#like genkan

[nordic-language-love]

english has a perfectly good word for shinkansen (bullet train) and yet no english speakers here seem to use it they literally all just say shinkansen

#there are a lot of words where we do actually have an english word but most people use the japanese word #but there are subtle differences between the english and the japanese so it makes sense #like genkan #you could translate that as an entry way or an entrance hall #but entry way could be inside or outside and entrance hall suggests a separate room #whereas genkan is specifically the area in a building where you take your shoes off #it's rarely a separate room it's usually just a small area #and then there's onigiri #you could say rice balls but that suggests they're spherical and they're not #onsen is another one #you could say hot spring but that doesn't cover the fact it's a resort/spa area #but shinkansen... it's a bullet train. that's what we call it in english. there's no small differences #i guess bc (a) shinkansen is easier to say and (b) no english signs here say bullet train they all say shinkansen

[theloveinc]

<<< he walks you to your door and you won’t let him come in because “it’s not clean” and he’s like “??? Ok??? What’s your point???” And then proceeds to walk in anyways

You're literally fighting over the doorknob and it's like the one time he underestimates his own strength and ends up pushing his way inside AND THEN tripping over you so that you both end up on the floor lmfaooooooooo crying....

#todoroki #and then you're just both laying in the genkan and he's like 'what this isn't dirty at all' #and it's just face palm . okay. #LMFAO SORRY I COULDNT STOP THINKING ABT THIS #anyway in class now smoochies #caitie things #gen

[heich0e]

everyone's like suna smut suna smut but I'm here like suna angst?

I'm talking suna "doesn't care about anything but is oddly, pathetically sad after a breakup" rintaro

that's godtier stuff🤌🏼

i was literally having a thought on this wavelength earlier.... we r so in sync babe

i just keep thinking about how bc suna is usually so flat-affected, when he's upset no one knows what to do? so he sequesters himself away so that no one has to see him like that. no one has to know. he'll get over it, he tells himself, this is for the best. but then it's just him all alone with all of these BIG uncomfortable things he's feeling that he doesn't know what to do with.

he's always been this way. even as a kid. when his parents were fighting, then divorcing, then splitting everything in the home he'd grown up in into two piles--his little sister's belongings in the pile going to their mother's new home, and his in with his father's. his little sister cried constantly back then, so it was his responsibility to bear it. it's a habit he doesn't know how to grow out of.

he shows up to practice with red eyes but a straight face so no one on EJP questions it. he dodges calls and lets texts go unanswered. he bails on an inarizaki meet up that's been in the works for weeks under the guise that he's not feeling well and has to be up early the next day for training.

and it's just him, in his apartment, with boxes full of feelings he just doesn't know how to unpack.

#tsumu and samu show up at his door in nagano and suna has no idea what to do so he just quietly breaks down in the genkan #tsumu helps him up and into the apartment #samu makes some food or tea or maybe both because it's always been his go-to when atsumu is sad like this #they don't even really talk #just sit with suna until he's ready #osamu quietly sends aran a text to let him know they made it and that they'll take care of him #aran passes the message on to kita (who had been the one to suggest the visit in the first place) #hq hcs #liv got mail

[sutorus]

imagine having a sleep over at megumis and toji decides to steal you away once he finally passes out 😮‍💨 his shirts and sweats probably have cigarettes burns in them

you gave me sm toji brain rot

-🫧 anon

we gave each other toji brainrot anon 🤝 kind of a part 2 to the kinktober toji fic

WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI. f! reader, unprotected, mild daddy kink, some anal play, degradation, toji being toji

you’re shifting on your feet, lips trapped between your teeth as you ring the doorbell. you’re early to the sleepover by a full hour.

you don’t know what you want to expect. if it’s toji, sitting on the couch, glass of some cheap shit on the armrest and hand tucked into his sweats.

or if it’s megumi, waiting at the door, bowl of popcorn by his hip and tv blasting because his dad isn’t home to scowl about the noise.

megumi does open the door. and toji does sit there.

and somehow, that’s the least likely, worst case scenario.

“hey,” megumi greets you, stepping aside to let you in.

toji doesn’t spare you a glance, so you let your eyes travel all over him. his bare feet propped up on the center table, his arm behind his head and fingers scratching his hair.

megumi notices you looking and — thankfully — only clicks his tongue, believing you’re just as irritated at his father’s presence as he is.

and are you? you’re unsure.

you don’t know how to face toji. you don’t know how to interact with him anymore, if you even should.

you sleep over at megumi’s house all the time, but right now you suddenly forgot how it even goes. do you take your shoes off at the genkan? do you leave your bag by the door?

you decide to just walk to megumi’s room wordlessly, taking the long way behind the couch as to not block toji’s view from the tv.

this doesn’t go unnoticed by either men.

megumi follows you inside, closing the door behind him and plopping down on his bed.

“so are we starting with the first movie?” he flips his laptop open. “it’s the best one, anyway.”

“uh, yeah, sure,” you sit down beside him hesitantly.

you’re just now noticing how much megumi and toji look alike and it’s freaking you out.

“what the fuck is wrong with you today?” blunt as always. blunt as toji.

“huh? dude, chill,” you lie down, placing the laptop on your lap. megumi eyes you suspiciously before lying down beside you. “i just didn’t sleep much last night.”

“right,” he says, skeptical but disinterested, and presses play.

every minute of the movie is torture — on the screen and in your head.

around the beginning of saw iii, megumi orders pizza. him, you and toji eat in silence.

complete silence. he doesn’t even look at you.

why isn’t he looking at you? you’re in your pajamas already. no bra. short shorts. you thought you’d both established that that worked on him.

toji wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and gets up, with a grunted clean up when you’re done.

it’s so frustrating, the total lack of attention, and you’re starting to get pent up. settling back down next to megumi to watch fucking saw iv and hear him question the viability of each trap drives you crazier by the minute.

when you finally tuck in for the night, you’re anything but relaxed.

what happened to “you have one more hole for me to wreck don’t you”? toji’s so full of shit, probably too drunk to even get it up tonight anyway.

it’s those angry thoughts that lull you to slumber, regret settling deep in your gut for having ever let that horrible man inside you.

not long after you fall asleep, however, you’re stirred awake, a soft, sake-soaked breeze blowing over your face.

you crack one eye open, no surprise in your gaze because who else could it be.

toji’s smirking, crouched down, eyes searching all over your sleeping form. it sends a chill down your spine.

what do you want, you mouth to him, anger persisting against the arousal already starting to build within you.

his grin grows wider, wilder. he gets up slowly and beckons with two fingers, and like the silly fucking slut you are, you follow.

you — not toji — make sure to gingerly close the door to megumi’s room before you turn around to face him. or rather, face his chest, the flimsy cloth littered with cigarette burns that covers those muscles you finally got to know so well.

“hello?” is all you can manage to say.

he loves your indignation, loves the brattiness, will love to fuck it out of you tonight, too.

“what, don’t want it?”

you roll your eyes.

“you had to wait until megumi’s right there to say you wanna do it?” your focus wavers as he runs his hands up and down your waist. “you couldn’t have pulled me aside before?”

toji presses his leer to the side of your throat, caging you in against the wall right by the door. you let out a soft moan, hands already reaching for his arms.

