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ive head this nagging thought in the back of my head that satoru has some kinda random spot on his body that’ll make him instantly pop a bone. I DONT KNOW JUST WORK WITH ME HERE PLS 🙏 i love your works btw 😘

✧ sweet spot, ft. satoru gojo

✧ tags: mostly fluff, whiny satoru, ‘baby’ as a nickname, mostly fluff, dry humping, overstim?

✧ an: this idea is now living in my head and not paying rent, thanks a lot anon :/

satoru usually just does his own hair care, and he’s very meticulous about it. he wants everything to be clean and pristine—not that you weren’t capable of doing that for him, he’s just very, very dramatic. he didn’t even know this spot was sensitive until… literally now.

he’s standing in the bathroom as you brush your teeth, absentmindedly rubbing his hand over his growing undercut. he figured it was time for him to cut it anyway, but his arms were very sore from some training he’d done with the kids yesterday.

“babe.”

“y’esh?” he chuckled at your mouthful of the minty paste, and just waited for you to finish brushing. when you finally did, you turned to face him as he brushed his thumb over the white pooling on the corner of your mouth.

“can you cut my hair today? ‘arms are so sore.” satoru whined, his finger still tracing your lip lazily.

“have you washed it? i don’t need your lice transferring to me—ouch! okay, okay, plug in the clippers!” you giggled as he pinched your lip. the clippers rested on his side of the sink, and he plugged them in wordlessly. you stood behind him, lightly brushing the area with the small brush you know is the most comfortable for him. satoru sighs lightly as you do this, and his shoulders relax.

he didn’t know exactly what it was, but your hands felt different than his. you made him so sensitive usually anyway, but this was weird. his cheeks were heating, and everything was tingling, not just his neck.

and then you did it.

the clippers worked in upward strokes as you trimmed the hair down, and suddenly your thumb brushed over some magical pressure point of his. satoru felt pleasure shoot down his spine like he never had before, and a almost girly squeak slipped out before he could stop it. your eyes go wide and you remove the clippers from his neck. satoru is deathly still, and you watched color bloom over his cheeks in the mirror.

“…you okay sato’?” the nickname drips off your tongue like honey—so effortless, so intimate, and he hates that you decided to use it right now. he can’t take it. you’ve never called him that, and he can hear the amused tilt in your voice.

satoru gulps, because he doesn’t know what to say. how does he say that he wants you to keep going, to keep brushing over that exact spot so he can pinpoint exactly what that feeling was just now? he’s never felt anything like that when he cut his own hair…

he settles on a weak little “i’m fine, baby,” because frankly? he doesn’t trust himself to say any other words right now.

you give him a little smile in the mirror before your hands start working again, and you finally start getting somewhere with actually cutting his damn hair. he doesn’t feel anything out of the ordinary happen anymore, and now he’s finally cleanly shaven again like he likes. you did an exceptional job, and satoru peppers you with kisses as a reward.

he mostly stops thinking about it after this.

yeah, maybe the thought lingers in the back of his head for a few hours after, and maybe he stands in the bathroom rubbing his thumb over the back of his neck for a little longer than considered normal, but it was fine.

except for when you call him down to finish watching the movie you’d started earlier, and he’s laying on your chest as you run your fingers through his hair. satoru isn’t even paying attention to what your hand is doing as he yaps about the plot of the film, and you listen.

“he’s a piece of shit! i mean, he stayed with his side piece on the plane, and made his wife drive in the snow? fuck mike ‘till it’s backwards.” satoru spits, his attention fully focused on the movie’s plot.

unlike you, who’s mind was still in the bathroom, cutting satoru’s hair.

you haven’t stopped thinking about the little noise he’d made as you’d accidentally pressed your finger over the nape of his neck, right where the hair started. he sounded so weak—so vulnerable, and you decided right then that you needed to hear much more of that.

your mind was now solely focused on one thing, and your hand was moving just as it was in the bathroom. you twirled your fingers around strands, until finally threading your fingers through his hair and giving a small tug. this tore a stuttered breath out of satoru, and you smiled. he’d gone a little more rigid against you, and his commentary had stopped as you payed so much attention to him. he was losing focus of the movie, too.

“b-babe,”

“hmm?” you hummed back, fingers now traveling from his hair to his lower neck, tracing small circles there. you knew what you were looking for, but why not tease a little first?

satoru couldn’t answer you if he tried—every word in his throat dies as you press down onto that spot once more, and he’s slamming his hand on-top of yours to make sure you don’t move it. he isn’t sure why he does that exactly, but why does it matter? why does anything matter when you’re touching him like this?

he can’t do this, just one press on his spot has his dick rising and stiff against your thigh, and even you can hardly believe it.

