glitxrr

hello! i'm glitxrr and i go by any/all!

i will write for harry potter, spiderverse, percy jackson, criminal minds, death note, my hero academia, haikyuu, and jujutsu kaisen!

i will not write incest, noncon, hatsune miku x godzilla, or excessive gore. i hope you enjoy!

thank you, i was really nervous about this because i do still have pale skin 😓😓

many different races can tan though...

it's not impossible for a poc to tan, and most of the time they tan faster and better than white people.

i don't mean to come off as racist or harsh, i'm genuinely just confused because i'm asian and i tan with many other races and it's more than possible and common.

katsuki bakugo, who loves when you walk out to the pool area in your bathing suit and a shirt of his that hangs off your shoulder and goes down to your mid-thigh.

katsuki bakugo, who hates shopping but loves watching you model the new bathing suits, even adding extra ones to your cart when your not looking just because.

katsuki bakugo, who doesn't think you look better than when you're laying on your back, sunglasses on your face, slightly sweaty and sweet smelling from your tanning oil.

katsuki bakugo, who gets upset every time you two have friends over because kirishima and denki make fun of him for ogling you consistently.

katsuki bakugo, who hires a gardener to plant vines to cover his fence, effectively blocking off any view people could get from outside the fence line.

katsuki bakugo, who will grumble before handing you his card for your online order, secretly happy you're using his money for the clothes he's just going to tear off you.

katsuki bakugo, who gets jealous when he sees someone eyeing you a little too much.

katsuki bakugokatsuki bakugo, who doesn't care if it's his or your friend, neighbor, or a stranger. if he's jealous he's spinning you to face him and pulling you into a deep kiss infront of whoever makes him jealous.

katsuki bakugo, who practically pounces on you the second you two close the front door to your guys' house.

katsuki bakugo, who bridal style carries you to the bedroom, gently laying you down before crawling on top of you and pulling you into a deep kiss as he feels every inch of your skin.

katsuki bakugo, who plays with you for hours, ignoring the increasingly harder boner he has to finger you for hours, murmuring "who's the only one who can make you feel like this?" while marking your neck.

katsuki bakugo, who only thinks about sinking his cock deep inside of you once you've cum enough times to make you jolt at a feathery touch.

katsuki bakugo, who empties load and load inside of you until you're only able to moan incoherent words and his name by the end.

katsuki bakugo, who's surprisingly good at aftercare, always cleaning you off nicely and bringing you water and prepping ice packs in the freezer.

katsuki bakugo, who ends the night holding you close and running your hair inbetween his fingers, kissing the top of your head before letting himself drift off.

husband!nanami, who goes out of his way to replace your products when you run low. you could have 3 more uses of your shampoo, but he'll replace it along with five other products you're running low on when he goes to the store specifically for it on friday.

"ken, what happened to my conditioner?"

"you ran out so i bought you more, it's under the sink."

husband!nanami, who has photos of your exact shades for everything in your makeup bag for when he takes his weekly trip to sephora.

"ken, did you replace my lip liner?"

"yes, it was empty."

"how'd you know what shade i get?"

cue him showing you the photo on his phone, and you can see the several other photos around it of your other products.

husband!nanami, who keeps a vase of flowers in the center of your dining table, replacing them the second they look like they might wilt.

husband!nanami, who doesn't just give you a bouquet from the store, no. he buys several small bouquets of small flowers, cuts the stems at a 45° angle, picks off the thorns and leaves, and arranges the most gorgeous bouquets that deserve its own pinterest account.

"ken, did you get new flowers?"

"yes, the last ones were about to wilt."

they actually weren't about to wilt, he just wanted to see your eyes light up the way they do at every new bouquet.

husband!nanami, who can tell your exact emotions by a glance at your face or the tone of your texts. he always knows exactly what you need to feel better.

"is your shoulder hurting again? would you like me to massage it?"

"yes, thank you ken."

husband!nanami, who welcomes you home with a warm bath, candles, and a nice ambiance in the bathroom while he cooks dinner on those days that didn't go well for you.

"did you light my candle?"

