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musings-and-moans · 2 years

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homewrecker

submission for: @cirigiri's The DILF List Collab (DILF #17 — the friend’s husband) AND for iwaizumi's birthday on the 10th of june. also, this is part 1, part 2 is coming out on the 21st, and part 3 during kinktober <3

features: friend's husband!hajime iwaizumi x mrs. oikawa!f!reader (afab!reader, uses she/her pronouns) | song: homewrecker - marina | wc: 4185 | part 2 | part 3

summary: while hajime iwaizumi is a highly successful athletic trainer, his marriage is in disarray. his wife ended up cheating on him even after having a son, kaito iwaizumi, when she went on a business trip to argentina; with his best buddy, tooru oikawa, of all people. he wasn't the only one who had been duped, though. so were you, tooru oikawa's wife, and with a daughter, melina jose oikawa. you remembered your pent-up sentiments for hajime while comforting each other, and things start to take a spicy turn. | visual inspiration: this artwork by @/novak.rouge on instagram (@beware-of-the-rogue the way you and ella have spoiled me xD) and serena mendoza is inspired by serena van der woodsen from gossip girl (yes i love that show gtfo my case lol /j /lh)

beta readers: @mrskenmakozume @sweetsbysatori (your inputs are so so valuable ilysm <333) | networks: @tokyometronetwork @hanayanetwork

brainstorming: @mxonigirimiya (this wouldn't have been possible without you so thank you so so much *sobs* <33)

content warnings: hq timeskip spoilers, themes of infidelity, suggestive tones, angst, hurt/comfort, usage of swear words (this is so not me lol, i just had a rough couple of days, and this is me venting lol), serena's called a bitch, paparazzi, mentions of body insecurity/dysmorphia (but not reader), the reader having symptoms of depression including having trouble with eating, mentions of consumption of alcohol, sexual tension, slightly dubcon (if you squint at the end) 'cause iwaizumi's speaking in a slurred voice, please lmk if i miss out on any tags

a/n: this took me a lot of while to come up with this lol, because it's writing about my kinnie in a bad light, but it's only for the sake of the plot y'all. but i honestly loved writing this, i'd been in a bad mood off late and i needed to vent out. also, please note that i don't ever condone cheating. as always, likes, comments & reblogs, especially reblogs are appreciated. also, minors please dni, i will block you.

9th May 2021. 7:00pm, San Juan, Argentina

The waves from the cerulean sea kissed your toes as you were sitting near the shoreline in Del Bono with your elbows on the clear sand. The incandescent moon shone light on your shimmery silver dress and sand-covered feet which had become sore after running away from the izakaya after one of your colleagues shared the news where you learned that your husband, the setter of Club Atletico San Juan, Tooru Oikawa, was rumored to have cheated on you with your best friend since university, Serena Mendoza. You heaved a long drawn sigh as you felt something punching your gut as you then sat up with your hands hugging your stomach, writhing in agony, and tears welling in your eyes. Your heart broke for your daughter, as you wondered whether she heard the news about her father, and wondered whether her classmates would eventually make fun of her. She was at no fault of this at all, but was unnecessarily caught in this crossfire.

Wiping the tears from your waterline, for a moment you think about Serena, one of the richest, most popular and good looking girls at the University of California at Irvine, who became your best friend over your course of study at the university. She was regarded as one of the most beautiful girls in your university. Everyone wanted to be her, some wanted to be with her, and you, (Y/N) (L/N), having moved to the States from Japan, had considered yourself very lucky to befriend her.

The day after you two graduated from uni, you two were lying on one of the sands of the California beaches. You let the sand below you cling to you as you wore a swimsuit with every inch of the fabric hugging your skin especially after you’d gone for a swim, while Serena wore her black V-neck one-piece swimsuit, her body and her long, wavy blonde locks basked in the glory of the sunshine, waiting for you to get back. As you two were lying down, soaking in the sun, Serena said, “You know something? Someday, it would be nice for us to get married to a pair of best friends, wouldn’t it?” As the water kisses your feet, you turn to Serena and add, “Famous best friends, maybe? And if we end up getting a high profile job too, someday we wouldn’t have to worry about our life, y’know? ‘Cause we’d be living a life of luxury,” chuckling amongst yourselves.

Boy, how you were wrong.

10th May 2021. 7:00am, Tokyo, Japan

“We now begin this special program with breaking news as we see clips showing the well known setter for the San Juan Volleyball Team, Tooru Oikawa, walking out of his hotel with someone other than his wife. Sources say…”

As Iwaizumi was told by Atsumu Miya, one of his athletes that he was training for the Olympics, to watch the news online through his iPad, the world came to a standstill for him. He was beyond disbelief, seeing his wife and the mother of their son, as the mystery woman who was scuttling inside the hotel with Oikawa’s arm around her waist as he kissed her on her lips. He could make out that it was Serena through her blonde tresses, and the emerald earrings that he gave her for their anniversary.

“Haji,” he heard her calling for him once more, interrupting his train of thought, but the voice that once brought him joy now wrung his heart, causing him to be in profound agony. He turned in the direction of the gradually unfamiliar voice as he noticed Serena walking out of their bedroom in her work attire. She’d seen a little frantic, when she asked him, “Haji, where’s our son?” Furrowing his eyebrows at her, the athletic trainer responded, “That’s not something you needed to know,” then shrugged his shoulders to continue, “given that you don’t care for him anyway, but I’d already contacted my parents to take him in.” Serena widened her eyes in shock, raising her voice, “How dare you! He’s our son! How dare you make such decisions without consulting me?”

Approaching her, Hajime confronted his wife, and replied, “Serena, you lost that right. Not when you chose to go to Buenos Aires for the trip. You lost the right to call me your husband and Kaito as our son, when you decided to fuck my best friend,” raising his voice at the end and pointing a finger towards her. Serena’s mouth gaped wide open as he told her, “Atsumu showed me the news. That bastard woke me up at 7am! I’m glad that he did though, because you cheated on me, and betrayed your best friend, by sleeping with my asshole of a best friend! Oh my god, do you have any idea what she must be going through?” In the midst of the long argument, initially she kept denying it, saying, “No, Haji, that’s so not true. I just met him and caught up with him. That’s all,” and she kept trying to change the topic, but fate wasn’t on her side as she got a ping on the phone from Oikawa. He snatched the phone from her and then saw a notification from the beguiling devil himself. As he opened the phone, the text gave him enough reasonable doubt to confirm his suspicions:

“Serena-chan, what are we gonna do? (Y/N)-chan hasn't seen the news yet, has Iwa-chan? How are we going to explain this without getting caught?”

His olive-green irises started seeing red, but instead of deciding to lash out at Serena, which even she expected, an idea sparked into his head. He took a deep breath and he then proceeded to dial your number. As you lifted the phone, he was met with your ragged breaths and sniffles, as you replied with a lump in your throat, “Hello, Iwaizumi?” For a moment, when he heard you, he felt your heart break along with his, but he knew he had to be strong for the both of you.

He’d known you and Serena since the time you three studied together in Irvine. You and Iwaizumi did not have much in common, but you two were willing to be a part of each other’s interests. You two would watch Godzilla together while you would take him along with Serena out on a drive. Whether it was playing volleyball, playing in the arcade, or sipping on some horchata while gorging on some tacos, you loved to hang outdoors. You two slowly started to become thick as thieves, and you started to have feelings for him.

However, when he confessed one day that he had feelings for Serena, it caused your heart to break inside and you were a little jealous of her, but you had kept all the negativity aside, resigning yourself to thinking that he would never be interested in you to begin with. So, when Oikawa dropped by to visit Iwaizumi, the former ace introduced you to his childhood best friend who started shadowing his idol, the former setter-turned-coach Jose Blanco, when he joined the Club Atletico San Juan, one of the most popular teams in the Argentinian Volleyball Federation.

Tooru had once come across as smug initially, but he eventually captured your heart over you two having a lot more in common with each other, and you had similar experiences growing up. You two eventually fell in love with each other, and you and Tooru and Serena and Hajime got married on the same day. While Hajime and Serena worked in the States, the former gaining American citizenship, you had worked with Serena for a while, until you and Oikawa moved to Argentina, with him gaining Argentinian citizenship.

“Hi, it’s… been a while, hasn’t it?” Iwaizumi asked you, in a softer tone, causing Serena to open her mouth in shock. Taking a long drawn breath, you responded with a quivering voice, “It has, but it’s sad we’re talking under these circumstances.” He nodded, inquiring while Serena widened her eyes, “When did you find out?” Drooping your shoulders, you continued, “I was at an izakaya with my co-workers after we had a successful presentation. Before coming here, it felt really awkward. Many of my co-workers were giving me weird looks throughout the day, until some of them decided to treat me to a drink in the evening. You know that she and I decided to be colleagues in the American Volleyball Association where Kuroo-san referred us before I transferred to Argentina, right? So, I contacted my boss after knowing the news and he granted me permission to work from home. I’ve never done this, Iwa! I take pride in going to work everyday, and I just…”

You couldn’t speak anymore because you’d started sobbing, smearing your makeup. Iwa repeatedly called your name to calm you down, while flashing his hand at Serena to stop her from walking towards him. Having gained your attention, you replied, “I don’t know what to do, I’m going to be booking a cab home as of now.” He then interrupted you by saying, “Before you do that, I think you need to call Oikawa. This needs to be talked about.” Your eyes widened as fear and anger gripped you, snarking, “wait, is that bitch here?” He hummed in response, causing you to respond, “you know what? Let’s do that. Also, please put the phone on speaker.”

While Serena does not move an inch, Hajime put the phone in front of him and turned on the speaker, while side-eyeing at her. After a couple of minutes, a familiar voice was heard out loud. “Ola, mi amõr. What's up? Practice is wrapping up, so I’m on my way home. What do you want for dinner?” The whole room could sense that he was acting like nothing happened. Then you continued, “Tooru, I saw the news. I know that you’re having an affair with Serena.” An uncomfortable silence lingered in the room, before Oikawa breaks it, replying in an act of defiance, “Baby, it's not what it looks like,” when Hajime chimed in, exclaiming with seething rage, “So what is it then, Shittykawa, ‘cause it looks like you're all over my wife!”

Serena then cried out, “Tooru, I did not tell him anything,” with you interrupting her, saying, “Shut up, bitch, no one wants to listen to you!” Tooru was shocked, and he softly replied, “Mi amor, can we talk about this by ourselves, at home? I’m so sorry–” Shaking your head, you retorted, “Nah. You’re only sorry that you got caught. So, either we can’t talk about it at all, or we can talk about it now since you decided to embarrass not just yourself, but all four of us on an international stage. Do you know how many weird looks I got today? Huh? I'd have to call my boss for some days off or to work from home, because paparazzi would probably be fucking hounding my office, putting my job at risk, so I'm at the beach, and I’ll be going back home now, and I’m sure the cameras have reached there too,” you shrug and raise your voice, continuing, “packing our bags, and taking Melina with me to Tokyo, where you’re not going to follow me, do you understand, Oikawa?”

During this time, Oikawa gets a call from Jose Blanco, his coach, and Iwaizumi from Fuki Hibarida, the coach of the Japanese National Volleyball Team. Both of them were urged to put the phone via a conference call, where everyone was present. You muted your side of the call out of respect but didn't cut the call. Instead, you got up, rustled your dress, and booked a cab home. “Oikawa,” Blanco spoke first, “you’re our most important player in the team, so how is it that your dirty laundry is now aired?” Hibarida continued, “we’ve decided to arrange the conference call, because one, we know that you two have been friends growing up, so this better be fixed somehow, and two, the Olympics are on the way and we don’t want any bad press to affect our games. So, you two better fucking get it together or both of you're off your respective teams, because we're not going to risk our image by being associated with that mess.” Nodding with a single tear streaming down his cheek, Hajime responded, “We are so sorry, Hibarida-san and Blanco-san for all the chaos that’s been happening. I’ll be organizing a press conference tomorrow and come clean. I hope Oikawa does the same, because a lot is at stake here, including our friendship, which has already gone to the dogs. Have a good day, both of you.”

When both of them hung up, you unmuted yourself and continued speaking, “I’m home now. I’m telling our daughter that we’re taking an impromptu trip to her grandparents’ place, in Miyagi. Hajime, since our parents live nearby, why don’t you bring your son there?” With a soft smile on his face, he replied, “Already did that, (y/n). It will be nice for our kids to bond. Where will you be staying?”

“I’ll be staying over at a friend’s place,” you continued, “We’ll be in touch, Haji. But before I hang up, I want to ask the both of you something. Tooru, what did she give you that I couldn't? Serena, what did he give you that Hajime couldn’t provide? What could have been so lacking in our respective marriages, that you, Tooru sought it out in not just any woman, but the wife of your best friend for almost 2 decades? The same question goes to you too, Serena.” Both of them sheepishly replied, “I don't know,” making both you and Iwaizumi even more furious. You then hung up and tried to find a way to collect your emotions and move out to a friend’s place with your daughter before you move back to Tokyo the next day.

On the following day, Hajime and Tooru organized a press conference at their respective places, and Tooru was the first to speak, “Good evening everyone. This press conference is being held to come clean and ensure that our Olympic game is not jeopardized. The rumors are true: I did have an affair with Iwaizumi's wife. All of us have known each other since college days, and Iwaizumi and I grew up together. So, this in no way excuses my actions, or our actions. We were drunk, we acted impulsively without thinking about the impact it would have on our partners We are sorry—not only to everyone we disappointed, but especially to our partners whom we betrayed in one of the most intimate ways. Having said that, it was a one time thing that never should have happened, and all we can do is ask for forgiveness,” half-lying in the end. Then Hajime continued, “Our families request privacy as we figure out how to move forward after this scandal. So, I hope that all of you will respect our decisions in this matter. And to those who are fans of the team and of the sport of volleyball, I request that this isolated incident should not affect your love for it at all. Above all, we’ll always be fans of the sport, no matter what. The press conference ends here.”

Days have passed since you moved out of Argentina back to Tokyo, and you and Hajime had told Serena and Tooru that you two were separating from the both of them. Upon reaching Tokyo, you’d contacted your childhood friend, Tetsuro Kuroo, who was now a sports promoter at the Japan Volleyball Association, who gave you a separate house to live in for a couple of days, and was even willing to refer you for a spot in the JVA, should you wanted to come back to work. You responded, saying that you would think it over. In the meantime, Iwaizumi moved out of the house and contacted his other best friends, Issei Matsukawa and Hanamaki Takahiro. “Bro, we’re really sorry that that happened and you can stay with either one of us,” Mattsun replied over the phone, “however, Oikawa was lying about one thing. It was not a one time thing, Iwaizumi. They’d been sleeping with each other even when you all were just dating.” Hajime felt a sinking feeling within him when he learnt of the dirty little secret.

Despite all the four settling with each other in different countries, Oikawa and Serena had a secret that neither Hajime nor you were aware of. Even though Tooru and Serena loved you two a lot, enough to want to start families with the both of you, they loved each other differently. The secret glances they shared, the trips they would secretly take to meet each other, the marks they had to hide and everything else surrounding their years of tryst were oblivious to you two. They were never caught, except by some of his Argentinian friends who tried to convince him to stop the affair, until now. Mattsun had eventually learned of this the month before the press leak, when he ended up snooping through Oikawa’s phone when he’d come to Japan for some time before the Olympics. Mattsun told Makki and while the both of them confronted Oikawa and told him to inform Hajime, he said that he would, but since they knew that he wouldn’t, Makki left an anonymous tip to the press who started tracking them, hence the press leak. The day of the press leak, Oikawa lost his cool when he saw the only DM from Makki ‘cause they’d usually talk over the phone: “I hope you enjoy explaining your affair to the press, Oikawa :D”

The first few days went by very drearily, causing you to weep profusely. This affected you so much that it caused you to have sleepless nights and bouts of overeating and not eating at all. You were scared to go to work again so after a couple of days, you contacted your boss saying that you wanted to work from home until the situation died down. So, you started slowly gaining your energy back, and with employing a couple of self-care options, you were slowly feeling better yourself. This didn’t stop you from suddenly thinking about the whole situation without it constantly pricking you. You’d told Tooru that you wanted to be separated and you wanted time to think for yourself and the custody of your daughter. It was especially hard when you’d be in touch with your daughter and you were not able to say anything to her just yet. She may have your hair and your features but she had Tooru’s eyes, and it pained you to see her brown irises and be reminded of him.

With Hajime, it was different.

In any case, he kept to himself anyway. Nonetheless, people did still know him as an athletic trainer, and through a couple of viral videos of him working out, he was also referred to as a “DILF.” He never missed looking in the mirror since he started working out consciously and living a healthy lifestyle, and he was proud to see his muscle mass growing in the right places. As he raked his fingers through his hair, he would flex his biceps and admire the physique he was trying to build for himself.

He was not ashamed of the way he looked. It may have bothered him that he was shorter than Tooru, but he was happy with how he lived. He was aware that Tooru was more popular with girls than he was. However, whenever Serena complimented him and told him that he still looked attractive and that she was lucky to be with him, he became much more at ease. But with her having cheated on him, he suddenly felt a sinking feeling in his stomach, realizing that she may have been lying. He suffered a significant blow to his self-confidence, not only as a partner but also as a parent and a person. The moments he felt like not working out, he would skip it, but would be chided by Mattsun, Makki, and you.

Everyday you’d check in with Hajime to figure things out as to how you two would be able to cope with everything. You were able to convince one of your old friends who work in the grocery store to deliver the groceries to Hajime so he could avoid the paparazzi, and since Kuroo gets his groceries delivered anyway, you don't have to go out either. This wasn’t just to calm everything down, it's also to salvage your images because you didn’t want people to pity you as the left-behind partners. You two were much more than that. Because life had been kicking the both of you hard, while you two were occasional drinkers, your quantities eventually started increasing. You two somehow found a way to sneak to each other’s houses without garnering unwanted attention. Even if it was for a brief moment, you two indulged in a temporary escape with each other, ignoring the reality that was haunting the both of you.

One day, at his house, when you two were watching a comedy movie while hogging on some popcorn together, while laughing, your hand subconsciously landed on his thigh and then your eyes turned to each other. Your heart started to beat faster as your eyes landed on his. Ragged breaths were echoed throughout the room, as he closed the laptop. As he was cupping your cheeks and drew your face closer, he asked you slowly, gentlemanly, “(y/n), can I please-” and as you were about to give in to the temptation, your phone buzzed causing you to jolt from your carnal trance as your daughter called you. Sensing that you needed time to think about all that just happened, you told him that you were leaving and that you’d meet him later.