“sato.” you grip his hair to pull him off your chest, just enough to look at you. he whines from the mixture of the nickname and the sting of his scalp.

“b-baby, please.” satoru breathes. you know what he’s asking for, and you figured you’d done enough teasing for a while. you grin, rubbing your thumb back and forth over the pressure point back and forth, up and down, and you wouldn’t be surprised if he came just from this based on the sounds he was making. he hovers you, his arms barely holding his body up, and he’s heaving into your neck.

“breathe, satoru.”

“mmph—i will! i will, just please don’t stop,” satoru whines, his hips grinding down against your thigh. sure, this whole thing is embarrassing as hell, but he couldn’t help the cheeky grin that stretched across his face as you indulged him. as you ran your acrylics over the sensitive part of him, he dropped his head back into your shoulders, and his own started to shake violently.

he was laughing.

you were shocked by this, but you didn’t dare stop. at some point, you couldn’t help but snort a little as he grasped onto you. it was cute—the way his giggles melted into moans, the way he couldn’t control himself or his emotions in the moment. there were no coherent thoughts forming in his head except for fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.

and you loved it that way.

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bambam1sa · 1 year

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Oooo this book is gonna be so good

『 002 | training corps : mikasa 』

[snk series]

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↳ ❝ [summary] ¡! ❞

after making your first friend in armin arlert , you find yourself drawn to the enigmatic mikasa ackermann—though it appears she doesn’t like you all that much

↳ ❝ [content] ¡! ❞

black fem! reader ; first person p.o.v ; jealous / tsundere ( ? ) mikasa ; eren and armin x reader content ; training / sparring ; language ; sasha , ymir & christa ( and connie ig ) x reader content ; awkward interactions ; anxiety attack / blood

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now playing:

[reluctant heroes]-[hiroyuki sawano]

0:00 ❍─────── 3:18

↻ ⊲ Ⅱ ⊳ ↺

✧;── 002 ──;✧

I DIDN’T WANT TO GET MY HOPES UP AT THE TIME—BUT I SUSPECTED THAT THOSE TWO WERE MY FRIENDS.

armin arlert and eren jaeger.

i’d only known them for a short while but i felt close to them ; maybe it was the way armin shared his dreams and aspirations with me.

it was the night we met , after he’d stumbled out of the mess hall , wishing me a happy birthday.

“[y/n] , right? i knew it was you”

my throat dried up and the grip on the tray tightened , “yeah , it’s me—i thought you didn’t . . .remember me”

he fidgets with his hands behind his back , a small chuckle pulling at his lips ,“i did! i just—i was just worried you wouldn’t recognize me”

“—but i wanted to thank you again for saving me” i mumbled ‘you’re welcome’ , and armin raced to fill the impending silence , “i’m sorry i was eavesdropping just now”

“no , that’s okay.”

we stood there , staring at each other until the end-of-supper bell rang.

i discarded the remains of the “food” and walked away , relieved that the interaction was over.

all that tension crept back into my muscles when i realized we were headed in the same direction.

i drew in a long , exasperated breath.

i should say something.

i then turned to armin with an equally exasperated expression , “so—which regiment are you going into after graduation?”

“the scouting regiment”

some of the tension rolled off my shoulders , and i stared at armin wide-eyed ,“me too. . .!” “. . .it’s just that—i want to help.”

“me too” armin’s smile deepened , “well , i suppose some of it is me wanting to go outside”

“it’s always been my dream to see what’s out there—i know it’s st—“ “—it’s good to have dreams.”

he looked startled by my sudden interruption , ears dusted pink , “. . .thanks.”

“hey , armin!” it was one of armin’s closest friends.

the boy ; the tall one with pretty eyes.

he stopped approaching when he noticed me , “lights out soon.” he turned to armin , who nodded his head , “right , sorry.”

armin’s friend glanced at me , and i waved at him.

he stays silent , squinting his eyes at me ,“hey , aren’t you that nosebleed gi—“ armin nudged him in the ribs , “—right.”

“i’m eren jaeger.”

“[y/n] [l/n].”

it was completely silent after that.

exhausted , i kept walking toward the girls’ dorms , “i’m gonna turn in for now. goodnight , you two” i threw a wave over my shoulder.

