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i love haikyuu i wish volleyball was real :(

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i love putting characters through hurt and im thinking right now about the "one that got away" trope, particularly in the context of the katy perry song....

katsuki sitting alone in his kitchen. it's well lit, beautiful really. everything a successful pro-hero could ever hope to have, but he can't help but think about the person he'd originally intended to share it with.

all those years ago on his shitty couch in his shitty apartment, you tucked under his arm with a glass of shitty chardonnay that sloshes every time you laugh with your belly. fantasizing about having the type of open living room that would let you see into the kitchen. about an archway with crown-molding, peering into a warmly lit kitchen. no more renting. talking with you about the type of furniture you'd fill the space with. warm dark wood, an antique dining table, bookshelves and not needing to worry about just how much space they take up.

he can't help but think about how he'd decorated it the way you'd talked about. it was unconsciously done, of course and he only really notices it on late nights like these. when he's alone with a cup of steaming tea and takes a moment to remember where he is. katsuki can't help but feel that you'd like the way he decorated his house. like somehow, on some level, he'd done it for you.

of course, that was years ago. 10 maybe? yeah, 10 sounds right. it may be longer, but if it is, katsuki doesn't really want to think about it. just more wasted time.

he tries to be positive about it, about his good standing in life. fame, wealth, power even. he tries to be grateful for the blessings, for the job he loves, the home he finds beautiful, the friends who pulled him out when you left. katsuki tries to move on, to continue forward. but nights like these make the wound fresh. they cut him open a little bit.

it could have been really good, he thinks. if he'd been a little smarter or a little wiser. if he'd ponied up his courage to... be more. pride's a bitch though and it really only leaves you when what matters most already has. but it could have been good. this house could have been good. you could have sat with him, worried about him. he could have taken care of you.

there have been other people. katsuki has tried, he really has. but he's still a bit too stubborn. it only gets worse with age. everyone has a little bit of you in them. something that reminds him of the way things could have been. snippets of someone too far away to reach. yeah, they all have a little bit of you, but they're not you. that's where katuski thinks he's gone wrong.

he has people that never really leave him. that's just who he is. you're one of them, he supposes. in another life, you wouldn't be the one that got away. he'd look in the mirror at his premature gray hairs and instead of being alone, you'd come up next to him and tell him that you've always liked a silver fox. yeah, that sounds about right, like something you would say.

you're probably married now. katsuki can't really bring himself to check, doesn't really want to. no point in mulling it over, he thinks. his tea's getting cold.

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Worth It

Gojo Satoru x FemReader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI + smut + cum play + fluff if you squint

Can be read as a stand alone, but is part of my him & I fic

He thought it was all bullshit when they said sex is better with someone you love, and quite frankly he didn’t realise it was love until it all pieced together.

He chased you for years, he didn’t think finally having you would make him want you more, make him realise that yeah, he was damn well serious about you. He knew you were different for him, but not like this.

That ethereal glow of sunrise on your skin, how your eyes glistened like that, fuck it was unforgettable, it was unforgivable how it was burned into his memory.

Your back arched, his hands smoothed up your stomach, between your tits and curled around your neck. His thighs tucked under your ass lifting you off the bed, legs over his hips and he sat straight on his knees. His cock was buried so deep in you he was convinced it hurt, but you were singing for him and he kept answering like some fool of a drunken sailor to a sirens call.

Your eyes not leaving his, that fieriness in you refusing to die down even if you were starting to shake and he realised it all made sense, his heart was hammering against his lungs so hard his ribs vibrated, his breath stolen from him by the simple sight of you like this.

His hips met yours again in short hard punches, never leaving you enough to see much of his dick, how you were spread out under him left him with a view of it all.

Your tits bouncing with each jolt, looking up at him with glassy eyes; a view he’d been damn dreaming of the last few years. The plap, plap, plap of your skin meeting, wet balls hitting your ass and you felt so fucking good he started wondering if he was dreaming.

