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suashii · 4 months

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— 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈 ౨ৎ

matsukawa issei x f!reader. 1.1k wc. ﾉ sfw ﾉ dad!mattsun ﾉ issei and reader are separated and coparenting ﾉ reader referred to as "mama" ﾉ a bit of jealousy ﾉ silent pining :3

“look what i drew, daddy!” your daughter holds up her art that she’d been working on at school up to your phone, the front-facing camera picking up the colorful piece of paper. you sit beside her, surveying the call and trying to hold back your laugh at matsukawa’s expression—a mixture of confusion and enthusiasm, more of the former.

his eyebrows are knitted together but there’s a smile pulling at his lips. it probably doesn’t help that the picture is flipped—you yourself had a bit of a hard time determining what exactly it was when she pulled it out of her backpack to show you when she got back from preschool. “that’s such a nice… puppy?”

the small girl to your left frowns and shakes her head, holding the piece of paper impossibly closer to your phone in hopes of giving her dad a better look at her drawing. “it’s not a puppy, it’s a bear! see!”

“ah,” matsukawa breathes out, nodding his head in understanding. “sorry, kiddo. daddy can’t see too well.”

she quickly accepts his apology, discarding the art and picking up on a new and entirely different topic in the blink of an eye, something about a game she had made up with her friend. it’s a story she’d told you about when you picked her up in the afternoon so you find yourself zoning out, focusing more on the girl’s excitement that’s mirrored on her father’s face as he intently listens to her retelling. it brings a soft smile to your lips.

you were worried about the whole coparenting thing, anxious that not growing up in a house with the two of you would have a negative effect on your daughter. though, it seems like your apprehension was nothing to fret over. the little girl spends an equal amount of time with you and her dad, even asking to video call whichever she isn’t staying with at any given moment to keep them updated on the happenings of her days.

she’s never had any complaints and as long as she’s happy, then so are you.

there’s no telling how much time has passed when your daughter has grown bored of talking but when she does, she tells her father so. “i’m gonna go play now.”

“okay, little lady.” he knows that once the girl has her mind made up, there’s no changing it. mattsun could talk to her forever but he agrees to let her go. “hand the phone back to mama before you go, yeah?”

she slides the phone across the table so it’s sitting in front of you, getting up from her seat and wasting no time waddling off to her toys.

“bye!” mattsun’s voice sounds over the speaker, “love you!”

“i love you!” she yells before crossing the threshold of the room into the next one.

your daughter prefers video calls with her dad and even though you find it a little awkward to facetime with the man you were once in a relationship with, you stay on the current call instead of starting a new one with only the voice feature. you sniffle weakly as you wait for him to start the conversation. although, when he does, it’s not something you’re expecting to hear.

“wow, you look like shit.”

your mouth falls open in offense and you fight the urge to flip him off. “thanks, asshole.”

“i didn’t mean it like that,” he chuckles under his breath. every interaction, in spite of them being much less frequent than in the past, reminds him of when the two of you were together. the charm he fell in love with is still there and sometimes he finds himself wondering how he ended up parted from you. he shakes the thought from his head, focusing on the current conversation with you. “what’s the matter? you sick?”

if you’ve learned one thing about mattsun during your separation from him, it’s that he’s more attentive than he lets on. he pays attention to the little things—you wonder if it’s a trait he’s picked up on as a result of being a parent or if something else brought about his consideration.

with another sniffle you nod, resting your chin in the palm of your hand. “i think she gave me her cold.”

his jovial tone turns a bit more serious with the new information. “why didn’t you tell me? i could have taken the munchkin so you could get some rest. i’m pretty capable of this dad thing.”

“i never said you weren’t,” you clarify, because you know he is, “i just didn’t want to bother you and what’s-her-name with looking after her on my days.”

he snorts and wonders if you truly forgot his girlfriend’s name or never bothered to learn it to begin with. he supposes it doesn’t matter now. “mei. and i broke up with her. a couple weeks ago.”

you’re surprised he didn’t mention that much sooner and even more surprised that your daughter didn’t spill the beans the moment she took notice of the woman’s absence—the kid is just like her father, observant, a little gossip at heart.

“got it.” you nod. you’re not quite sure why, but your heart feels a little lighter in your chest now knowing that the woman you never really cared for is out of the picture—that issei is single again. your relief is rooted in selfishness, a sense of possessiveness that you have no claim over. it’s a little concerning but you’ll take the time to reflect on it later. clearing your throat, you return to the topic at hand. “you really wouldn’t mind taking her for a couple of extra days?”

“of course not.” he shrugs. “the kid’s my best friend.”

you laugh at his declaration. it’s equal parts funny and sweet because you know he means it.

the pleasant sound makes matsukawa smile. it’s been a while since he’s last heard you laugh, a genuine one, at least. he misses being able to draw those giggles from your chest, hearing them every day.

he doesn’t let himself get lost in it.

“i can swing by your place in the morning and take her to school,” the man tells you and he adds the next part on at the last second. “is there anything you need? medicine? food?”

how thoughtful, you think to yourself. he really only needs to have his daughter on his mind but he’s still thinking of you. “no. thanks though. i really appreciate it.”

“don’t mention it.” but what he really means is: i’d do anything for you.

i churned this out in like an hour bc i wanted to write the dynamic but it’s a little messy :3 nevertheless, hope you enjoyed !

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milaisreading · 1 month

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Isagi's sister!Yn AU where Sae was invited over for dinner:

Isagi!Yn: Can you pass me the salt, daddy?

Sae and Issei grabbing the salt at the same time: Sure.

Isagi!Yn:...

Iyo: °_°

Yoichi choking on his water*

Isagi!Yn: Oh... I need to go and water our fish! *quickly leaves the table*

Yoichi, running after her: I need to help her with that!

Iyo, laughing awkwardly: Now, now, Issei...

Sae, trembling as he notices the man's glare: Funny story, sir...

#bllk #blue lock anime #blue lock manga #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock scenarios #blue lock #isagi's sister #itoshi sae #bllk sae #blue lock sae #itoshi sae x reader #itoshi sae x y/n

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hxltic · 1 year

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I’M SORRY. MASTUKAWA ISSEI

• 200 FOLLOWERS!! 😻😻😻

• Genre: smut

• Warnings: female reader, college, slight angst at first, overstimulation, rough counter sex, choking, hair pulling, degradation, daddy kink, cunnilingus, pretty long but please don’t let it scare you off lol

-I just love comfort roommate Mattsun

You slept horribly. You thank the universe your classes had mercy. Though you still called into work, unfortunately, and even more to your demise— there was a huge sale that made folding restock clothes a pain.

Slumping through the door, getting your shower in, and throwing on the first shirt you found from the laundry room was very efficient until you got into bed.

You lay there.

Comfortably uncomfortable.

You were hot, but taking the covers off wasn’t an option. You felt every fiber or hair against your body. Your feet were cold. A growling noise erupted from your stomach.

Angrily, the covers are thrown off, where you stomp your way to the kitchen while dismissing the new breeze of air brushing your skin. No jacket, in shorts, waltzing around the apartment scavenging for food. You wish the feeling of the air conditioning didn’t bother you as much as the sound did, because it printed an obvious sign of irritation on your face.

Then the fire alarm beeped.

Taking a deep breath, you begrudgingly conclude yourself unsuccessful in finding something to nibble on. When you turn around, the corner of the kitchen table seemed to stick out more than usual.