“[y/n]!” armin called after me , and i turned back to him , “you can call me armin , if you want” a bashful smile was playing on his lips.

i smiled back ,“i will.”

we’d been attached at the hip ever since.

armin was so sweet and attentive ; he always wanted to ask me about myself—though i preferred to listen to him.

armin is a genius—he taught me something new every day , and he excelled in any written exam or class.

the way he spoke about his dreams was enthralling ; the way he’d look at me starry-eyed , and would speak until he was out of breath.

and eren—despite his belligerent exterior , i found him to be delightfully boyish , in a way—in a lot of ways.

the way he’d giggle and punch my arm when we took turns trading friendly jabs at one another.

the way he’d get so competitive—and most times about the most insignificant things ; once demanding a rematch for an eating contest i didn’t actually know i was competing in.

they were always so eager to help me and others–even eren , though it was sometimes followed by teasing on his part.

they were so refreshing , and the more time i spent with them the more others made an effort to talk to me.

even now , i could never dream of paying them back.

but of course , i can't speak about those two without mentioning mikasa ackermann ; the third of armin’s friend group , and the best recruit in the trainee corps.

her connection to those two—particularly with eren—can’t be underestimated.

the three are childhood friends , and they were always together.

though she was stoic with me and others , she was loyal and caring in her own way.

she would often fret over her friends —asking if armin was alright , or where eren was.

in addition to being an amazing friend , she was a very formidable opponent—in every sense of the term.

i knew to keep my head down around her after she threw the two-hundred-pound reiner braun over her shoulder like a backpack.

my general weariness around ackermann was worsened by the fact that she didn’t appear to like me all that much—only confirming my suspicions the first day she spoke to me.

everyone gathered in the mess hall for breakfast , and i took my new spot between eren and armin.

eren nudged me , “—heard you were m.i.a during drills again.”

he spoke in between bites , “don’t speak with your mouth full , eren.”

the sudden sound of ackermann’s voice startled me ; she’d stopped eating and turned to eren—but it still felt like she was staring through him.

she knitted her eyebrows together and i turned away , waiting for eren’s response.

he grumbled something about wishing she’d stop treating him like her ‘kid brother’

i then answered eren’s comment, “—yeah , i got another nosebleed.”

it seems that eren took ackermann’s words to heart , as he finished chewing before speaking , “i figured as much. . .”

“what’s the deal with that anyway?” he continued , “you’ve been getting nosebleeds for the past—what—fifteen years?”

“it’s getting seriously worrisome. it’s shaping up to be a chronic illness at this rate” armin added , leaning over the table to look at me.

“i guess i never really thought about it all that much.” i then made the mistake of letting the conversation die out.

i made the second mistake of prodding ackermann by asking , “so—ackermann—how is your morning so far?”

“the same.” she stirs her soup with vigor, fingers clenched around the spoon.

my mind was racing desperately for another subject to divert attention to , when i remembered that i hadn’t shown them [b/n]’s gift.

i smiled as i fished the necklace from my breast pocket , and the two eyed me curiously.

“oh? what’s this?” eren studied the pendant , “can i see it?” he asked , but didn’t wait for an answer before snatching it from my hand.

he held the jewel up to his right eye , looking back at me with a grin , “is your brother rich?”

“no!” i punched his arm , “it. . .” i averted my gaze , “it was my mother’s.”

eren gave it back to me , and i started fumbling with it behind my neck–a failed attempt at putting it on.

eren snorted , “here,” before scooting closer to me ; his cold fingers grazed my collar in his efforts to clasp the necklace shut.

when he backed away , i smiled down at the crystal , murmuring a ‘thank you’.

armin’s eyes creased in his smile, “it’s beautiful.”

“yeah , it looks great.” eren nods.

ackermann dropped her spoon on her tray—and it was purposeful—the clatter halting all conversation at that table for a moment.

when i glanced over to see what the sound was , i found myself paralyzed ; gripped by her menacing aura.

she looked upon me with such disgust.

i’m sorry , “i–” i tried to speak.

i finally tore my eyes away from hers , digging my nails into the wood beneath my fingers–i was losing more oxygen than i was taking in.

“[y/n]?” armin leans toward me , gingerly placing a hand on my shoulder.

i gripped his wrist , squeezing until he was forced to let me go—but i didn’t , “ow—that hurts—“

i only released my grip when blood pooled into my mouth ; i recoiled at the taste as i stared at him , eyes wide as dinner plates.

i looked down , bowing my head , “excuse me.” with that , i got up and walked away.

“mikasa!” i heard eren scolding her behind me.

i kept moving forward without a clear destination in sight , only stopping when i reached the girls’ dormitory.

i’d been curled up on my bunk for god knows how long , staring ahead—trying to ask myself why i reacted the way i did.

“[l/n]?” i jumped at the sound of a girl’s voice , startled.

i looked up to find a petite girl that i knew as christa lenz. up until that moment , i’d never talked to her , but i did know that she was particularly popular among male recruits.

lenz maintains a respectful distance as she asks , “you left the mess hall in a hurry ; are you alright?” “yeah—i’m fine.”

she nods , though it's clear she wasn't all that convinced , “well , i’m glad.”

