wine for yuuta, ingredient 53, and spice 8 10 11?

good for you

People said all bad things about him, how he wasn’t good for you, he was going to toy with you, he was someone you needed to stay away from, but that wasn’t true.

meal order: wine + 53 (bad boy good girl au) + 8, 10 (dumbification, begging kink) 

warnings: nsfw content, fingering, dumbification, begging kink, slight voyeurism, slight corruption kink, bad boy! yuuta, unedited fic

note: soooo anon...i hope you like this, this is my first yuta fic and i was really nervous i was gonna mess this up, sheesh, hope you like it and thank you for the request! have some wine~

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You were so good for him – it made sense you were his favorite.

The moment you felt his cold fingers graze under your shirt, fingers lightly tugging at the clasps of your bra as a promise of what was to come next, you shuddered from his touch. You leaned back to his body, your hand clutching his that was gripping your thigh.

“Yuta,” you bit your lip to hold back a moan, his expert hands sliding down your inner thighs to brush over your clothed cunt, teasing you to no end. “We-we shouldn’t.”

“And why not?” his husky voice sent shivers down your spine, and you gasped as his fingers tugged your panties away. He’d barely even touched you, yet you were soaking wet for him already. Two of his fingers slipped past your folds easily and you clamped down as he scissored you, finally releasing your bra and easing it off your shoulders. “They won’t know. We’re just studying, remember?”

Your relationship with Yuta was complicated, to say the least. Last month, your homeroom teacher assigned you to tutor him, and your eyes widened because the last person you expected to see was the notorious Okkotsu Yuta who barely attended school, preferring to live life in his own way.

He looked scary then; dark circles hanging heavily under amused eyes, slicked back hair that shone under the sunlight, and a half-sneer as an excuse for a smile.

He terrified you, until he didn’t. Contrary to what people said about him, how he wasn’t good for you, he was going to toy with you, he was someone you needed to stay away from, you never thought that way about Yuta. And he knew this too; he took advantage of your unconditional kindness, basking in your shy, soft touches and stuttering during study sessions whenever he stared at you a little longer than you expected.

You were so fucking cute he just couldn’t keep his hands off of you. He blamed you for it, really. He wouldn’t have been this addicted to the quiet, timid girl who followed rules and apologized way too much than necessary if you weren’t such a good girl for him.

But you were so cute, so curious and innocent that Yuta, being the more responsible and experienced one between the both of you, just had to give in to your pleas. Soon, your shy touches became eager ones, grinding on his thigh with your hands  tugging at his collar while you begged for a kiss. You were so pretty too, always so ready and wanting for him, but oh, everything was different when you begged.

If he thought you were pretty before, it was nothing compared to when you begged.

Innocent eyes gazing up at him under thick lashes, small hands wrapped around the thick base of his cock, your pretty red lips begging to taste him – you were at your prettiest when you were begging for him, and how could he deny you?

It was because you were so good for him that he Yuta wasn’t selfish when it came to pleasing you, his cock hardening when your head fell back on his shoulders, lips open as wantons flooded through your lips. “Shh,” he chuckled with a kiss to your lips, his fingers pumping in and out of you until you were dripping down on his palm, the sopping sounds of your pussy nearly embarrassing. “You don’t want to be loud, baby, your parents will hear you.”

At the possibility of getting caught, your eyes widened, and you slapped your palm over your mouth to hide your sinful moans. Yuta’s eyes darkened as you trembled in his arms, trying so hard to be a good girl and keep your reputation, but the way you grinded down onto his fingers told a different story.

“Y-Yuta,” you cried out, reaching up to capture his lips in a kiss. He swallowed your moans while his other hand gripped your thighs tighter, your ass barely grazing his painful erection. “I need more, please, will you-will you-?”

“What do you want, baby? I can’t give it to you if you don’t tell me.”

Yuta smirked when you whimpered in his hold, your hips pumping up and down as you rode his fingers. It felt good, but it wasn’t enough. You knew he could give you more, and Yuta would gladly do anything for you as long as you said it.

The sight of you cumming all over his fingers, tits perked from under your shirt yet still looking so innocent from your shirt skirt – he could cum in his pants just watching you. But he held it all in, fully aware that you wanted him inside you, though your shyness still remained. Ironic, really, since Yuta had already lost count of the times he had to stuff your panties down your mouth as he dragged you to the nearest empty classroom, making you cum either just on his tongue or cock alone.

He figured he’d have ruined you by now, but you were just so good, such an innocent, pretty little thing that the mere mention of his dick had you flustered.

“Yuta, I can’t – you-you know what I mean,” you palmed him through his pants. Yuta hissed at how you pulled his cock out free from his confines, the warmth of your hand wrapping around his cock, the tip already flushed and red.