You looked stunning like this.

You’d both been at it most the night, like it was making up for the years of tension, of him chasing and he didn’t even realise it was sunrise until he noticed it dancing on your skin.

It was sloppy, a damn mess as his loads still filled you, still leaking from you. Your own cum and slick mixed with it, such a milky concoction that coated your cunt and inner thighs.

He wasn’t any tidier himself, own thighs, stomach and dick to balls where dripping but he couldn’t stop. Each time his skin met yours it all linked in sticky threads from skin to skin from the mess, barely breaking them because he refused to distance his hips too far from you. Those long hard strokes long gone, favouring the short, hard punches at this point.

You just kept damn taking him like his 8 inch dick was made for you.

“Damn, fuck baby you take me so fucking well, you feelin’ how deep I am? Gotta be hurting huh?”

“N-No,”

“No? So how does it feel?”

“S’g-good, you f-feeling fucking g-good

He chuckled at your stuttering, his punchy thrusts with his hips not allowing you to speak clearly.

“Yeah? Still think I’m not worth it? Sure looks like I am, you’re a mess down here.”

You moaned under him like something unholy, your hands grabbing at his wrists as you tensed, legs wrapping around him best you could at this angle.

“T-There Satoru, fuck harder! Harder, there, fuck there don’t stop!”

“Calm down,” he gave an airy laugh, half folding over you so he could look down on you, white hair stuck to his skin, sweat beading down his body because you were actually making him work for this, taking him better than anyone he’d been with before, “-you gonna give me another? Damn, baby she’s choking my dick, she’s so greedy.”

Your head rolled back and he tutted, “-nuh-uh! Look at me else I’ll pull out.”

A childish smirk flew across his mouth with how fast you looked at him, like a doe in headlights as you danced just over the edge he was willing to push you over.

“Good girl, guess I can let you cum again-“

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I hated this drawing at first but now that I look at it… dayum he looks good

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Blackout

18+ Minors DNI

A power outage leaves you alone with your best friend's roommate. You don't mean to use it as an opportunity to ask Megumi Fushiguru why he hates you, it just slips out. You really don't expect his answer.

warnings/tags:  Smut, PWP, a little bit of praise-kink, aged-up characters, penis in vagina sex

Reader has a vagina, otherwise is non-descript

You and Megumi were alone when the power went out. You'd been in his and Yuji's shared apartment, waiting for the other man to bring you the house keys you definitely sort-of needed to get into your own apartment. You'd made it all of the way home when you realized he'd snatched the wrong set off the table when you were all having drinks earlier. Only when the key wouldn’t fit in your lock did you realize the almost matching keychains you and Yuji had gotten hadn't been the best idea. 

Of course you then walked all of the way here only to find out Yuji had been called to exorcize a curse. You'd barely been here a minute when the outage happened. Now you were in the dark with a man who didn't seem to be able to stand you. This was not your night.

"Perfect" you muttered.

"What?" Megumi asked.

"Nothing." You told him. You took a couple of steps forward and ran right into him. "Shit, sorry!" You felt his hands on your arms as he reached out to steady you on instinct. 

He didn't say anything, just sort of grunted and moved around you. His phone flashlight turned on a few seconds later in the kitchen area and you used the light to navigate to the couch. If you were sitting, you figured you wouldn't be able to run into anything. 

He lit a candle and brought it over to the coffee table. “My phone’s almost dead, better conserve the battery.”

Yours was dead. That’s why you had made it all of the way here before you found out Yuji wasn’t even at home. You fought back a groan, letting your head drop back onto the couch behind you. You heard a clunk and looked up to find Megumi setting a bottle of wine and two glasses in front of you. Yes please.

You accepted a glass with gratitude as Megumi sat on the couch next to you and an awkward silence immediately enveloped you both.