“had to make sure you two weren’t gettin’ it on,” he growls into the crock of your neck, making you grimace in disgust. “i don’t like to share my toys, y’know.”

“ew, he’s your son,” the irony in your statement isn’t lost on you, the person you should actually be ewing at.

you push him away and the feeling of his abs under your palms is enough to break any rest of resolve you had in you.

toji lets out a low, satisfied laugh, throwing his head back. “exactly why i worry.”

soon enough, and unsusprisingly, he has you bent over the kitchen island, pussy stretched out and dripping on his thick cock.

“shut the fuck up,” he keeps saying when you moan, only to fuck you harder and faster and deeper.

the furniture is digging into your belly, your forearms skidding on the top. you whine softly, angling your hips so he can hit that one spot inside you that makes you see stars.

“ohhh yeah, fuck back into me,” he grabs your hair and you let out a yelp, punished with a blow to your ass. still, you do as you’re told, the sounds of your skin slapping against his growing louder, quicker.

“t-touch me, touch me, make me cum,” you beg in a desperate whisper, head straining in his grip.

toji laughs, dragging his cock out of you slowly before plunging all the way back in.

“shut up, slut,” and god, why is that so hot to you, “last i checked you weren’t in a position to make demands.”

you whimper, trying to snake a hand down your clit to do it yourself.

suddenly, toji stops.

“ah, that reminds me,” he slowly, torturously slowly to make you feel every inch of him, pulls out of you completely. then he pokes your asshole with the head of his cock.

“no,” you say in a panicked breath, trying to turn around in his grip. “no, no, not today, definitely not right now no—“

“shhh, fuck, be quiet,” he wraps his entire forearm around your throat and brings your body into his chest, nibbling at your jaw. “you’re gonna like it.”

“i don’t want to,” it’s one last attempt, the most honest one you have. toji likes fucking with you, flustering you, that much is obvious.

but is he seriously— and without any prep, too?—

he chuckles low in his throat, right into your ear.

“then ask me not to.”

he slides the tip back into your cunt and you relax a little, even moving your hips back and forth like hey! look how good my pussy is! can you just stay in it and not ruin my ass please!

“please don’t fuck my ass,” you try.

“hmm,” he hums, sliding his cockhead out. then back in. then back out.

“please, toji, don’t fuck my asshole tonight,” you clench around him, trying to take more of his length inside.

“not good enough, whore,” he slams all way back in, shoving your body into the sharp wood and making you wail. toji starts moving, fucking little noises out of you with every thrust. “say, ‘no please daddy not there, not my little asshole!’”

you let out a long, pitchy whine, clawing at the arm around your neck.

“do it or else,” toji gathers up some wetness at your entrance with your thumb and presses it to your asshole, rubbing little wet circles.

“fuck you, toj—ahh,” his finger slips inside and you clench down hard. “please! please daddy not there, not my—“

toji cackles, fucking you in earnest now, plowing every word and thought out of your brain. you’re grunting with the force of his thrusts, finding purchase in the edges of the kitchen island, knuckles turning white.

“such a good little girl, aren’t ya,” he says into the shell of your ear, snaking a hand around your hip to rub your puffy clit.

you throw your head back onto his shoulder, legs shaking in between his. “ahhh, fuck, d-daddy—“

your orgasm washes over you so forcefully that you feel like folding in two, going limp in toji’s grip as he chases his own.

he buries a few low, animalistic grunts into your hair before he’s filling up your cunt, aborted little thrusts pushing out staccato breaths from his lips.

he releases his grip on you, cock still spurting out the rest of his load.

once he pulls out, toji keeps feeding his cum into your pussy over and over, telling you to watch the floors before you have to limp your way to the bathroom to clean up.

you do the best you can without taking a shower, body so thoroughly exhausted that you don’t even know if you’d have the energy for one.

right now, all you want is to plop down on a soft surface and get some much needed sleep, feeling actually satisfied.

when you leave the bathroom, you’re faced with a groggy, disheveled megumi standing by his bedroom door.

your eyes quickly scan your surroundings.

toji is nowhere to be seen.

megumi’s eyes reveal nothing, none of the thoughts that might be going through his head right now.

as for you, there’s only one word bouncing around inside your skull:

fuck.

a/n sorry again

#✩.asks #✩.toji #✩.bsf’s dad!toji #toji smut #toji fushiguro smut #toji reader smut #toji x reader #toji fushiguro reader #toji x you #dilf toji #toji x female reader #✩.🫧 anon

[satoruhour]

sliding down a wall in agony over gojo and his undercut rn.... wanna run my hands across it and then pull on his hair while he's eating pussy i'm SOO NORMAL OMG

a/n: OH MY GOD ! peep i have a fluffy drabble of it here muahahaha

warnings: fem!reader, making out, fingering, oral (f! receiving), clit stimulation, implied multiple rounds, n*sfw under the cut

gojo sighs when you meet his lips after a long day. he hasn’t even gotten past the genkan when you’re already leaning forward to engulf him in your love. without effort, he removes his shoes while wrapping his arms around you. no words are exchanged; you know it’s been a long day for satoru from the way his shoulders sag and he doesn’t greet you with the happiest of tones.

he silently walks you into your shared home, humming into your lips as his initial stress and frustration subsides into love and he brings your arms around his neck. he uses his tongue to nudge your lips and you willingly open your mouth, letting him play with your tongue as the kiss turns sloppy.

you let him have his way, hands feeling all up your body as he mutters something equivalent to jump and you pull away briefly to admire his swollen glossy lips and his tousled hair. you hop into his arms and moan softly at the hands on your ass, fingers knowing where to go even though you were so damn engrossed in locking lips with him.

they tug off his blindfold and his hair comes tumbling down, fingertips digging into the back of his head. they’re as short as always, prickly strands that feel oddly blunt from how much you run your hand over it everyday. from there, your hand massages the back of his head and it quells his headache briefly. gojo sighs and releases your lips with a soft ‘pop’, kissing down your neck as you continue to glide your hand over the fuzzy hairs and back up. with a soft tug on his strands, his mouth drops in a silenced gasp.

“oh yeah . . feel good?” you whisper, so fragile with gojo’s love that if you speak even a decibel above that you fear you might break the tension. gojo nods, going back to sucking on your neck while you play with his hair, but his way of distressing involves stripping you down, too—

with hushed praises against your physique, satoru pecks his way down your body, giving attention to all your sensitive areas before coming right down to your cunt. there’s already a wet patch that is soaked through the fabric, and for the first time that night, your lover speaks.

“so pretty f’r me, always . .” it’s a little raspy from the lack of use, but you know he’s about to go back into wordless groans by the way he peels away your underwear and sighs at your wetness. gojo licks off your arousal from your panties with a small grin, a glint in his eyes that suggests he can’t let a drop go to waste.

the fabric is across the room by then and your legs trapped in his upper arms, tongue drawing out the sweetest moans from you as he gives your clit teasing kitten licks.

“baby— b-baby . . satoru—” all he does is flit his eyes to you, deep blues staring you down below his stark white lashes and he holds it. even as you squirm around on the couch and dig your heels into his back, he doesn’t waver. he then gathers some saliva and spits onto your pussy, rubbing it in with a whimper — it’s all he can do when you continue to leak arousal.