Lo and behold it hit the corner of your already cold foot. You drop to your elbows on the counter in annoyance where hold your head, tugging probably unhealthily at your eyes from stress, trying your best not to fall to the ground and cry.

You immediately removed even the thought of tears when the door sounded.

“Honey I’m home.” Mattsun closes the door behind him.

He just got back from afternoon classes with only a handful of groceries. Your roommate started the “I’m home” thing as a joke, yet it carried farther than that as time went on. You correct yourself and try to help with the groceries at least a little bit, picking up what you could find in the bags and placing them in their correct spot.

Mattsun could obviously tell something was off the second he walked in. He watched you stutter and quickly regather yourself even though it looked as if you were on the verge of tears. He would’ve asked why by now, if he didn’t know that you probably didn’t know yourself. He was right. You didn’t.

Hard days never got to you, but as the homework piled up with your micromanaging boss, it went straight to the mini notepad in your brain listing all you had to do. It was fine until you had to flip to the next page, then the ink started getting all runny. You aren’t sure what caused it; but it happened. You held the milk mindlessly in your hand.

Mattsun scooted behind you towards the refrigerator. You were in the area between the island and the main counter, causing his front to press up against you innocently, an angered grunt dropping from your lips.

“Could you not go around?” You turn to him swiftly, your palm facing upwards to emphasize your feelings.

“Didn’t really think it mattered. You calling me fat?” He opened the refrigerator door. Usually you’d laugh, but it only turned your brows farther inwards.

“Yeah, it does. Go the other fucking way.” You spat. With the roll of your eyes, you slid the milk into the already opened fridge. You stepped back so that Matsukawa could close it, hand already on the handle—but when nothing happened, you turned around to see the tall male staring at you in disbelief. He literally just got home.

“…What?”

“The hell is up with you?” He asks regularly.

“Nothing,” you shrug and brush it off, “it was just unnecessary.”

“Well it’s clearly something,” he retaliates, “I’ve been practically crucified the ten seconds I’ve been here.” He closes the door and laughs humorlessly to himself.

“Whatever. It’s nothing.”

He starts, “Really? The-“

“God-it’s nothing! It’s nothing.”

The aggressive hand motions come back, then you finally take about four different things from the second-to-last bag and put them up hastily, even in your tired state.

He observes you from the counter with every step you take and every heavy breath you let in. Like you’re fighting an entire war with yourself.

It finally clicked in his mind: he said the wrong things in the wrong moment, and it wasn’t what you needed right now. He just wished he would’ve noticed sooner.

“Hey, my bad—I’m sorry. Should’ve went around.”

His voice wasn’t careless now, but soft. You heard him but just moved on to the last bag. Before you can pull something out, he takes it and tells you that you can go lay down. Better yet, that he’d handle everything else.

“It’s fine, I can do it.” You reach again and he pulls it away. “Give it.” The quicker you are, quicker he is.

You sigh and pull back. You wanted to slap the shit out of him but he wouldn’t budge.

“Do you always have to be like this?”

He cocks his head to the side. He was curious. It could tell how you actually feel about him, the kind of things you don’t tell people to their face.

“Like what?”

“Aggravatingly annoying,” you blatantly answered.

His expression changed for a second. He refuses to get louder, only talking in a low volume, casual tone.

“That I am.”

“Why can’t you just come in and go to your room to study or something?”

“I will next time.”

“Why do you always have to be by me?”

Hm…

Accepting it and having it your way he felt was the best thing to do. He’s been called annoying before, even irritating due to his constant teasing. But hearing it from you—really the main one he talks to that isn’t Makki— hurt a bit. You saw his eyes widen for a slight half a second more before reverting to his usual apathetic face.

He knew you didn’t mean it. He knew you were overstimulated. Giving in to you and whatever you said was what you needed, not someone to fight you on things. Yeah it fucking hurt; however, you were speaking out of temporary emotion rather than logic or feelings, so if not stressing you out in this way was what he’d have to do, he’d do it.

The truth was: you really couldn’t stand being by him. Hearing him walk in while you read in your bed, then casually throw his things to the wall and flop down at your feet. Or when you would come in later and he’d be sat criss cross on the couch, a spot waiting for you right next to him. You couldn’t decipher if these were regular friendly activities or not and it swam through your mind all throughout the day.

Was it just his personality? Did it mean anything to him? Were you being dramatic? All the hugs, the studying, the dinner nights. Were those dates? Did they have the same effect on him that they had on you? Were they even on purpose?

The silence was deafening and palpable, the gaze he held intimidatingly normal. Didn’t you just yell at him? How is he so calm? You had come back to your senses, staring up at his non-changing face, ready to say something.

“I-“

“Do I need any reason more than I want to be?” He utters first delicately.

There wasn’t a hint of negative energy. It made you sad, just how much he’d do for you. You actually almost wish he would’ve gotten mad.

He’s never once yelled at you, called you out for dumb things like breaking a glass bowl, or not being taught some things around the house. You just let out an entire day’s worth of anger onto him and said something that was nowhere close to what you feel. You even used him as a placeholder for what you wish you could say to your boss. He is always so, so good to you.

He watches as your eyes suddenly get tighter and your eyebrows inch upwards. You’ve done nothing but look at him, yet the mere thought of what you said and what he’s actually done forces you to drop your head slowly and take a few steps forward into his chest. Droplets fall silently to the tiled floor.

His arms softly found their way around you.

“I’m sorry.” You mumble.

“You’re okay.”

He hugs you back, progressively getting softer with every passing minute. Not “It’s okay,” “You’re okay.” Sometime later, you pull back with a deep breath, and you send a tight lip smile to him. Then while he puts away the discarded item (that was previously fought over), you hop up on the island counter.

“Okay. I’m better now.”

“Good.” He closes the fridge. Your legs sway back and forth. You’ll try to explain what happened, even if you know it won’t justify the outbursts directed at him.

“Hey I didn’t mean it.”

“I kno-“

“No, no, wait.” You interrupt.

Dark eyebrows raise and his arms cross as he leans back against the counter in front of you to listen. He nods, telling you to go on.

“I’m so stressed. I just had a really, really bad day and put you at the end of it. I do really enjoy your company—I promise—It’s just…it’s just I don’t really-”

You think for a moment and sigh before your head drops into your palms again. It was because your mind was racing to find the words. Do you tell him? Would it count as a confession?

“I don’t even know anymore. Do you ever…um…”

“Take your time.” He sits patiently.

Damn, did you have to trip over your own words now?

“…What do the dates that you plan usually look like?”

He seemed lost in thought for a second, prior to returning towards the sight of you nervously twiddling your fingers. He noticed the emphasis on the word ‘plan,’ as if you were trying to differentiate between real dates from him and whatever the hangouts you two had were. Saving you the trouble, he’d just tell you.

“I like you.”

…huh?

The sudden confession makes your eyes almost pop out of your head. That was not the answer you were expecting, but not the answer you didn’t want.

“What?” You whisper. You did hear that correctly, right?

He goes on to elaborate with a sigh and a shrug.

“Listen, I’ve been through a million different of these confessions and I don’t want that delay with you. I like you a lot, period.”

It was a while back ago when Mattsun decided he’d focus on you alone. He cleared his phone, and (which you noticed) somewhat cleared his defiled reputation of past debauchery. Many older women have came up to him asking if he actually would pursue during his libertine phase, to which he’d respond no, so he has experienced almost every subtle confession ever made. It was like déja vu.

Wide-eyed you sit. That was a lot easier than you expected; you were worrying all for nothing. The bearing weight that had you in a hold was finally lifted.