"yes, it's in the bathroom by the bath. i also bought more of those salts you like."

husband!nanami, who will never discourage you for wanting to redecorate or redo a room in your guys' house. it's your house too, why stop you?

"i kind of want to re-design the front room. i don't like the color."

"we still have that wood from the dining room, would you like me to get it out for you?"

husband!nanami, who doesn't touch said room you're redoing until you're done unless you ask. he loves taking care of you, but he also knows that you're grown and sometimes you want to do things for yourself.

"here's the nails you needed, love. anything else?"

"will you hold the wood up while i drill?"

"anything for you."

husband!nanami, who shows off the rooms you redid to anyone who comes over.

"wow, you're house is beautiful, nanami."

"thank you. my wife actually redid this whole front room herself."

husband!nanami, who you will NEVER catch complaining about cooking or cleaning the house. even if you stay at home, it doesn't matter to him. we all have those days we don't want to cook or clean, and he's always willing to step in if you need.

"will you switch the laundry over, ken? i want to take a nap."

"of course, darling. do you want me to start on dinner?"

husband!nanami, who asks where you want to go, but never has to ask what you want because he has all of your orders memorized. he also memorized what dishes you don't like from every place.

"ooo, their crab rolls look so good."

"you said their crab tasted funky the last time, but you liked their tuna rolls."

husband!nanami, who knows what shows and movies are your go-to's, which ones you dislike, and even which ones you showed a slight interest in.

"ughhhh i don't know what movie to watch."

"you looked interested in that one with the monkey on the cover, want me to put it on?"

husband!nanami, who loves when you pack him lunches for work. he sends photos of the lunch when he opens it for the first time and when he finishes it, texting an extra little paragraph about how much he loved it.

so i had an idea to write the opposite of character! x reader who's trying SO hard to help and is just running around the house trying to prevent the kids from bothering you but i don't know what character to write it for...

he absolutely thinks you're the cutest thing on this planet earth. the way you get excited at any animal or plant you see. half of his camera roll is candid photos of you petting stray cats and dogs.

then one day he brings you to a party and you just go missing for an hour??

he goes searching room to room until he opens a door to see you playing with two cats in a room littered with cat toys.

gojo can't even be mad anymore, you're so adorable just sitting there playing with these kittens with stars in your eyes.

it has him looking up cat adoption agencies on his laptop after you fell asleep on his bed.

then geto finds gojo's searching a few days later when he opens the laptop and will not let gojo live it down.

"how are you supposed to take care of a cat when you live off of liquor and fast food?"

"shut the fuck up, suguru."

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satoru gojo, who's crazy rich, so much so that he never has to worry about working an actual job in his life.

satoru gojo, who refuses to let you buy your own anything the second you two start dating.

satoru gojo, who takes you to the mall when he thinks you're running low on clothes (you've never had more clothes in your life.)

satoru gojo, who pouts when you tell him just because you glance at something doesn't mean you want or need it.

satoru gojo, who doesn't listen and buys you anything you look at for longer than two seconds.

satoru gojo, who has no issue swiping his money away. to be fair, it doesn't even begin to dent the amount in the account.

satoru gojo, who brings a second person to carry your bags because he genuinely freaks if you carry something other than your coffee in front of him.

satoru gojo, who packs the bags carefully into the trunk of the car before joining you in the back, because of course he has a driver.

satoru gojo, who pulls you inside excitedly the second you two arrive home insisting on a "fashion show" despite how he watched you try them all on while in the store.

satoru gojo, who watches from the edge of the bed as you walk out of the bathroom in each new outfit.

satoru gojo, who's smile turns into a deep smirk when you walk out in lingerie that matches his eyes, and that he definetly would have remembered if you showed him.

satoru gojo, who pulls you between his legs by your hips, rubbing slow circles while kissing your neck softly.

satoru gojo, who pulls your lips to his while pulling you on top of him, his back against the headboard and his hands on your waist, grinding your damp lingerie over his tight pants.

satoru gojo, who thinks he's in heaven right now, feeling practically intoxicated over some grinding and his tongue exploring your mouth.