He gripped your wrist and pulled you towards him, resting your ass just above his cock. A dark look crossed his face when he saw you inhale sharply as he rubbed his tip all over your lips, your pink panties tugged all the way to the side, the material loosely clinging onto the fat of your flesh. 

“Is this what you want,” he teased, hands placed on a tight grip of your hips as he slowly sank you down his length. He reveled at how you slowly lost yourself, thighs quaking, and it was just only the tip. “Do you deserve it, baby? Have you been a good girl for me that you think you deserve to feel good?”

“Yes, yes, of course!”

Your eyes were focused on the remaining length of his cock that wasn’t buried in you, and you were so needy, so fucking wet and horny that you wiggled your hips, a slight whine echoing from the room when Yuta only tightened his hips on you as a warning. “Don’t move,” he growled lowly, and like the good girl you were, you complied, bottom lip jutted out. “You don’t get to sit on my lap when you don’t beg hard enough for it, baby.”

“But, oh,” you tried to say, your words cut off when Yuta suddenly gripped your ass down all the way down his length in one go, your ass flat on his thighs.  

Both of you groaned at the feeling of him buried deep inside you; you could feel him pulsing inside your heat already. Unsatisfied with your silence, Yuta slapped your ass, forcing you to look at him. 

He was perfectly content with you cockwarming him; he could jack himself off later, but he knew you couldn’t satisfy yourself – not when your needy little cunt always wanted to be stuffed full with his dick.

“My parents are downstairs,” you tried to reason, though your actions betrayed your words as you dug your nails on his shoulders, eyes closed from the pleasure. Yuta gave small, slow thrusts, the movement just enough to scrape at your walls, almost as if to mock you that you could’ve had an orgasm by now if you just complied. “I-if they hear, they’re going to get mad, and they’ll find out that—”

“They’re going to find out what?” he thrusted his hips into yours sharply until your skirt was bunched all over your ass, his hands rough and hungry while he kept you in place. Your moans filled the room, and Yuta gripped one of your legs to press on your sides, thigh-high socks teasing and plumping up the flesh of your legs. “That their sweet, innocent daughter isn’t such a good girl after all? Look at you, walking around in school wearing that. You’re always begging to be fucked, baby.”

You didn’t deny him because his words were true, and soon Yuta had you choking in your own breath. He wanted to make you beg, to go down on your knees just to show him you deserved it, but you clenched down on him so hard that he lost himself too.

Yuta pulled you in for a heated kiss, his strong hands wrapping your legs around his waist before dropping you both down on the bed.

He didn’t bother pulling his shirt off, only jumping out of his slacks before he found home in between your legs. Yuta chuckled at how fucked out you were before him, teeth deep into one of your stuffed toys while he kept fucking into you. 

He fell forward, hands planted beside your head, his dick scraping against the warm walls of your pussy.

You were close; he could feel it. Yuta picked up his pace and started littering lovemarks on your neck, somewhere people could see his markings and to claim you as his good girl.

You were such a good girl for him, letting him pump himself into you in a rough pace until you could no longer hold back your moans. “Yuta, Yuta, god, you-you feel so good, right there, oh,” you were a mess on his cock, drool collecting from your pillow and tongue lolled out. 

He found you so pretty, so gorgeous and so good; screaming his name like that even as your parents called out to ask if you were fine just because you knew he liked it when you said his name while you were stuffed with his cock.

“Come on, baby,” he gripped your waist this time, not slowing down for a moment as his thrusts grew sloppy. Yuta’s dick twitched and pulsed harder inside you when your walls hugged him tightly, sucking him in too deep that he was hitting your most sensitive spots. “You’re close, aren’t you? You want to cum on my cock? Beg for it, come on.”

“Yuta, Yuta, please please please, want to cum on your cock, want you to fill me up,” your back arched when he hit your g-spot, your vision turning white for a moment. “Fuck, fuck, Yuta, fuck me good – please, I want you, there, please!”

His dick only further hardened upon hearing such dirty words fall from your pretty lips. You were begging so good for him, following his orders and making him feel good with your pretty pussy – how could he deny you? People said all bad things about him, how he wasn’t good for you, he was going to toy with you, he was someone you needed to stay away from, but that wasn’t true. 

He kept fucking into you until you were creaming onto his cock, his name falling like a prayer on your wet mouth, losing all your sanity and comprehension when he spills inside you, your cum dripping down your ass.

Yuta chuckled before leaning down to kiss his pretty girl, so good for him, but what they didn’t know was that the bad boy was just as good for you, and he never failed to make you feel good.

They called him a bad boy, labeled him all sorts of things, warned you so much of the dangers he brought. 