“s’good, your tongue’s so— f-fuck!” more and more and more, you drip onto the sofa that again, he takes his curious tongue and licks it right up from your asshole and collects every drop of your nectar. he slurps it all up before he starts his merciless assault.

gojo gets all in there, eating you out like a starved man and slobbering over your cunt, flicking and sucking at your clit over and over to the point where you don’t know where you are. the grasping hands on the sofa does nothing, so you settle instead for his hair. they feel much much different now, the short hairs of his undercut feeling sharp and vivid through your fingertips because of how sensitive your body was. his eyes flutter close, upper body pushed into your pelvis so eagerly.

your hands stall for a bit when you notice satoru is grinding down onto the sofa — your pussy tastes so good it has gojo satoru humping whatever for some relief — but your focus is back again when he prods at your hole with a finger. with one swift push, he inserts it and the wandering hands all over his undercut moves up to pull.

gojo moans into your cunt at the intoxicating and burning feeling on his scalp, finger pumping faster in you that it has you closing your thighs around him. he’s too drunk on your pussy to care that he’s coming up short of breath, letting you ride his tongue. your fingers card through his hair, tugging, releasing, tugging, it’s an endless cycle that drags him into your cunt over and over.

“close— c— g-god!” you moan out loud, head thrown back and vision turning white once he plunges his second finger into your cunt and you clamp down on him so tightly that gojo has trouble pistoning them into you. there’s a mantra of his name on your lips as you pull the harshest you’ve ever done to his hair, the other gripping the back of the couch. you grind your hips into his relentless mouth, hearing yourself drip down his chin as you cum all over his face.

“pretty, pretty pussy . . mmhm . .” satoru mumbles, fixated on how his fingers disappear in you, “can you give me another, darling?” his lids are hooded and he’s sleepy and it’s clear he isn’t talking to you. when he starts to pump his fingers again, the lewd sclick! that sounds out makes him lick his lips, “thaat’s the answer i want . .”

#anon #asks #I FELL ASLEEP .... #after this im going back to sleep it’s 7am here dawg #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk gojo #jjk x you #jjk gojo x reader #gojo smut #gojo satoru smut #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen smut

[bungalowbear]

some kissing with husband!nanami.

cw: kissing with tongue, slight angst

wc: ~600

Nanami is thirty minutes late for dinner when he walks through the front door. Your husband doesn’t make a habit of working overtime, in fact he absolutely despises the very concept, so on the rare occasion when it does happen you know it wasn’t of his own volition.

“Welcome home, Kento.”

You meet him at the top of the genkan with a warm smile. As you watch him slip into his house shoes you notice faint traces of dirt on his suit jacket and the subtle redness on his knuckles. Nanami greets you with a kiss on the cheek before you take his bags, one leather for work and one plastic from the convenience store, and carry them to the dining room table.

“Sorry I’m late, dear,” he says as he shuffles along behind you.

“You got me my favorites.” You look through the plastic bag and see a few familiar wrappers. Your heart swells at the gesture. “All is forgiven.”

Nanami chuckles at your playful tone, pulling out a chair. He lets out a long, tired sigh when he sits, legs spread wide and head hanging over the back of the chair. He removes his glasses and rubs a quick hand over his face before shutting his eyes.

“Bad day?” you ask, setting aside the plastic bag.

“No, just—” He heaves another sigh. “Long.”

You frown at the exhaustion in his voice.

The ability to see curses is the extent of your jujutsu capabilities. Therefore, you can only imagine the kind of mental and physical toll it takes on a person to go out and actively combat them. You try your best to be a shoulder to lean on or an open ear to your husband and his unique struggles, but you also know he doesn’t tell you the full extent of what his job entails.

Some days you’re content with not knowing it all, but then other days, like today, you worry that there will come a day when you won’t know how to make it better. What will happen then?

A thought suddenly enters your mind when you see his tie has already been pulled loose. You hook your finger in the knot to undo it completely. Your husband is still as you take both ends of the spotted fabric and hold them taut. You pull a little harder and slowly his head lolls forward. You release the tie and hold his jaw with both your hands.

You lean down, gently pressing your lips to his as your lashes flutter closed. Taking his bottom lip carefully between your teeth, your thumbs press against the corners of his mouth and move upward along the sharp lines of his cheekbones to coax his lips apart. When they do, your tongue traces along his top lip before it slowly enters his mouth.

The dining room fills with the soft sounds of mouths melding together, opening wide to devour one another softly, slowly. Hot, heavy breaths pass from one body into the other. Tongues not battling for dominance, but instead simply seeking the comfort of a familiar taste. A sweet sensation that makes mouths salivate. The excess moisture coats the delicate skin of lips as they move in harmony.

Nanami takes hold of your face, strong hands delicately pull your faces apart. He sighs. But this time it’s from relief. You watch as the tension leaves his shoulders and a content smile graces his lips.

You rest your forehead against his. Both your chests heave with the rush of experiencing one another.

“Love you, Ken.”

Nanami nudges his nose against yours, eyes opening to reveal warm brown eyes.

“Love you, my dear.”

#catalog #nanami kento x reader #nanami x reader #nanami kento #jujutsu kaisen #husband!nanami

[earthtooz]

Just an idea that popped in my head (because i love you and your writing) but how do you think gojo would react when he's sitting on couch, waiting for reader to get ready so they can attend a party,and she emerges from their room,wearing the sexiest red dress and red lipstick?

Like,one min gojo is tapping on his phone,the next minute he's choking on air 😂

no mentions of reader's pronouns but reader wears a dress and makeup, suggestive, kinda deviated from what anon originally wanted, gojo is dumb and in love nevertheless.

“if you don’t kiss me this very second, i might die.”

“excuse me?”

“if you don’t kiss me this very second, i. might. die,” gojo parrots, putting more emphasis on his words, as his eyes burn blue flames of determination and unwavering grit.

a laugh slips past your lips, “you’re being silly, satoru,” is all you say before walking past him and towards the genkan where you put out the red heels you were planning on wearing tonight.

“but i’m being serious!” he whines, “you don’t want me to die now, do you?”

“what started this?” reaching down to put on your shoes, your boyfriend is beside you in an instant, holding out his hand for you to grab as if acting like a glorified stand. you take it easily, putting your weight onto him to balance. 

“when you’re looking this irresistible i can’t help it, and it’s a red dress, what do you want from me?” the white-haired whistles before bending down to his knees when you’re back on two feet. his hands then reach for the straps of your shoes, wrapping them up for you. “is it so selfish of me to keep you all for myself?”

he kisses your calf when he’s done, standing back to his full height. “well, you are a selfish man, after all.”

“only when it comes to you,” gojo reaches for your hand to place on his cheek. his other hand tightens around your waist, gentle with his grip, but fully possessive. “you’re too gorgeous for my health, i’ll die of jealousy before lack of attention.” 

you laugh, drunk on love and affection as gojo pouts at you. “oh satoru.”

“what?” exclaims the sorcerer. “you’re going to capture everyone’s hearts. i don’t like it when other men look at you.” 

“is that my fault?”

“no, never your fault, baby. i’ll fight off anyone who looks too long.”

you smile at him, eyes crinkling. “what am i gonna do with you?”

“stay with me forever?”

“if you’re good enough, sure.”