satoru gojo, who dips lower and lower on the bed until your lace-covered pussy is right above his face, and he licks and sucks through the thin fabric until your legs are shaking.

satoru gojo, who refuses to take off your new set, flipping you over and pulling the fabric to the side as he dips one, then two fingers into your hole.

satoru gojo, who feels like he's listening to the most beautiful symphony, but it's just the sounds of your moans and the way your pussy shluups every time he pulls his fingers in and out.

satoru gojo, who makes you cum three times before even thinking of pulling his dick out. he needs to know you feel good before he can start to feel pleasure himself.

satoru gojo, who finally centers his tip above your entrance after another orgasm, lacing his fingers in yours as he slowly pushes in, hissing at the tightness that doesn't seem to go away no matter how many times he fucks you.

satoru gojo, who's balls deep in you after the first slow thrust, kissing your face until your face turns into one of pure pleasure. he doesn't want to see a hint of pain or discomfort.

satoru gojo, who starts astonishingly slow. taking his time with each thrust, murmuring praises in your ear while he holds your hands in his.

satoru gojo, who loses composure the closer you get to cumming. the tightness driving him so wild he can't think about anything other than pounding into you, hard.

satoru gojo, who cums at the same time as you, filling you with the warm white ropes.

satoru gojo, who pulls out and drops down to be face first with your pussy again, lapping at the juices produced by both you and him.

satoru gojo, who won't let you rest until the sun's way past starting to rise.

satoru gojo, who's the strongest, even in bed. and he makes that very well known to you.

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a/n: okay so i've kind of?? started to get back into the groove of writing. it's mostly just been small blurbs like this, and i've been completely unmotivated to write full fics despite the wild growth in writing skills i know i've gained.

mostly it's because i'm genuinely straight out of ideas. my requests are open if you ever want to send me anything, or if you have any tips on how to get ideas please let me know either by comment or dm.

katsuki bakugo, who loves walking into his backyard and seeing you laying on your stomach on the lawn chair by the pool.

katsuki bakugo, who loves when he steps closer and notices the new bikini that you modeled for him the other day adorning your body.

katsuki bakugo, who stands behind you and grabs your ass, hard. kneading it with his large hands that practically cover your cheeks with ease.

katsuki bakugo, who smirks when you open your legs for him, murmuring how you're his "good little slut" as he massages all the way to the damp spot in the middle of your suit bottoms.

katsuki bakugo, who moves your bottoms to the side to draw figure eights between your folds, catching your clit and biting down on your neck whenever you let out your pretty little gasps and moans.

katsuki bakugo, who pushes a finger in slowly, enjoying how your back arches and gives him access to pull your tits out of your top, pinching and rolling your nipple.

katsuki bakugo, who adds another finger, pumping in and out until you're moaning out how you're about to cum.

katsuki bakugo, who last minute pulls his fingers out, making you whine.

katsuki bakugo, who fixes your bikini with his fingers in your mouth, giving your clit an extra pat and telling you to meet him inside.

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summary: taking the "bro's the type" trend on tiktok and turning them into oneshots.

word count: 0.8k

warnings: use of y/n, fighting, mentions of addiction, smoking, cursing, alcohol, lowkey toxic! reader and draco

a/n: used tiktok user @ just_keepswimming_'s video for inspo!

it was your filthy little habit, and draco malfoy has hated it since well before you two got together, which was eight months ago.

you started in fourth year. theodore passed you a cigarette during a party and you hadn't stopped since. with the rising academic anxiety that comes with school, smoking was the only thing that calmed the way your heart would race uncontrollably or the thoughts that flew through your head at a mile a minute.

at the start of sixth year and the start of draco and your relationship, you had mostly quit. every so often you would pick one up when things got too hard. like when you failed that charms quiz two months ago, or when you fucked up that potion last week.

and right now, when you feel the buzz of one too many firewhisky's.

you're hidden in the alcove behind the tapestry of the serpent. you're stood across from theodore, sharing a cigarette you told yourself and your boyfriend you wouldn't touch.

but you did. you felt the need for one, and fuck it. you're your own person. you have free will, why not use it on a cigarette just this one time? also, why would you waste the cigarette theo so graciously gave you?