Everyone was just simply unaware how he good he was for you.

PLEASE BE CAREFUL FOR ANYONE WHO USES “BLUEBUFFALO” FOR THEIR DOGS!!

❀ 20 TIMES IN 10 YEARS | TOKYO REVENGERS

— shinichiro’s love for her doesn’t change, even throughout the years

; w i t h sano shinichiro ( + sano siblings, black dragons)

; w a r n i n g female reader, second pov (you/your), cursing, fluff, pining, hurt no comfort, angst, canonical character death, au - canon divergence, imagine

; a / n eventual angst at the end because of course. maybe i’ll write a full fanfiction to expound this, maybe i won’t. also, i’ll try to remember to write sister, sister in izana’s pov soon

; l i n k s inspired by this

The first time he confessed to you, he was barely fourteen years old and running a rising gang named Black Dragons. Everyone who had heard of his name had all thought that he was some tall, broad, male with a lean body who can defeat anyone that dares to defy him.

Your first thought of Sano Shinichiro was that he’s a dork.

Keep reading

I dare you.

Pairing: Baji Keisuke.

Warnings: Y/N being a fearless bitch, cursing, angst, read it after the Valhalla arc to not get spoiled pls.

A/N: this is a thought that I got after watching the anime version of Baji beating Chifuyu's ass and in here there's no such thing as casualties in the Valhalla arc.

Listen, but what if Y/N was brought up to the Valhalla hideout with Takemichi when Baji was whooping Chifuyu? I—

She is a friend of all the founders and the person Baji is in love with. All his friends know this. Actually, the only reason she’s not labeled as one of the founders is that Baji has a strict rule that she can’t be active in any gang activity.

After looking for Takemichi, Kazutora goes to another school for her and it goes like this.

“Uh, Miya? What are you doing here? Takemitchy?” She says, she knows the guy because you go to all the meetings with Emma.

“Let’s go see Baji,” Kazutora says with a fake smile and she frowns.

“I don’t want to see that asshole,”

“But you don’t want him to beat Chifuyu past recovery either, right?” She gasps, already knowing in what situation her friend Matsuno could be.

Now listen, Kazutora knows she’s a hard no in anything gang-related, Baji goes past feral when it comes to her and because of that not even Mikey disrespects his wishes. But, we know that at the time Kazutora didn’t have the healthiest thoughts.

So when they arrive at the hideout she is faced with Baji straddling Chifuyu and repeatedly punching his face. Takemichi starts to blabber nonsense on why Baji would do this, but she can’t understand them. She’s seeing red.

“You motherfucker,” She says while walking to him.

He stops mid-way to Chifuyu’s face and lookups surprise just to be surprised by a loud slap. He spits blood to the side.

“Who is this bitch?! Somebody grab—” Hanma says laughing, entertained with the drama.

“Nobody touches her,” Baji says, his voice deep.

“Are you out of your fucking mind, you crazy fucking psychopath?” She says to Baji and pushes him out of Chifuyu’s body.

He stands up and walks to her but it’s meet with another slap. He just stands there, with his face down and to the side. He knows he has to do this for his friends, but to see the disappointment and hurt in the eyes of the girl he swore to never hurt was killing him.

“I don’t give a fuck if you want to left us, if you want to be our enemy now, be my fucking guest Keisuke! But you’re not going to fucking touch Chifuyu like that with your fucking dirty hands!” She pushes him and he takes a step back.

“Baji, you got to finish your shit!” Hanma says with a laugh, wanting to see how this would end.

Baji turns around and walks to Chifuyu but she gets in front of him, taking his cheeks in her right hand and making him look at her.

“Touch him, go on, I fucking dare you to put one more finger on him, Baji” He closes his eyes, disgusted with the way she’s saying his name, not Keisuke, not Kei, not baby boy, Baji.

“Can somebody take that bitch out of the way already? She’s from Toman!” Someone says and Baji tenses when he senses people getting close to her.

Just in time, like he taught her all those years ago, she throws a punch to her left, landing in the face of the guy that was about to touch her, putting him to sleep in no time.

“I’m from Toman, no? Go ahead and punch me, you stupid fuck,” She says pushing him. “Let’s see the enemy of Toman in action again”

“If someone dares to put a single finger on her I’m going to forget everything about Toman and Valhalla and just kill you all motherfuckers,” It’s all he says, glaring at the guy on the floor.

“Takemitchy, please help me take Fuyu out,” She says, waiting for Takemichi to help her.

He tries to grab her hand but she yanked it off with disgust. He feels the third sunk in his chest, but he knows he deserves it.

“You’re not allowed to touch me anymore, Baji,” She says without even looking at him.

And he stays on alert just in case one of the guys there wants to get in her way again.