“how about a kiss, then?”

pinching his cheeks, you take a step away from him, breaking the hazy, lovestruck daydream that gojo had entered. “not when i have this lipstick on.”

(he takes a second to admire your retreating figure, only looking away when you send him a pointed and unimpressed look, to his dismay.) 

“why not?” his tone is one of utter distraught and like a magnet, the sorcerer finds himself drawn towards standing beside you again, hand snaking up to hold your hips as you check your appearance in the hallway mirror.

“it will leave a lipstick mark, duh.”

“maybe that’s what i want.”

“you’re awful.”

“just one kiss, please?”

“but it will ruin the makeup.”

“i’ll die otherwise, y/n, won’t you save me?” 

you scoff. “fine. one kiss.”

the look of pure joy on gojo’s face could rival the brightness of the sun and you wonder how you could ever learn to resist this man’s charms. turning around in his grasp, you pull him in for a kiss that fills his lungs with absolute adoration, a warmth that threatens to melt him into a puddle at your feet. 

his heart sinks when you pull away, and hits rock bottom with a ‘thud’ when you don’t return to him.

“hey! that was too short.”

“makeup, satoru,” you lecture pointedly. “we should probably leave now, don’t want to be too late-”

“-i think we just don’t go at all.” 

“that would be impolite and rude, we can’t-”

“-we can,” he murmurs before sealing your lips with his, this time with a lot more passion and weight than you likes. however, not one part of you moves to push him away, giving in to his touch despite how you know you shouldn’t. 

“satoru, you’re going to have lipstick marks all over you,” you reason against his lips.

instead, he kisses you harder. “just what i want.” 

when his hand bunches up your red dress in his grasp, you know you’ve lost this fight, bending to gojo’s wishes under him.

you arrive looking prim and proper whilst your lover’s neck is littered with kiss marks. 

© EARTHTOOZ 2023, do not steal, translate, repost my fics and do not recommend my fics onto any other site.

#MEDIOCRE WRITING ONCE AGAIN FOR GOJO SATORU LMFAOOOOOOOOOO ROFL whatever #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojou x reader #gojo x reader fluff #gojo satoru x reader fluff #gojou satoru x reader fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #earthtooz: JJK

[andypantsx3]

HOME, SAFE, YOURS : TODOROKI SHOUTO x READER

CONTENT & WARNINGS: pro hero au, gender neutral reader, established relationship, care-taking, aged-up characters, smut (reader gives shouto a shower handjob), 18+ minors please dni!

WORD COUNT: 2k

Shouto looks worn as he toes off his boots in the genkan.

It's not the first time your boyfriend has come home looking tired, and it's thankfully nothing like the bone-deep exhaustion that always pulls at him after a truly harrowing shift. But it's very clear Shouto has stretched himself today, judging by the slightly slower, more ginger way he's carrying himself.

Drawing closer, you can see dirt and ash scraped over his high cheekbones, and that much confirms your suspicions. Definitely a tough take down today, if he's looking this beat up.

"Hi Sho," you say, hurrying over to throw your arms around him, relieved to have him back in your hands. It's a little easier with the height the genkan step gives you, putting his broad shoulders in easier reach. "Tough day today?"

Shouto's arms come around you as he presses his face into your shoulder, breathing in deeply. He's cold, the chill from outside still lingering on his clothes, on his skin. He smells like ash and sweat.

"Hello, love," he says, his voice a low rumble you can feel against you. "It was... difficult."

You grip him tighter, holding him to you. "I'm glad you're safe."

His mouth is warm on the skin of your neck. "I am glad to come home to you."

A smile pulls at your mouth as you pet through his hair. It's soft and silky, but a little piecey—the after effect of having used phosphor, you know. You spend a couple moments absently running your fingers through the strands, clinging to as much of his shoulder as you can reach, reveling in the feeling of him back in your embrace, home safe where you like him best.

Shouto lets you hold him, face still pressed into the crook of your neck, the line of tension in his shoulders unwinding. His breath tickles your skin, slow and even. You cling just a little bit more tightly.

"Let's get some soup in you and get you in the shower, huh?" you say after you've stood like that for some minutes, your voice a little startling in the quiet of your apartment. You lightly tug on a hunk of his hair, inquiring.

Shouto doesn't move, just huffs softly into your shoulder.

You can't help but grin again, charmed by him as always, shifting so you can clutch his face in your hands and pull him up for a kiss instead. This time Shouto goes easily, his mouth following yours, his kiss soft and sweet and slow.

Shouto takes his time with you, so you do too, pouring your relief and your happiness to see him again into the kiss. His hands tighten on your back like he understands, hitching you up against him a bit more firmly.

"Soup time," you tell him when he finally lets your mouth go. Those heterochromatic eyes flutter open, and he frowns a little bit, leaning back in.

You smile into another kiss, laughing when his hands creep down your sides, charting a path to your thighs where you know he intends to pick you up once he's got you. Any other day and you'd let him take you against the wall right there in the genkan. But he's moving so slow you know it will be a struggle for him today, and you don't want him to strain himself any more than he already has.

There are other ways you can show your affection, today.

You quickly worm out of his embrace, dodging when he reaches out a long-fingered hand for you, frowning again. Fuck, he's so cute.

"Soup first," you order him, marching him into the kitchen.

A tiny pout purses his mouth but you're not to be deterred—you set him up at the table with a hot bowl of soup and several of last night's leftover sides; blanched spinach ohitashi and simmered squash. You plop an extra bowl of chicken and cucumber marinade directly in front of his soup as well—knowing full well he'll need the extra protein after a day like today.

As you hoped, the food quickly overtakes your boyfriend's focus. In your experience pro heroes need to intake an insane amount of calories, and even more on days they've utilized their quirks to the extreme. Shouto is no exception, his temperature quirk one of the most voracious energy burners of all, and very quickly the bowls in front of him begin to empty.

He looks even more exhausted when he finishes, and you wolf down your own bowl of soup, cutting him off as he attempts to clear the table.

"Go shower," you tell him, leaning down for a kiss even as you yank a bowl out of his long, elegant fingers.

Shouto looks up at you again, a microscopic downturn to his mouth that would be unreadable on anyone else, but on him counts as a pout. "You said after soup—"

"I'll join you when I'm done," you promise, your heart swelling with affection. It always pleases you that time with you seem to be his priority, even when he's clearly tired like this.

You laugh when this works like a charm, Shouto leaning in for another kiss before obeying. You hear the shower gutter and hiss on as you scrub the bowls in the sink, laying everything out to dry on the counter.

The bathroom is already hot and thick with steam when you let yourself in, and the mirror fogging. Shouto's left the curtain askew and your mouth dries out a little at the peeks of his body you can see—all that lean, sleek muscle glinting wetly in the light.

You step out of your clothes and slide in behind him, throwing an arm around his waist. His shoulders look especially broad in the small stall of your shower, taking up nearly the entire width, and you lean up to kiss in between them, letting your mouth linger.

"Hello, love," Shouto says, trying to turn to look at you. You hold him in place with your grip on his trim waist, reaching up to run a hand through the wet strands of his hair.

"Let me take care of you tonight," you say, pouring your insistence into your tone.