As you finish speaking with your daughter, while driving back home, your mind then lingers back to the first time when you first saw him at the university's recreation center, his dark brown, spiky hair caught your attention and then his green eyes which truly captured your attention. In discussing the intramural tournaments with him as you were interested in signing up, you found his toned figure attractive. You were standing at the registration desk when Serena grabbed your arm and whispered into your ear, “oooh, did you notice the dickprint on his shorts? Because that looks so satisfying,” and you did notice a slight bulge in his shorts as you glanced over at him.

He seemed to get the memo when your gaze meets his, as he winked at you, making your cheeks flush as you parted ways. Ever since then, over the years, whenever you touched yourself, as your fingers ran over your clit, everyday, even when you were married to Tooru, you still kept thinking of Hajime as you imagined him calling you, “baby,” as he thrusted himself inside you. You were scared to tell Serena about how you felt for him because they told you individually, and out of respect for both of them, you kept your feelings aside and you genuinely started to like Tooru, but you couldn’t stop thinking of Hajime. How could you? You were truly in love with him.

9th June, 2021. 11:30pm

You realized that it was Hajime’s birthday coming soon, and no sooner did you think about him, than you were immediately reminded of the moment you two had shared when you two almost kissed each other, causing your cheeks to fluster. You’d wanted him for so long, but never got to act on the feelings, but that day, when your lips were about to meet, you realized that you haven’t had sex in so long. Your marriage with Oikawa had fallen apart at its seams, and while you had been thinking of getting back to him for your daughter, that moment with Hajime made you realize that you’d rather have the athletic trainer more than the setter.

Having then downed a few glasses of wine, and craving to be intimate with him, you put your lacy underwear under Hajime’s oversized volleyball shirt, turned on your vibrator, placed it over your clit, and felt the vibrations run through you. Initially, you moved the tip of the toy slowly up your entrance before you let it enter you, then you increase the speed. You were fondling yourself, bursting out in a series of moans when you heard a knock at your door. As you awoke for a brief moment and wondered what was happening, you kept the vibrator on your bedside table. You ran to the door, opening it with your eyes wide and shocked at who was there. The former ace mumbles in a slurred voice, picking you up as he wraps your legs around his waist. He takes your cheeks to bring you closer and begins to kiss you.

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mrskodzuken · 2 years

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This is my entry for @arlertslove's I'm Sucking Off A CEO! collab (which I took it literally lol), my first (and last, unfortunately... hopefully) NSFW art featuring Bouncing Ball Corp. CEO Kozume Kenma. I've worked my ass (and puthy) off sketching and digi-coloring it since last Sunday. Thank you @tetsukentona @beware-of-the-rogue for helping me come up with spicy and witty dialogue for this hot one-panel art piece *drools* <333 tagging @hanayanetwork @tokyometronetwork

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jotatetsuken · 2 years

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dear theodosia

≡ submission for: @mrskenmakozume’s “Oh, My Daddy” Collab <333 and my gift to Kento Nanami for his birthday ♥️ (kento nanami’s birthday special)

⊹ kento nanami x mrs.nanami!afab!reader (uses she/her pronouns) (sfw, slice of life, angst, fluff)

⊹ trope: established marriage, new parents ┊ wc: 1930

≡ inspiration: dear theodosia - leslie odom jr.& lin-manuel miranda and that would be enough - phillipa soo & lin-manuel miranda from the hamilton soundtrack; this video that was shared to me by @/mrskenmakozume (i urge y’all to please listen to the songs to understand the atmosphere)

≡ warnings: fear of parenthood (from both sides), pregnancy, reader is undergoing symptoms of postpartum depression, pet names (baby, love, sweetheart, I think?), majorly fluff (please lmk if i miss any more tags)

≡ beta reading: @benkeibear @mxonigirimiya (thank you so so much <33)

≡ networks: @tokyometronetwork @hanayanetwork @downtown-roponggi

≡ notes: happy birthday to my former salaryman turned sorcerer. ever since i started thinking, dreaming, watching and writing about you, i’ve fallen more in love with you every day. i know not everyone thinks of you as a favorite character, and it’s totally okay. here’s to finding someone like you irl <3 when dear theodosia played in my head, idk why but i so thought of nanami, and i had to do something regarding this. also, there is definitely a tatsu reference in this :D as always, likes, comments, and especially reblogs are appreciated.

Present Day

“Congratulations, Nanami-san! It’s a girl!”

Time stood still in the delivery room for Kento Nanami as he tried to process the news the OBGYN had delivered. Not only were you and the baby okay, but you also gave birth to a baby girl. That too, on his birthday. He’d wanted it for a long time, and now that it was coming to reality, he felt his heartbeats pacing rapidly.

His head then turns to you, as you lie there, heaving and panting with your hands splayed on your tummy, as your gaze fixates on him. He then runs by your side, holding one of your hands, tears welling up in both of your eyes, as you two shed tears of joy with the best news you could’ve heard in a long time.

As the nurse immediately placed the tiny girl in your arms, you smiled at the baby, gently rocking her to put her to sleep. Both of you look at each other and at the baby as you break the silence, softly muttering, “Kento, we did it! She’s here! How are we going to…”

He then puts an arm around your shoulder, bringing you closer to his chest, shushing you calmly as you feel the rhythm of both of your heartbeats returning to their normal pace. He responded softly, “Baby, we’re in this together, and we’ll get through this together.” Remember when you told me when we were expecting and how both of us were scared?”

You nodded in agreement, “Yes, and I couldn’t imagine having anyone else to join me on this rollercoaster ride other than you. Now we have her.” He smiles at you, responding, “Yes, we do. We’ll give the world to her and, someday, she’ll blow us all away.” When you return to the room, you chuckle. “Kento, how funny that you loved that song so much that you sang it to her while I slept!” His mouth gaped wide open, exclaiming, “What?! There's no way you could have known,” and raising an eyebrow. Throwing a knowing smile his way, Kento understood that you blurted it out of him, causing a tint of blush to dust his cheeks.

Three years ago,

The salaryman-turned-jujutsu sorcerer knew very well that it’s a cruel world we live in today, with the balance of good and evil always being tipped either way. In the aftermath of all the cases he investigated and the amount of tears he had to wipe away, coupled with the personal losses he had to endure, had caused him to harden his heart towards the possibility of pursuing a family, let alone a romantic relationship.

However, when you, a fellow jujutsu sorcerer, came into his life, he became so enamored with you that he realized he had to stop feeling that he couldn't provide for you. So, during your years of courtship, both of you worked harder than ever, and you realized that you wanted to be with each other for the long term.

One day, weeks into your engagement and months before your wedding, the two of you had discussed whether parenthood was something that was in the plan for the both of you. You then told him, “Kento, I’m not sure about being a mother. You see, the news that’s been spreading around everywhere? That scares me. It took me a while to even commit to you, let alone commit to raising someone. In addition, we're jujutsu sorcerers, and our jobs require us to be ruthless and cutthroat, so it's really difficult to demonstrate kindness and compassion. “I'm not sure if I'm ready to have a child yet”, to which he replied with a small sigh, “That's okay, baby. Whatever you decide, I’m there for you.”

You narrow your eyes at him, in confusion and say, “So, are you saying that even if I plan on not giving birth, or not having kids at all, would you still love me?” He then nods in agreement and responds, “Yes, because we have each other to love. I am irrevocably in love with you, flaws and all. In this world, as I’m a man, I’m supposed to be protecting you, especially from the world’s cruelties, but you’re someone who doesn’t need to be protected. You’re someone who has a heart that’s big enough to accept me. The fact that you chose to marry me, someone who thinks they’re unworthy of love, is, in fact, a miracle in itself. So, as a couple, we’re supposed to face what’s in front of us. Whenever you decide you want one, I’ll be ready, and even if not, I’ll still be here. We’re a team, and we’ll be a team, regardless. I’ll work hard to spoil you the way you spoil me.” This causes you to smile in awe of your husband-to-be as you hug him, thanking him for giving him the space you need.

Years after your summer wedding, in October, when you told him you were expecting, he got so teary-eyed that he vented about how scared he was to be a parent, more so than you, but you held his hand and assured him, “Kento, it's okay to be scared about being a parent. Being a parent is a lot of responsibility. I'm sure you'll do superbly, however. You are good with Yuuji, aren't you?” Kento’s friend and his senior at Tokyo Jujutsu High, Satoru Gojo, had entrusted a first-year high school student, Yuuji Itadori under his care, and as Yuuji came over a couple of times, both of you had been watching each other, and that’s when you realized that you needed to tell him that you were expecting.

Kento sighed and went back to sit on the living room couch to read a book. When you started humming and walking to him, sat by his side and sang a couple of lines while holding his hands, “I don't pretend to know the challenges you're facing, the worlds you keep erasing and creating in your mind, but I'm not afraid. I know who I married. So long as you come home at the end of the day, that would be enough—”

You stopped singing as you noticed Kento smiling at you while holding your hand and looking at your ring. With another hand behind your head, he brought it closer so that your foreheads touched each other, as both of you silently communicated that this was a new phase in your lives, one to endure together.

Three years later,

Ever since your little girl was born, as happy as you were for her birth, you have slowly retreated into a shell, unable to take care of yourself, let alone your child. Days, weeks and months would pass where you’d have sleepless nights, not feel hungry on occasion, and space out in situations, like the one time you let the milk boil over for too long, and with you especially having difficulty bonding with the baby, causing her to cry more. There were moments in your spacing out that even caused you to miss her first steps, and her first word: “Mamma.” Thus, there was more of “dadda” ringing in the house, than “Mamma.”

Kento, sensing that you were not your usual self, requested an extended paternity leave and rushed to your aid, taking care of the baby and encouraging you to go for therapy. A new normal was then established where he became a househusband like someone familiar, preparing your tiffin, pushing you to go to therapy to provide a change in environment for you, taking care of the baby by feeding her milk, changing her diapers, and putting her to sleep.

While with you, he didn’t lose his cool, and was very soft-mannered and kind towards you, but stern when he needed to be. He would hug you constantly, bathe you when you were unable to do so yourself, helped you vent out your feelings, and in the months that you were getting better, slowly, you even observed him singing “Dear Theodosia” to her to sleep.

An unexpected smile appeared on your face as you remembered the time you were expecting. As you were half asleep, your baby girl kept moving around, so he splayed his hand on top of your tummy and sang to both of you to lull you both to sleep, “Dear Theodosia, what to say to you? You have my eyes, you have your mother's name. When you came into the world, you cried and it broke my heart. I'm dedicating every day to you, domestic life was never quite my style. When you smile, you knock me out, I fall apart, And I thought I was so smart.”

He then hummed for a moment looking at you with a smile, and continued, “If we lay a strong enough foundation, we'll pass it on to you, we'll give the world to you, and you'll blow us all away. Someday, someday...” His gaze shifted to you, and he could feel the rumbling in your womb subsiding and heard you snore softly as you both fell asleep.

You then realized that you were missing around the house and the joys of being her mother, and you decided to try to be there for her. So, Kento encouraged you every day, teaching you to prepare the formula, to change the diapers and bond with her, and the ways she nowadays likes to sleep.

That slowly provided you the confidence you needed to bond with your girl. You started holding her with confidence that was gradually building up, causing her to smile at instances. You got her to hold your finger while trying to walk, and that eventually lifted your spirits.

One day when your three-year-old girl quietly entered your bedroom, she crawled up to your bed, and lay in between Kento and you, starting to sniffle. “Mamma, dadda,” she whispered, causing the both of you to open your eyes, and Kento responds to her softly, “Yes, sweetheart, tell me, did you have a bad dream?” She nodded, sniffling. You stroked her coiffed blonde hair in order to calm her down. That’s when an idea popped in your head.

You then asked, “Is it okay if I could sing you to sleep along with your father? I noticed that you like to hear him sing to you, but I was wondering if I could join in.” Your daughter nodded, responding, “Yes, Mamma.” Your eyes brightened reflecting the incandescent moonlight coming through the window. You then began singing, hesitantly, with Kento eventually joining in, and then both of you joined in together.

After that, you told her, “Goodnight, my baby, you’re our pride and joy,” and then you softly hear reply, “Night night, dadda,” and then, “Night night, Mamma.” You tried moving around to sleep, but then you felt a tug on your sleeve. You turned around, and realized that your daughter not only fell asleep, but also clung to your arm, for the first time in three years.

This caused you to gleefully smile at your husband as he mouthed, “I’m so proud of you, love.” As you replied, mouthing out a “thank you,” you turned to each other, caressed each others’ cheeks and you two fell asleep. You smiled to yourself, being thoroughly grateful that you have the father of your child by your side who not only carried you through your hard times, but took care of your daughter, and helped you reconnect with her. Truly, he was one of a kind, and you were in immense awe of him.

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Vigil

A/n: Another collab with my tumblr bestie @endeavours-jockstrap.

Tags:pro hero AU, rivals with benefits, bdsm

CW: male masturbation, sexual fantasies, Dom/Sub dynamics, bondage,face slapping, pussy spanking, hate sex(kind of, can be seen as dub-con its really not tho), cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, orgasm denial, edging, overstimulation, aftercare, pet names(bunny), choking, aftercare

WC: 8.9k

Taglist: @shibuyawardnetwork @hanayanetwork @planetonet @http-404-error-unknown

Shinsou wants to either die or sleep. Whichever comes first.

He trudges into his apartment just at the break of Dawn after the longest night patrol ever—seriously, fuck this shit.

He drops his duffel bag, takes off his shirt, and collapses onto the couch for those precious three hours a night of sleep.

It feels like he only just fell asleep when he hears his phone beep. He feels his fucking eyeballs clench when he fishes the phone out of his pocket and squints at the name.

“Fuck” he answers it, “Hello?”

‘Briefing in thirty minutes,’ Aizawa says plainly, then hangs up.

Shinsou has a mini tantrum and flails so hard that he falls onto the hardwood floor. But he has to get up eventually and go to this stupid meeting.

“Morning Shinsou,” a sidekick greets

“Don’t perceive me,” Shinsou growls, gripping his patent black and purple MindJack™️ thermos so hard he’s sure it’s cracked.

He marches right up to the elevator, punches the top floor button a few times out of frustration, and chugs his black coffee.

The briefing has already started, so he just slinks into the seat next to some random young hero and watches the slideshow.

“What’d I miss?” He whispers to the guy

“Just something quick, some villains and vigilantes we’ve got to keep an eye out for.”

Shinsou nods half listening and already falling asleep with his head in his hand.

Aizawa presses the remote again, and the following figure comes into view. Some cute chick with long braids and a mildly annoyed expression standing on top of a big building with a silver baseball bat.

‘She’s cute. I’d hit that,’ Shinsou thinks.

He doesn’t realize everyone is looking at him weird

“What did you just say?” Aizawa cocks a brow

Wait, did he say that out loud?

The guy next to him is trying so hard to hold in his laugh

“Uhhhh, I thought we were playing smash or pass,” Shinsou laughs nervously

Aizawa just shakes his head and mutters a quiet ‘idiot’ before turning back to the presentation

Shinsou buries his face in his hands, “I’m so tired.”

The guy next to him leans over, “Not gonna lie, I’d hit that too.”

“Please leave me alone.”

Aizawa keeps him behind after the briefing, slapping the folder on the table.

“So….smash or pass?”

Shinsou resists flipping him off, “Look, I’m exhausted because someone didn’t let me sleep after an all-nighter.”

“That’s crazy, anyway, since you’re so keen on hitting her, you’re assigned to bring her in. She usually operates downtown. Good luck”

“What’s her quirk?” Shinsou asks while looking through the folder.

“We’re not sure yet. But she’s skilled in hand to hand so be careful.”

“How hard could it be?”

And now here he is, sitting on top of some cafe with a warm coffee in his hand and his voice modulation mask around his neck.

“Fuck I need a nap,” he groans before sipping the coffee, “Needs more sugar.” He says, even though there’re already ten packets in there.

It’s a slow Saturday. He’s watching people down below go about their day. He’s even caught a few walks of shame.

“Must be fucking nice,” he mumbles when he sees one girl holding up her sparkly dress with one arm and her shoes under the other. She had a good night.

He hasn’t been laid in over a year, and it’s starting to get to him.

Stupid hero work.

The sound of police sirens tore him away from his coffee as police cars raced towards a bank maybe two blocks from him. Yet, nobody besides him noticed a figure jumping from rooftop to rooftop away from the scene.

Using his capture weapon, he swung from his spot above the cafe after the hooded figure. Landing on the rooftop they just leaped on, Hitoshi shot his capture weapon at the thief. “Stop!” he growls, wishing to get this over with so he could go get some sleep.

Staring at the villain, he noticed them wave their hands as the weapon missed them completely and fell to the floor, not responding to Hitoshi's movements. What the hell?!

“So this is the hero supposed to catch me? Guess robbing a bank does draw attention.”

“Save it for jail, Villain.”

“How can you catch me without any handcuffs or a weapon, ‘hero’?”

Turning around, you grin wickedly as Hitoshi recognizes you from the debriefing.

“Catch you around,” you snicker before jumping off the roof.

“Wait!” he shouts, running after you, and looking at the alleyway, only to see no trace of you.

“What the fuck?” Shinsou groans. There’s no way you disappeared into fucking thin air. Maybe that’s your quirk?

He picks up his scarf and examines it. Why didn’t it work on you before? It was as if it just…gave up.”

He scratches his neck and realizes his mask is still around it. So he forgot to use his quirk…..

“I just want to fucking sleep!” He yells into the air before stomping away to finish his patrol.

The following Monday, he’s on evening patrol with the same over-sweetened coffee order. Monday nights are usually quieter, with people resting up for work the next day. Well, they would be calmer if he didn’t have a partner as loud as a foghorn.

“I’m so frickin’ excited to be in this part of town!” Tetsu beams, knocking his knuckles together, “Usually I’m stuck with Red but wow I can’t believe I’m with you. You’re so cool, bro. And the view up here is awesome!”

“Mhm. Thanks. Let’s just be a little quieter. I kinda got a headache.”

“Oh yeah, right. No problem!”

It lasts all of two minutes before Tetsutetsu starts rambling on about something that makes Shinsou’s eye twitch. He could just use his quirk, but that would be a dick move, so he endures. Scanning the streets below, he notices a hooded figure walking away from a jewelry store. The items in their open duffel bag shimmered in the light before dashing as the alarms went off.

“Oooh, first catch of the night!” Tetsu grins, hardening his skin and jumping off the roof towards the figure that appeared on the roof, two buildings over. “Let's go!”

“Be careful—fucking idiot,” Shinsou scoffs, running after him.

Shinsou unravels his scarf and launches the end at you, but just like the other day, it misses you completely and falls flat to the ground, refusing to move.

“What the hell?” He tugs it, but it doesn’t budge, “How are they doing that?”

“I don't know what's wrong with your scarf, but we'll stop them with good old-fashioned brute force!”