After that day he didn’t know more about her. If he sees her in the streets she doesn’t even cross to the other side to not see him, no, she walks past him like he’s not there.

She even stopped going to his house and he didn’t know how to tell his mom that he broke the heart of the girl he loves.

On the day of the fight, he got into the hospital because of a stab. And he thought she didn’t was going to see him.

Till she enters the room, his face lights up but he doesn’t know how to approach her.

“Here is your yakisoba, Chifuyu told me you were craving some,” She says, quietly putting everything in front of him. “I fed your cats yesterday and left enough food for today”

“Y/N—”

“No, Baji,”

“Y/N, please,”

“I said no, I’m not ready,” She says and he feels more pain in his heart than in the wound on his lower back. “I understand where you were coming from but that was not the way, you know damn right you could trust us with your life”

He didn’t say anything.

“One week,” He says when she starts to get ready to go out, she looks at him. “I’m going to give you one week and then I’ll go to your room”

She rolls her eyes and leaves the room.

One week passed and just like he said, he was entering her bedroom in the night. He didn’t go through the window, he went in through the front door with his own spare key, that’s how much trust her parents have in him.

She’s sitting in the chair of her desk.

“Get out,”

“I told you I would give you a week,” Baji says, taking his hoodie and long pants off, leaving him in some basketball pants and a worn-out shirt he always use to hang with her.

“Baji, I don’t—”

“For how long you’re gonna keep calling me that, uh?” He says, trying to control his emotions.

“For as long as I fucking want,”

He sighs. She’s in the right to be mad at him, even though he loves her since they were kids, even though she is the girl he dreams to marry and have a family, if after this she doesn’t want to see him anymore he would have to understand.

“I-I thought I could protect you guys,” He murmurs. “I love those guys with everything I got, I know the way I acted is fucked up, I know Chifuyu got my back right away, that you would got my back without questions but, how? How I’m gonna put him or you in the line of danger after telling you I was going to be your protector forever?”

Quietly she stands and walks to him, automatically he moves under the blankets and holds them open for her to do the same.

“Chifuyu forgave me even though I didn’t apologize properly, Mikey too, b-but you… I know, I know you are in the right to hate me and it’s more than okay if you decide to stop being my friend,” He says sadly, she is hugging her knees and resting her face on top of it. “But I’m not gonna lie and say it doesn’t hurt me more than anything,”

“I love you, I truly, genuinely love you,” Her eyes widened at the confession but he can’t find in him the will to stop now. “I made the rule of you not being active in the gang even if you were a founder because I wanted to protect you, I promised mom that once I passed this grade I’ll ask you out so you wouldn’t be with a loser, I…”

“Baji,” She whispers but he isn’t hearing.

“I want to still be the guy you run to when you have a problem, I wanted to present myself to your parents as your boyfriend and I fucked up everything with my childish thinking,” He sobs, but he isn’t exactly crying, he’s just having a war of emotions in his body. “I learned that day that I’ll always have my gang, they would die for me as much as I was prepared to die for them…”

“Baji,”

“Please, take more time if you need to forgive me but don’t take away from me your love, it’s—”

“Kei, baby boy,” She says and this time he actually listens to her, looking at her with wide eyes.

“Yes, yes, that’s me,” His hands tingle with how much he wants to touch her but she told him that day he was not allowed.

“You swore you were never going to break my heart—”

“I learned my lesson, I swear, that’s not gonna happen again,” He says agitated, she smiles sadly. “Please, don’t give me that sad smile, princess”

“I thought I lost you…” She whispers and her voice cracks.

“Can I touch you? Let me touch you,” He says desperate and when she nods he pulls her to his chest, caressing her arm softly. “You would never lose me”

“Yes?”

“Yes baby, I promise”

“Then you can be my boyfriend,” He actually flinches from the emotion but doesn’t let her stand up to check on him.

“I’ll be your protector, your boyfriend, everything you need me to be,” He whispers and kisses her head.

He never jumped into serious problems like that after that.

@saturnmitsuya @milliumizoomi @melaninnntae @dai-tsukki-desu @haitanigigi @yunho-leeknow @keimisan @welkinmoongrab

How to be More Inclusive in Your Reader-Inserts

I finally made something for fanfiction writers to use as reference on things to avoid when writing. if you are making a reader-insert story, be sure as most people as possible can see themselves fufilling the role you want them to in your story. 

I became a POC fanfiction writer after years of feeling excluded in reader-insert fanfiction. It’s important as a job as a writer to know your audience—some of which may not always fit in your “view”.

Please take the time to read this to help better yourself in the future. I know I didn’t hit every issue, but I’m willing to update it in the future. 

I apologize if this isn’t the prettiest thing, but it was important for me to create.