There's not much you can do to help Shouto with a job like pro heroics, particularly without a quirk of your own. But what you can do, what you like to do, is be there for him in the little ways—feeding him soup, washing his hair, taking the reigns when he's tired like this.

The contraction of Shouto's abdomen under your fingers as he sucks in a breath tells you he's understood your meaning. He shifts in your arms to face you, ducking in for a hard, wet kiss. Hot water spatters over your shoulder as he does so, pooling in the places where his skin meets yours.

You let him kiss you, slow and careful. Then you reach past him to uncap his shampoo, and rake it carefully through the strands of his hair, as Shouto obligingly keeps his head bent for you. You admire the way his long eyelashes flutter against his high cheekbones, the way his lovely mouth looks so soft and relaxed like this.

You take your time, moving slowly and carefully, before reaching for his conditioner. You slowly massage that in too, blinking against the water on your face when Shouto pulls you closer to him, pressing his face into your shoulder and huffing out another relaxed breath.

He could be asleep standing up by the time you move onto his his body wash, but he shivers as you run your hands over him. You love the feeling of him in your hands, all that slick, tight, dense muscle under your fingers.

He's so beautiful, so divinely-crafted. Sometimes you cannot believe Todoroki Shouto is yours to love and to care for.

His breath comes a little faster when your hands slide down his trim waist, as you work the suds into the V of his hips. "Love," he says, his voice low, rumbling.

"Turn around," you tell him, gently reaching up to move him as you do so.

You let your hands slide back in place, and then let them slip lower, taking Shouto into your hand. He's velvet soft in your fingers, but obligingly hard, thick and full—and even though you can't see him, you know just how pretty he looks in your palm. You press a kiss to his shoulder blade as he shudders, a powerful arm coming up to prop himself up against the shower wall.

You work him slowly at first, just as carefully as you'd pulled the shampoo through his hair. The flex of his abs against the palm of your other hand is transfixing, the shine and glint of the light over his muscles as he shifts in your fingers hypnotizing. Both of you linger in the moment, letting it stretch out long and hot and sweet, thick and slow like honey.

Shouto lets out a low groan when you thumb over the head of his cock, the arm he has pressed to the wall tensing. You do it again, reveling in the flex of his bicep, the roll of a powerful shoulder.

Shouto is the only person on earth as beautiful on the outside as he is on the inside, and you drink it all in, the sight of him, the beautiful sound of him as he utters your name, low and smooth and thick with feeling.

You keep pumping him like that, exactly how you know he likes, until he strains in your hands, that trim waist flexing as he can't help but rut into your grip.

One of your arms clutches him tighter against you as work him faster, and he lets out a soft moan, his fingers curling into a fist on the shower wall. It's only a minute or so more before he's arching into your hand, his hips bucking.

You tighten your fingers, thumbing over his head again, and that's all it takes. Shouto groans your name into the hiss of the shower spray, and comes all over your palm, every muscle in his body straining forwards.

He's so beautiful as he comes apart in your hands. His chest is heaving when you finally stop, and he shifts in your arms again, ducking his head to press an exhausted, satisfied kiss to your mouth.

"Thank you, love," he intones, those heterochromatic eyes settling on you, dark with pleasure. Pink stains his high cheekbones and the bridge of his nose, and he looks flush with effort, exactly the way he does after he takes you apart in bed most nights.

You grin up at him, leaning up on your toes to press another kiss to his mouth. "I love you, Sho."

He murmurs his reply into your mouth, and you run your hands over him again, pulling through his wet locks.

"Now let's get you into bed," you tell him bossily, reaching past him to turn off the shower spray.

"What about you, love?" he asks, a little frown marring his perfect mouth. You kiss it off of him, then tug him out of the shower and wrap him in a fluffy towel, scrubbing it over his hair.

You'll get back in to take your own shower properly in the morning, you know, and once Shouto has slept things off, he will be eager to return the favor. For now though, you tell him you are satisfied just to be with him, to be near him, to take care of him.

You tell him you love him again, and pull him into bed, still damp and sweet and pliant with his release. You're satisfied as he melts into sleep, his exhaustion winning out.

Truthfully, there is nothing more you want in this life, you think, as you follow after him, slipping into slumber too. You want him like this always, relaxed in your embrace—home, safe, yours.

Happy New Year from me!! I wanted to give you one more Shouto before the year was out. Thank you guys so much for everything this year. I am continually grateful to be a part of this community, and I will work hard to learn more and give you my best in 2024!!

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[kiwanopie]

kinda suggestive mostly fluff. college au boyfriend!bakugou. installment III “first sighting / new lovers”

They’ve hardly lined their shoes against the genkan when they hear it. The unthinkable.

Bakugou… is giggling.

Truthfully, they’re not even supposed to be there, with them having left only fifteen minutes prior for a trip to the mall, Bakugou ducking out to get a little extra training in and you following suit because, well he said so.

They were supposed to be back around ten and with the clock ticking towards six, it’s only expected that the two of you assumed you’d be alone for the rest of the evening.

Mina peeks around the edge of the hallway leading into the kitchen, Kaminari and Kirishima following suit.

Bakugou snorts from where he’s leaning over you, bent into the fridge. “You mad at me?”

You straighten up beside him with your protein shake in hand, presumably deadpanning before scoffing when you find his eyes still glued to your backside.

You’re silent as you reach into the upper cabinet for a glass.

“Yeah?” He prods with a smile. And he looks…playful. So wholly giddy that it lights up his face. “Yer gonna be a sore loser just ‘cause I beat you for once?”

“You played dirty.”

“Oh I played dirty, huh? Ain’t us heroes supposed to be wise to provocation?” He reaches for your hips. “Not my fault you find me so irresistible.”

Bakugou dips his arms into the island adjacent as he presses himself against you, but you’re out of his hands and further down the counter with a firm shrug.

He gasps teasingly. “Oh you’re mad mad.” And his chuckle’s enough to make his three friends blush from the sincerity of it.

“I’m sorry, baby.” He concedes with a smile.

“You’re not.”

“I am,” He laughs and reaches for you again. “I promise.”

You make a half-hearted attempt to twist on your heel as you start the motion of dodging him again, hands out to push him away. But he snorts - and he’s persistent as he wraps you in his arms, tugging you by the shirt into his chest before you can even take a step back and dipping his head into your shoulder with a hum. “No, you’re- Bakugou-“

“Hmm. Bakugou, huh?” He peppers his lips across your neck, hands splayed on your back as he presses you into him. “No more, Katsuki? Yer done with me already?”

You weakly press at his shoulders. And your voice warbles a bit, like you’re trying not to giggle. The way he’s hunching over you nearly bends you in half. “St- no, baby, stop! That-“ You titter. “That tickles!”

Bakugou smiles into your neck as he wraps his lips around a sensitive spot, tightening his hold as you shiver.

Although, the next little chirp you let out is just airy enough to have the two men listening on stiffen a bit, contented and breathless. “You’re so… mean…”

“Mh?” He pulls away to laze a few tempered kisses under your ears. And suddenly this scene doesn’t feel as appropriate for onlookers. “You think this is mean?”

Oh no, they definitely should stop watching at this point.

Bakugou reaches lower and squeezes. “Y’want me to be meaner?”

There’s an arduous sigh shared throughout the kitchen as you lock lips, and the three (one of them begrudgingly) retreat having seen enough.

