College was supposed to be simple for Y/N: stay at the top of her class, mind her business, and spend late nights studying with her best friend Satoru-the quiet, brilliant, painfully obvious nerd with a crush he's terrible at hiding. Enter Gojo-Satoru's twin brother. Loud. Popular. A jock with zero filter and way too much confidence. The two clash constantly, and Y/N only tolerates him because he shares a dorm room with Satoru... a dorm room she practically lives in. Gojo thinks Satoru's feelings for Y/N are hilarious. Satoru hates that. Y/N hates Gojo even more. Everything changes the night they agree to go to a party. Drinks are poured. Boundaries blur. Satoru disappears into the crowd. And somehow, Y/N ends up dragged into a party game she never agreed to play. Spin the bottle. Seven minutes in heaven. When the bottle lands on her and Gojo, things spiral fast-especially when they open the closet door and find Satoru already inside, flustered and trapped in the dark. Now the door is shut. The space is tight. The air is heavy. Old tensions, unspoken feelings, and truths that refuse to stay hidden collide as Y/N finds herself stuck between two versions of the same man-one she trusts, one she can't stand... and neither as unaffected as they pretend. (ART BY paanwny ON TIKTOK)

NOT PROOFREAD YET !! 𝑿𝒂𝒊'𝒍𝒆𝒂 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗲𝘁-𝗵𝗶𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗻𝗼𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗲｡ 𝗦𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝘀𝗸 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝗻｡ 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝘂𝗽 𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝗽𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲｡ 𝗦𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿｡ 𝗦𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘀｡ 𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒚 '𝑪𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰'𝒎 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗲 𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗽 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆... 𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗲 𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆｡ 𝗘𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘀𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗶𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻｡

"Please..please touch me Naomi." He murmured those words, peering up at me through his lashes and expressing a look coated in lust and pleading. It's almost scary how he could go from possessive and intimidating one moment, to submissive and needy in the next. "Naomi...please. I'm so hot. I need you." He begged me, with no shame at all. The jealous and brooding Alpha King from earlier was slumped on his fancy bathroom floor...begging me to touch him. ---------- In which thousands of people disappear on one night every century. Why? Simple. Every lycan needs a mate. (This story has mature themes. Please read at your own risk)

「 akaashi x reader text fic! 」 ❝you're hard to read.❞ ❝well, this is a text message.❞ + crackhead book with a semi-slowburn + sexual innuendoes (kinda slow updates atm but working on it :) (hi guys it's me 2024 this is still on going i have just been away i apologize please forgive me) ☆ﾟhaikyuu belongs to furudate-sama. ☆ﾟ media used here doesn't belongs to me, it belongs to its rightful owner/s. i only own here is the right of this © All Rights Reserved

❝ always am, baby.❞ ⤷ ❝ 𝗜'𝗠 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗕𝗔𝗕𝗬.❞ ➤ ❝ right, you're 𝙊𝙎𝘼𝙈𝙐𝙎 baby.❞ ••• ••• ••• ••• ••• ••• ••• ••• ••• ••• ••• ••• ••• ••• ••• ••• ••• ••• ••• ••• ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Street Racing Au ⤷ Pairing: Miya Osamu/ Female Reader ⤷ Rating: 14+ ⤷𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: Illegal substances & Weaponry. ••• ••• ••• ••• ••• ••• ••• ••• ••• ••• ••• ••• ••• ••• ••• ••• ••• ••• ••• ••• Girlfriend of well-known Sakusa Kiyoomi, and leader of the new-to-the-scene 𝗠𝗜𝗗𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗦, nothing seems to go well after a drift race event. You're in the middle of it. A sad romance of a love that should've never came to be.