It had been like this with you and Megumi for as long as you could remember. You’d tried befriending him the way you had Yuji and Nobara when you first transferred to Jujutsu High School but he would never stay in the same room with you long enough, always suddenly finding somewhere else he needed to be. On the occasions you were stuck together, you’d tried getting to know him but he would only give one worded answers and refuse to look at you. It quickly became more frustrating than it was worth and you gave up. All of this was made worse by how insanely attractive you found him, even now. Your skin felt like it was on fire from where he’d grabbed you when you bumped into him earlier but you were doing your best to ignore that. 

Yuji had been bugging you lately to try again. Said that this was just how Megumi was, and to an extent you knew that was true, the man was pretty quiet. But he wasn’t quite like this with anyone else and you didn’t have the patience you used to have to just keep trying and trying. 

“How did that Special Grade mission go last weekend?”

You almost dropped your wine glass, had he just asked you a question? You stared at him for a second too long before answering. “Uhm, it was good.” You drained the rest of the wine in your glass. “Pretty tough but not the worst one I’ve fault.”

He nodded and leaned forwards to refill your glass. You could see his eyelashes even in this dim lighting and had to make yourself look away. “What about you? Anything interesting lately?”

“Same old, same old. It's good that it’s been quiet, I guess. It’s just sort of..” Megumi trailed off.  

“Boring.” You finished his thought.

“I feel awful saying that, but yeah.”

The awkward silence was back almost immediately. You racked your  brain desperately for something to talk about. For anything to say other than “Why don’t you like me?”

“What?”

Holy shit you did not say it out loud. You looked over to see Megumi staring, sitting so still he could have been frozen. You had said out loud. What was wrong with you? You felt your skin heating from embarrassment but fuck it. It was out there, might as well commit.

“You’ve always avoided me, Fushiguru. Tonight is probably the most you’ve ever said to me in all of the years we’ve known each other. So yeah, you obviously don’t like me, I just have never known why.” Your heart was pounding in your chest as you watched Megumi drain his glass of wine and put the empty glass on the coffee table before answering. 

“You think I don’t like you?” he clarified.

“Obviously.”

“You’re wrong.”

“What?” You hadn’t expected him to deny it. He wasn’t really the type of guy who would lie to spare anyone’s feelings.

“You’re wrong.” He said again, firmly.

“You can barely stand to be in the same room with me.” You pointed out incredulously. 

Megumi sighed but didn’t deny it. Instead he shifted closer to you. “It’s not because I don’t like you, though.”

You blinked at him, confused. “That doesn’t make any sense.”

“It wouldn’t to you I guess.” He sighed again and moved closer to you again, raising himself so one knee dug into the couch and he towered over you a little. “You and Yuju got close fast. Instantly almost. It seemed pretty obvious to me that you would be end-game. That it was only a matter of time for you to get together and live out your happily ever afters in each other’s arms.”

You blink again at the bitterness in his voice, not understanding what one thing had to do with the other. “Yuji’s my best friend, I’ve never wanted anything more and neither has he.”

“Well, five years later, it’s definitely started to seem that that’s the case, but I’ve always waited for the other shoe to drop. Afraid if I was too close to you, I would break.”

He was even closer now, leaning down into your space, his gorgeous eyes reflecting the light from the candle. You swallowed hard. “Break?” you asked.

“Break.” He confirmed. And he did.

Megumi’s mouth met your own, gently at first until he felt you kiss him back. Until he felt you melt into him. Then he deepened the kiss, his hands cradling the back of your head. 

You felt his tongue touch your lips and you opened for him, mind reeling in shock. Megumi Fushiguru didn’t hate you. He more than didn’t hate you, he was kissing you! He pressed against you until you lay back on the couch and followed you down, mouth moving down to your neck. 

Everywhere his mouth touched felt like it was on fire and you felt an ache deep in your core. You shifted, raising a knee so he fit against you perfectly. His cock was pressed against you and another ache coursed through you when you realized how hard he was for you. 