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[heich0e]

suna's parents divorced when he was eight.

he doesn't remember a lot of the finer details as he's gotten older, mostly just that there used to be a lot of yelling, but he does remember the two piles of belongings that stacked up in the empty living room of his childhood home: one consisting of his father's and his own, and the other comprised of his mother's and his little sister's. their entire life, their entire family, packed up into cardboard and then divided down the middle.

the apartment he moved into with his father was always too quiet. it was in aichi, far enough away from where he spent the first decade of his life that he didn't have to be reminded of it every time he left the house, but since his father worked so much it still left him with plenty of time to think. to grieve. though maybe he didn't recognize it as that at the time. he played video games his father bought for him after school. ate convenience store bentos or whatever leftovers were set aside for him in the fridge for dinner. he put himself to bed at night. it wasn't a bad life, though maybe a bit lonely.

he was scouted to play for inarizaki when he was 14.

the lonely apartment turned into a lively dorm. he had new friends (his teammates) to play video games with. his convenience store bentos were replaced with hot meals from the meal hall. the loneliness of the apartment in aichi was a distant memory, but still lingered.

"i'm home."

rintarou drops his training bag in the genkan as he toes off his shoes, calling into the apartment to announce his return.

"welcome home!" you call back from further in the apartment, and the sound makes him smirk a little to himself.

you've been coming over to his place a lot lately, ever since he gave you his spare key. he's not upset about this in the slightest, but it doesn't mean he won't take every possible opportunity to tease you for it. he plans how he's going to make fun of you as he pads into his home towards the sound of your voice. he almost has it all planned out—his delivery on the very tip of his tongue—when he falters to a stop.

"how was your day?" you ask him without looking up from what you're doing.

and suddenly, anything rintarou may have wanted to say—joke or otherwise—is beyond him.

he watches as you set a plate of food down on the already full table just off his little kitchen. the food that covers the surface is still hot enough that steam curls up into the air above it, its preparation perfectly timed to his arrival home. his apartment is warm, and smells good, and there's music playing from your cellphone on the other side of the room that you must have been listening to while you cooked.

his chest feels tight.

you turn to look at him when he doesn't respond to your question.

"rin?" you ask again, a lilt of worry in your tone. "you okay?"

"what's all this?" he manages to ask, nodding towards the table where the meal you prepared is still waiting.

"oh, i've been craving my mom's recipe for the past few days, i just thought i'd make it for dinner," you say, tugging at your fingers nervously. your entire countenance is a bit different now, strained like you're worried you've done something wrong. "hope that's okay?" your words lift at the end like a question.

rintarou's never seen so much food on his table. can't remember the last time he even sat there to eat a meal—let alone a home cooked one. his face feels hot, and his eyes sting, and he just can't bring himself to look at you.

"yeah," he says, and if you notice how his voice is a bit croaky, you're nice enough not to tease him about it. "'course it's okay."

you smile, and you look relieved. "wash your hands then, it's getting cold."

you eat your dinner together and talk about your days. you take a shower while he cleans up the dishes. you fall asleep tangled up together on the couch with a movie playing in the background.

his home isn't quiet anymore. he isn't lonely.

and it's thanks to you.

#suna x reader #suna rintarou x reader #hq drabble #hq writing

[teamatsumu]

kinktober 2023 -> day 16

daddy - miya osamu x reader

word count: 1386

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A sizzling noise broke through the relative quiet of the kitchen, accompanied by your out of tune humming. The smell of spice filled your nose and made your mouth water slightly as you swerved the vegetables around in the pan. It felt almost nostalgic to be doing this, considering you hadn’t cooked in quite a long time. You never had to, your boyfriend took care of that almost every day. And you were beyond grateful for it. You didn’t like cooking, and you weren’t too good at it.

But recently, things had really picked up for Onigiri Miya, with Osamu on the verge of opening a new branch in central Tokyo. His hours had been long and strenuous, and he came home later and later. You had decided to lessen his load as much as you could, which included taking over some of his home chores and the kitchen duties. Of course, it would be nowhere as good as Osamu’s expert cooking, but it was one less thing to worry about for him.

And while your food wasn’t great, it’s not like it was inedible.

You were brought back to the present when there was a click and the door squeaked open, signaling Osamu’s return. You smiled and turned back to the pan, waiting for him to make his way into the kitchen. You listened to the sounds of him toeing his shoes off in the genkan and sighing heavily, making your smile falter. He was probably tired as hell. He really needed to slow down a bit.

“Hi baby.” Your words were laced in affection, turning to look at your boyfriend as he lumbered into the kitchen, his cap bunched up in his hand while the other ran through his dark hair. He deposited the cap on the kitchen island, making a beeline for you and wrapping his arms tight around your waist from behind, head digging itself into your shoulder.

“Tired?” You asked rhetorically, feeling at ease with his hands finally on you after a whole day of being apart. Osamu hummed, reaching out to the knob for the stove and turning off the fire.

“Hey-” Your protest was cut off when Osamu lifted his head enough to lay a small kiss on your neck, his lips moving up to tickle the shell of your ear.

“I appreciate the gesture, babygirl,” he whispered, large hands squeezing your sides. “But there’s somethin’ else Daddy really wants right now.”

Your body reacted instantly, like it always did when Osamu used that word, and you could feel as he pushed his hips into your ass, that Osamu was ready to go. He was already throbbing, so hard against the swell of your ass that it made your breath stutter. Your lips parted when Osamu started placing the smallest kisses over your skin, stopping at the collar of your shirt to trace his tongue along its edge, biting at your shoulder a little. You felt your mind muddle, your pussy throb with need, your eyes glaze over and you slipped, straight into the role that you and Osamu had crafted together for you.

“W-what does Daddy want?” Your voice was husky and small, pushing your hips obediently back into the erection in Osamu’s pants. He hummed in approval.

“I wanna taste my baby.” He whispered back, fingers slipping into the waistband of your shorts. “Then I want my baby to lay back and take as many loads of Daddy’s cum as she can.”

You clenched hard around nothing, feeling yourself grow wet at the thought. Miya Osamu had many talents, and one of his best ones was how well he ate pussy. With the kind of mood he was in, you were certain he was going to leave you a whimpering, drooling mess.

And you were right, half an hour later, you were wailing at Osamu to stop, your cunt overstimulated beyond belief, your thighs covered in your juices, legs shaking, Osamu humming into your clit as you came again, wetting more of his face, his jaw, running down his neck, while he remained completely unbothered, holding your legs apart with an iron grip, tongue and lips working over every single part of you with a desperation you hadn’t seen in him for a long time. Osamu was often tired when he came home these days, but you didn’t know there was a kind of exhaustion that could lead to this.

By the time he resurfaced, tongue running hungrily over his coated lips for any remaining taste of you, you felt he had transferred all his exhaustion to you, leaving you boneless and numb, pussy tingling and clenching like mad. And yet, you still wanted more. You whined and reached for his shoulders, trying to pull him closer with your shaky legs, yearning for his cock to fill you up just the way you liked it.

“Daddy,” you cooed in your best voice, pouting at him. “Can I have your cock now, please? I’ve been a good girl, haven’t I?”