“So all of those were-“

“Yes. I haven’t done that with anyone else and I prefer to keep it that way.”

Your heart probably jumps in your chest and your eyes light up. A wide smile inches its way onto your face, and it almost dies down when you remember what you did, but he brings it back with a light, mature smile of his own. After all this time he actually was crushing on you like you were him. You never, ever could deny the way you were eager to see him once he would return from his classes and crash the night with you.

Speaking of crash, a sudden returning wave of exhaustion brushes your body. You ignore it though. There are better things.

“Well, that’s somehow where I was going; I like you a lot too. But if I actually asked you would you say yes? I know how-”

“That depends. Does it come with a ring?”

You stop and your dimples start to show as a smile crawls onto your face, again, “Um…no?“

“Then I object.”

He uncrosses his arms and walks unhurriedly between your legs. He was so content, large hands brushing up your thigh from the knee.

“Yes, I would,” he admits delightedly whilst gingerly coming closer in the face, “the ring comes later though.” He’d whisper a breath away from your lips. You’d wondered how you could be so lucky, the confession not even falling from your sheepish mouth, and still end up with the same outcome. When his eyes go from yours to the plump of your mouth; So, so ready to feel him on you, your eyes close and anticipate him.

Nothing happens. Once your eyes open and he stands there mockingly with the trademark grin (still only hovering an inch away from your nose), if you didn’t know any better you would’ve shoved him away and hopped off the counter to your room for playing with your feelings. But Mattsun was just being Mattsun. First he laughs genuinely at how gullible you are. Then, his trail of sight goes back to your lips unashamedly once more with a dimple-showcasing smirk. He slowly pushes a falling strand of hair away, and slightly turns his head to melt into you with a hand on your cheek sweetly.

You could feel the free smile that was on his lips as he kissed you. It was cute. The kind of things you see in movies at little coffee shops riding along the street. It was unlike him, an unfamiliar feeling this was—like sunlight rather than a rainy or cloudy day. It sounds stupid, but Matsukawa is always slow moving and effective. Watching tv with your legs kicked up or tucked in a blanket as the pitter-patter of the rain decided the kismet of your day. The lambent lighting of the morning making it significantly darker than it usually is with the blinds open.

He caught you before you were too far gone by groaning happily. Throughout it, the entirety of your mind was buzzed by the way your lips gracefully slow danced against his on the counter of your shared apartment. It felt so good seeing him just utterly happy, especially with you. Warm and steady like molasses in January. His fingers eventually connected in the small of your back. You were still tired so his energy was just as lazy as your own; like when your hands floated around his neck and feathered through his hair.

He did it as if it had been years since he was kissed. Yearning for absolutely any ounce of touch from someone. He was accidentally pushing into you, needing to be closer, your arch slowly getting deeper.

The second he pulled away for necessary air, he caught the crevices of your thighs and pulled you with him. Now that the hard part was done he’d give you the full experience.

“What are you doing?”

“Relieving stress.”

He pushes a leg up and over his own shoulder. His hands are placed directly atop your abdomen to apply light pressure as he kisses away the nerves from the main fat of your body gently. Remember all that cute stuff? Yeah, it just diminished the second he decided to eat you out on the marble counter.

You’re not very sure how it led to something like this, something like him pulling your shorts and panties off together. Once there, his mouth felt great against your clit, mainly when he’d stop and suck right between. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t dreamt of this from someone before because the form of the pink muscle inside you is unmistakable. So unmistakable even, that the feeling of the slurp that makes you squirm seemingly flows through your veins to your head like blood.

When Mattsun eats you out, he does it with precision. He knows where he wants to go and how he’ll get there. Compared to others he wasn’t as messy, but maybe that comes from the fact he’d prefer his fingers working inside of you. He’d love to watch your face contort on nothing but his hand because he knows it’s a favorited body part of his. He knows you’d love it. But, he will cup his mouth over you and give the same effect nonetheless.

And you loved that about him. He was careless, not nonchalant.

He was clingy, but independent.

He had morals, just not enough to get boring like when he jumped in the ball case in the store.

He was extremely opinionated, (especially when you asked him small questions like if he liked a shirt) but he also doesn’t care enough to convince you out of something you liked.

He’s hot, but also couldn’t care less about his appearance at times.

He was a walking juxtaposition.

And usually, when you’re alone, the relaxation of your mind helps you get off faster. This was the case, and going over his traits and features was clearly working well because now only your upper back was on the counter and anything below that point was lifted with his large hands. Both legs were in his possession. Your breaths were heavy and when your waist moves on him, his shoulders follow his head. Your own head moves to each side, but he doesn’t seem to care, this was incidental when he was holding your hips close to him so your wetness spread right under his nose. He was feeding off you since there was nowhere to run.

He’d tell you to sit still a bit but he likes the challenge. He likes watching your waist go back and forth as your pussy basically cries his name, and he would print his initials in hickeys on you if that’s what it called for. Others call it sadistic, he calls it motivation.

He could literally take both hands off of you and still be upright—the only reason he didn’t was because you’d probably make yourself fall. Though he did get close, a hand coming right up through your shirt to massage your breast. You unconsciously crossed your legs behind his neck in reaction. Damn, he was good.

He groans through you, and you wish you could watch but holding yourself together was a ground-breaking job. He hit each spot perfectly with complete control of his tongue and your shoulders were starting to hurt from bearing your own body weight.

His height made this fairly difficult but nothing he couldn’t handle—having to crouch in front of a pretty girl was the last of his worries. With your thighs covering his ears and temple, he sucked away. He was honestly glad he did this now rather than later, knowing you, you probably would’ve refused clamping on his head so you wouldn’t crush him or something like that. Mattsun believed his breath regulation was pretty okay considering he almost even got into swimming, but if by slim chance he did die he believed suffocating like this was preferred.

His tongue was literally inside of you. The only thing preventing your brain from fuzzing and your head from throwing back was there would be nothing left on the counter to hold your weight.

Once your heavy breathing developed to jagged and your heavyset eyes started to close, he set you back down gracefully. He heard your pleas but held out for as long as he could. Many “Mattsun please’s“ and “Mattsun I’s” later, he would finally relieve you; He knew his girl could do it.

He spent the last portion of your orgasm fulfilling his own desires and working you from the inside. He moved positions to rest on his left elbow and lean over your face, staring into your eyes, brows upturned and a smile showing. Was it a pity smile? Maybe, but it was for sure the face of amusement as you break down beneath him.

“H-holy shit…‘Sei- s’right there,” you declared.

“Huh? What is?”

A very implying whine followed. Matsukawa scooped his arm under your head like a pillow, his left hand turning your chin to face him. He loved that face. That pretty face only dusted with fatigue and sadness but smothered in want. That same face he’ll get to see whenever he looks down. Huh. Maybe he was a little sadistic.

Your body scrunched and your knees came up in ecstasy.

“Talk to me,” he says, but you barely could keep your eyes open the way he was avoiding the spot on purpose. You wondered how he did it, already having learned your body and how you reacted so well in such a short time. You were so close already and he was gonna ruin it, even though you’d probably still find a way to cum anyway.

You tried your best to muster up something and prayed he’d take it.

“Faster,” you ordered. No response. Actually instead of doing what you said, he pulled them out, assumingely because of the sudden attitude. You immediately went to apologize. He was actively in charge of your body, after all.

You verbally groan in annoyance, to where you hear a responding muffled giggle, so you open your eyes to see what happened.