"draco doesn't have to know" you told yourself in your mind. you finish exhaling the last plume of smoke into the air before stubbing out the butt on the stone wall behind you.

you take a deep breath before stepping back out into the crowd, and you're immediately feeling better. the bass under your feet suddenly doesn't feel as strong as it did before and the nerves that kept running through despite the liquor had vanished. the smell of the liquor no longer makes you queasy, though it's probably due to the new faint smell of the cigarette sticking to your shirt.

but not even a minute after you rejoined the dim room you're being pulled back into the hidden alcove you had just stepped out of.

the pale hand wrapped tight around your wrist is all you need to see before your eyes widen. the way his fingers squeeze tighter around your wrist, the way he lets go as if your wrist burned to touch.

you look up, not enough to make eye contact but enough to see his face. though you wouldn't have made eye contact. he's looking around, his brows furrowed and his nose turned up as if he's smelt something disgusting, which you suppose he has.

"what the hell, y/n?" draco snarls. he finally looks down at you. you don't meet his gaze, you know that you'll only be met with grey eyes filled with anger and disappointment.

the guilt and dissapointment in yourself vanishes at his tone. you're not sure why, but suddenly you're overflowing with frustration. it's your life, why the fuck is he so upset?

"what?" you spit back.

"i thought you were done with that shit." he gestures to your body, the whole room, the bitter smell lingering on your clothes and the faint smoke you can still see around the room.

you know you're in the wrong you just don't want to admit it. so you raise your voice.

"it was one cigarette! theo offered and i thought why the fuck not!"

he raises his eyebrows in the annoying way you know all too well. he breaks eye contact and cocks his head to the left slightly and producing a small 'tsk' with his mouth.

he takes a step away from you. his tongue running over his teeth as he runs his hand through his hair, efficiently messing it up from its normal gelled perfection.

"you said you were done with this, y/n." he sighed out as he throws his arm up to gesture at you. "you said you were done two months ago, then last week. here you are again, doing the same bullshit as before."

his words hit like bullets to your already guilt-ridden heart. you'd take a step back if you weren't already pressed up against the cold stone wall behind you. his features are still coated in his annoyed look, the one that's just making you feel worse as the seconds pass by.

"i'm sorry i can't be perfect like you, draco!" you snap back, trying to salvage whatever control you could get over the situation

"perfect? really?" he scoffs and steps forward again, pressing you back into the wall. "i'm perfect for not trying to kill myself before i'm thirty?"

"let me kill myself then, draco! it's not your fucking life!" you push him away from you softly. not enough to hurt him or do any real damage, but enough to give yourself space again. to not feel more suffocated against the wall.

"so i'm supposed to stand here and watch as my girlfriend kills herself?"

in a wave of pettiness or frustration, draco takes another step back away from you.

"for salazar's sake, you're so fucking obsessed with what i do. it's fucking pathetic." you don't even mean the words coming out of your mouth. the guilt is eating you alive, churning your stomach and making your chest ache.

draco takes a step forward, pulling himself closer and lowering his voice so he can just barely be heard over the music. "say that again."

"you. are. fucking. pathetic." you whisper back, glaring up at him.

he takes a deep breath, running his tongue over his teeth again, but this time you can't help your eyes from drifting down to his lips.

maybe it's the liquor running through both your bodies, maybe it's the mutual frustration from both of you, you don't know. but before you can blink, draco has you pinned against the wall, crashing his lips against yours in a heated and angry open-mouthed kiss.

you kiss him back, and your tongues battle for dominance as your back immediately cools from the cold stone you've been roughly pushed against.

draco wins the war and pulls away with that look that makes you weak in the knees every time. his blonde hair has strayed from its normal perfection, now messily stuck to his forehead and sticking out in random places. both your mouths are open as you both try to catch your breaths.

"go brush your teeth, i hate the taste of cigarettes."

and you do exactly that, brushing your teeth quickly before meeting him in his dorm and immediately getting pressed against the large wood door in another heated kiss.

"that's better."

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