As Tetsu slammed into the concrete roof, you jumped onto the next building, tripping over your feet and nearly falling.

“Gotcha,” Tetsu smirks, getting ready to jump at you, skin silver and hardened. You hold your hand out, and he freezes mid-air.

“Wha—what’s going on?” He stammers as he flails helplessly. “Mindjack?!”

Shinsou watches from afar as you flick your wrist, and Tetsu is tossed at him. He manages to jump out of the way before he gets crushed. Staring at Tetsu and your outstretched hand, his eyes are wide as saucers as Tetsutetsu gets up and starts swinging at him. “What are you doing?”

“I don’t know?!” Tetsu yells back, still swinging, “I can’t move my body, it’s like….I’m not in charge of it.”

You wave two fingers, and he kicks at Shinsou, managing to just nudge his ribs.

Shinsou thinks through the options of what your quirk could be and how he could stop it. You didn’t do it to him, so what makes Tetsu so unique? He glances at your moving hands, then at Tetsu, who’s still bright silver. Maybe—

“I'm sorry for this Real Steel.”

“Sorry for w—” his eyes go white.

“Turn off your quirk.”

Tetsutetsu goes back to his regular lightly tanned self. As Shinsou expected, he falls to the floor, no longer being controlled.

“Dammit,” you whisper.

“I’ve figured you out!” Shinsou yells at you. “Not so tough now!”

Rolling your eyes beneath your mask, you flip him off before running towards the other rooftops and jumping into an alley. Shinsou chases after you, but when he looks down, you’re already gone.

“Fuck!” He tugs his hair in frustration. “How the hell does she keep doing that?!”

He goes back to a dazed Tetsutetsu, “Hey, you okay?”

“I think so, your quirk is super weird bro. It’s like everything—”

“Goes purple and white, yeah I know. Whatever. Can we get back to patrol so I can just get some sleep?!”

“You don’t have to yell at me,” Tetsu mutters.

“Listen, I haven’t slept in three days, three! And now Aizawa won’t let me until I catch fucking metal woman over here who, apparently, is some fucking Houdini and just disappears into thin air,” he presses the communicator in his ear, “Eraserhead? Her quirk is metal control. There, now it’s registered. Can I go sleep now?”

‘Roger that,’ Aizawa’s voice sounds in his ear, ‘I’m assuming you caught her then?’

Shinsou punches the air a few times, “Negative. She got away.”

‘You know what that means then’ The static stops crackling, indicating Aizawa was offline.

“I’m going to kill him. I’m seriously going to kill him.” Shinsou groans and picks up his scarf, “Let’s go.”

“Roger that!” Tetsu springs up, already feeling better.

“Where do you and Red get all this fucking energy?”

“Cause life is the best booster shot.”

“……..ok.”

“Good morning, MindJack!” A sidekick greets Shinsou when he enters the agency, “You look…….how are you?”

“Exhausted,” he grits out, stepping into the elevator and punching the top floor button.

When it opens, Aizawa is already waiting for him in the hallway.

“Morning,” he nods.

Shinsou just walks past him.

“Someone had a long night.”

“Oh? Oh! ‘Long night’, he says, the same person who’s been making me bust my ass for the past week. I’m living off 3 hours of sleep, sugar, and cheap coffee.”

“You get used to it, kid.”

“Don’t fucking call me kid, I’m a grown-ass twenty-two-year-old man.”

“Who still sleeps in cat boxers and Mr. Snoozy the bear.”

“Fuck you da—Eraserhead. He doesn’t sleep on my bed anymore.”

“Uh-huh. Anyway, got a new side mission for you.”

“Finally! What is it?”

Aizawa holds up a yellow folder, “Undercover at Lilac Gardens. Some villains have been spotted going in there a few times so I want you to investigate tonight.”

“Lilac Gardens huh? Sounds cute. I’ll check it out.”

After a long day of paperwork, Shinsou gets ready to go to the Lilac Garden on the other side of town. He tries his best to look inconspicuous in his leather jacket, black band t-shirt, dark ripped jeans, and a black beanie to hide his bright hair.

The outside is dark, with the name in purple neon lights on the front. He pushes the door open and immediately regrets it.

“Fuck me,” he sighs wearily and walks in. The name does not match the interior. It’s seedy as hell and crawling with villains. Maybe he should’ve brought backup.

He walks up to the bar, tugging his black mask down.

“Whaddya want?” The bartender asks, putting her hand on her hip.

That voice. It can't be. Looking up at the bartender, he hid the shock behind his eyes as he looked at the woman he’d been hunting for the past week.

“Dude, I don’t have all night,” you tell him, “Order or get the fuck out.”

He squints and scans the options on the shelves behind you, “Rum and coke. Aren’t you supposed to check I.D before serving customers?”

“Ew, you a cop or something? ”

The clamoring of the bar stops to a standstill as they await his response, your piercing glare the only thing in front of him.

“Nope. Just….new to this side of town.”

Much to his relief, the regular ambiance returns.

“... right. Rum and coke.”

He exhales when you turn around and start making the drink, waving your fingers to float the spoons and tumblers.

“Neat trick,” He comments, “What’s your quirk?”

“You ask a lot of questions,” you put the drink in front of him, “Not a good idea here.”

“Seems like I should be, considering I'm arresting you after your shift,” he whispers low enough for you to hear.

You squint, looking him over, “Ah fuck, you found me. Try anything funny and everyone in here will skin you alive.”

Shinsou takes the drink and sniffs it, “You’re not slick, what’s in here?”

You shrug, “Don’t worry, it won’t kill you.”

He puts the drink aside. “I don't trust you. Did you poison it?”

“Maybe. Now, you can stay here and do whatever it is you're supposed to do or get out.”

“As long as I catch you, I finish two missions at the same time and I finally get to sleep.”

“Damn they’re putting you through the wringer, huh? You look dead. Tragic.”

He rolls his eyes, “Can I have an actual drink?”

“I don’t serve narcs. You want a drink, the toilets are filled with piss by now, enjoy.”

“God, you’re a bitch.”

“You flatter me,” you faux swoon, “I did some research on you, y’know? Pro Hero MindJack. Lame ass name by the way.”

“So you know I could make you walk out of here handcuffed with no resistance?”

“Why haven’t you?”

That’s a good question. Why hasn't he used his quirk on the girl before him? Maybe he wanted to chase her and arrest her the ‘old-fashioned way’, or perhaps it was something else.

“Also, can’t use metal, dumbass.” You wiggle your finger at a spoon on the counter, and it twists into a curled ball, “That scarf of yours has some kind of alloy in it. Imagine my fucking surprise when I found that out.”

“So….. you had no idea that would work and just went for it?”

You shrug and move from behind the counter to pack up some glasses from the tables, then come back.

“So how long have you been doing this?”

“Bartending? About three years now.” You say while loading the dishwasher.

“And petty crimes?”

“A year. Bartending wasn’t cutting it.”

“Is it interesting? Any stories to tell?”

“Like I warned you earlier, quit asking questions. It won't end well.”

“I’m trying to fit in.”

“Ugh,” you put a pint glass down and spray something pale yellow and fizzy from the nozzle into it, “Here, drink this and shut up.”

“What is it?”

“Ginger Ale.”

Hitoshi sniffs, then sips, wincing at the tang from the bubbles, “Wow, tastes like medicine.”

“Ginger ale is used as ‘medicine’ in some cultures. Great for sore throats which I’m sure you have considering your quirk and all.”

Looking at the glass, Hitoshi raised his hand to grab it and tilted his head back, sleeve falling towards his elbow, revealing a sea and a venomous cobra inked onto his left arm and the words ‘don't talk to me’ on his neck in big black letters.

You reach out and lightly poke his bobbing Adam’s apple. He snorts and chokes, drawing a few stares from some patrons.

“What was that for?!” He hisses, wiping his nose with his jacket sleeve.

“No reason, just felt like it,” you laugh. “Worth it though considering you’re planning on arresting me.”

Oh right…. That’s still supposed to happen.

Rolling his eyes, he gives you a sliver of a smile when he hears your laugh. Fuck, that's adorable. Adorable? She's a villain. You can't fall in love with a villain. Right?

“Anyway MindFuck, my shift is almost over. So you wanna catch me outside or cause a scene here and risk it all?”

He glances around at the numerous villains whose faces he’d always seen in folders and on screens.

“Outside works,” he settles.

“Good choice.”

A little while later, another girl comes in to relieve you of your duties. You take off your apron and hand it to her before stepping out from behind the bar.

“Alright, the safest place for you to work is the roof so—“ you point to the ceiling and quickly disappear into the back room.

Hitoshi drops a couple of bills on the counter and rushes outside, looking up at the roof.

“Better hurry up, MindFuck!” You yell down at him.

“It’s MindJack!” He yells back.

“Probably shouldn’t be saying it out loud like that in front of the bar, stupid.” Your face backs out of view.

“Dammit.” He unravels the scarf around his neck and shoots it towards a nearby lampost, the end wrapping itself around the hanger. Landing on it, he jumps towards the roof and lands on his feet like a cat.

“Flashy,” you scoff, crossing your arms.

“Are you going to come quietly?”

“Kind of impossible. Don’t you think so?”

He registers the joke and blushes, “I hate you.”

“Damn, my feelings,” You fake hurt and put your hands over your heart, “Anyway, to make it easy for you, I won’t fuck with your scarf. Can’t guarantee you'll beat me though.”

“Hmph. We’ll see. So any more rules?” He asks, thinking he could use his quirk on you, “Before you try to run can I ask you something?”

You stay quiet.

“No response? You were so chatty earlier.

You shrug.

“Yup, you’re the worst.”

You turn on your heel and stand on the edge of the roof. Shinsou steps forward, waiting for your next move.

Turning around, you wink at him before jumping off the ledge and rolling onto the next roof of the building next door. “Catch me if you can MindFreak.”

“Oh, now you talk!” He chases after you.

Grinning wickedly, you keep running, occasionally bending metal out of your way and moving a pipe just before Hitoshi manages to get where you once were.

“How the fuck are you so fast?!” He pants, launching his weapon and instead snagging a piece of pipe you toss at him, “This is destruction of public property y’know?!”

“Not my problem, troll doll!”

Stopping for a moment, Hitoshi glared at your retreating figure before shooting his scarf at the closest thing near you to swing on. Troll doll?! Seriously!

The cat and mouse game continues. You easily dodge his weapon as both of you run across the roofs.

“This is getting ridiculous,” Shinsou grunts, his lungs on fire. He sees his opening when you reach the end of your path and stare down at the busy street, the other ledge too far to jump to.

“Fuck, my back,” he wheezes quietly and catches his breath, “Okay, end of the line, sweetheart. Come with me, you're under arrest. There's nowhere to run.”

You scan through your options, then turn to stare at him and pout before shrugging and holding your hands up in surrender.

Shinsou hesitates. No way you’re giving up that easily, but he’s too tired to care right now.

“I’m kinda sad it’s got to end like this,” you say, “I’ll see you around.”

“Wait….what?”

You wave your hand, and his scarf wraps around his arms and torso, pulling him to the ground.

“Oh come on!” He writhes on the floor, “Forgot about that.”

You walk up and look down at him, a smile on your face, “You a little tied up?”

“Thought you said you won’t fuck with my scarf?”

“I lied.”

You clench your fist, and the scarf tightens around him, “That should hold you for a while. I’ll see ya around.” You walk away from him.

Shinsou wiggles some more, trying to get loose, “You can’t leave me here! Come back. I need to take you in.”

A loose end of his scarf hooks over his mouth, effectively silencing him. Your upside-down face comes into view, “You talk way too much, dude.”

He glares up at you, thick brows furrowed deeply.

“Anyway, this was fun. Maybe we can do this again sometime. Buuuutttt since you wasted my time—“ you squat and start rummaging through his jacket pockets, pulling out his wallet. You open it and scoff, “Really? Nothing? Fucking broke ass. Oooh, who’s this?” You look at the small photo of a tired-looking dark-haired man standing with Shinsou, “Cute, is he your dad? I’d totally bang him.”

He protests and tries to sit up, but you put your boot on his chest and continue tossing the contents onto the floor, only pocketing a few coins. Stealing his beanie, you wink as you step backward away from his tied-up figure.

You throw the wallet on the ground next to him, “Alright, bye MindFuck! See ya around.”

Shinsou tries to yell at you, but the gag around his mouth muffles it. You jump down out of view, and he hears your footsteps running off. He relaxes and stares up at the night sky, wishing he was dead.

Minutes later, he feels the scarf loosen snug for him to get free and stand up. He gathers up his wallet and stuffs it back in his pocket before pulling out his phone. A few taps later and he sees the blinking purple spot. It was a dumb move to steal his beanie, considering he had a tracker in it in case something were to happen to him. But boy, is he grateful you did.

“Gotcha.” He smirks at the screen.

Groaning to himself, he takes out his earbuds, jumps off of the building towards the alley, and walks towards the street. Making his way towards the bus stop, a squeaky voice calls out to him.

“Mommy! Look! It's MindJack!”

“That's right, it is.” The tired woman tells her child.

“Can I have your au-autagaph? I’m your biggest fan!”

Hitoshi smiles tiredly. “Sure kid. What's your name?”

“Kaede.”

“Nice to meet you Kaede. What should I sign?”

Kaede jumps up and down before getting a crude crayon drawing he made of himself and Hitoshi from his little backpack. “Sign this, peez?”

Nodding, he takes out a pen from his utility belt and writes right underneath the purple drawing of him:

‘To Kaede,

My number one fan and future hero.

-MindJack’

Kaede smiles eagerly, hugging Hitoshi's thigh before putting the drawing in his backpack.

“Tank you,” he giggles before running towards his mother, who nods and smiles at Hitoshi.

Hitoshi waves tiredly before stepping into the bus, putting his mask over the lower half of his face, and rides home.

After about twenty minutes, Hitoshi face plants onto his bed, groaning loudly out of exhaustion and stress.

This is all her fucking fault! I swear the next time I see her, I'm gonna—

An image of you on your knees, between his thighs with your eyes rolled back flashes in his mind. No. He shouldn't, but he was so stressed out.

“I just need a shower, Yeah that’s it.” He begrudgingly gets out of bed and strips down to his boxers, tossing his clothes into the already full hamper.

Another image of smooth brown skin tied with black rope flashes behind his eyes.

“No! We’re not doing this!” He yells into the empty apartment.

He takes off his boxers and steps into the shower, letting the almost scalding water run over him.

Sighing gently as the hot water ran over him, he couldn't stop thinking about you despite the self-declaration he had just made. Your laugh, the way your hands move while you’re using your quirk, your pretty face. Everything.

Maybe the exhaustion is finally catching up to him because Hitoshi didn't know when it started. Still, he slowly wrapped his hand around his length, stroking himself to the thought of you on his bed, tied up in a harness made from his scarf at his mercy. The thoughts of you screaming his name mixed with moans and pleas of “faster! Harder!” flooded his senses as he stroked faster before eventually painting his charcoal black shower walls a murky white.

Okay, no big deal, he just jacked off to the thought of having sex with a villain….

That’s normal, right?

He watches the white disappear down the drain and quickly finishes up the shower. He’s still plagued by the thoughts even after he crawls into bed and shuts his eyes to get ready for the few hours he’s going to sleep.

He thinks of how satisfying it’ll be when he finally gets you and takes you into custody. He can almost see the smug look on your face disappear into mild annoyance or maybe fear? Would you struggle? God, he hopes you will just so he can tie you up some more.

“…….dammit!” He hisses and kicks the sheets off when he

suddenly feels too warm. He lays on the bed spread-eagle and stares at the ceiling, forcefully willing himself to go to sleep to no avail.

“I hate her,” he mumbles as he shoves his hands down his boxers and grips himself, stroking it to full hardness, “I hate her.”

He shuts his eyes and thinks of you tied up in front of him, arms behind your back and legs open and bound in a frog tie.

‘You got me,’ fantasy you mocking him, unable to close her legs because of the intricate rope holding them open, ‘Whatcha gonna do now, MindFuck?”

Shinsou fists himself to the thought of fucking you in that same position, his scarf around your neck tight enough to keep you still but not too tight.

Are you a crier or screamer?

A creamer or a squirter?

Do you shake and shiver when you come and gasp his name?

He hopes it’s all of the above. He really does. Not that he’d find out anyway.

The Shinsou in the fantasy pulls out and paints your skin with streaks of white just as he cums in real life, staining his boxers and hand. Maybe you’d let him finish inside to avoid this mess.

“Fuck,” he breathes, his body suddenly too heavy to do anything. He looks at his messy hand and cringes, “This is so fucking dumb.”

“Shinsou….Shinsou? Hitoshi!”

Shinsou snorts awake, lifting his head from the desk to look at Aizawa, “Huh?”

“Sleeping on the job? Thought I raised you better.”

Shinsou yawns loudly, “I’m fucking exhausted. You had me infiltrate a villain's bar without telling me last night.”

“All part of the job kid, you didn’t submit any intel though. Why?”

“I didn’t…..get anything interesting. They drink, eat, and shoot the breeze. I’d wait a while before you try to sting it, I think they were on to me.”

Aizawa hums, “Alright, I’ll take your word for it. What about metal quirk girl? Any news?”

Shinsou swallows dryly, “……no. Nothing yet.”

“That’s too bad, all the best. Hizashi is making your fave tonight, kushikatsu. I’ll leave it in your apartment.”

“Thanks, Dad,” Shinsou smiles.

Aizawa pats his head before leaving the office. As soon as he’s gone, Shinsou pulls out his phone and opens the tracking app, watching the purple dot move around. He’s approximated where you live, but he’s not sure what to do yet. A sting or a solo mission?

He’s already made his decision.

You clutch your phone to your ear while you unlock your apartment door, listening to your sister ramble about her day.

‘—I’m still not allowed to use my quirk, though,” you hear her pout.

“Damn, that’s too bad. I bet it’s pretty powerful now,” you smile and shut the door behind you.

‘I can bend forks now!’

“That’s great, soon you’ll be just like me,”

You flick the light on and put your backpack down on the small table you eat at and start rummaging through the fridge.

“Yeah, I just got home from work so I’m about to eat. So I’ll call you later. Love you, byeeeee.” You pop open the Tupperware and plate the leftovers, putting them in the microwave.

As you wait, you make a realization. Where’s Whiskey? He always greets you when you come home and purrs as loud as a truck. The window isn’t open, so he couldn’t have snuck out.

Before you can turn, you feel your hands get tied behind your back, immobilizing your fingers and wrists. You’re yanked onto the floor, hitting your head on the hardwood.

“Jesus, fuck that hurt!” You groan, looking at the ceiling.

A head of purple hair comes into view, “Boo.”

You frown up at him, “How did you find me?”