You meet a view of his smiling jawline, looking down past the counter. His hand was still beneath your chin, almost as if he was protecting you from being uncomfortable, but his teeth held his shirt up as he used whatever was left on his fingers to jerk himself off. This was the disruption in question.

He didn’t mean to basically abandon you, but undoing the jawstring and letting himself free seemed like it would benefit everyone. And he was big. You’d seen big, but he was big all the way around.

You watched in awe as his fingers left a shine of gloss behind when they reached the reddening tip from the bottom.

He threw his head back and groaned in relief, finally being reminded what it felt like to be touched with someone else’s presence.

“Sorry, couldn’t resist.”

With a look to your impatient, shocked eyes, he knew you wanted it. Needed it almost.

He pressed off the counter with his elbow but left his hand under your head. Such a gentleman. Lifting both legs up, with a hand stretched under your knees like a baby, he spoke to you.

“You want it?” He’d ask. You’d nod aggressively, to where he’d ask again. “You gotta tell me.”

“Yes, I do.” You pleaded. Of course your head rolled slightly on his hand to see his face around your legs.

“Alright. Tell me when you wanna stop. Safeword is green.”

You’d never once said a safeword during sex and you doubt you’d use it now. Plus, Issei wouldn’t hurt you.

Intentionally.

You felt him pull your legs apart and hold them where they were previously scrunched up at your breasts. Finally, he rubbed you one last time, before the tip slowly started to diminish inside of you.

It’s amazing how the body makes fluid for moments like these. It’s also amazing how wet Mattsun got you so it’d hurt ten times less.

When he stopped moving about halfway there, he hung over your body almost menacingly; his silhouette breathing deeply and whatever necklace he had on from the day dangling. Your face contorted at the intrusion and your eyes unexpectedly swelled, making you lachrymose. It definitely could’ve been worse, but fuck he was big.

The ravenette slipped his shirt off and your head slid off his hand painlessly, the overwhelming heat from everywhere flowing to his brain. He almost couldn’t take it. You were so wet but so fucking tight at the same time, he couldn’t even bring himself to keep going. He bent over to meet you with a kiss on the jaw and his hand found your own so you could squeeze it as he went on. He buried his face in your neck.

“O-okay, you can move now,” you managed.

No response.

“Issei?” You pushed his hair aside with the hand that wasn’t in his so you could see him. His eyes were closed and his breathing was seeking stabilization through his mouth.

“Fucking just- gimme a second. Please.”

You knew it was pure desire and he was trying his best not to hurt you. He would promise ‘til death that he tried to stop, to take it slow, but it was irresistible the second you giggled at his current state (that you caused) and your stomach contracted with him inside. He immediately pushed forward so that he was balls deep into the fluttering feeling.

“Matts—”

The sudden squeeze on his hand could cut off circulation and the grunt that emitted from his body over and over as he continued to do it couldn’t be missed. At this point it didn’t even hurt anymore, but the previously denied orgasm returned full force.

Mattsun, of course, would apologize later; but it wasn’t later yet. He finally lifted himself off you and gathered your legs once more so your ankles were at his ears, trying to feel more of the ribbed walls on either side. Your mouth fell open at the spot.

“Ha-hohfuck ‘m gonna cum.” You whispered.

“Mhmm? Let me feel it baby,” He leaned over again, almost testing your flexibility, running a hand along your cheek and swiping away a single tear that dropped from earlier while his forehead was against yours. Now that he knew how far you could go, he’d have a lot of fun with the positions he’d put you in.

“Fuck, fuck-!” You’d find him through your lashes so he could kiss you, the never ending thrusts seemingly reaching your belly button. He loved sucking on those pretty lips of yours.

He only let out a laugh of satisfaction as you stilled and stiffened around him, your arms roaming his back and head turning away. He continued to thrust downward, never letting up speed, causing you to writhe underneath him with every curl of his hips. He did eventually pull away and extend his arms though. It was for a nice view of your body.

His length slipping in and out as a white ring forms that’ll signify how many times he’s made you cum; your breasts through the shirt following your body back and forth; the already fucked out face you wield accompanied with a yawn—it was all so much, he almost couldn’t look anymore. In fact, he won’t.

He grabbed you and pulled you further down the marble so you could roll over, your wriggling body basically halfway there. Up you go by your hair, that flexibility coming in to play a second time while he fucked you. When you moaned at the tug, he wouldn’t be Mattsun if he didn’t tease you for it.

“Wow, who would’ve guessed. You like when I pull your hair?”

“Yes daddy,” you respond. It was almost instantaneous. You wished you could’ve said you meant to do it, but it was honestly an accident.

His thrusts slightly change, you wish you could say how. He dropped your head forcefully, took both of your wrists behind your back, and pulled you up by your throat. Your neck was strained trying to face him but you couldn’t help it, you had to listen when he was talking to you. He was amused, to say the least—especially when you stopped listening because of the way he was barely brushing that sweet nerve.

“That’s a filthy mouth of yours. Who knew you were such a slut?” He’d grin into your ear. “Mgh- since you’ve gotten so good at it, why don’t you tell daddy what you want?”

As long as you’ve known him, he’s made you say things you wouldn’t have even thought of saying prior. But right now? You couldn’t care less.

“Mmm,” you whimper, “h-harder daddy.”

You’re not sure how he unscrambled what you said with his hand restricting your throat and the other intermittent babble coming out of your mouth, but if anyone could, it was him. Mattsun was defiant and dominant, but when it came to your genuine pleasure, he’d gratify.

Teasing aside obviously.

With the slightest bend of his knees, he angled himself and thrusted farther upwards. Did you doubt he would remember where you’re g-spot was? You were choking up more than you already were and his name slipped off your tongue as if it were a veneration statement of butter. Your ass sounded throughout the apartment, the skin-on-skin contact loud enough for the neighbors to hear. The force was turning it red and Matsukawa loved it. He loved when the pussy talked back too.

In fact, you could tell, because he was gradually speeding up and his thrusts were slowly becoming sporadic.

“Oh shit-I’mmna-” You started.

“Come on it. Come on this dick so you can tell everyone you did it twice.”

“Mhmm.”

“You can tell all your little friends you’re mine and I’m yours.”

“Yes daddy…”

“Come so you find all the women I’ve ever talked to and tell them you’re the only one I want.”

With that, your eyebrows leveled out and your eyes shut while trying to process the sex drive and sweet believable words at the same time. Your body held onto Mattsun for dear life, to where he let go of your throat and held you close on the fall back down to your elbows. You were exhausted, but that grip your pussy still had on him was deadly. Deadly enough for him to slightly question whether you’d be a bad mom or not.

He obviously chose against it and sighed along your back while you came before pulling out. You turned around and crouched knowingly with whatever strength was left, then watched him jerk himself off above you. After you decided to take matters into your own hands (literally), he held himself up with his support on the counter. His head hanging over you while you stroked the other was a sight to remember.

With a final hiss, white decorated your face like a picture.

“Holy fuck,” his head faced the ceiling as he ran a hand over his face. The view he was met with when he came back down was insane, your hand curved behind his thigh and the other milking him dry of whatever was left. With a single bud of cum remaining, you licked your lips and smiled weakly.

What the hell would he do with you?

©hxltic

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msneedful-ispleaseful · 4 months

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Thinking about issei and his horsecock

issei who knows that it’s hard for you to take all of him during sex.

that’s why he’s helping you practice evry. fucking. night. ready to go to sleep? he eases your thighs apart, drizzling cold lube onto your warm fleshy cunt until your folds are slick and dripping, rubbing softly at your clit.