Osamu hummed, a little smirk lifting one corner of his mouth as he played with a strand of your hair, damp with sweat. He tucked it behind your ear so tenderly it made your insides squeeze. Leave it to him to be romantic at a moment like this, with your legs spread open around his waist and his cock gliding over your weeping pussy.

“Ya’ve been so good, babygirl.” He affirmed, making you close your eyes and bask in his praise. “Takin’ it like a champ. And now ya want my cock, too? Daddy’s really spoiled ya, haven’t I, princess?”

You whined and nodded, hips jerking up instinctively, to which Osamu grabbed your thighs, pushing them up until you were bent into a mating press. Your breath hitched, realizing just how rough this was about to get, and the thought nearly made your eyes roll back. And when Osamu finally filled you up, when his dick carved its way into your walls, hitting parts of you that made your toes curl and your chest squeeze, you understood exactly why he wanted to do this after a tiring day at work.

Osamu sighed as if a load had just been lifted off his shoulders, draping his torso over your body until you were unable to move, rendered motionless to just lay there and take what he gave you. It filled you with a primal satisfaction, being at his mercy like that, just taking what Daddy gave you, trusting that he would take good care of you. As he always did. Especially when you two were like this, when he felt overwhelmed and wanted to take control, he could come home and take care of you, reassure himself that he was still good, that he was capable of handling things, and protecting those he loved, and as he fucked into you, thrusts harsh and rough, listening to you whine about how good it felt and how he did it just right, Osamu felt like he was whole again. That he was himself again. That he could do this.

“Daddy ‘m gonna cum.” You babbled out, crying and weeping at how good his cock felt plowing into you over and over again, how your insides were melting and caving, fluttering around him, ready to fall apart as soon as he told you to.

“Good,” he rasped, face flushed red and hips picking up the pace even more, the sounds of skin slapping against skin growing even louder as Osamu’s breaths grew irregular. He was on the verge of cumming, and he wanted to do it with you. “Come on, baby. Cum all over Daddy’s cock. And take his cum while yer at it.”

And so you both allowed yourself to fall apart, you allowed Osamu to fuck his load into your tiny hole, spilling over and running down your ass until it met the floor. You let your nerves fire up, pushing and tugging until you were breathless and overstimulated, until you had gone completely limp in Osamu’s arms, not even registering the fact that Osamu was as hard as ever, still fucking hard into you and showing no signs of stopping anytime soon. Not that you were protesting.

Afterall, you let Daddy do whatever he wanted.

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[hiwofumi]

       𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐰𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭         

starring ⭒ kishibe ⭒ fem reader

tags ⭒ fluff ⭒ age gap ⭒ suggestive scenes ⭒ pet names (for kishibe: old man, dear) ⭒ size difference (reader is smaller than kishibe) ⭒ 1.7k words

note ⭒ started making the banner, had a breakdown, bon appétit 🫠 ⭒ big thank you to the dears @akicore and @blueparadis for beta reading!

𝟏 ︱ THE CONFESSION

“I like you.”

You’re seated next to him in the quiet of a meeting room when you blurt it out. He’s slouching over the wide table, tapping the surface with his fingers, a hair’s breadth of patience left. When he hears you, his fingers stop. Then he turns to you. “Why?”

He retains his lax expression. He’s noticed through your gestures—your habit of lacing your arm around his as you walk, your common act of sitting too close to him (like you are at present). Always him and no one else.

“I’m just an old man. You’re a charming young lady.” He adds.

“Give yourself some credit, old man,” you say, eyeing him casually, resting your cheek on your palm. “Sure, you’re rough around the edges, but I like that about you.”

He always thought your affection was platonic, a young devil hunter doting on her eldest senior. It didn’t necessarily help—if there was anyone who knew best what happened to the good ones, it was him.

He’s certain he won’t ask you to stop anytime soon, though.

“What do you say?” you ask.

“I say you’re crazy,” he responds.

“Is that a no?”

He deliberates as he gazes at you. “No. I like crazy.”

Intrigued by his answer, you reach for his scar, grazing it with the pads of your fingers. His thin beard scratches your palm. His fixed stare tells you he’s waiting for a motion.

The space between you recedes until your lips touch.

You know the taste of whisky and menthol cigarettes, but not when they came from his mouth. Not when he was written all over them.

They taste better like this.

When Makima walks in, you’re settled comfortably on his lap, and your lipstick smears the edges of his mouth. You both turn to her with alarm, the faces of two people caught.

“What’s this?” she smirks, then she turns to you. “I’m surprised. You never struck me as the antique type.”

𝟐 ︱ THE LIFE

When Kishibe was alone, he would come home late at night to inebriate or ​sleep his inebriation away. His apartment was empty whether he was in it or not; every space seemed cold and hollow, void of anything worthwhile. He refused to stick around for long periods of time.

Now it’s a dresser crowded with makeup products, a closet with nude-colored bras and panties, and a bathroom drain clogged with hair.

It’s also button-ups of contrasting sizes in the washer, big and small dress shoes in the genkan, and the empty side of the bed pleasantly filled.

He’s never felt warmer in his home.

“Eat your fruit, old man,” you lean over the armchair he sits in with a plate of sliced apples in your hand. You offer him a genial smile along with it.

His eyes reflect the motions of what’s on TV as he accepts the plate. “I don’t think you should keep calling me ‘old man,’”

You sit on one of the chair’s armrests. “How’s ‘baby’ sound?”

“Anything but that,” he says plainly, feeding the first piece of apple he picks up to you.

You chew loudly, uttering in between, “Master?”

“You’re not my student anymore,”

“Kishibe?”

“That’s just my name.”

“Hmm,” your tongue protrudes from your cheek. Then you tip your head toward him, “Dear?”

You see it in his pause: the slight curve of his lips, indicating you’ve hit the jackpot.

“I like that.”

𝟑 ︱ THE INTIMACY

“Oh dear,”

Your bare skin rubs against dark sheets as you shift sideways, your head throbbing, a soreness between your thighs. The air you’ve woken up to reeks of liquor and sin.

When you open your eyes, you’re greeted by the old scars on Kishibe’s broad back. He turns to face the ceiling with his eyes still closed, his gray hair sticking out at the sides. “What?” he asks groggily, another layer of gruffness to his voice; it was like that in the morning.

“Did we . . . ?”

His eyes flutter open. He looks down, raises your shared blanket to peek under it, then puts it back. “Looks like it.”

You groan and roll to the other side, facing away from him. “I can’t remember a thing,” you rub your face with your palms.

“I can remember some things,” he faces your side and shifts closer, wrapping his arm around your bare waist, pressing his front to your back. His chin rests on the crown of your head.

“Like what?” you put your hand over his as his fingers caress your stomach.

“Your pretty face,” he murmurs lowly. “Your pretty sounds.”

A breathy chuckle escapes your nose. “Was I good?”

His palm flattens on your stomach. Then it glides downward, to the middle of your thighs, leaving a streak of warmth in its wake. Your lungs feel compressed in your rib cage.

He lingers there, and your mind falls into a one-track state, absorbed in the bliss of his motions.

“So good,” he indulges in your mewls, presses himself to you further, and you squirm.

𝟒 ︱ THE FEAR

For the majority of his life, Kishibe had only seen people die, die, and die.