“I have my ways,” he watches you struggle a bit in the scarf, “Don't bother trying to control it. I switched to silk.”

“Ugh, dammit.” You roll onto your side, “Where’s my cat?”

“In your room with some catnip.”

“So what now? You take me in and I get locked up? Mission accomplished I guess.” You sigh.

“Mmmm, not exactly.” Shinsou yanks you to your feet, “I thought I’d do a little interrogation.”

He pulls you to the small couch and seats you down while he sits on the coffee table in front of you, knees spread, “So why do you do it?”

“What?”

“Robbery. Petty crimes.”

You chuckle, “Some of us have needs that a nine to five can’t fulfill.”

“But you still stay in this dingy ass apartment.”

“Hey, it’s not much but it’s my home.”

Shinsou hums, clearly annoyed, “I can’t fucking stand you, y'know.”

“Feelings mutual, MindFuck. Just take me away already if that’s what you wanna do.”

Shinsou squints, “Tell me who you steal for.”

“I’m not—“ your mind goes blank; the only thing filling it is purple and white smoke.

“Mhm, tell me why you steal.”

“My sister is in school in America so I pay for her tuition with the stuff I steal,” you explain in a monotone voice.

“Where are your parents? Tell me.”

“Dead. Villain attack five years ago.”

Shinsou’s jaw tenses and he lets you go. You gasp loudly and double over, dry heaving, “Wha—what was th-that?”

“My quirk. Takes some time to get used to. It’s kinda jarring not being in control of your body,” Shinsou drawls, “So…your sister huh?”

He sees the worry on your face, “Don’t talk about her. She doesn’t know anything.”

“Mhm.” He thinks for a second, “I’m not arresting you.”

“You’re not?”

“Nope.”

“…..why?”

“I feel like….it wouldn’t be right. I know what it’s like to be alone, believe me. I’m not taking you in.”

You give him a once over, “There’s a catch, isn’t there?”

He shrugs, “No catch. Like I said I’m not the one who's gonna arrest you but I’ve been assigned to you so as long as I’m on your ass, no one will come looking for you.”

You relax a little, “I see. Okay, whatever. Is that all?”

Shinsou smirks, “Nope. You fucked up my sleep schedule for a week and a half, I deserve compensation.”

“You are broke. I could give you a quarter of what I get from my heists if it's money you want.”

Looking down at you, tied up and struggling in his scarf, spurred him to move closer. “Mmm, not exactly.”

“So what do you want from me?”

“One, for you to take three days a week off so I can finally fucking sleep. And two, payment for the sleep you stole from me.”

“But you don't want money….”

“There are other ways to pay, sweetheart.”

“H—No.”

“You don't even know what I was gonna suggest.”

“I’ve dealt with enough skeezy people to know what you mean. I’m not fucking you. I’d rather go to jail.”

“First off, I'm not that bad. Second of all, it's either this or I leave and call another hero to take you away. What about your sister and poor little Whiskey?”

“Shut up…”

“Whiskey would probably get thrown into the streets and your sister would get tossed out of school. What would happen to them then?”

“I said shut up!”

“Look, I can make it enjoyable for both of us. Blow off some steam. Whaddya say?” He holds his hand out.

“Really?” You stare at it.

“I’m not untying you until you say yes. And don’t try anything cause I have a friend who’ll be alerted if anything happens to me.”

“Ugh, you and your limp dick can go fuck off.”

“Wrong answer.”

“…fine.”

“What was that?”

“I said okay.”

“Good girl.”

Feeling your brain reboot for a second, you stare at him as he starts to untie you.

“W-What did you call me?”

“I said you're a good girl.” Seems like she has a praise kink. Noted.

Reaching into his backpack, he pulls out a small paper packet and another separate sheet, “Alright, let’s go over some things. Basic Dom/Sub etiquette.”

“I’m not a bottom.”

“You are with me. Like I said, basic etiquette. Hard limits, safe words, all the normal stuff.”

You take the paper and go over the list with a small box next to each item, “There are a bunch of options.”

“Always need to be thorough.”

You go over a few times, “I mean….all this is fine just don’t….piss or shit on me. And no blood.”

“Cool. So sign the bottom there and we have a deal.”

You hold your hand out, and a pen flies into it. You sign your name and hand it back to him, “There, I signed your dumb contract. Now leave.”

Placing the papers back in his bag, he shakes his head and smirks at you. “Not yet. You owe me. Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

Hitoshi got up, making his way towards your bedroom to pick up Whiskey, move him out of the room, and clean up the bed.

When he left the living room, you got up and stuck your tongue at the corner he passed. Stupid hero. Who the hell does he think he is?!

You pick up Whiskey, your brown and white shorthair who wobbled in a few minutes after Hitoshi left, from the ground, the poor kitty on a catnip high, “Ugh, my poor baby. You’re conked out. Did the mean man get you high?”

Scratching underneath his neck. You kiss his forehead before putting him down on the counter for him to ride out his high.

“Didn’t I tell you to stay on the couch?” Hitoshi growls into your ear.

“Holy fucking shit! When did you get here?” you shout.

“Language, bunny.”

“Bunny?”

“You’re always running around, and your ears twitch like a bunny’s when you’re annoyed. So yeah, you’re my little bunny.”

Rolling your eyes, you turn around as he cages you between him and the counter.

“Don’t give me attitude, Bunny.”

“Or what?”

Hitoshi pulls you into a soft yet passionate kiss, cut short by you slapping him and pushing him away. Chuckling quietly, he touches his cheek, lilac hues glaring at you. Before you could blink, his hand was wrapped around your throat, his thumb and index finger pressing above your pulse point. “Try that shit again, bunny, and this won’t end well for you.”

Breath hitching at the motion, your eyes roll back at the unexpected pressure on your neck, a very dull heat forming between your thighs.

“Oh, does my bunny like this?” He taunts.

You wheeze when his grip tightens. Your hand grips his sturdy wrist, but it doesn’t budge.

“You do, considering you’re squirming. It’s cute. Keep doing it,” Hitoshi orders.

You want to stop just to spite him, but the arched eyebrow and the piercing gaze he gives you stop you from doing otherwise.

“When I tell you something, you do it, understand?”

Nodding frantically, you gasp as Hitoshi scoffs and slaps you.

“Hey!” You protest, cheek stinging.

“Use your words, bunny.”

“Asshole,” you huff.

Increasing the grip on your neck, he glared at you as your eyes crossed a bit. “Look at you, gettin’ off on this. Try again, bunny. What do you say?”

“Y-yes, sir.”

“Good bunny. Now follow me. I’m not done with you yet.”

You’re jerked back when he lets your neck go. What the fuck was that?

“I won’t ask again, Bunny.”

Staring at him, you try to catch your breath before yelping as his scarf shoots at you and wraps itself around you before Hitoshi drags you along the floor towards your bedroom.

“Goddamn, you’re such a fucking brat. You’re lucky I like brats.”

“Hooray for me,” you mumble, words dripping in sarcasm.

“Keep using that sharp tongue of yours, and I’ll gag you, ya little shit.”

After he turned around, you stuck your tongue out at him. Furby head ass bitch…

Plopping you on the bed, you stared at him cross-armed as he smirked at you. “Quit lookin’ at me like that!”

Hitoshi grinned. “You never said quirk usage was a no for you.”

You stay quiet, still glaring at him.

“We had a deal.”

“Ugh, fine. Just—“ your eyes white out.

“Strip,” he orders.

“Yes, sir,” you drone.

Stripping off your shirt and leggings, you stand before him in a violet lace bra and black lace underwear.

“Heh. Cute. I didn’t say stop. Keep going.”

Palming himself over his pants as he watches you unclip your bra from the back, slide it down your arms, and drop it onto the floor. Shimmying your underwear down your cocoa skinned thighs, you stand before him, waiting for his next order.

“Other way, bunny,” he says, twirling his finger around, stopping his movements. “Hand me a rope from my bag.”

Reaching into the bag, you pick out a yellow rope, and you mindlessly hand it to him as he examines it. “Nice color choice. Now stay still. Hands behind your back.”

You turn around and stay as still as a statue following his command. He ties the rope into a box tie, wrapping it around your forearms, shoulders, wrists, and breasts, squeezing them and smirking as you let out a shudder.

“Sit on the bed. On your knees, bunny,” Hitoshi smirks. “Don’t hurt yourself, though.”

Carefully lowering yourself, you sit on your knees as Hitoshi puts your legs in a frog tie.

“Good bunny, you look so good like this. You should see yourself.”

You gasp and regain control of your body, feeling the tug of the rope on your skin.

“What the fuck? What is this?” You try to move your hands, but they’re secure behind you, “Why am I not surprised you’re into this kind of shit?”

“Such a foul mouth, my feisty little bunny.” He coos, reaching out to squeeze your cheeks together in a pout, “What are your safewords?”

“Huh?”

He lets your face go, “Safewords. What do you say if you want me to stop or slow down?”

You stare blankly at him, “I don’t have any. Never needed them before.”

“Do you know what the traffic light system is?”

“Kind of.”

“Red means stop everything. Yellow means slow down or wait, and green means keep going. Got it?”

“I guess. It seems easy enough to remember.”

“So, what’s your color now?”

“Uh, green?”

“Green, what?”

“Green, sir.”

“Good bunny.”

He pulls you in for another kiss, softly gripping your face, smiling when you kiss back tentatively.

Placing a hand on your neck, he cups the side of your face while letting the other trail down your body, resting on your thigh. Flinching gently when he feels your teeth nip his tongue that he tries to force into your mouth, he pulls away as you look up at him with a smirk.

“Brat,” he growls, popping you in the face with one hand and slapping your folds with the other. “Behave, bunny.”

“Ngh,” you groan when his hand harshly slaps your pussy, the sting making you jolt on the bed.

“Feels good?” He teases, smacking you again until you’re squirming.

“No!”

“Then why’re you getting wet?” He presses two fingers to your hole and feels the slick there.

“I…” you whine as his thumb toys with your clit while pressing his fingers against your opening.

“Answer the question, bunny~.”

You laugh breathily, “That’s how pussies work, dumbass. What, you a fucking virgin or you’ve never gotten a girl wet before?”

Your mocking laugh is cut off when he smacks you across the face again, hard enough for your cheek to burn.

“Ow! Okay, I’m sorry! I’m sorry, sir,” you whimper.

“Good, you’re learning. What’s your color?”

“….green.”

“You need to be sure.”

“Green, fucking hell!” You snap at him, “Just get it over with already.”

“You’re not enjoying yourself?”

You look away briefly, face warm, “I am. Can you just…..tie my hair back? It’s getting annoying.”

Hitoshi nods, cutting a spare piece of rope and using it as a makeshift hair tie for your braids.”Better, bunny?”

“Yes, thank you, sir.”

“Good girl,” he praises, “But you still need to be punished for that mouth of yours and for the ten days of sleep you stole from me.”

“What?! No that wasn’t my fault!” “Yes, it was. I was assigned to you, and now you’re part of my caseload so, yes, it is.”

“What do you want me to do?”

Removing his shirt, capture weapon, and undershirt, he chuckled as you gaped at his chiseled body covered in the most random tattoos.

“Take a photo. It’ll last longer,” Hitoshi snickers, booping your nose, watching it twitch from the sensation. “You really are a bunny.”

Looking away as your face grew much hotter, you tried focusing on something else in the room, only for him to tilt your head up, forcing your gaze back on him. “Eyes on me, little bunny.”

Nodding at his instructions, his eyes softened momentarily before removing his black cargo pants, revealing jet black boxers with gray cats on them.

“Cat boxers? Really?” you snicker as he grumbles.

“Oh, shut up,” he snaps.

You bite your lip to stifle your laughter, “Sorry, sir.”

“It’s alright. Now,” he huffs, adjusting himself to sit you at the head of the bed while he maneuvered, lying flat on your sheets on his stomach. “Be a good bunny, and pay me what you owe.”

Squirming against the binds which held you, you felt your skin flush against as Hitoshi’s face got close to your folds. Playfully blowing on your clit, he chuckles as you jolt slightly. His lilac pools catch your brown ones for a moment before winking and focusing on your clit, licking around and beneath the bud. Pulling away, he kept licking and occasionally sucking until he pulled away, licking a stripe from your opening up to your clit. “Having fun, bunny?”

Whining softly, you looked up at your bedframe, trying to think of anything else until his tongue slipped inside as his thumb rubbed harshly at your bud.

“Fuck!” you shout and try to close your legs but the rope holds them far apart.

His laughter vibrated against your folds as he pulled away, tongue toying with your folds as his pointer finger inched its way inside you, curving itself against your g-spot, gently pumping in and out of you.

“MindJack!”

“Call me Shinsou or sir, Bunny.”

“Fuck, sir, please!” you cry out. “Don’t stop!”

Hitoshi smirked at your pleas. “Since you asked so nicely, I’ll listen to you this time.”

Pumping his finger faster, he slowly pushes in a second, steadily lapping at your clit as he pushes both digits at a rapid speed, relishing in the sounds of your soft sighs and moans. Gasping at the knot forming in your stomach, you whimpered loudly, arching your lower half into Hitoshi’s touch. “Fuck, I’m gonna come!”

Hitoshi pulls away just as you announce your impending orgasm. “W-What?”

“That’s one.”

Hitoshi stole four more orgasms from you with just his tongue and fingers.

“What’s your color?” He asks, caressing your tired thigh Panting heavily, you stared at him, whimpering as he pulled away from your folds, his lips glossy with your essence, “G-green”

Lightly fondling your breasts, he teases one nipple, softly biting the flesh of the other. Pulling away when you try to get some friction from the sheets, he grips the elbow of the rope tied between your neck and breasts, pulling you close to him in a seated position.

“You don’t get to cum, unless I say so, bunny.”

“Yes, sir,” you shudder.

Gripping the binds tightly, he removed his boxers, revealing another tattoo that says: Taste the Rainbow on both his thighs with arrows pointing toward his bulge. Jesus fuck, he’s big. “Now, I’m finally gonna put good use to that sharp tongue of yours. Open wide, little bunny.”

Looking up at him, you sigh softly before opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out as he groans at the look before him. Finally got this brat right where I fucking want her.

Resting the weight of his dick on your tongue, he stroked it gently before gripping the ponytail he made for you earlier. “Suck, bunny.”

Taking him into your mouth, you hum gently as Hitoshi hisses at the sensation.

“Such a, fuck, slutty, bratty bunny I have. Your mouth feels so good. Just like that,” he grunts.

Looking down at you, he grips the ponytail he made, he grips the base, hand covering it and the back of your neck.

“Stay still, bunny. Just, lemme use your throat.”

Moving your head a little faster, Hitoshi starts using your mouth as a fleshlight, ignoring the sounds of you gagging quietly. He presses all the way in so your nose is brushing the short purple pubes on his crotch.

“Look at me,” he mutters then groans when your teary eyes focus on his own. Your tongue snakes along the underside of his shaft, teasing the veins winding along the bottom. The action makes thick strings of spit and precum drool down your chin and chest but the weight of his dick in your mouth is so satisfying, you can’t help but moan around it and rock your hips trying to get some friction from the sheets.

“Fuck, almost there bunny. Oh, shit!” he gasps and pulls out of your mouth, stroking his dick over your face until the first spurt of cum hits your nose. You open your mouth for the rest, the tang landing on your lips and taste buds. Licking away what you could, Hitoshi pants heavily while you catch your breath, “Ugh, drink more water.”

“You try getting any work done with barely any sleep,” he grumbles back, “Coffee is all I have.”

“Uh-huh. Are we done?” You ask, still upset and would right from being edged and the rope is still digging into your skin.

“Oh, so you don’t wanna come, then? I could just leave you here, all tied up.”

“No! No wait! Please, sir. I want you to. I wanna cum.” You squirm.

“Mhm,” he hums nonchalantly, “Do you deserve it?”

“I—“ you hesitate, “Yes?”

“You don’t sound sure.”

You try to kick your feet but they’re held tight to your thighs, “Yes! I’m sure. You can’t leave me like this, please! Shinsou, fuck me. Ruin me. Um, yellow.”

“Woah, hey, calm down,” he rubs your shoulders, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I’m just…. really horny right now and you’re killing me over here.”

“Breathe, bunny,” he coos.

“(Y/n),” you mumble.

“What?”

“That’s my name. You can call me (Y/n).”

“Beautiful name for my beautiful bunny.

“You’re so fucking cringe,” you chuckle.

“Shut up, you like it,” he smirks.

“Nope, still can’t stand you.”

“You sure about that,” he chuckles, pulling you up to look at him.

“Very,” you smirk leaning in.

Neither one of you remember who initiated the kiss but it was sloppy, messy, and yet somehow so romantically passionate, it would make your teeth rot at how sweet it was.

Pushing you down onto your back, Hitoshi pulled away, looking down at your flustered form. “You said you wanted me to ruin you, right Bunny? I’ll ruin you, alright.”

Feeling the butterflies flutter in your stomach, Hitoshi dipped his head, nipping at your jaw with a grin before starting on a hickey near your pulse point, grinning at the soft moan you gave.

“You clean?”

“Kind of too late to ask since you already stuck your tongue in there,” you muse, “Yeah, I am.”

Continuing his hickeys, his hands trailed down your body, groping at your breasts before fondling your cheeks.

Tapping himself against your clit, he shuddered as he slowly ran himself along your entrance before slowly pushing in with a deep groan. “Fuck, bunny,” he sighs as you pant from the initial stretch. “You’re so tight.”

After a minute or two of getting used to him, you nodded your head, giving him the okay to start moving.

Moaning as he starts thrusting, you gasp when he starts hitting that spot inside you while toying with your clit.

“Fuck, Shinsou, please!”

“Tell me what you want, bunny.”

“Choke me,” you mewl.

“Oh?” he hums, gripping your throat just as he thrusts back in, steadily increasing and relieving the pressure in tune with his thrusts. “Little bunny wants to see stars, hmm? I can do that. Be a good girl and take it and I’ll make you see the whole. damn. galaxy.”

Crying out at his statement, you felt your eyes roll back as the edges of your vision slowly turned black. “Fuck, sir, please. I’m close. Wanna cum! Wanna cum so bad.”

“You deserve it, bunny, go ahead. Make a mess on my cock, sweetheart.”

The rapid thrusts mixed with the stimulation pushed you right over the edge. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” you shout, coming down from your high.

But he doesn’t stop. He’s still keeping the same cruel pace and you’re starting to curl into yourself from overstimulation but the rope keeps you spread out.

Shinsou gropes your framed chest, pinching one nipple and smacking the other a few times.

He watches his dick move in and out of you, white cream collecting at the base and staining his pubes.

He throws his head back and groans, “Fuck I needed this. Your pussy’s fucking amazing.”