“daddy,” you whisper, squirming at the sensation in your lower belly. “im not gonna be able to fall asleep if you’re inside me.”

"well, sweetheart, you’re just going to have to try your best, aren’t you?"

he positions you, usually, on your side until you’re nestled inside his arms, the tip of cock pressing up against your entrance. your clit pulses with arousal at the feel of him stretching you out, his long, thick cock pushing apart your folds with just the tip, and you rock back slightly as if prompting him for more.

“so eager,” he notes, his voice low and teasing, pressed close to your ear. you can feel your insides throbbing at his words, and an involuntary whine slips from your lips.

“please, daddy.” slick audibly drips from your lubed-up cunt

he’s all too happy to oblige. sinking slowly into your warm, wet, hole, your insides burn at just how big he feels as he pushes in inch by inch; by the time he bottoms out, your legs are trembling from the stretch, mouth slightly agape as drool leaks down your chin. he doesn’t move, instead maneuvering you until he’s embedded as deep inside as possible making you gape around him and gasp for air.

it’s a bit hard for you at first - despite the dull, throbbing pain that has your insides aching, it takes everything for you to not squirm against his cock in search of more friction. your fluttering cunt is practically begging for some kind of stimulation, but he just chuckles, holding you firmly in place, even as slick runs down your thighs and into your ass crack as your pussy makes a mess all over the sheets. you stay in the same position, all tense and wound up, until fatigue seeps into your limbs and your eyelids grow heavy with sleep.

by the next morning, issei’s sure you’ll be perfectly stretched out.

#x reader #smut #black reader #fem reader #female reader #chubbiness #haikyu x reader #haikyuu #haiku #haikyu smut #haikyū!!#matsukawa issei

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sunascumdoll · 2 years

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ʜQ ᴠɪꜱᴜᴀʟ ᴠᴇʀꜱɪᴏɴ

ᴛʀᴜᴇ ᴇᴠɪʟ ɪꜱ, ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ, ꜱᴇᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ.

description: this is just a masterlist of twt videos that remind me of hq boys. all videos will have the kinks/triggers listed.

a/n: big big BIG help to @nekomamiiz for helping me sort some of these videos and come up with titles! thank you so much ily baby mwah.

ᴍʜᴀ ᴠᴇʀꜱɪᴏɴ || ᴊᴊᴋ ᴠᴇʀꜱɪᴏɴ || ᴛᴏᴋʏᴏʀᴇᴠ ᴠᴇʀꜱɪᴏɴ

ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʜQ ᴍ.ʟɪꜱᴛ | ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍ.ʟɪꜱᴛ

Daichi

✩ such a good slut. - daichi fucking his pillow princess. cw // daddy kink, petnames (sweetheart, baby), some degradation (slut), and praise (good girl).

✩ toe curling. - milking daichi dry. cw // riding, light spanks, creampies.

✩ coaxing you. - daichi playing with your pussy. cw // fingering, squirting, kisses.

Kageyama

✩ give me a kiss. - soft dom kags spoiling his baby. cw // cockwarming, kissing.

✩ cling to me. - kageyama toying with your hole. - cw // kissing, cuddling, fingering.

✩ gentle touches. - kageyma fucking your hand until he cums. cw // handjobs

Kenma

✩ level up! - pleasing yourself on kenma’s cock while he games. cw // loud moaning, doggy.

✩ drink your milk, pretty kitty. - sucking your master’s cock. cw // pet play (collar, leash, kitten ears), oral m!receiving

✩ try to focus. - kenma pounding you while you play on his switch. cw // just missionary

Matsukawa

✩ don’t run. - mattsun pinning you and keeping you from squirming. cw // intense orgasm, dirty talk, possible mind break?

✩ messy eater. - mattsun messily eating your cunt. cw // oral f!receiving, spit.

✩ bend over. - mattsun taking you from behind. cw // possible creampie

✩ split open. - horse cock mattsun stretching you open. cw // BIG DICK ISSEI HNGG, breeding/creampie.

Iwaizumi

✩ you got this. - iwa easing his princess’s nerves before a job interview. cw // fingering, titty sucking, car sex.

✩ sound so pretty. - iwa relishing in the noises you make while tasting you. cw // oral f!receiving.

✩ backseat breeding. - iwa fucking you in the back of his car. cw // breeding, riding, kissing, car sex.

Suna

✩ smile for the camera. -

✩ watch me make this pussy purr. -

✩ picture perfect pussy. - missionary w suna. cw // recording, missionary

✩ paparazzi. - suna filming the after math of a session. cw // creampie, spanking.

Atsumu

✩ after practice snack. - atsumu tasting his baby. cw // oral f!receiving, 69.

✩ right here. - fucking you on a table. cw // kissing, creampie.

✩ take a seat. - hovering over tsumu’s face. cw // oral f!receiving.

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rensukei · 1 year

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nsfw 18+ (soft!dom x reader, fingering, daddy kink)

sweet men who baby you—who give you the most precious princess treatment; who call you angel and sweetheart, handling you and treating you as if you're a fine piece of glass just waiting to be shattered. they love taking care of you, love indulging in your hobbies and letting you get next to everything you want. they love seeing your pretty little dainty fingernails polished with the lightest pink you could find on the rack, matching with the small accents on your phone.

these are the same men who drill their fingers into your tight little cunt as tears fall down your cheeks, whines of his name and pleas for him to stop or slow down tumbling out from your kiss-swollen lips because it's all too much as he litters your neck with marks. these are the same men who won't do anything more than mess with your swollen clit until you tell him exactly what you want, tied together with a sweet "please" at the end of your strangled request.

sweet men who talk you through it, phrases such as "i know baby, it's okay" and "be a sweet girl and cum on daddy's cock, yeah?" being ones you know all too well as he pulls yet another orgasm out from your pretty pussy.

shouta aizawa, issei mastukawa, gojo satoru, kaeya alberich, ayato kamisato, sero hanta, kuroo tetsurou

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teamatsumu · 7 months

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kinktober 2023 -> day 7

orgasm denial - matsukawa issei x reader

word count: 873

warnings: regular smut warnings, daddy kink mentioned, slight degradation, swearing

kinktober masterlist

You knew you deserved this. You had been teasing him all night after all. In some capacity, you were even looking forward to it. It had been a long time since you had acted out enough that it warranted a punishment from Issei. And now you realized that time had probably dulled things in your head. Because you had forgotten just how brutal Issei’s punishments could be.

Two hours. It had been two hours of what felt like every emotion and sensation known to mankind coursing through your veins. You had been touched subtly, sweetly, like a ghost whispering against your skin, enough to make you shiver and get riled up, enough to make your nerves buzz in excitement. And you had also been touched roughly, hard, strong hands spanking and slapping at sensitive skin, nails scratching and fingers fucking so hard and fast into you that you had lost all semblance of sanity.

At this point, your vision was swimming. Partly from your tears, and partly from your head being pressed so hard into the mattress that it left you cross-eyed. Your ass was propped up in the air by his other hand, the one not holding your head down, but instead holding your hips up with a grip so bruising you were sure it would leave deep purple marks on you tomorrow morning. But fuck, you couldn’t bring yourself to care about the next morning. You could only focus on one thing, and that was your weeping pussy stretched out over your boyfriend’s huge cock, drilled into submission and with no signs of stopping.