“we’re. . .” she pulled her hair back , “about to start drills soon.”

“thanks.” i wiped my face with my sleeve , stretching as i stood up.

“hey ,” a girl enters the dorm , greeting us without a second thought.

“good morning , sasha!” lenz beamed.

it’s sasha braus—as i thought.

the brunette from dauper , although most knew her as the ‘potato girl’.

she was given the nickname after being caught by commander shadis eating a potato on the first day of basic training.

christa and i stared as she finished her snack in silence.

it’s on her way out of the dorm that she stops in her tracks , “what are you two doing in here all alone. . .-”

her hand flies to cover her mouth ; we only stare at her as she glances between us.

she slowly dropped her hand , “does ymir know?”

“—do i know what?”

just like that , another girl comes sauntering into the room ; she eyes me and braus suspiciously as she approaches.

i knew of her ; the freckled one who usually keeps to herself. she only pipes up when lenz is involved in some way.

she stopped in front of me before gesturing for sasha to go on ; sasha–naturally–responded by loudly “whispering” , “christa’s cheating on you.”

ymir glanced at me , tilting her head and squinting her eyes at me.

she chokes back a laugh as she pats the top of my head , “she looks like she’s been crying ; i doubt these two were up to anything”

“besides,” she punches braus in the back “--ow!” “christa would never do anything like that” “—what did i do?!” “—ymir! cut that out!”

i managed to slip out unnoticed during all the commotion , finding myself chuckling to myself while heading to the field.

i thought they were funny.

i like them.

✧;── 🕰️ ──;✧

“yoo-hoo—[l/n]—are you in there?” i blinked “—yes!?”

my vision focused on braus , who was currently waving her hand in front of my face.

she sits back down , and i tilt my head at her , “what is it , sasha?”

“are you. . .” she lifts her shaky index finger , pointing toward my tray , “gonna eat that?”

of course she’d ask me that

i sigh , “sure” she snatched the bread off my tray , slamming her hand down with incredible force, “you’re the best!”

pressing my lips together , i push my tray aside and rest my head in my hands.

lenz and ymir trade glances before the blonde leans toward me , “you seem out of it , are you okay?”

“yeah—“ i sigh , “i just have a problem i’m trying to find the solution to”

“is it about jaeger?” i looked up to find ymir mirroring my pose ; i found my eyebrows knitting themselves together , “what makes you say that?”

ymir snickered , “you normally sit by him—and he’s been looking over here the whole time

she leans over the table , narrowing her eyes at me , “lover’s quarrel?” the smaller girl nudged her, “ymir!”

“no , it’s about ackermann , actually” ymir paused, “i think she hates me.” i continued.

“i don’t particularly blame her.” the girl shrugged , “she was always with him before you came along.”

ymir raised her brows at me , and i stared back at her—puzzled.

“what?” i immediately began stuttering out nonsense about how it’s ‘not like that’—which i’m sure only made me look worse.

now finished with her food , braus finally rejoined the conversation , “what are we talking about?”

the three of us all stop and stare at her as she looks around , confused.

she never got her answer , as we were interrupted , “hey guys—“ a male recruit comes walking up to the table with his tray.

“hey connie.” braus greeted , not looking away from us.

“jean’s being a sore loser ; can i sit here for now?” “sure.” “great , thanks”

i glance up at connie , taking in his appearance ; his shaved head was his most prominent feature.

he was the only recruit with a buzz cut , so i recognized him quickly.

right , the kid who got the salute wrong. that incident happened right before braus’s potato-related blunder.

i giggled to myself , and that’s when connie noticed me ; he stopped eating and stared at me ,

he then probably realized that he was being rude , “hey. . . ?” he greeted , “hello.” i greeted him.

he leans towards braus , and the two proceed to loudly whisper in front of me , “since when are you friends with her?” “since she shared her food with me”

“but isn’t she like—really weird?” “no!”

as they continued , i looked over to find ymir and christa looking exasperated and confused.

clearing my throat , i maintain eye contact with connie as he trailed off , “. . .sorry.”

“i’m connie springer.”

“[y/n]. . .[l/n]”

the table’s conversation continued like normal , but my mind wandered off.

maybe ymir was onto something before we got interrupted.

ackermann may be getting the wrong idea about my feelings for eren.

it’s a misunderstanding,

i can fix it.

↳ ❝ [nova’s notes + tags] ¡! ❞

next one’s gonna be long so it’ll take awhile

in the meantime , i wanna rewrite the rockstar au bc it’s so corny lol

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