He pulled away from you suddenly and you let out a whine of protest. 

“Tell me to stop” he said, searching your face for any hint that that was what you wanted. 

“Don't you dare” you said breathlessly, pulling him back down to kiss you again. You felt him smile against your mouth and then his fingers were against your skin, pulling your shirt over your head and unclasping your bra. You heard each one hit the floor somewhere across the room but forgot about them the moment Megumi’s mouth was on one nipple, his fingers tugging at the other until you were a dripping, quivering mess. 

“Please” left your mouth before you even realized you said it and his eyes met your own in question. “Please fuck me” you begged, watching his gaze darken.

“Fuck, I’ve dreamed of tasting you but I’m not going to make it if you beg.”

“Later. Tomorrow, I don’t care, I need you inside me.” And you did. You’d never needed anything more, you’d never felt more empty. It felt like there was a drum beating deep inside you. You struggled to remove his pants and he moved to help you. Your hand curled around his cock when it sprang free and he let loose a his of pleasure. Moving just enough to remove your own pants while you pumped him in your hand. 

He pushed one of his long fingers inside you and you gasped at the feeling. You had always been a little too interested in Megum’s hands and as he added a second finger, you realized it was for good reason. You were seeing stars from this alone.  Tender kisses trailed your collarbone and you whined when he pulled his fingers from you. 

“Shhhh” He soothed you and seconds later you felt his tip against you, gathering your wetness, before he slowly, too slowly maybe, started to push into you.

“Fuck” you breathed as he bottomed out inside you. The stretch of him almost burned but it still felt good. Felt right. He’d stopped, giving you time to adjust to his size and you groaned.

“Megumi, please. Please move.” You begged, not even feeling embarrassed at the smirk that pulled at his mouth. 

“You beg so nicely”. He pulled out and thrust back in suddenly. 

You tightened your legs around him as if you could keep him inside you forever. He pulled almost all of the way back out and thrust back in again, his mouth meeting yours when you moaned. He set a steady rhythm fucking into you and out of you, drinking in the sounds of praise falling from your lips. You felt something coiling tight in your lower stomach, so tight you knew it would snap soon.

“You feel so good. I couldn’t have imagined you’d feel this perfect” Megumi said in your ear. He changed the angle of his hips causing his cock to hit that one spot deep inside that made you see stars. He thrust in again and you were lost. That something deep inside you that had been winding up snapped and you came, crying out his name.

Megumi’s fingers dug harder into your thighs but he didn’t stop. He kept fucking you through your orgasm even as you tightened around him and he had to fight not to follow you just yet. 

He leaned in to kiss you and muttered “good girl” against your lips, making your pussy clench and heart flutter. He pulled out and flipped you over quickly before thrusting back in.

A cry of pleasure left you as the new position allowed him to fuck you even deeper than before. You lost yourself in him, in the feeling of him thrusting in and out of you, in the small sounds of pleasure leaving his mouth, in the feeling of his skin on yours. 

He pulled you up so your back was flush against his chest and he could kiss your neck. You could feel his thrusts becoming more erratic and knew he must be close. He wasn’t the only one. 

Megumi’s fingers found your clit and rubbed circles until you were coming again, thankful Megumi’s other arm was still keeping you upright because you never would have managed it on your own. You hear him curse and suddenly he’s pulling out of you and you feel his release splatter across your ass and thighs.

The room is so silent without the constant hum of electricity that usually surrounds you so the sounds of you trying to catch your breath seem so much louder than normal.

“You okay?” Megumi’s voice was so quiet you looked over at him, the dim light of the candle reflecting off his eyes. “Was that too much?”

A huff of surprised amusement left you. He was nervous. He fucked you like thatt and now he was nervous. “Too much?” You asked. “That was amazing.” His mouth curved up in a small smile and he leaned in to kiss you, the movement so tentative compared to his actions from earlier. You leaned into him, kissing him back encouragingly. 