“I-Issei-” You gasped when he hit a particularly deep spot, another tear escaping from your eye and running over the bridge of your nose, only to fall on the sheets under your head. “Issei, plea-”

“No.” Came the nonchalant reply.

Your face scrunched up in disappointment, fingers twisting around the sheets as you laid still, taking the pounding you were getting like a good girl. You wanted, no needed, to cum so bad, but you couldn’t. Not until Issei allowed you to. You knew what would happen if you came without his permission. If this was already messing you up so bad, you couldn’t even imagine what he would do to you if you came without his approval.

You let yourself cry and moan as Issei kept fucking you slow and hard into the mattress, trying not to focus on how fucking good he felt or how close to the edge you were. You sighed when he draped himself over your back, his bare body providing such a welcome feeling against your shot nerves. He hummed into your shoulder, laying a soft kiss on the skin, such a stark contrast to the absolute havoc he was wreaking below your pelvis.

“Issei…” You tried again, clenching around him. You were so overstimulated, you just had to beg. You knew from experience that it wouldn’t be long until you couldn’t hold back anymore, not if Issei continued to shove his cock into you at the same pace.

“Stop asking, baby.” Came his reply, voice raspy against your ear, his breath hitting your skin enough to make you shiver. He thrusted hard and held himself there for a few seconds, letting you appreciate how wonderfully he stretched you out. Your jaw went slack.

“You know you don’t deserve to cum.” He continued, the hand on your head now tangling in your hair, tugging just a bit. “Not after that show you put on in front of my friends. You think they couldn’t tell that you were just tryna rile me up? They’re not stupid, you know? And neither am I.”

“‘M sorry.” You whimpered, barely forming coherent thoughts, but feeling fresh tears prick your eyes regardless. “‘M sorry, daddy. I was just-”

“Being a brat? Wanting attention? Acting like a whore?” His words didn’t sting, in fact they turned you on more and made you tighten around him, and you heard his sharp intake of breath.

“You don’t get anything tonight, babygirl.” He concluded, one hand slipping between your body and the bed to pat at your clit, making you yelp. You were so sensitive, even the slightest touch sent you spiraling. “Tonight, you’re gonna let daddy use your whore body for himself, and if I feel like you deserve to cum after that-” He disengaged from your body and straightened, hands gripping your hips in preparation, “then maybe I will consider it.”

Then, he began fucking you in earnest, pounding your limp body into the bed, reveling in the sounds of your mumbled ‘thank you’s, grateful just at the thought that maybe he would let you cum. He couldn’t help the little smirk that spread on his face at the sound, the notion that even his consideration for letting you cum sent you into a mumbled mess of grateful words, his cock throbbing inside your tight little cunt.

He had trained you well.

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zorosdimples · 8 months

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kae. the people demand to know. which fave has the biggest knot 🎤

beelzebub <3

i’m excluding my non-human faves from the running because i truly believe demon cock is massive!!! and whatever sukuna is packing ain’t fair to the humans, either. there is simply no comparison!

so, if i pool together my human faves, i have to enumerate the individuals with monstrous cocks. i believe it comes down to: madara uchiha, wakatoshi ushijima, issei matsukawa, toji fushiguro, kento nanami, ken ryuuguji, and zoro roronoa.

if i were to base dick size on height alone, the winner would be ushiwaka. if i had to base it on ego alone, it would be maddy daddy. if i had to base it on bias alone, zoro.

as for my impartial answer? toji. man is tall and built like a fuckin’ load-bearing wall! i refuse to believe there is anything but a beast dangling between those juicy thighs.

biggest knot award 🥇 goes to toji <3

honorable mentions go to all the other faves listed and daddy long dick (™️ kendall) kakashi hatake! i have too many blorbos and they all have giant, pussy splitting knots—i simply had to reason my way through this.

#knot size is proportional to dick size in this ask #this was so fun thank you cher!!! i’m giggling rn #and the winner is:#toji fushiguro #if anyone reads all of this…hello hey hi how’re you?#tw a/b/o #tw daddy #tw omegaverse #tw knotting #༄ kae’s mailbox

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imagineanime2022 · 2 years

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Their Child Does And/Or Says Something Mean *Part 2*

Daichi Sawamura X Reader, Koshi Sugawara X Reader, Asahi Azumane X Reader, Kyoomi Sakusa X Reader

Requested: @mpregandmore

Summary: Your the step parent and the kids are being mean.

Warning: Ungrateful Kids, Injury (Sakusa & Daichi), Fight (Asahi)

Part 1 (Toru Oikawa, Issei Matsukawa, Hajime Iwaizumi, Takahiro Hanamaki, Kentaro Kyotani)

*Part 3* (Kotaro Bokuto X Reader, Keiji Akaashi X Reader, Atsumu Miya X Reader, Rintaro Suna X Reader, Osamu Miya X Reader)

*Part 4* (Tetsuro Kuroo X Reader, Kozume Kenma X Reader)

Daichi Sawamura

👮 Daichi wasn’t a reckless person but once he actually became a police officer, the hours just didn’t fit with his previous partner and they ended up parting ways, however she was pregnant at the time. 👮 Daichi loved his little boy, but that didn’t mean that he went easy on him, there were rules he needed to follow and he knew this. 👮 When you joined the family permanently, Daisuke showed that he loved you as much as he loved his parents and for the most part listened to what you asked of him. 👮 There were still times that he pushed his luck and most of the time that was when Daichi wasn't around.

You opened the door for Daisuke as he run into the living room kicking off his shoes on the way, you glanced at him and walked into the kitchen, taking the homework out of his bag and laying it on the table walking into the living room “Daisuke you know the rules, come and finish some of the homework while I cook dinner.” You ordered and he looked at you and fell forward on the sofa. “But I’m tired.” Came his muffled reply. “I know but it’s Friday so you don’t have to do all of it today, I just need you to do some of it okay?” You asked. “Fine.” He agreed before getting up and walking into the kitchen, he sat down at the table and started working at you started cooking, you were about halfway through making the meal when Daisuke balancing on the back legs of the chair that he was sitting on, the kitchen was pretty small so if he fell he was going to hit his head pretty hard. “Daisuke, please don’t do that.” You requested as you continued to cook, “Nothing is going to happen.” He argued. “You could really hurt yourself.” You warned him. “I don’t have to listen to you, you're not my mum.” You turned away for a second and when you turned around you saw that he was doing it again, you were walking over to tell him to stop again when the chair tipped too far, you dove forward and caught the chair and Daisuke before he could hurt himself. “Are you okay?” You asked. “Yeah.” He answered as he looked at you, “I’m sorry.” “It’s alright just please don’t do that again.” You pleaded. “I won’t.” He answered, nodding “Your hand is bleeding.” You looked at your hand and saw that you were bleeding. “Oh don’t worry about that.” You smiled as you walked over to the sink and started washing your hands. “I didn’t mean what I said.” You looked back at him as you waited for you to continue. “I think you and Daddy should get married and then you can be my mum too.” “You think you can get me a plaster?” You asked and he nodded going into the bathroom to get you what you asked for, when he came back you put your hand out to him “you think you can put that on for me?” He nodded sticking the plaster over the small cut, you attempted to pull your hand away but he stopped you pressing a kiss to the plaster before nodding and going back to his homework.