He shoves himself nice and deep at the last word.

“Shit!” You shout when you feel his tip push your poor cervix, “That hurts!”

“You know how to make it stop,” he squeezes your throat again to hear you wheeze out a curse. His free hand moves from your hip to smack you across the face again, “You’re so goddamn annoying,” he grunts.

You frowned at him, lips swollen and parted, “You too, sir.”

He chokes you again, gritting his teeth when he feels you clench around him and your pussy fluttering wildly.

Your body jerks and shakes when you cum again, high-pitched moans of his leaving your lips.

Hitoshi, not too far behind, pulled out, finishing on your stomach. “Goddamn, that was…”

“Amazing,” you slur.

“You okay, Bunny?”

You hum and sigh loudly, eyes fluttering closed.

Shinsou gets to work untying your hands and legs. You groan in relief when you can finally control your limbs and curl up on the bed, hugging your shoulders.

“I’ll be right back, okay?” He tells you in a soft voice, rubbing your thigh.

“Mm.” You respond sleepily.

He leaves to check your bathroom for a washcloth to clean you up with. He runs it under warm water and comes back to wipe you down.

“I feel like a baby getting their diaper changed,” you smile tiredly as he cleans between your legs, “Now I see why they shit all the time.”

Shinsou chuckles and cleans himself up too, “You did great,”

“Mm,” you hum and reach over for the oversized shirt you sleep in, “I’m gonna have a crick in my neck for days because of you.”

Shinsou puts on his pants, “You good?”

“I’m great,” you wave dismissively,covering yourself with your blanket, “You using the front door or window?”

“Window,” he pulls on the rest of his clothes and picks out the pamphlet from earlier, “If this is gonna be a consistent thing,I really need you to go over these so I know your limits.”

“Ugh,” you groan,rubbing your face, “Like I said,just don’t piss or shit on me and I’m cool.”

“Still,this is a binding for both of us so just check the boxes. I’ll come by and pick it up when I have time.”

You yawn and mumble something along the lines of a positive response, shutting your eyes.

Shinsou leaves the papers on your nightstand, packs up his stuff and makes his way to the living area.

Whiskey meows at him from the ground, green eyes stuck in a hard glare.

“Sorry little buddy. It was necessary.” Shinsou reaches down to scratch his ear before opening the window and climbing out onto the fire escape. Just as he shuts it, his phone pings with a message from Aizawa asking how his patrol was going.

Shinsou takes out an energy drink from his backpack and texts back a simple ‘fine’ before hopping up onto the roof to continue his patrol.

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delivery boy! Kenma x gn! reader

warnings: greasy delivery boy kenma, implied sex for money, free use, pet name (kitten), throat fucking, hints at dacraphylia, cum swallowing, cum facial

a/n: headcannon style writing. stemming from a lil chat with @xshinigamikittenx who always fuels my corn thoughts.

delivery boy! Kenma who’s a little greasy from working too much and dark eye circles decorate his face from late shifts

delivery boy! Kenma who pulls to your house, parks a little sideways up the grass in the front lawn with a large pizza in hand

delivery boy! Kenma who’s breath hitches a little as he swallows hard when you answer the door in your white shirt and pretty panties.

he can’t help that you didn’t leave much to the imagination. A soft smile trails across your lips when you see him with your order.

“Oh, I need the cash for you. It’ll be a moment, why don’t you come inside?”

He knows he shouldn’t, he’s on the job. What if his boss finds out? But the way your hips sway when you turn to walk into the kitchen for your wallet has him trailing behind you like you’ve got him on a leash

delivery boy! Kenma who sets your order down on the table to fix his hair underneath his company hat. but freezes in place when you push your chest against him from behind to take it and place it on your own head.

“How cute, it looks good on me right?” A light giggle comes out, your breath hitting against his neck, goosebumps cascade along his skin.

“Seems I’m a little short on cash though. How can I pay you?” You look up at him through dark lashes, and an all too convincing pout on your plump lips.

delivery boy! Kenma who can’t help but get hard at your statement. You look so beautiful and eager to please, and besides, what the others don’t know can’t hurt them right? He can’t help the unashamed moan he lets out as you trace your fingertips down his thigh.

delivery boy! Kenma who gets a little annoyed because you should know better but who is he to say no? You have to pay him back somehow.

“Since you’re so eager, why don’t you get on your knees for me?” He smirks a little as he places a hand on your shoulder to push you down in front of him. His hand tangles in your hair as you pull off his belt and unzip his pants.

He can’t help but bite his lip when you pull out his already hard cock. You’d been teasing him so much already, it’s not his fault. You wrap your hand delicately around his length and kitten lip the tip and it feels so good, he tosses his head back moaning.

But when you drop your hand and take him in your mouth completely, his tip hitting the back of your throat as you hollow your cheeks and suck him off.

Your mouth feels so warm and wet, and he loves it. Such a pleasurable feeling, he ruts his hips forward, using your mouth as you gag around him, drool spilling down the corners of your lips. You look so attractive right now, looking up him through wet lashes, letting him fuck your throat just for some pizza. You swallow hard around him and that’s enough to make his dick twitch and get close to his orgasm.

“Open your mouth, kitten.” He mumbles, and you do. “So obedient.”

He grabs his base and pumps, riding out his high as he shoots his loud into your mouth and across your face and chest. He knows he made a mess, but fuck he could cum again at just the sight of you, swallowing his seed and swiping a finger across your cheek to collect more to push between your lips and taste more of him.

delivery boy! Kenma who leaves his number for you so next time you’re a little short on money, you can call him up. He’ll take care of you again.

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bokutosmochi · 2 years

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nsfw!semi headcannons

what's it? smut allergen warning/s? [all light] choking, daddy kink, gangbang, voyeurism, fingering, spitting, body worship sugar level? 0.6k regulars? @hanayanetwork

bon appetit!

♧ likes sending his partner hand pictures instead of nudes. sometimes he'll crop a photo of him on stage, fingers expertly plucking the strings of his electric guitar, veins sticking out of his fair hands, making for a great view.

♧ i'll keep this one short because it's hot enough on its only and i'll let your imagination run wild. semi. rings on his fingers. on his partner's neck. choking them.

♧ has a daddy kink. you cannot change my mind on this. he loves being dominant and having his partner on their knees, worshipping him and his pretty cock.

♧ has probably already done so or has probably dreamed of sharing his partner with his bandmates. or at least having them watch the two of them and admire how they fall apart so prettily on his cock. or maybe even his old teammates from his alma mater during their reunion tendo would surely be into it.

♧ if he doesn't have a partner, he goes to stripclubs like,, a lot. two times a week when he's free. he loves getting gigs at those because there are times where the owner of the bar offers him a lapdance or a striptease from one of their best dancers as an additional payment of sorts. semi eita says sex work is real work!!

♧ now just like any person, he's not the most fond of hammering in nails so he could hang things, but if he has to install a mirror by the ceiling above the bed?? he's doing it asap. he thinks he's so hot being able to watch him and his partner make love.

♧ has tried to finger his partner with his rings on until they stopped him to lecture let him know how dirty and unsanitary that was, especially because he wears those rings whenever he's playing his guitar on stage, his sweaty fingers plucking the strings with unbelievable accuracy and speed.

♧ wants to fuck his partner on stage. i mean fucking them in front of the crowd and showing everyone he's taken is nice, but waiting until the crowd is gone is nice too ig 🙄🙄

♧ sometimes finds himself unable to get a hold of himself. when it feels too good, he just lets his hips do all the talking and completely lets go.

♧ loves spitting on his partner. spitting into his partner's mouth, specifically. sometimes lets strangers at the bar talk to them, only for him to interrupt the conversation to pull at their hair and spit into their mouth. he gives the strangers a sense of hope, only to take it away.

♧ one time, as punishment for his partner being so impatient for his cock, he made them ride him while he was tuning his guitar. no guiding hands, no bruises on their waist in the shape of his fingertips. he let them do it on their own.

♧ "c'mon, baby. since you're so desperate for my cock, why don't you ride it? 'm busy,"

♧ his partner was approaching their climax so they found it hard to be stable. their hands supporting their weight was buckling and they were starting to slow down. semi being the cocky bastard that he is decided to throw his guitar down, grab them by the hips and show off his power by turning the two of them around and pistoning his cock in and out of them.

♧ loves being the dom. he loves the power it gives him, how as long as his partner continues to consent, they're his for the taking and he can do whatever he wants to them.

♧ makes his partner beg for his cock every. single. time. they just look so cute, on their knees in front of him, where they belong. he loves it when they're desperate for his cock, crying for it and rubbing their cheek on the tent forming on his black skinny jeans.

i get: reblog

you get: mochis

do we have a deal?

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mitsuyaya · 2 years

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[ lover, please stay ] tsukishima kei

☆༉ contains: 739 words. heavy angst (?), mentions of cheating, reader is a cheater, toxic relationship, mildly suggestive, kissing that's it me thinks, also unedited :3

☆༉ excerpt: He'll let you take all what you want, whatever you need– if it means to stay by your side, if it means he won't be alone– if enduring the thorns from loving you would make you stay, then– “Y/n, please stay with me forever”

☆༉ end note: an entry for @sunhee-sun gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss collab <3 i love tsukki but I'm sorry this had to be done (yet again).

ㅤㅤ gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss collab ㅤ sfw masterlist

Soft dainty lips pressed into his cheekbones, sliding further into the side of his neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses in their wake. Your breath is warm against his exposed skin, it almost soothes the burning flame inside his chest—almost makes him believe that this is genuine.

“Are you not gonna talk to me, I already said sorry” He closed his eyes, breathing in this cruel fantasy, as his tears stream down his face, the lips that were once nipping at his neck now dangerously fanning over his ear. felt disgusted– not because of you, but because he allowed himself to let you do this. “Would you really believe your friends over me, your lover? Do you not trust me?” If he said yes, would you take it lightly? He knows you wouldn't. It's not like this is the first time either. This wasn't the first time you'd needed to do this, to ask for his forgiveness; it wasn't the first time you'd acted sweet and doting– and, no matter how much he tried to deny, it wouldn't be the last. “Are you mad at me Kei?” No, he isn't. He's more mad at himself than you. Why would he let you trample his heart again and again, let you make him miserable in the worst way possible, let you ruin his life– he's angry at himself because after all you've done, why does he still love you? Tears were now falling freely from his face, a bitter reminder how despite all that you've done to him; the times where you left him, your forgotten dates, the restless nights, times where he'll ask your friends if they saw you or how could he forget – how his true self drifted away, slipped from his body whenever he has to forgive you for cheating on him. The Tsukishima that was once the real him, that was once masked with snarkiness and abrasiveness crumbles, dissipates the longer he endured this oppressive truth. The undeniable truth that you never once, never will love him. But just like he always did, just like his usual routine– the setting that was altered by his subconscious– is now returning to its previous state again, just like always. the string that he had yet tried to cut– “Why would I be mad?” still held tight, still connects both his heart and your hands. He shifted his position, stray tears already gone, moving so he could face you.

“Aren't you mad that I went out again, that I forgot our anniversary?” you weren't even aware of the real reason he's acting like this. You're a great pretender. a great actor. it's not like he expected that you wouldn't say this though, he knew– after all, this scenario happened almost everyday of his excruciating life. In fact, why would you admit that you cheated on him? That after all the promises you made, after all the things you've done to prove him that you didn't cheat– you still did. “That's fine with me, I know you're busy besides we could always reschedule” he smiled at you, masking the hurt and exhaustion in his eyes. His hands moved to cradle the side of your face. (If only this could last.)

“I'm really sorry Kei” and just like always, he'd forgive you. it's like he's programmed to be broken by you, only for him to be mended and be broken again. “I'd make it up to you” before he could mutter a response, you already locked your lips with his. He can taste you, he can feel it, like it's genuine– but in truth, it wasn't.

Your nose nudged into his, tongue swiping against his bottom lip– the action made him almost forget all the pain, all the ache you caused. “s'that better?” “All better”

“I'm glad you're not mad at me anymore” Tsukishima loves you, no matter how hard he tries to hide it, to deny it. Even if you hurt him over and over, his love for you would never fade.

It doesn't matter if you cheat on him, again and again and again– if it means that one day he'll finally receive the love he's been craving, he's willing to endure it. He'll let you take all what you want, whatever you need– if it means to stay by your side, if it means he won't be alone– if enduring the thorns from loving you would make you stay, then– “Y/n, please stay with me forever” He just had to bear with it.

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alienaiver · 2 years

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Hello uh….you know exactly what I’m gonna say djdkshdkdhlsnsl aNYWAY do u have. Any kanda relationship hcs 👀👀

hi hey friend !!! ✨ you BETCHA i do! he was my very first love - i have a 162 page long fanfic with him thats oc (me, basically lol) x kanda from when i was 14 and its so very cringe but so very beautiful<3 I HAVE MANY THOUGHTS ABT HIM - i hope you enjoy them and that I do him justice!!! 🥺🧡🧡🧡✨ i feel like i went on a tangent with the confession thing hehe hes just SO PRECIOUS

wordcount: 1.2k (sobs,,, whoops? 🤡)

warnings: none! its fluff and dumbassery <3, genderneutral reader and set in a sort of modern au!

I feel like he's actually the most mature partner out of the main four!

BUT ONLY after you've unlocked level 43 on his romance route<3

He's reserved, in complete denial for a long while after realizing his own feelings and if you dont confess first he wont EVER, he decided.

However much this man has a resolve of steel though, his thoughts about kissing you DO get out of hand for him. He makes the mistake of ranting to Lavi about it, who won't stop teasing him about it.

Lavi accidentally spills the beans to Allen who goes into complete and utter shock - which pisses Kanda off even more because really, does he honestly seem like the type to be SO incapable of a healthy loving relationship at first glance?! (don't answer that!)

So he practices. A Sunday morning he's standing in the bathroom, looking himself in the mirror and trying to confess. He doesn't even get through one sentence though because talking to himself is absolutely ridiculous. 0/10 won't ever happen again!

Surprise! It does happen again, and again and again.... Almost every day at this point, after brushing his teeth.. He practices how to confess to you!

After he's deemed himself prepared he asks to hang out with you - which isn't an unusual occurence, you've been meditating with him for months now after you showed interest in wanting to learn and started hanging out just the two of you afterwards (you just wanted an excuse to be with him, mostly)

Also he is not even the slightest bit insecure on whether or not you'll reject him. Not because he's that confident but honestly? You’re close with him and he feels like he can read you like an open book. He’s not blind to the way your eyes linger on his lips (at least not blind anymore....)

"Are you having a stroke?" Alma asked when he walked past Kanda on the couch one day as he was holding back a blush and a smile from reading one of your stupid texts again, "shut up, Alma".

So when the day comes he’s taking you to the meditation room, setting up with you and sitting down next to you. He keeps stealing glances and holding back a smile, knowing what’s about to happen (he gets to try and finally kiss your lips)

He honestly thought of something bigger but he wanted it to be about the two of you. So when you’re both seated and positioned correctly he breathes out an “I’m in love with you, you know.”

He keeps his eyes closed but he hears the way your breath hitches, hears the way you move around your mat and nears him and he’s actively fighting back a blush when he can almost feel your breath on his cheek. He opens his eyes to see you staring right into his, “what the fuck kind of confession is that!?” you ask, almost enraged by the casualty of it - if his words hadn’t been so... heavy, you would’ve thought he was joking. You still fear he is, “don’t mess with me!”

His face scrunches up at your reaction and he’s confused for a solid moment, unsure why you’re mad at him. “You don’t like me back?” he asks, almost confused and brows furrowed. You flop back on the mat with a sigh and even wider eyes, “you’re serious?” you ask again and he leans closer to you, his heartbeat quickening. He lets the blush he was fighting to hold back earlier loose as he gets on his knees to crawl to you, “I’ve never been more serious in my life.”

His hand travels to your cheek and he gently touches it with his thumb, “can I kiss you?”

You stare at him, dumbfounded and gather your strength to nod and lean toward him.

He’s a very gentle kisser! He’s aware of how rough he can be around the edges and wants to be the opposite with you

He doesn’t act like you’re made of glass, though! He will still kick your ass if you train with him! He sees you as a perfect equal and while he won’t admit to it, he likes seeing you riled up - especially if it’s because of him and silly things. If you’re ever sad or frustrated he will support you, though!

His toxic trait is jealousy... I’m sorry but this man is JEALOUS. He’s not possessive per say, but he will glare daggers at the person behind the counter at the supermarket who even remotely sounds like they’re flirting with you. His glare is scary for others to experience. You always smile apologetically to the poor cashier before you leave.

Kanda CARES so much about anniversaries! They’re very important to him - he remembers the days for your first kiss, your first (real) date, first time he slept over as your boyfriend and the day you moved in together. He even wants to celebrate the day he realized he was in love with you!! He’s so precious, he writes them down in both his own calender, yours and the joint one in the kitchen.

Kanda’s love language number 1 is physical touch. His favorite dates are when you’re sprawled out on the couch or the bed, completely entangled in each other, he’s like a cat. It took him a while to admit and even longer to start asking for it but he absolutely adores when you’re fingers rests on his hip, moving in mindless circles as you’re watching yet another film he hates

(”we can turn it off if you hate it so much,” you mutter after the second negative comment about the composition and camera positions (when did he become an expert in move making?) You feel his grip tighten on you, “never.” he mutters as he kisses the top of your head) You guess you’ll never figure out why he enjoys “torturing his eyes with such imagery” every weekend but you don’t complain. His gruff voice close to your ear and the expert cuddles makes up for it.

Kanda also has a soft spot for matching couple outfits.... Nothing wild, just matching sweaters or color coordination! He’s super embarassed about it at first though, grumbles through the entire Christmas dinner where you’re matching but can’t hold back the need to match again at New Year’s! It starts a whole thing for him.

Kanda snores. Loudly. I’m sorry but you can’t convince me otherwise. In the beginning it’s a whole “deal with it!” kind of situation but behind the scenes he’s researching how to help it - he buys one of those nose clips and even tries the anti-snoring nose sprays!

His first priority will forever always be your safety and happiness. So whenever you have arguments that take a stronger turn than friendly bickering, he sits you both down to talk it out and figure out what to do with any problems you might encounter! He doesn’t sacrifice his own principles for you and he expects you to hold to your own as well! That will cause clashes and fights once in a while, but he’ll always be there to hold you when it’s all said and done.

After all, there’s nothing he enjoys more than waking up for his morning workout 15-20 minutes before he has to only to look at you, peacefully asleep next to him, grumbling about the morning sun as you try to crawl into his skin to be closer. It’s home, it’s the love he lives for and there’s nothing better after any rough day than coming back and going to bed with you so he can experience these magical minutes the next morning, right?