A sound from outside the door made you both tense and he jerked away, blowing the candle out seconds before the door opened. You both sat frozen as Yuji entered the apartment, dropping something to the floor and calling your name on his way in. 

You moved slowly, reaching for your clothes in the dark. Your fingers closed around the fabric you recognized as your shirt and you feel relief course through you as you pull it closer. Naturally that was the moment the power kicked back on. Light flooded the apartment suddenly, almost blinding you. A screech left Yuji’s mouth and you winced, rushing to pull your shirt on.

“Oh my god!” He yelled, hands flying up to cover his eyes. “Oh. My. God. Finally! But I mean, on the couch?!” 

“Stop yelling.” Megumi groaned, pulling up his pants, his cheeks flushed red with embarrassment in a way you couldn’t help but find adorable even as you prayed for the ground to open up and swallow you.

“You’re buying us a new couch, Fushiguru!” Yuji shouted, pointing accusingly in the other man’s direction, with his eyes still squeezed shut.

“Stop yelling!”

“Just wait until I tell Kugasaki! She’d almost given up. I am serious about the couch by the-” a pillow from the couch hit him hard in the face, cutting him off and knocking him on his ass.  

Megumi looked over at you in surprise and you smiled at him and shrugged. “He’ll go all night if someone doesn’t shut him up.”

He smiled back at you and stepped closer, leaning in to kiss you again.

“Wait, was that one of your sex pillows? Gross!”

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2021.7.17　お迎え（呪廻）

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It’s been a pleasure to share the brainrot with you all in 2023, here’s to another year of not being able to move on from the same show we’ve been hyperfixating on for years 🥂

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Neurodivergent people love pacific rim bc its basic theses are “two besties who share a braincell can pilot a mecha” and “what if crab was big”

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The Bokuto brainrot just suddenly came back. I need the Haikyuu dub back so bad.

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He'll either treat you like glass or rail you into oblivion. Also doesn't realize how strong he is until you struggle to walk the morning after.

"I'm sorry princess, I'll be softer next time."

BOKUTO, Reiner, USHIJIMA, TOJI, Sukuna, NANAMI

Talks about how much of a dom he is until he's whimpering under you

"I promise I'll never act up again, just please let me cum."

OIKAWA, Jean, LEV, PORCO, Koganegawa, HINATA, Choso

Constant battle for dominance because neither of you like to lose.

"I'll let you top this time, but don't expect me to take it easy on you when it's my turn."

KUROO, GOJO, Eren, Zeke, GETO

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The door closes with a bump of your hip and toss your keys into the bowl. The mumble of the television carries through the hall, marked by the sudden, shaky sound of a cough. You slip off your shoes and walk into the living room, knowing he'll be exactly where you left him.

Kuroo is the epitome of pathetic. Dressed in only his pj pants, he's sprawled across the couch, limbs limply hanging over the sides. Used tissues are scattered on his chest and another one is stuffed into his chapped nose; it bobs as he turns to you and sighs.

"Hey, sicky." You muss his hair before dotting a kiss against his forehead. "How are you feeling?"

"Awful. Horrible." Kuroo's voice is starting to come back, but it's still mostly scratches and jumps. "Worse than death."

It's the flu - he'll be fine in a couple of days. "Poor thing."

"Yeah, I am a poor thing." Kuroo clutches your hands with the voracity of a dying Dicken's character. "I'm supposed to be in America right now. America, baby. The home of deep-fried twinkies."

You do feel a little bad; he was really looking forward to this work trip, but his company didn't want to put a sick man on a plane.

"There'll be other trips," you try, "And other unhealthy smacks."

"Sigh." He says the actual word. "Sigh. And it's so boring here without you. I cleaned the fridge so I didn't die of boredom."

You go to coo again, then pause.

"Wait, really?" You had been putting that off longer than you'd like to admit.

"Yeah, I did the whole kitchen." He sighs again. "And the bathroom."