After eating dinner you both watched a movie and ended up falling asleep on the sofa, Daichi came in at 11:00pm he smiled as he walked into the living room, he pressed a kiss to your forehead before lifting Daisuke off of you and carrying him into his room. “Dad?” He was woken up by Daichi putting him in bed. “Hey.” Daichi greeted him, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Where’s mum?” He mumbled and Daichi frowned. “She’s not here.” He answered honestly. “But we were just watching a movie.” He answered, Daichi’s eyes moved back in the direction of the stairs and living room. “(Y/N)?” Daichi asked “she’s downstairs I’m going to go and get her in a minute, you both fell asleep.” “Okay. Night Dad, I love you.” “I love you too Bud.” He said softly walked towards the door turning on the nightlight and then turning off the lamp before closing the door. Daichi then headed downstairs and found that you were still asleep, he turned off the T.V before easily lifting you off the sofa. “How was work?” You mumbled slightly woken up. “Work was fine.” He answered as he walked into the bedroom and gently placed you on the bed leaving you to get comfortable while he got changed, he climbed into bed pulling you over to lay with him, the plaster on your hand catching his eye. “What happened to your hand?” “We had a little incident today but it’s all cleared up now.” You explained. “Whatever you did worked because he called you mum tonight.” He answered and you smiled. “He did?” You asked. “Mmhm.” He hummed “get some sleep, I’ve got tomorrow off so we can talk then.” “Night Daichi, love you.” You mumbled falling asleep again. “Night sweetheart, I love you too.” Daichi said before settling himself.

Koshi Sugawara

🙌 Suga was very much a paternal figure from a very young age. It started with his volleyball team and continued into his professional life so it did not surprise you when he said that he had a daughter. 🙌 You were surprised that he was a single father, Suga was a catch you couldn’t understand why anyone would have let him go, later on in the relationship you found out that his previous partner just didn’t know how to keep her hands to herself. 🙌 Kimiko bumped into you at the supermarket when she lost her Dad, you helped her find him and were surprised to find a hot single father frantically asking if anyone had seen his little girl. 🙌 Suga stayed in contact after that, insisting that he thank you for your help and then asking you on a date afterwards. Kimiko had always liked you but puberty brought it’s own problems.

Kimiko had come home from school, you knew because the door slammed behind her “Kimiko I told you about slamming the door!” You called from the kitchen as you dried your hands. “I don’t have to listen to you, this isn’t even your house.” You heard her say as you met her in the hallway. “Excuse me?” You asked. “You heard what I said.” She said flinging her shoes across the hallway in the direction of the shoe rack. “Can you put those away properly please?” You asked, she just looked at you before shoving past you to get to the stairs, you fell against the wall, ankle twisting as you tripped over the shoes you had asked her to put away. You struggled to the freezer grabbing something to put on your ankle before struggling to sit down.

Suga came through the door 15 minutes later, you heard him shuffling around in the hall and then he walked into the living room “what happened!?” He asked. “Nothing just hurt my foot, it’s nothing I was going to cook dinner in a minute though.” You waved him off but he walked over and crouched where your foot was raised on the table and moved the ice to see the large bruise forming over your ankle. “You won’t be doing anything.” He frowned as he lifted your leg and felt you flinch. “Sorry love, we need to wrap this okay, I think it’s just a sprain but we’ll see what it looks like in the morning.” He said softly “Kimiko!” “Yeah!?” She called back. “Can you bring down the first aid kit please!?” He asked, voice raised as he tried to keep your foot steady. “Are you going to tell me what happened or not?” “I just tripped over her shoes again, it’s nothing.” You waved him off and he looked at you and while you were sure that he wasn’t convinced he didn’t say anything. “What happened?” You heard Kimiko before you saw her but the moment that she saw your ankle her breath hitched. “That’s my fault.” She said as tears gathered in her eyes. “No, I mean you left your shoes out but it was an accident.” Suga tried consoling her as he reached out for the first aid kit, you hissed as your ankle rolled “sorry Love.” “Yes it is, this happened earlier, don’t lie to me, I did this didn’t I?” She looked at you and you sighed tears coming to your eyes. “You didn’t mean to hurt me.” You said softly. “What happened?” Suga asked, gently wrapping your foot. “Earlier-” “No, Kimiko, tell me what happened.” Suga stopped you from talking as he looked at his daughter waiting for the story, Kimiko explained what happened before looking at you. “I never meant to hurt you.” “I know you didn’t.” You said opening your arms for her, she walked over carefully climbing onto the sofa next to you and accepting the hug. “You know how you can make it up to us?” Suga asked as he walked over to sit on your other side. “Hmm?” She hummed. “You can make dinner.” He said as you looked at him and rolled your eyes. “I can still-” “Do nothing.” They both said at the same time. “I’ll cook but you have to make sure that she doesn’t do anything.” Kimiko ordered as she rushed off into the kitchen. “Please don’t be mad at her, she made a mistake and she apologized.” You leaned your head against his shoulder. “I’m not mad at her but she’s still grounded for pushing you.” He said softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Now you rest until dinner is done, I’ll wake you up when it is.”

Asahi Azumane

🪡 Asahi was a bit scatterbrained in life so being a single parent was a challenge for him but he tried his best however when he met you he could not have been happier. 🪡 Akito was young when you and Asahi started dating and so to him it was normal for you to be there and he even thought that you were his Mum. 🪡 When he started in High School people started asking questions about his family and that was when he realized that you weren’t entirely the same as everyone else. 🪡 You guys never meant to keep it a secret but you never got to explain that before he assumed that you had been lying all his life.

You heard the door open and close “When were you going to tell me?” Akito asked as he walked into the kitchen, throwing his bag on the floor. “Tell you what?” You asked. “That you’re not even my real Mum!” He answered and you looked at him in time to catch his glare. “Where did you hear that?” You asked. “You think that I’d never find out!? What happened? Did you just take her place? What happened to her?” He asked as he stepped closer, his hands flinging out and knocking the glass containers on the floor. “You’ll have to ask your Dad what happened.” You answered because the truth of the matter is that you never cared enough to ask, he said that it didn’t end well and you never pushed for an explanation. “No, you tell me!” He ordered as he knocked more glass to the floor, you pulled yourself up onto the counter top to protect your feet as you pulled your knees up to your chest. “I can’t tell you, I don’t know what happened between your mother and your father.” You answered honestly, you could see that he didn’t believe you but before you could say anything else Asahi appeared in the doorway behind him. “What the hell is going on!?” He asked as he looked between the two of you. “When were you going to tell me that she’s not even my real mum? Was she just some woman that you wanted more?” He asked. “Careful what you say.” Asahi warned him as he looked over at you. “You have to tell him, whatever happened he needs to know.” You said. “I can go stay somewhere else for a couple of days or something but you guys need to talk.” “You aren’t going anywhere.” Asahi pointed at you before turning to his son. “You have no right to talk to or about (Y/N) she has raised you since you were younger and she’s never treated you anymore less then her own son, your mother was not a bad person but she didn’t know how to make the right choice and one day she almost got you killed and I had to leave, she’s never tried to find us since.” “She hurt me?” Akito asked. “You remember you always used to ask me about the scar on your shoulder?” Asahi asked and he nodded. “She did that.” “I didn't… I’m sorry… I just didn’t understand why you never told me.” Akito stuttered out as he looked over at you. “It’s okay, are you hurt?” You asked. “No.” He answered “I’m fine.” “Good, go into the living room, be careful as you do, when you get to the door take off your shoes so you don’t walk the glass into the living room carpet.” You ordered. “Can I go to my room?” He asked. “Of course, we’ll call you when we decide what we are going to do for dinner.” You smiled as he walked towards the living room door, he turned one last time. “I’m really sorry.” He said before you heard him going upstairs. “Alright Babe I’m going to come over and grab you okay?” Asahi asked. “Okay.” You answered softly as he walked over. Once he was close enough he guided your legs around his waist and you wrapped your arms around his neck, once he had lifted you off the counter and was holding you tight to his body he could feel you shaking. “It’s alright love, I’ve got you now.” He promised as he walked out the kitchen and kicked off his own shoes before walking into the living room. Asahi walked over to the sofa sitting down with you straddling his waist. “Are you okay?” “I’m okay.” You answered while pressing your face into his neck. “I never meant for this to happen, this is all my fault.” Asahi held you tighter “you could have gotten really badly hurt.” “This was no one's fault, you're both just really emotional people, you were both hurt and you dealt with it differently, we’re all okay and that’s all that matters.” You said softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. “Where are you going?” He asked as you attempted to get up. “I have to clean the kitchen.” You answered. “No he’ll clean up the kitchen, we’ll order something and we can eat in here.” He answered. “We’ll order it in a minute but first just sit with me for a little while yeah?”