I RLY HOPE I DID HIM JUSTICE... I MAY HAVE MADE HIM SOFTER THAN HE WOULDVE LIKED IF HE EVER READ THIS LMFAAAO but honestly..... emotionally mature kanda lives rent free in my mind!!! 👀 aaaa i wanna kiss him so bad rn 🫣 THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING HIM!!! its about time i made smth for him!!!! 😩🧡🧡 lmk if you want more !!! or a tiny fic mayhaps................ 👀

@hanayanetwork 🌸

#dgm x reader #d. gray man x reader #kanda yuu x reader #hanayanetwork #nohr.request #nohr.dgm #nohr.writing #THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN IM!!!! im always nervous posting hc's like this but i rly do love making them #hes so gruff but so so sweet. lemme kiss him and you for requesting

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beautifulblhell · 2 years

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Bonten Characters When They Get Caught In The Act HCS (NSFW)

Ft. Mikey, Ran, Rindou, Sanzu, Koko

TW: mentions of deaths (for Mikey’s), drug use, swearing, badly written smut

Part of @hanayanetwork

❗️SMUT UNDER THE CUT❗️

Mikey

He was sitting on his chair in his office. Your knees were on either side of him, sinking into the plush seat every time you moved to take his thick cock inside you.

“‘M close,” you gasped. Everytime you sank down, his cock hit the deepest part of you, sending a shudder up your spine. You threw your head back and moaned. Mikey’s hands cupped your boobs, his mouth sucking your skin, marking you, before his hot tongue rolled over your sensitive nub. The sensation made you clench harder around him.

“Fuck,” he swore under his breath, and from the breathless way the word came out it you knew he was close too.

Your movements became more erratic. Your legs were losing their strength as you struggled to move on your own.

“Mikey, I’m gonna cum,” you panted. Your hands twisted in his black hair, trying to keep yourself anchored from the overwhelming pleasure that is threatening to consume you. His hands grabbed your ass, helping to lift you up then slam you down. A harsh gasp of air escaped his mouth at the feeling of your velvety walls clung so perfectly around his length.

Then all of a sudden, he snapped upright in his seat. His arms wrapped around your waist, stopping your movements.

“Mikey?” You called his name out in confusion.

“Get out.” His words were flat, cold. He was looking at someone behind you, someone who had the audacity to enter his room without asking for permission first. You heard the door hurriedly click shut.

“Mikey,” you whined, lifting your hips up. You were too far gone, just wanting to come. His pitch black eyes flickered to you. Your cunt was clenching around him, slick dripping down the length of his cock, and pooling onto the chair. He leaned back in his seat. He would allow you to come first, then, he would send the person who saw you to go swimming at the bottom of Tokyo Bay before sunset.

Ran

“Mmh, you feel so good, so fucking tight for me,” Ran groaned into your ear. He had you underneath him on his desk, all the documents Mikey had told him to look over were scattered on the floor.

He leaned down, pressing small kisses along your collarbones, then up your neck. His hot breath only fanning your desires.

“Ran,” you whined, wanting him to go faster now that the initial burning stretch of him entering you was gone. But for the past few minutes, all he had done was idly rolling his hips.

“Hm? What do you want?” He was hovering above you, a lazy smirk on his face. You locked your ankles around his waist, trying to pull him towards you so he could fuck you properly.

“Fuck me, Ran,” you pleaded.

His smirk widened. “Who can make you a mess like this, hm?”

“You. Only you, Ran,” you begged, not caring about the fact that he will tease you mercilessly about it later. Right now all you wanted was for him to move.

“Good girl.” Following his words, he snapped his waist towards your hip, filling you up completely. Your toes curled, your mouth opened in a silent scream as all your nerves were set ablaze.

“Fuuuuck, look how well you are taking me.” Ran’s eyes fluttered shut as he basked in the feeling of your walls clinging to his cock so perfectly. “All of this tight pussy just for me, huh.” His fingers ran down the small bulge on your lower stomach.

His thrusts were rough. With every move of his hips your back slid across the large oak table, but his firm grip on your hips prevented you from escaping.

You were moaning, babbling incoherent words, your finger running through his now dishevelled hair.

It was then the door opened.

“Haitani-san, I’ve got an urgent report- shit!”

Yet Ran showed no signs of stopping. He thrusted inside you harder, the loud wet noise of where you were connected echoed harshly throughout the room.

“I’m close, pretty girl, shit- don’t clench tighter around me- Just leave that report on the chair.”

“Y-yes sir!”

“Ran, I’m gonna come!” You moaned, your fingers digging into his biceps.

“Together,” he breathed, before crashing his lips down onto yours.

It was a good thing that all the documents were on the floor, because otherwise Koko would have screamed at Ran for wasting money as he needed to print another copy since Mikey would refuse to touch the ones with dried stains.

Rindou

What started as you bringing Rindou’s forgotten lunch to him ended up with you bent over his desk as he pounded mercilessly behind you. His grip on your waist was bruising, but you couldn’t care less at this point.

All you were aware of was the feeling of the tip of his cock hitting your cervix every time. Rindou’s harsh breathing came out in short gasps as he slammed against your ass. His teeth clenched, watching the way his cock disappear inside you, then reappearing with slick dripping down his length. You were both close, it would only take a few more thrusts before you-

The door slammed open.

“Rindou~”

You looked up in horror. Ran came into the room, completely unbothered at the scene of Rindou fucking you.

Rindou stiled his movement, yet he didn’t pull out. “What the fuck do you want?” He glared at his brother. You hide your face in your arms, completely mortified.

Ran only answered with a smile. He held up a photo. “We found him~”

Rindou sighed. “And you couldn’t have told me later?”

He started to resume his pace.

“R-rin?!” You squeaked. In your embarrassment, you clenched around Rindou, making him hiss.

“Shit, loosen up, I can’t move,” he groaned.

“Nothing I didn’t see before,” Ran laughed, his gaze landing on you.

Rindou swore. “Look, just leave okay? Let me finish this-“

“What should we eat afterwards? French? Italian?”

“I don’t give a fuck! Go and eat that dog shit you nearly stepped on this morning!” Rindou yelled, grabbing the paperweight on his desk and throwing it at his brother.

Ran dodged with a snigger. It crashed into the wall, leaving behind a giant dent. He winked at you. “You are welcome to find me if he doesn’t satisfy you.”

The stapler that flew at him next unfortunately hit the closed door.

“Fuck,” you could hear the annoyance in Rindou’s voice. He pulled out, then grabbed your legs and flipped you over so you were facing him. Then, he thrusted into you again.

“You are mine,” he hissed, his pace brutalising, as if marking your insides as his.

And who were to say you weren’t?

Sanzu

You were lying across one of the shipment containers with your skirt bunched up on your waist. Your ankles were crossed behind Sanzu’s neck, and your fingers were entangled in his pink hair. A small packet of white powder laid open by his side.

His tongue ran up your slit, gathering up the liquid that was so addictive, so sweet to him, not letting a single drop go to waste. With every drag of his tongue it elicited a moan from you. You grinded on his tongue.

His tongue flickered over your sensitive bud. Then suddenly, he sucked harshly on your clit, making you scream and arch your back. Sparks flew between your nerves.

“S-slow down, Sanzu!”

You tugged his hair, but whatever he took from the packet seemed to have inhibited his listening ability. His tongue prodded your entrance, before slipping inside.

“Sanzu! Did you check the shipment?” A voice called out.

You instinctively tried to close your legs, but Sanzu held your thighs open. He was too high to notice them.

“Seems like all’s fine with the shipment,” Takeomi muttered when he heard you scream out Sanzu’s name. Ran laughed in response.

Koko

Koko’s pupil dilated. You looked so perfect, spreading out beneath him on the bed covered with ten-thousand yen bills.

He lifted your leg onto the crook of his elbow, hitting deeper inside you. Your moans, along with the crinkling sound of the notes, were music to his ears.

He angled his thrust to hit your sweet spot, and you were clawing down his back, chanting his name like a prayer.

“Did all this cash make you this wet?” He groaned in your ear. He closed his eyes, relishing in the feeling of your cunt greedily sucking him back in, and the feeling of the thick wads of cash underneath his palms. The only two things that mattered to him in this life.

“Kokonoi-san, the protection fees-” a man stood at the doorway, his mouth agape.

Koko quickly grabbed a handful of notes and slapped it on you to try and cover your body.

“Get the fuck out!” He yelled.

The man stumbled, tripping over his feet, and beat a hurried retreat.

“He saw,” you panicked. Because technically the money Koko was currently fucking you on were the ‘protection fee’ that he collected for Bonten.

“Maybe I should invest in some lasers for intruders,” Koko muttered. Then, his fingers reached down at your clit, circling it, making you arch your back and temporality blanking your mind.

Your thighs trembled, and Koko resumed his thrusts. It was now more sloppy as he was nearing his own high. The coil at the pit of your stomach tightened.

The distraction was forgotten.

Later you saw him corner the man, asking him for payment after seeing you.

“It’s that or I’ll gouge your eyeballs out for looking at my girl.” Koko had spat.

That night he took you out to eat at a three star Michelin restaurant.

Masterlist | Support | 2021.11.27

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musings-and-moans · 2 years

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i can't help it i want you

submission for: @cirigiri 's The DILF List Collab (DILF #17 — iwaizumi hajime — the friend’s husband) (basically parts 1 and 2 were to be one post but I divided them into two and thus submitting both ^_^), late Father's Day post, DILF Appreciation Day, AND for iwaizumi's birthday on the 10th of june {and yes, part 2 is here <3 check out part 1 here and part 3 will be posted during kinktober :') }

features: friend's husband!dilf!hajime iwaizumi x mrs. oikawa!f!reader (afab!reader, uses she/her pronouns) (both of them are separated) | song: you right - doja cat ft. the weeknd | wc: 3500 | part 1 | part 3

summary: After Hajime Iwaizumi and you separated from your respective partners because of them having an affair with each other, you two had gotten closer and were helping each other recover. Then, one night caused the both of you to almost kiss, and you two realized that you wanted each other instead. As Hajime comes to your apartment with the intention of talking the feelings out of you, your bodies, however, wanted to communicate in a different way.

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content warnings: hq timeskip spoilers (not much 'cause everything's mentioned in part 1, but surely iwa's aged up), mentions of consumption of alcohol, dubcon ('cause it's drunk sex), both iwa and reader have been separated from their partners but not divorced yet, so technically, infidelity?, use of sex toy (vibrator), dry humping, pussyjob, cowgirl, cervix fucking (if you squint), oral sex(m! and f! receiving, but not 69), facefucking, deepthroating, praise kink (maybe?), edging, orgasm denial, mating press, doggystyle, squirting, i love you is said during sex, creampie, iwa being a masseuse as the end <;33 please lmk if i've missed any tags

a/n: it took me almost a couple whole nights but i finally wrote it. thank you so so much for your support for part 1 and i hope you're excited to read this part <;33 also, likes, reblogs and comments, especially reblogs are appreciated <3

9th June, 2021. 11:30pm

You realized that Hajime’s birthday was coming soon, and no sooner did you think about him than you were immediately reminded of the moment you two had shared when you two almost kissed each other, causing your cheeks to fluster. You’d wanted him for so long but never got to act on the feelings, but that day, when your lips were about to meet, you realized that you haven’t had sex in so long. Your marriage with Oikawa had fallen apart at its seams, and while you had been thinking of getting back to him for your daughter’s sake, that moment with Hajime made you realize that you’d rather have the athletic trainer more than the setter.

Around the same time, in another corner of Tokyo, Hajime couldn’t sleep, tossing and turning with guilt gripping him because he was also thinking about the other night where you two were about to kiss each other. He had thought of the college days for a moment, especially when he first met you and winked at you when he noticed you staring at his shorts, and his heart started thumping as he thought of you. He sat and thought to himself of the time he told you that he was in love with your best friend, Serena Mendoza. It was now that he understood the way your face twitched, the way your expressions suddenly changed from a cheerful smile to that of a frown.

It was now that he understood why he was the one who called you more often, whereas the number of calls from your end dwindled. It wasn’t because you were not considering him a friend, it was because he was more than a friend to you, and because you couldn’t have him, you chose to keep your guard up. He thus realized that you were wanting him all along, and it was during this time that he realized that he had to be with you. So he ran to his Mustang, started the car, and drove to your apartment.

Having then downed a few glasses of wine, and craving to be intimate with him, you put your lacy lingerie under Hajime’s volleyball jersey that was oversized for you, but you loved it anyway. As you were admiring yourself in the mirror with the jersey, your mind then drifted to the time you tried on his jersey and told him that you were keeping it, and he scoffs and replies, “you can keep it, I have extras anyway,” much to your delight. What you didn’t know, however, was that he was also muttering under his breath how you were looking even more beautiful than Serena with his jersey on. As you then admired yourself in the bedroom mirror, you then hopped onto the bed, opened your bedside drawer to find your vibrator, turned it on, placed it over your clit, and felt the vibrations run through you. Initially you moved the tip of the toy slowly up your entrance before you let it enter you, then you increased the speed.

Upon reaching your apartment, he immediately took half a dozen beer bottles from the cooler in the trunk, opened two of them, and chugged them immediately. He was unaware as to why he was doing this, but something told him that he was scared of meeting you sober. At the same time, it had been a couple of minutes where you were fondling yourself, bursting out in a series of moans when you heard a knock at your door. As you awoke for a brief moment and wondered what was happening, you kept the vibrator on your bedside table. You ran to the door, opening it with your eyes wide and shocked at who was there. The former ace, who was wearing a teal t-shirt and grey sweatpants, mumbled in a slurred voice, picking you up as he wrapped your legs around his waist. He then took your cheeks to bring you closer and began kissing you.

10th June 2021. Midnight

As you two cupped each other's cheeks, and raked nails through each other's hair, you were acquainting yourself with the taste of each other’s lips, having been touch-starved for too long. While according to you, his lips felt warm and caramelly, just like the beer he had, to him, your lips were cool and sweet like Merlot. You walked backwards as he walked forward; you were lost in each other, as he hurriedly locked the door behind you with one hand without wasting a moment. Both of you then dashed toward the living room and he placed you gently on the couch before coming on top of you, kissing hard. You both sucked on each other's bottom lip, swirling your tongue around his and vice versa, to gain control until he stopped you, purred out your name, and nuzzled into your chest.

Sensing that he's been feeling dizzy, you got off the couch, picked Hajime by his arm and took him to your bed to let him rest. As you were turning away, he quickly grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him, sliding his hand under your shirt and groping you. You wanted to swat his hand away, but as his hand cupped one of your clothed mounds, fondling it while fiddling with the lacy material of the brassiere, you not only liked the fact that his slightest touch caressed your skin, but were craving for more. So you silently unhooked your bra, took off the straps, and pulled the bra from under your shirt, discarding it; this caused you to feel his callous fingers playing with your nipples. You bit back your moans and turned them into whimpers as you climbed atop him, aligning your clothed cunt with his bulge and grinding along it.

You noticed the silent whimpers that came out of his mouth as he moaned “oh baby” in the air, your eyes rolling back in response. How often had you been thinking of him, you thought to yourself, it’d probably been a while since thoughts of him had died down, but you had especially been thinking of him ever since the separation. Regardless of the chaos surrounding you, it was at this very moment that it became apparent to you: nothing mattered anymore but Hajime Iwaizumi. You wanted him in every way possible, and especially, inside you.

As you kept on grinding, you felt your wetness pool inside your panties, as both of your moans were echoing in the room. So, you put his hands away and took off your panties, with only the oversized shirt still on you, and you quickly peeled his track pants and boxers off him, his cock springing free on his abdomen hard. Then you climbed on top of him and grinded your cunt against his length, with your wetness serving as lube, causing him to open his eyes and look at you lustfully. He then whispered softly, enough for you to hear, “For how long have you been wanting me, (y/n)?” You leaned forward with your stomachs touching each other and muttered, “Ever since I first met you, Hajime. I want you more. I don’t want him. I want you, I always did. I can’t help it.”

As he rasped into your ear, “Oh baby-” he picked you up from your hips, aligned his cock with your entrance and slammed into you. Your eyes rolled back as you finally had him in you, moaning his name out as you grind against him. He hugged you, bringing you forward, and you two enveloped in another steamy, sloppy kiss. He then started thrusting his cock into you, causing you to release yourself from the kiss and lose all sense of inhibition as he smacked your ass, encouraging you to bounce on his length hard. Both your cries echo in the room as the sound of your skin slapped alongside his girthy cock, eventually bottoming out and reaching your cervix, making your sensitive cunt twitch as you feel chills rushing down your spine.

As he hugged you again and sucked on your nipples while thrusting into you, you started seeing stars. You thought of nothing else except for the number of times you wanted him to be rough to you, because you wanted to make up for the lost time between the both of you. Suddenly, one of his thrusts jolted you so hard that you were overstimulating. He brought your ear closer to you as he whispered, “cum for me, precious,” causing the coil in you to snap. Your essence started to drool down his length, and you’re immensely cockdrunk. As you slowed your pace and eventually stopped bouncing on him, you peeled yourself off of him, and then he spoke to you in a dominant tone: “On your knees, baby.” A switch turned on in your brain as you’re nodding and was about to get out of the bed when he lifted you up by your legs and carried you till he placed you on your knees.

You were now able to see his cock in its full glory. It was really girthy with the prominent vein on display and you’d imagined it to fill you up so well that you were already feeling empty inside. The tip looked pretty too, and as your lips wrapped around the head of his dick, touching nothing else, your tongue started swirling around slowly, getting a taste of his pre-cum. “Baby,” you cried out to him as he tilted his head in your direction and his gaze fixated on you. While maintaining eye contact, your mouth slid all the way down to the base of his dick. You sucked it hard, enough for him to feel like you’re pulling the cum out of him.

Hajime opened his mouth wide and his eyes rolled back as he closed his eyelids, giddy with pleasure. Pushing against his firm length, you began moving your lips up and down, back and forth. “Ngh, this feels so good," he whimpered, “but I’m about to make it better.” With a confused look on your face, he brought his hand and combed his fingers through your hair before fisting your locks and roughly bucking his hips into your mouth, ripping a loud moan from you with your gaze locked onto his. Hajime was so in awe of how you were taking him in his mouth, muttering, “oh baby, you take me in so good, I want you to be my good cocksleeve, only mine.”

His lips gaped open, his chest heaving, and his eyelids rolled back as he closed his eyes, his face flushed with delight. You continued to bob your head up and down as he pushed the tip of his cock first into your mouth, urging you to open your mouth wide, then he pushed it all the way to the back of your throat. Then, he slipped in further, with his head tilting back and him groaning as his length bottomed out inside your throat. He slowly pulled almost the way out and swiftly buried the entirety of his dick back down your throat over and over again. His lips tugged between his teeth and tilted his head backward for a split second, only to meet your lustful gaze again. He was in awe of how well you were deepthroating him… you really wanted this, and it was visible.