"The whole bathroom?"

"Even the floor."

Oh. Your heart flutters a bit. You had been lamenting over having to scrub the floor. Kuroo is a good partner, but he's never been one to clean on his own volition. Hell, you can barely get him to pick his laundry off of the floor. The fact that he cleaned without being asked...

You're a little giddy over it.

"Would taking a bath in our clean bathroom make you feel better?" You push his bangs to the side and watch them bounce back.

"I already took a shower today."

Your fingers trail down to his neck. "Would taking a bath with me make you feel better?"

"Are you horny right now?" He points to the tissue jammed into his nostril. "Really?"

"I'm a simple woman: you clean my house and my pussy gets wet."

He barks out a laugh, only to cut himself off with a wheezing coughing fit. When he finally catches his breath, his poor little eyes are red rimmed and wet.

"I'm too sick to give you a good performance."

You debate kissing him, then think better of it.

"Don't worry," you say, "I'll do the work."

Kuroo cackles softer this time, toothy grin biting into his lower lip.

"Can we do that thing you never let me do?"

"Let's see how clean the bathroom is - then, we'll talk."

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Warnings : mdni/18+, spanking, overstim, rough sex, some mean gojo, dirty talk, praise, creampie

You tend to forget that Gojo Satoru is the strongest, because when he's around you, he's so gentle and careful. Moving like a cautious cat, kneading your hips tenderly, scooping you into his arms like a baby. Then when the two of you are playfighting, he lets you win for only a finite amount of times because his ego kicks in — he has to remind you of how strong he is, how muscular he is, how swift he is. The fact he can catch your hand with such a speed that it makes you gasp and feel so shocked that you start giggling "That was scary..." which makes him grin down at you.

There are also times when he picks you up and throws you onto the bed for a thorough spanking — he gets jealous, and takes it out on your poor ass. He makes it sting so bad you can hardly count each slap, but he forces you to keep counting. "What number was that baby?" he asks, and if you've forgotten then it's another harsh clap to your cheek. But if you remember, then he rewards you by soothing over your ass and kissing it. If you're apologetic and a good girl, he pushes your thighs apart and eats you out until you see heaven.

But he almost never ends there. He has to pound into you until you weep, to make your pussy mold to the shape of his cock — it's a possessive thing.

"Hold onto me." he commands when he sees you grabbing the pillow instead.

He overstimulates you so much that you squirm away and try to crawl off the edge of the bed, but his hands roughly grab your hips and he jerks you back onto the bed, shoving his cock back into you,

"Stay right there. I'm not done with you yet."

His muscular back arches and his abs tighten as he thrusts in and out, making you babble half-heartedly about how you can't take much more. Just like you, the bed can't handle the sex, either. It shudders and the springs squeak as Gojo Satoru uses just a fraction of his strength to fuck you.

When he finally stuffs you up with a creamy load, he pulls out and his cum goes everywhere. It's a big mess. He spreads your cheeks, thumbing at your pussy hole, and smirks at the gape. "I can't believe you can take so much dick..." he praises, grinning wildly, "You're my little pornstar, baby." he says and taps your sore ass to make it jiggle. But even his light taps are hard, he's just too damn strong.

Big hands massage down your thighs and make you groan in relief — he was pressing his weight onto you earlier, nearly crushing you. Satoru loves to hear you struggle and whimper and gasp under all his muscle.

But the aftercare is immaculate. He gives your body a thorough massage in the bathroom, and scurries off to get you water. Bath time is filled with tender whispers against your ear. Satoru's voice turns soft and praising.

"You're really made for me, hm?"

It's on the tip of his tongue to call you weak, to snarl about your pussy being too tight for him to fuck you. He'd love to taunt you about being weak, he'd get off to it — humiliating your pussy in bed is something he's inching closer towards doing.

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@ fic authors what do you personally consider a successful fic? What’s the bar?

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