A couple of minutes later Akito came back down the stairs and you glanced at him and smiled by now, Asahi had changed position so that he was laying against your chest between you legs, you had taken his hair out of it usual bun and started massaging his scalp which seemed to have sent him to sleep. “He’s asleep?” Akito asked. “Yeah.” You answered. “Are you hungry? Here, pick something.” You handed him your phone, he took it and started to scroll through the app looking at restaurants. “You know you're the best mum I could have asked for.” He suddenly said and you looked at him “anyone else would have hated me after everything that I did today.” “The right people understand why you did what you did today.” You answered “the truth is it was never the right way to go about it. We both know that so how about we leave it where it is and we move on with the promise that we never confront a problem like that ever again.” “Okay.” He nodded. “Promise?” You asked putting out your pinky. “Promise.” He answered with a roll of his eyes.

Kyoomi Sakusa

😷 You honestly have no idea how Kyoomi managed to become a single father and he never spoke about it, you never really asked, there were parts of his life that he was still private about. 😷 Omi was struggling with being a single parent so when he met you and Kyou actually liked you he felt like his life was finally figuring itself out, he honestly couldn’t be happier. 😷 Due to his work Omi was away a lot and that meant that you were left with his daughter and as much her father was a careful and clean person you had learned that she was nowhere near the same. 😷 Now just because Kyou liked you didn’t mean that she didn’t still push the boundaries to see what she could get and most of the time that resulted in you having to put her in her place but there was the small percentage that resulted in someone getting hurt too.

It was a nice day out so you decided to let Kyou play in the garden while you got her dinner ready, you were keeping an eye on her while washing up everything that you used, there was a small part of the garden that you and Kyoomi had been trying to get treated because of the stinging nettles that kept growing there, you asked Kyou not to play near there because of the weeds but today it seemed that was the instruction that she was going to ignore, you noticed her straying towards them and called out to her “Kyou please come away from there.” When she continued to ignore you, you dried your hands and walked over to where she was playing “Kyou, what have we told you about playing over here?” “Not to.” She mumbled. “Come on then back to the other side of the garden.” You ordered but when she refused to move you gently took her hand which she then snatched away from you, you then placed both hands on her waist and lifted her, this was when she started to throw a tantrum, this threw you of balance so you turned yourself so that you fell into the nettles holding her up and away from the plants, you moved as best you could while keeping her away from the plants “alright time to go inside.” Once you were inside, you locked the door and put her at the table “can you eat your dinner while I go clean up?” “Okay.” She answered with a nod as you walked up the stairs into the bedroom.

Kyoomi was just finishing practice when his phone rang “(Y/N)’s calling ya.” Atsumu said after peeking over at the phone laying on the bench. “Hello?” Kyoomi asked, narrowing his eyes at ‘Sumu as he did. “Dad, I think mummy is hurt.” Kyou’s little voice sounded through the speaker. “What happened baby?” He asked as he started grabbing things and dragging Atsumu out of the changing room with him. “I wasn’t being very good, mummy fell in the stingy bush, she said that she was going to clean up but she hasn’t come back yet.” Kyou explained. “Alright baby, I’ll be home soon okay, you wait for me okay?” He asked. “What’s up man, why ya draggin’ me everywhere?” Atsumu asked. “Kyou said that (Y/N)’s hurt.” Kyoomi answered as he unlocked the car. “What happened?” He asked as they climbed into the car. “We have some nettles in the garden, Kyou must have been near them and (Y/N) tried to move her away from them but she fell in, Kyou’s worried because she hasn’t come out of the bathroom yet.” Kyoomi explained. “Well what do you want me to do, you want me to take Kyou somewhere?” He asked. “You guys have to go get cream and antihistamines.” Kyoomi answered. “Don’t you already have those?” Atsumu asked. “Yes.” Kyoomi rolled his eyes “but I need to get Kyou out of the house but she won’t leave unless she thinks she’s helping.” “Right got it!” Atsumu nodded. “Do you?” Kyoomi asked. “Yes I do actually!” He answered.

There was a knock at the door “I’ll be down in a minute Kyou!” You called through the door as you leaned against the sink, trying to calm the nauseous feeling in your stomach. You heard the door open but when you looked up you were greeted with the face of your boyfriend. “Hey Omi.” “Hi Sweetheart, how are you feeling?” He asked, eyes moving over the red and raised skin at the top of your back, shoulders and arms. “It would be fine if the stinging wasn’t making me feel sick.” You answered resting your head against the sink. Kyoomi hummed as he walked over to the shower turning on the water he made it lukewarm before turning back to you, he helped you out of the clothes you were in before ushering you into the shower. “I’m going to get you a towel and some clothes, I’ll be back in a minute.” He promised before walking away. “Where’s Kyou?” You asked when you heard him come back in. “Atsumu has taken her to go and get some things that we need.” He answered as he gently helped you out of the showers drying you off and helping you get changed, he walked you into the bedroom where you were sitting when there was a knock at the door. “Come in!” You called. “Here mummy, I bought the things you needed.” Kyou held up the tube of cream and the tablets while Atsumu carried in the glass of water putting it on the bedside table. “So you thought about my offer, little nurse?” Atsumu asked as Kyoomi passed you one of the tablets and the water. “Are you feeling better mummy?” She asked. “Yeah much better, Daddy helped me clean up and you brought my medicine, I should be better in no time.” You smiled. “So you are going to be okay if I go with Uncle ‘Sumu?” She asked. “Of course Baby.” You smiled “you go have the best sleepover ever, remember Uncle Sho said you could do his hair this time.” “Yeah!” She cheered before running off, Atsumu followed after her. “You should make sure that she gets packed up properly.” You said once Omi finished rubbing the cream into the affected skin. “You’ll be okay?” He asked. “I’ll be okay.” You nodded before he disappeared out of the room, there was a little commotion in her room before she run back in leaning up to press a kiss to your lips. “I’ll see you tomorrow mummy, make sure you rest.” She ordered and you nodded waving as she ran out, a couple of minutes after Omi came back into the room shuffling onto the bed. “You came home earlier than usual, you can go shower and stuff if you wanted.” You mumbled softly the antihistamines were making you drowsy now and he looked at you. “Don’t worry I’ll be here when you get back.” “I won’t be long.” He promised, leaning down to press a kiss on your forehead. “Take your time.” You smiled as he walked into the bathroom to get ready for bed.

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