As he began increasing his tempo, his cock sliding in and out of your throat, you left out a couple of wanton moans that turned pornographic when one of your hands immediately snaked down to your clit, two of its fingers harshly rubbing them in time with his thrusts. You continued to bob your head in time with his brutal pace, sounds of gagging and blubbering mixing in with your moans, and your own eyes fluttered shut. He breathed, “(Y/N),” writhing into your mouth, his hands gripping your hair hard to keep your head to stay steady. He also noticed your other hand caressing his balls. He groaned, “baby, don’t cum right now, because as much as you’re taking me so well, I want you to cum on my cock.” As you nodded with a moaning response, he felt a buzz in his pockets. Hajime took one of his hands off your hair and fished his phone from his pocket, before seeing Mattsun’s contact name and number on the screen, calling him. With a sly smile, he said, “I’m going to be talking over the phone now, so don’t make any noise, or else,” causing you to hurriedly nod at him with a soft moan.

“Hi Mattsun, tell me,” Hajime responded, to which Mattsun and Makki shouted, enough for you to hear through the phone, “Happy birthday Iwaizumi!” He responded with a chuckle and thanked the both of them while he kept on fucking your face, bobbing your head up and down like he was fucking your cunt. Suddenly, in the midst of his conversation, your eyes rolled back and your clit twitched as the coil that ended up building inside you yet again snapped and you let out a soft pornographic moan. He looked down at you, and told both of his childhood friends, “Mattsun, Makki, I’ve got to hang up. Someone has to be taught a lesson.” Both of you were met with “ooohs” and “aaaahs” as he hung up the phone and threw it on to the bed, before he carried you by your waist and placed you on all fours in front of the mirror that was next to the window. You felt a sharp sting on your derriere as his palm met the skin with a couple of smacks. Groaning, “Why are you being so disobedient, huh?” he gripped your ass tight with his hands, bringing your overstimulated pussy closer to his mouth, and licked a single wet stripe from bottom to top before sucking on to your folds, with his tongue later thrusting into your core.

“Daddy, please let me cum, please, I’ll be a good girl, just please–” you couldn’t speak anymore as your hand fisted the sheets and the sounds of your moans kept on echoing across the room, with him slurping you and his hand reaching out for your clit, harshly rubbing it with two of his fingers. He stopped devouring you, his face wet with your arousal covering his nose, mouth and chin, and curtly instructed you, “look at yourself in the mirror while I keep eating you out. Also, get the vibrator for me.” As he loosened his grip on you while going back to eating you out, you laid flat on the bed and reached out for the vibrator. As you got the toy in your fingertips, he placed you in such a way that your chest was pressed against the mattress and your ass was up in the air, while still eating you out and your body facing the mirror in front of you. At this point, you couldn’t take it anymore, and your eyes rolled back as you tried clenching your thighs, but he kept them far apart. He’d left you at his mercy as it is by refusing to let you cum, but by accidentally cumming for the second time, he was not letting you go until essentially, your essence spurted out of you.

“I’m going to enter inside you now, baby. Don’t lose eye contact with me or I’ll stop. I’m gonna celebrate my birthday by going rough with you, okay? Happy birthday to me,” he rasped as he pounded himself into you with an animalistic pace, harshly grabbing your hips. The way the bed creaked with both of your movements was a testament to how well he was rocking your body.

As he kept thrusting into you, he grabbed the vibrator from the bed with one hand with the other still on your ass and turned it on, placing its tip on your clit. The only thoughts in your mind were how Hajime's dick filled you up completely and stretched the walls of your pussy well, along with the vibrations from the toy, how all of it was driving you into a frenzy. Your core kept squelching and your broken moans were reverberating in his ears as if he was in a lustful daze. “Ha-Ha-Happy birthday baby,” you stuttered in between your moans while trying to maintain eye contact with him through the mirror, “it feels so good, please don’t stop.”

While his one hand was using the vibrator on you, his other hand left your hip to grip your head and pull your body to him, causing you to feel him even deeper, his balls hitting your folds as he went faster. Your sensitive spots were marked by his lips as they brushed against your neck. The coil in you built up again to a point where you couldn’t take it anymore, your voice becoming hoarse as you’d seemed to have moaned aloud a lot for the night. Sensing as you were about to lose control of your orgasm, he then whispered into your ear, “it’s okay, baby. I’ve got you, cum for me.” With one final thrust as the tip of his cock hit your cervix, you eventually started squirting, a clear fluid coming out of you, your body trembling and shuddering from the intensity of the sex. He grabbed hold of you and softly whispered, “You did so well for me, baby. But, we’re not done yet.”

He then placed you back on the mattress, face up, with your fucked-out face on display, having cummed twice and squirted once, and seemed to be unable to take anymore. However, it was all far from over, as he instructed you to fold your legs and he pushed your thighs closer to your chest with his hands, asking you to hold your legs by your knees, leaving your cunt vulnerable and open. He aligned the tip of his cock with your entrance and, intertwining both his fingers with yours, rammed his whole length into you in one go, bottoming himself out and reaching your g-spot, causing you to let out a shrill moan as he smiles at you, while eventually increasing his pace and strength as he thrust into you. He leaned forward as he kept on rutting into you, stuffing his cock deeper into your now very sensitive cunt, and his lips brushed against yours, enveloping in a sloppy kiss with your tongues swirling around each other. He released himself from the kiss, totally dazed and pussydrunk, and whispered into your ear, “I love you, baby.”

For a moment, you sobered up, as you realized that in addition to being cockdrunk, you finally heard what you’ve been needing to hear from him. You then moaned out your response, “Haji, I–I love you too, I always have,” as he kept on rutting into you, now with his eyes open, realizing that you two just confessed your feelings while being in a lustful daze. You two kept going at it as he whispered into your ear, “Baby, don’t you think this is a good chance for our kids to have another sibling? Wouldn’t that be nice?” You couldn’t respond because all you kept doing was moaning, but the thought of having his baby suddenly turned you on more, so you whimpered and responded, “Yes, daddy, please fill me up. Want you to fill me up,” causing him to rut into you harder, and he whispered again, “I’m gonna cum inside you, baby, and make you a mom again.” This caused you to nod and moan out his name until a couple of sloppy thrusts later, you let out one sharp scream. With one final thrust, the inner walls of your pussy clenched around his cock, milking him dry as he unloaded all his seed into you, still thrusting slowly to make sure all of it stayed inside you.

10th June 2021. 2:30am

He pulled out and noticed the product of your love oozing out of your pretty little cunt, and smiled. Once he released your thighs, he massaged them with his fingers, pressing every finger onto the pressure points, causing you to feel great relief. Afterwards, he crawled to the other side of the bed and cupped your cheek with one hand, bringing your face closer and kissing you on your lips. As he pulled out of the kiss, he softly spoke, “I meant every word of what I told you, baby. I love you.” You caressed his cheek and softly replied, “so did I Hajime. I–” you were interrupted by a ping on your phone. As you reached out for it on your bedside table, both your eyes widened in shock as you see the message flashed on the phone screen and your mouth gaped wide at the sender’s name:

Tooru Oikawa: We need to talk. About you and Iwa-chan. We know.

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'tis the damn season

features: hajime iwaizumi x gn!reader (no pronouns used, written in 2nd person)

submission for: @woahsamu’s “It's Always Been You” Collab | song: ’tis the damn season - taylor swift | type of writing: oneshot | trope: slice of life, exes to lovers | wc: 2530

summary: when you come back to japan for the holiday season, while walking along the sidewalk enjoying the snow, a chance encounter with your ex reminds you how much you miss and still love him.

content warnings: partial haikyuu timeskip spoilers, suggestive themes, hurt/comfort, talks of the breakup, talks of commitment-phobia, the reader's being called baby, love

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a/n: when i first chartered my list of fics i was going to write for tumblr, i had a fleeting idea for this song along with iwa, and when the collab came into existence, i knew what i had to do: bring the idea to fruition. taylor swift's one of my favs (y'all know this lol), so it's no surprise that my writing's based on one of her songs. plus, I thought of creating a moodboard instead of the usual banner. also, this is based on a two-year relationship i'd had with my ex in uni before i left for the states and he decided to stay in india and prepare for civil services exam. as always, likes, reblogs, and comments, especially reblogs are appreciated.

It had been a cold, chilly winter in Miyagi. The temperatures were almost unbearable. Taking a deep breath, you rubbed both of your mitten-covered hands together while blowing a warm breath in between them. While listening to calming music with your hands in your pockets, you walked along the sidewalk enjoying the snow. Suddenly, you paused along the tracks and took out your earphones, when you recognized a familiar face. One that you know all too well. While his familiar dark brown spiky hair was covered by a dark green beanie with dinosaurs on it, your gaze caught the man's olive-green irises. You took a step back in surprise, your breath caught in your throat, placing one hand on your chest as you realized who it was.

A soft smile spread across his face as he walked toward you. At that moment, you closed your eyes and took deep breaths as you tried to conceal your flushed cheeks, with all the memories you two shared flashing through your mind. From making fun of his best friend, Tooru Oikawa, to pranking the pranksters of Aoba Johsai, Matsukawa and Hanamaki, to going out on different dates: for coffee, for movies, for volleyball matches, for karaoke. The way you used to text each other, passing around secret notes, exchanging love letters, having clandestine encounters in the corridors, everything. He was your first kiss, your first love, and the one to whom you chose to lose your virginity, and as they say, “you never forget your first love.” You also felt a tug on your chest as you remembered the day you broke up with him.

You had seen many long-distance relationships break, and while you were amazed at how your parents could manage when they were apart for so long, with your father being in the merchant navy, nevertheless, you were scared that you would end up in the same situation. As a result, you dropped the bomb on Hajime Iwaizumi and told him why you had to end the relationship when he revealed that he was moving to the United States to study sports sciences and eventually work for a person he looked up to, Utsui Takashi. The truth is, you loved him too much to let him go. You loved the way he stood by your side whenever things weren’t going so well. You loved being engulfed in his embraces, and more so, you loved being lost in his kisses, every touch of his sending shivers down your spine. You knew he always treated you right; you especially experienced it, but you were afraid your relationship wouldn’t stand the test of time. In addition, he could see there was something wrong with you from miles away, but he never knew what it was until you revealed it to him.

When he heard what you felt, he was very upfront with you, albeit his gaze at you was laced with melancholy. “You know, baby,” he responded, with his shoulders drooping, “I’m actually hurt that you would think that our relationship would fade away as we meet different people, because trust me, what you and I have, I don’t think I can ever have that with anyone. However,” he reached out for both of your hands and held them, saying, “I’ll always be grateful for the memories we had together. I strongly believe that we’ll still find a way to each other, no matter what.” He then cupped your cheeks and planted a farewell kiss before leaving your house, concluding, “That’s because it’s always been you, my love. Always and forever.”

As you opened your eyes, you noticed him standing in front of you. He always had a great sense of fashion, wearing a pair of dark blue jeans with an oversized dark blue denim jacket over a grey hoodie. He was known to make things look good on him. He smiled at you, ever so softly, with his gaze never leaving yours. Unbeknownst to you, a warm smile crept upon your face, as you muttered your first word to him in years: “hey.” He also replied with a single word: “hey,” as you two stopped talking for a while, oddly finding comfort in the silence you two were sharing. You tilted your head and asked him, “It’s been a hot minute, Iwaizumi. When did you come back?” He let out a small chuckle, responding, “You know that you can still call me Hajime, right? I came back a couple of days ago for the holidays. I’ll be here until the second week of January.” Nodding, you weren’t sure as to how you could continue the conversation until an idea popped up in your head. “So, um,” you hesitated, before continuing, “Let’s walk together, to Sakanoshita and get some pork buns. What do you think?” He grinned at you, responding, “I thought you’d never ask.”

The walk to the store was not a silent one; instead, you two handled small talk well. You learned that Hajime was about to complete his senior year in undergrad in sports sciences and will be interning under Utsui Takashi, his role model, after college. He then reveals that Takashi turned out to be the father of his and Tooru Oikawa’s high school nemesis: Wakatoshi Ushijima. You both shared a light-hearted chuckle as he continued, saying that after the internship was over, he intended to work as a full-time athletic trainer and that he was attempting to become the trainer for the Japan National Volleyball Team for the upcoming Tokyo Olympics. For some reason, this gave you a glimmer of hope.

As you two bought a couple of pork buns from Keishin, nodding at both of you before leaving the store, he was about to ask you whether you were currently seeing anybody when you interrupted him by telling him that you were pursuing your final year in your college studies in Tokyo with Tetsuro Kuroo, an alumnus of Nekoma High School, and you were set to work alongside him in the Japanese Volleyball Association. While his enthusiasm seemed to have died a little bit, thinking that you were probably seeing the former Nekoma captain, you then cleared your throat and confessed to him, something that he found oddly assuring.

“I don’t know where you stand, relationship-wise, but you were right, Hajime. I dated other guys, not Kuroo, because I told him about you, and we just became friends, but I dated other guys, and they weren’t you. They could never be you.”

As he held your hands in silence, a single tear drop streamed down his cold cheeks as he smiled in response to your confession. While you were confused as to what that meant, he asked you in a soft voice, “Do you still stay with your parents, or did you get an apartment of your own?” With a tint of blush hitting your cheeks, you nodded, replying, “I do stay on my own in Tokyo, but here I stay with my parents. However, they’ve gone to Bangkok to visit my relatives, and I told them that I'd be joining them soon, so until then, I live alone. Did you want to come over and spend some time?” He shook his head in denial, replying, “Not until you truly are ready to be with me again.”

Furrowing your eyebrows at him, he continued, “If I do end up coming over, the good memories will return, and I'll want you to commit to me. There’s no middle ground anymore, (y/n). It’s either we get back together, or we stay as acquaintances.” You were taken aback at his confidence. For a moment, you pondered and realized that he had never stopped having feelings for you. Respecting his opinion, you nodded, and suddenly, an idea popped into your head. “So,” you said, “I’ll not be here for long. Maybe a week or so. Until then, would it be okay if we hung out at your place with Mattsun and Makki, and during that time, we can see whether the feelings still exist, and we can, um, give it a go.” Smiling, he nodded in agreement. “Alright, seems fair. We can do that.”

He then called Mattsun and Makki and urged them to come to his house with a couple of board games and to set up video cameras to surprise someone that was coming home after a while. As you two ate your now lukewarm pork buns while walking to Hajime’s house, you started talking about the crazy moments that happened to the both of you while you were away working on your goals. Upon reaching the house, your memories come back as to how you met him in the first place. You then opened the door to find the boys shocked that you had come back, and as you looked at the video camera to their right that caught their expressions, you and Hajime laughed at them, much to their chagrin.

As the days went by, you four hung out often at Hajime’s house, playing different kinds of board games,exercising, watching movies, and catching up with each other. You would even video call Oikawa to surprise him, and he’d whine with a pouty face, “Why am I not there now?” to which you’d reply, “because someone chose to fly to exotic places over us,” with the rest of you cackling and laughing at the milkbread-loving setter. What was seemingly oblivious to Mattsun and Makki was that there were stolen glances exchanged between the both of you, you found your hands brushing against each other often, and you would mistake other people’s names for each other. One day, someone had dropped cutlery, and while you’d kneeled to pick some spoons and forks up, you noticed Iwaizumi kneeling to pick up the same, causing your faces to be a couple of centimeters apart, and as you two realized that the tension between you was so strong that you could use a knife to cut through it, you gulped a little bit of air down your throat.

The day before you were about to leave for Bangkok, you called him and started cajoling him, “Hajime, I need to talk to you. Would you be able to come over, please?” Exhaling a deep breath, he replied, “Okay, fine. I’m on my way.” You were pacing around the living room for fifteen minutes, confused as to why you were feeling this way until the doorbell rang and you rushed to open the door. When you unlocked the door, Hajime was standing on the front porch, shivering. His hands were in the muff of the dark blue hoodie, with his hood down so that you could see him clearly. His hair was disheveled as if he had run his hands through it one too many times. You let him in, a panting mess, looking as if he had just been jogging in the chilly weather. As you two sat on the warm couch near the fireplace, you knelt down.

This time you were the one holding his hands, causing him to widen his eyes. “Hajime, when I told you that all those people that I dated could never be you, I meant it. Sure, I was commitment-phobic as hell, and you know that, and I was scared that that would disturb our relationship should we go long-distance, because I’d be doubting you constantly, be jealous, and have all kinds of negativity in my head, but the truth is, I love you, Hajime. I always have, and I want you to be my boyfriend, and me to be your partner. I want to go ahead and fully commit myself to you, come what may. Always and forever, right?”

Smiling at you, he then cupped your cheeks, brought your face forward, and kissed you on your lips. No sooner did that happen than you enveloped yourselves in a deep kiss, eventually causing the two of you to peel the clothes off each other’s bodies. Every touch, every kiss, every action had the power to convey how much you still loved each other at this very moment more than words ever could.

An hour had passed since you two made love after four years, and you had wrapped yourselves in a blanket, sipping on some hot chocolate in front of the fireplace, nuzzling against each other. Suddenly, either one of the phones buzzes as Hajime kisses your forehead as he goes to the strewn pile of clothes and not only gets out his phone, which just had his alarm ringing, but also a small box. As you narrowed your vision to the small box, a number of thoughts spawned in your head. “Wait, is he asking me to marry him already?” You think to yourself. “Isn’t that too soon?” However, as Hajime brings the box to you and opens it, it didn’t seem like an expensive diamond ring, but it was one of those even more expensive platinum bands that must have been bought from a jeweler’s shop.

He then tells you, “(y/n), I’ve been aware of your fear of commitment ever since your cousin had a messy divorce, and your best friend’s eleven-year old relationship ended. When you broke up with me, while I was sad and heartbroken and you were citing your inability to commit, I imagined something: that years later, you'd tell me that you wanted to commit to me, and whenever you did so, I’d give you this ring. It’s not an engagement ring, it’s a promise ring. With this, baby,” He slides the ring onto your left ring finger and says, “I promise to love you and cherish you whenever you’re ready to take the next steps in the relationship, and I promise to walk alongside you, because baby,” he then holds both of your hands while saying, "There wasn’t anyone else in my life that I dated other than you, especially when I went to the States because I couldn't imagine anyone else but you by my side. It was always you, (y/n). Always and forever.”

Tears streamed down your cheeks as your gaze met with his. You then cupped his cheeks and kissed him on the lips, with both of your “I love you”s reverberating throughout the whole house. The next day, the quarter of the Seijoh 4 helped you pack your bags, and Hajime drove you to the airport. As he stopped in front of the airport, he saw you twiddling your thumbs while subconsciously biting your lower lip. He took one hand and intertwined his fingers with yours as you turned in his direction. He smiled at you, saying, “I promise you, love, this is not the end of us. In fact, it’s just the beginning.” Both of you were then engulfed in a warm embrace for what felt like an eternity. As you got out of the car and got your belongings, you then gave Hajime a kiss before leaving for Bangkok. If you learned anything from this trip, it was that ‘tis the damn season’s fault for bringing you two back together, because that kiss wouldn’t certainly be the last.

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Boom Boom Beach

Thank you to @endeavours-jockstrap for helping me out with this! Love you bestie!!

This is y/n, Hayami, Hiromi, and Fumiko

Warnings: Kissing, implied smut, overall fluff

This fic is for the @hanayanetwork's summer collab! Enjoy!

Katsuki has been waiting for this week off since he put in time for it over a month ago. He rented a beach house in Nakijin, away from the hustle and bustle of the city, where he could just relax.

“We’re lost,” you state plainly.

“We’re not fucking lost!” Katsuki growls, gripping the steering wheel.

“Watch your language around the girls, ‘suki.”

‘Please turn left,’ the GPS says, but there’s no left turn.

“Can you just admit that we’re lost?” You type the address in your own GPS. “Look, we were supposed to take a right ten minutes ago but noooo you insisted on a shortcut.”

“I know this place, I’ll find it.”

“Uh huh.” You look back at the two girls in the backseat and the toddler between them, playing with her stuffed Red Riot toy. “You okay, girls?”

“I’m hungry,” Hayami, the green-haired five-year-old, whines.

“I’m thirsty,” Hiromi complains right after. Her blonde coils braided back into an afro puff.

“Are we there yet?” They say at the same time.

Fumiko looks up at you while sucking on her pacifier, kicking her cute feet.

“We’ll be there soon. Hopefully.”

“We fucking will,” Katsuki snaps.

“Uck!” Fumiko giggles as her pacifier slips from her lips.

You facepalm, “Great, just what I needed. This is why I said to watch your language around the girls.”

Your skin slightly changes into a dirty gold color, and the vine markings become more prominent and turn green as you start to get angry. You sigh and exhale as you try to calm yourself down. “If our children weren’t here, I’d bury you right now,” you smile as your skin turns brown again.

After another hour, you finally make it to the hotel, and it’s the most gorgeous villa you’ve ever seen, shrouded in gorgeous green plant life.

“Oh, it's beautiful,” you gasp.

“Pretty house!” The twins squeal and run inside after Katsuki pulls into the driveway.

You giggle at their enthusiasm, climb out of the car, and take Fumiko out of the back seat. “You like our vacation home, Fumi?” you ask, carrying the one-year-old.

“Ya!” she giggles. “Peey la Mama.”(pretty like mama)

“Thank you, baby.”

“Told you we’d get here,” Katsuki says smugly while getting the things from the trunk. “No one gonna help me?”

“It’s Fumi’s nap time so nope—boop.” You poke her nose and head inside. “I’m sure you can handle it, Mr. Number 2 Hero.”

“Soon to be number one.”

“Uh huh.”

After setting up the crib for Fumiko’s nap, you unpack some clothes and change into a bikini underneath a sundress. You’ve earned this relaxation time. It’s not easy being the wife of a pro hero with three kids. Constantly keeping up a good image, the public gala appearances, the constant worry of if he’d return home at all, and the stress.

A week of doing nothing sounds fantastic.

“Moooommyyyy, Hayami took the bed I wanted!”

“I saw it first.”

“Mama!” They both yell at the same time from the other room.

You just put on your sunglasses and sunhat. “Not my fucking problem.”

Katsuki wheels the suitcases into the master bedroom just as you walk out into the spacious deck to get some sunshine and read a book you’ve been hoping to finish for months but only got past the first five chapters.

“What’re you doing?” He asks.

“Relaxing. Watch the kids.” You shut the sliding door.

“What about me?! Goddammit!”

After an hour of laying back on the deck chair and reading three more chapters, you hear the door open slightly before feeling a chubby little hand pat your bare thigh. “Mama?”

“Hmm? Oh, yes, Hiromi?”

“Can I sit with you?”

“Where’s your father?”

“Daddy’s sleeping with Fumi.”

You sigh. “Okay, but you have to be quiet, Mama’s trying to relax.”

She crawls on the beach chair and snuggles under your arm while you read, softly humming one of her favorite songs. It’s not long until you fall asleep, book over your face.

About an hour later, you feel another body against your other side and a body on your stomach. You open your eyes to see Hayami snuggled on your other side and Fumiko patting your stomach eagerly. This is not how you planned to relax.

“Mama!” She giggles. “Pyay?”

Sighing softly, you look up at her and smile. “Yes, baby, we can play. But first, let’s go get your father.”

You carefully lift her off and stand up, leaving the girls to nap under the umbrella and enter the villa. Katsuki is asleep in the master bed, splayed out like a starfish and snoring like a chainsaw.

The audacity of this man.

Setting Fumi down, you smack Katsuki’s arm, and he jolts awake, quirk popping from shock.

“What the fffff—frick!” He catches himself when he sees Fumiko on the bed.

“Hehe, hi, Dada!”

“Hi, princess. How’d you get here?”

She points at you.“Mama!”

“Hey, ‘suki.”

“Oh, you’re up.”

“Unfortunately. Why do I get stuck with the girls while you’re free to hog the whole bed?”

“Because you wanted three kids and I never get to rest.”

“What?!” You slowly start to turn dark green. “You think I get to rest?”

“Okay, okay, calm down. I didn’t mean it like that. Come lay down.” He pats the spot next to him.

Your skin starts to return to normal, and you lay down beside him, sighing loudly. Fumiko climbs on your back and bounces happily.

“Fumi? What are you doin?” you giggle as she wiggles against your back.

“Cuda Mama!” she giggles.

Katsuki lays his head on your butt, playfully squeezing it, “Cuddles sound great right now.”

“Of course, it does from where you are,” you snicker. “The girls are up.”

“How can you tell?”

“The roots beneath the house are vibrating and I can hear them giggling to themselves.”

As you mention that, you hear footsteps rush towards your bedroom as they open the door.

“Mama! Daddy! We found something soooo cool!” Hayami squeals, and Hiromi bounces on her toes.

“Told you. What is it, girls?” you chuckle.

“There’s a beach down the path we found! Can we go, pleeaaasseeee?!” Hiromi grins. “It’s so big and pretty!”

“Sure thing, kiddo,” Katsuki smiles.

“Also, can we get a snack? I’m hungry,” Hayami asks.

“Hungy,” Fumiko repeats.

“You guys want lunch?” Katsuki asks, softly grunting as he gets up from the bed. “Let’s head to one of the restaurants, then buy some groceries on the way back.”

“Are you sure it won’t be too expensive?”

“It’s okay. I’m treating you and the girls this week. Don’t worry.”

“Aw, so sweet.”

“Let’s see what’s nearby. Maybe tomorrow we can go out to the beach?”

Hayami and Hiroto cheer and hug you and Katsuki before running off to explore the villa some more.

Later that night, as you washed the dishes, Katsuki came behind you for a hug. “Hey, baby.”

“Hey, what’s up?” you smile.

“I missed you today,” he mumbles.

“I was on the porch and playing with the girls while you cooked and napped, remember?”

“Yeah, but I still missed you. When’s the last time we were alone like this?”

“That weekend, we sent Hiromi and Hayami to your mother’s house. Which ended up giving us Fumiko,” you giggle, reminiscing.

“You wanna try for a fourth? Maybe a boy this time?”

“Suki, the kids are in the other room,” you whine.

“Asleep.” He kisses your shoulder, tugging the strap down your shoulder.

“Hayami’s a light sleeper.”

Katsuki ignores you and kisses your shoulder along the curve towards your neck. “I’ll be quick.”

“No, you won’t,” you giggle before stopping when tiny footsteps slap against the hardwood. “Mama?” a small voice calls out.

Pushing yourself away from the sink and Katsuki, you feel your face warm as you turn around. “Yes, Hiromi?”

“I had a nightmare,” Hiromi whimpers.

“Aww, baby, you wanna talk about it?” you coo, pulling away from Katsuki and making your way over to the younger twin.

“You and Daddy left me,” she sniffles. “Said you didn’t love me anymore and Daddy used his quirk to blow me away.”

Looking down at her, you rubbed her back as she hid her face in your shirt, softly crying into your chest.

Katsuki walked in soon after and sat beside you, softly pulling Hayami between you so you could both hug her. “Daddy would never abandon you. I love you and your sisters way too much. I wouldn’t leave unless there was no other choice and I had to.”

“Love you,” she mumbles, nuzzling into Katsuki's chest this time before slowly falling asleep.

“We love you too, princess. Now let's get you back to bed,” Katsuki smiles, picking her up and carrying her back to her room. Once inside, he set her down beneath her sheets and kissed her forehead. “Sweet dreams.” Quietly walking backward into the hallway, he smiled at the sight of his girls all fast asleep.

Katsuki made his way back to the bedroom and chuckled as you ran your hands over the walls, flowers springing up wherever you touched, watching you from the doorway. “Having fun?”

“It looked too boring in here,” you reply as you finish up and stand back to admire the work.

“You know we’re gonna have to remove ‘em when we leave, right?”

“A little flower never hurt nobody.”

“Hemlock, Poison Ivy, Wolf’s Bane,” he lists, making his way over to admire your work. You grew lilacs and zinnias on the wall, and five red roses were in the middle of it all.

“Since when did you know so much about flowers?” you smile.

“I know lots of things, buttercup.”

You raise an eyebrow, folding your arms across your chest as he flashes a confident smirk. “Do you now?”

“Test me.”

“What does it mean when a flower blooms twice?” you ask.

“They’re perennials. C’mon, give me something harder.”

Thinking to yourself, you rack your brain for a random plant fact and smile once you find one. “Hmm, okay. Why shouldn’t you send someone orange lilies in a bouquet?”

“Because they mean hatred.”

“What’s the art of flower arranging?”

“Ikebana.”

“Wow, you do know lots of things? Where’d you learn that?”

“I’ve had a pretty good teacher,” he smirks, his large hands finding their place on your hips, pulling you close to him.

“I’m sure you did,” you giggle, turning your head to kiss him as your face flushed. ‘He really learned all of this for me? That’s so sweet.’ “Now that the girls are sleeping, you still wanna garden? Try for another seedling?”

“You’re serious? Hell yeah!”

You roll your eyes playfully before yelping when he drops you on the bed.

“Buckle up, buttercup. You’re mine tonight.”

The following day you wake up to familiar tiny hands patting your arm, rousing you from sleep.

“Mmm, five more minutes,” you groan.

“Mama, wake up!” the twins whine.

Your mom instincts force your eyes open. “What? What’s going on? Who’s hurt?”

“Daddy said come eat breakfast.”

‘Breakfast? Guess he went out and bought groceries.’ you think before whining internally as Hayami starts poking your cheek. “Ugh, fine.”

Hiromi reaches up and takes one of the white lilies from your hair. “Pretty!”

Your face warms up, and you snatch it back. “Don’t touch those.”

“Sorry, Mama.”

“It’s okay, baby. Go tell your father I’ll be out soon.”

They run out, and you slump back into bed, groaning into the pillow.

After picking out the roses and lilies from your coils, showering, and changing into a pair of shorts and one of Katsuki’s old shirts you stole to sleep in, you finally get up and make your way to the dining room.

“Morning, my babies.”

“Mama!” Fumiko squeals as Katsuki kisses your cheek.

“Morning, you missed one.” He plucks a rose from your hair and hands it to you.

You feel your face warm as you look away from Katsuki before getting a cute yet devious idea.

Placing the rose in his hair, you kiss his nose and smile as his freckled cheeks turn baby pink. “Keep it. It suits you.”

“...thanks.”

“Daddy’s blushy,” Hiromi giggles.

“No I’m not! Shut up.”

The twins giggle to themselves and keep eating.

After breakfast, you all walk down the path towards the beach. Only a few people are around, sunbathing or wading in the water. Katsuki sets up the umbrella, beach towels, and chairs for you as the twins run towards the water.

Fumiko tries to follow after them, but Katsuki snatches her up. “You can’t swim yet, princess,” he chuckles at the toddler’s enthusiasm.

She points at the water and whines. “Wa go!”

“We’ll go later.”

Laying back on the chair, you sigh contentedly. “Exactly what I need.”

“Always sunbathing, buttercup.”

“It feels nice and it’s good for my quirk. The girls too.”

Katsuki notices your exposed legs start to turn dark green. “Better not get sunburned.”

“Some of us actually use sunscreen, Suki.”

While helping Fumiko build a sandcastle, Katsuki hears his nickname being called in the distance. He looks in the direction, and his heart sinks. “No.”

“What?” You ask, lifting your sunglasses and squint at the figures in the distance. “Isn’t that—?”

“No!”

“Bakubro!”

“Goddammit!” Katsuki yells in frustration. “The one time I actually get to relax and he’s here.”

“Katsuki, he’s your best friend, and look he brought Iwa and his wife, Tamami.”

“Don’t care. We’re leaving.” He picks up Fumiko. “Get the girls!”

“Wed? Wed! Wan Wed!”

“No, baby. No Red for you,” Katsuki grumbles as he carries her and the beach towels.

“We’re not leaving. Look, they're here. Hiiiii!” You stand to greet them, hugging Tamami and Iwa, who pats your face happily.

Looking over at Tamami, you smiled at the fluffy afro she had her hair in. You haven’t seen Eijiro and Tamami since your shared baby shower with Tamami a little over a year prior. They only have little Iwa for now, but she’s about four to five months pregnant with their second baby.

“What a surprise,” Tama smiles at you. “Didn’t expect to see anyone we knew.”

You step back to look at her bump. “Ooh they’re so big already?”

“Hopefully it’s a girl and Iwa can have a little sister and Ei can finally, and I quote ‘have two little gems to take care of.’”

Eijiro catches Katsuki in a bear hug, careful not to crush Fumiko. “Good to see you, bro!”

“Wed!” Fumiko squeals.

“Hey, little lady!” Eijiro tickles her chin. “Cuter than ever. Where are the twins?”

You look over and see the girls splashing each other in the water.

“Having fun in the ocean. I am so glad they have swim caps or I’d be doing three wash days,” you shudder.

“Sounds fun. Say hi to Uncle Suki, Iwa.” He bounces the little boy in his arms.

“Hi!”

“Hey, Iwa,” Katsuki mumbles before sputtering as he gets “slapped” by Fumiko. “Hey!”

“Wa Iwa! Pyay!”

“Fiko!” Iwa giggles.

Katsuki puts the umbrella and towel back down as Fumiko squirms a bit before getting set down. She waddles up to Eijiro, pulling on the leg of his shorts.

“Pyay Iwa?” she asks.

“You wanna play with Iwa? Sure thing.” Eijiro puts his son down in the beach towel and smiles when he waddles over and hugs Fumiko.

“Aww, they’re best friends.”

“No boys,” Katsuki grumbles.

“Babe, they’re babies. They won’t do anything,” you chuckle.

“Still.”

“Anyway, you guys are free to join us if you want.”

“Thanks, y/n.”

Over the next five hours or so, you spent time with your and Eijiro’s family, walking back to the house to grab a couple of snacks and lunch.

The twins drag Katsuki and Eijiro along the beach to look for shells, leaving you with the toddlers and Tama.

“I’m going to have such an uneven tan,” she tuts, adjusting the umbrella next to her.

“No, you’ll be fine,” you smile, adjusting your sunhat.

“Says the woman who always looks amazing! Even after having three kids.”

You snort and rub more sunscreen on your arms. “The perks of having a husband that can pay for plastic surgery.”

“Oooohh, who’s your doctor?”

“I’ll give you their number.”

“Mama!” Fumiko and Iwa squeal.

Pushing yourself off the towel, you walk to the toddlers and smile. “Yeah baby?”

“Wer Mama?” Iwa whimpers.

“Your Mommy’s resting. What was it you wanted to show me?”

“Wat dat?” Fumiko points at a crab skittering in front of her.

“Oh, that’s a crab. They’re really yummy to eat.”

“No! No eat cab!” Iwa whines.

Crouching down to his level, you chuckle and pat his head. They’re so innocent and precious. “We won’t eat him. He’s crawling around looking for food. Don’t touch him though. He might pinch ya!” you tease, making a pinching motion with your fingers.

Fumiko squeals and waddles away from the crab towards your leg. “Uppies!”

“What’s the magic word, bub?”

“Peez?”

“Okay,” you smile, picking her up and letting her ride on your shoulders. “You want uppies too, Iwa?”

“Ya peez!”

“Good boy,” you coo, booping his nose, picking him up, placing him on your hip, and walking back to Tama.

“Mama, up!” He crawls onto the beach chair.

“Watch my tummy,” Tama groans while sitting up so he can hug her. “You’re so big, god.”

“Lub you.”

“Aw, Mama loves you too,” she coos, petting his black hair.

You enjoy the peace a little longer, wrapping Fumiko up in her towel so she can lay on you for a nap.

A loud explosion in the distance startles all of you. For a moment, you think it’s a villain attack, and you get ready to use your quirk before hearing a loud laugh following the explosion. Turning your head, you see sand flying in the distance. A little further away, a tall figure is getting ‘attacked’ by a smaller figure, followed by the sounds of firecrackers.

“Waaaaaaa!”

Fumiko’s sobs bring you back to the current situation in front of you as you rock the crying toddler, attempting to shush and comfort her. “It’s okay, baby. Mama’s here. You’re okay. Don’t cry,” you coo, kissing her forehead.

“Shh, baby, it’s okay.”

You bounce Fumiko as she whimpers into your neck, gripping your shirt. Looking up, you and Tamami glare at Katsuki as he and the twins come back covered in soot, along with Eijiro, who’s turning off his quirk.

“Hey baby,” Katsuki grins, brushing some of the soot from his arms.

“What the hell happened?!”

The twins crowd you, bouncing eagerly. “Daddy let us use our quirks!”

“It was fun! I blew up a sandcastle!” Hayami giggles.

“I made Uncle Red go boom!” Hiromi smiles.

“Wow,” Tama says sarcastically.

“I hope you two had fun, but you made the babies cry.”

“Sorry, Fumi,” the twins mumble, patting Fumiko’s leg.

“Daddy’s sorry, lil man,” Eijiro coos, carefully taking Iwa from Tama’s arms and kissing his forehead while rubbing his back.

Katsuki sits next to you and cuddles Fumiko. “Sorry princess.”

“Dada scawy…” she whimpers.

He kisses her cheeks, “No more explosions, I promise.”