With you working in the same field, the thought of you joining those people inevitably crept into his mind. It’s another reason to drink, another reason to lie awake at night with a head full of troubles that drown out the sound of your light snoring.

You’re never out of his sight when you’re working together, and you’re never at peace when you’re not. Your cellphone has never received so many calls in one day.

One night, as he undresses on the edge of the bed after a day at work, you straddle his lap. You drape your arms around his shoulders, over his half-undone button-up, and regard him with a tender smile.

He shouldn’t be bothered when you’re a heavenly sight, but the thought creeps into his mind again. He could lose this smile through your line of work. He could lose this existence if you weren’t careful.

For once, he wears his heart on his sleeve. “I think you should resign.”

Your smile falls. There’s no returning from this.

He continues, “Don’t worry about supporting your family. I’ll take care of it.”

Your eyes cast down to his loose necktie. You take it between your fingers and rub the silk. You deliberate for several moments, and the longer he waits, the louder the thumping in his chest resounds.

You meet his eyes with resolve, smiling again. “No.”

He opens his mouth to argue, but you continue, “Look, I know I’m not as strong as you are. Nobody is. But I can take care of myse—”

“I know,” he interrupts. “I’m not saying you can’t. I just want you to—”

“Be safe?” you cup his cheeks, leaning closer until your noses brush. “I know, dear.”

He breathes you in. He notes the growth of your pupils before pressing a kiss to your lips. “I can’t lose ya.”

“You won’t,” you kiss him, too, and linger on his lips. “In fact, I’ll stick around for so long that you’ll get sick of me.”

His heart settles. In a wave of relief, he takes you into his arms and stands. He kneels on the bed, sets your head down on the pillow, and swallows you with his frame. “You’ll get sick of me first,”

𝟓 ︱ THE RESOLVE

“Do you wanna get married?”

Your eyes grow, then shift from the ceiling to set on him. You lie together in bed; sweat sheens his forehead, and his bare chest rises and falls rapidly, like yours. But he sounded calm when he asked, and he looks calm as you observe him.

He turns his head to you. “If I die, everything I own will be yours. I don’t have much, but I’d like you to have all of it.”

In your pensive silence, your breathing eases. You shift your body and face his side, propping your head up on one elbow. “You make it sound like you have to convince me to marry you.”

He replies with a semblance of hope, “Is that a yes?”

You hum in brief thought. “Do you have a ring?”

He pauses, then says, “Not at the moment.”

“Then no,” you switch sides curtly, facing your back to him. He saw it coming.

You meant it lightly. But the following night, as you drink with your colleagues, your several calls to him go unanswered.

Your beer glass sweats in your hand. You wonder if it has to do with your rejection, or worse: What if something’s happened?

Your anxiety branches out, multiplying thought after thought: Should I have accepted his proposal the first time? Was that his last chance to ask me? My last chance to say yes? Are his possessions ever going to be mine like he hoped?

Your colleagues watch you closely, wanting and attempting to assure you that he’s fine. But they know as well as you do that you can never tell.

Then gray hair sticks out of the curtains, a head lowered to fit into the doorframe, and the first pair of eyes he meets is yours.

You’re on the verge of tears with your phone pressed to your ear. You put it down abruptly. “Where the hell were you?”

He trudges toward you, to the end of the low table where you sit alone, and kneels at your side. “Are you drunk? Why are you crying?”

“You weren’t answering my calls,” you sob, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand, looking down abashedly.

“I was getting you something,” his hand disappears under his coat. “It was hard to pick.”

He holds a small velvet box out to you and opens it, prompting a collective gasp from your colleagues. “Will you say yes this time?”

The ring matches his silver hair; its tiny stones adorning the sides of the center stone resemble the long scar on his cheek. Your glossy eyes reflect its luster, blurring with the spill of more tears. You nod at him.

Cheers rip through the silence of the room and disrupt the peace of the establishment. He slides the ring into your finger, presses a kiss to your hand, then your lips. “I’ll never leave your side.”

You sniff and smile against the brush of his thumbs under your wet eyes, the tender kiss he lays on your forehead. “I’ll take your word for it.”

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[no1frogfan]

The incident

Kuroo Tetsurou x fem reader

Word count: ~600

Tags & warnings: fluff, reader referred to as wife

Note: This was dumb & fun to write. Kuroo supremacy <3

You’re not married, and maybe you never will be, but sometimes Kuroo calls you his wife or refers to himself as your husband.

“Could you pass me my coffee please, wife?” He’ll ask, grinning mischievously when you choke on your latte. Glaring at him just encourages him further, so you can only grumble inaudible threats into your cup as your cheeks heat up.

“Don’t forget to give your husband a kiss before he leaves for work!” He’ll remind you as you hand him his lunch. He’ll remain in the genkan, insistently tapping his cheek with one finger. You can try dashing away, but Kuroo’s reflexes are annoyingly quick. His arms will promptly wrap around your waist to pull you in and pepper your face with (retaliatory) kisses.

He's positively giddy every single time, and even though it's been months since the incident, it still mortifies you every single time.

It all started because of your big, dumb mouth.

At the time, you’d only been dating for a month. But it had only taken one measly month for him to charm you with his bad jokes and earnest smile, and you’d fallen for him hard. You thought about him constantly, texted him nonstop, and gave yourself excuses to see him.

This was entirely new territory for you. In past relationships, you’d always preferred a lot of space, often getting irritated if you received too many messages, and you never wanted to see them more than once a week. You were focused on your professional goals and, though you’re not proud of it, you usually dropped whoever you were dating when work got busy.

On your first date, you’d warned Kuroo about this tendency and made it clear that work was your first priority. He wasn’t exactly thrilled, but he’d plowed ahead nonetheless and somehow managed to weasel his way into your heart.

And what’s more surprising is that you’d let him.

He gave you space whenever you wanted it, but you found yourself seeking out his company more and more. Whenever anything happened, it became your first instinct to share it with him — important things, dull things, sad things, stupid things, funny things. You wanted to talk to him all morning, afternoon, evening, night, and morning again.

It was scary to let yourself fall so completely, and yet being with him felt as natural as breathing. So even though you weren't even officially dating yet, you made the mistake of allowing yourself to think about forever. And on one completely ordinary, average night when you’d invited him over for a movie, it just…slipped out...

“Wait, what did you just say?” Kuroo springs up from the couch.

“I asked if you want some tea.”

“No, what did you just call me?”

“Uh…Kuroo?”

A grin spreads slowly, almost maniacally, across his face, “Nooo, that’s not what you said.”

Shit. Of course he noticed, that attentive fucking asshole.

“Youuuu just called me husband.”

Your eyes bug out. “No, I did not!”

He cackles gleefully. “Well…at first, I wasn’t sure if I'd heard right, but now I'm positive you said it because you’re trying to deny it way too much.”

Fuck. “I’m so sorry.” You cover your face with your hands, wishing you could throw yourself in a pit, “Oh my god this is so embarrassing…”

“Awww don’t be embarrassed,” he coos, striding over and letting you burrow your face into his chest. He wonders if you can feel his heart hammering against your cheek. “Now I know you like me too.”

“I do not like you!”

“You liiiike me~ you liiiiiike me~” Kuroo sings, rocking both of you side to side.

“Shut up Kuroo.”

“Now, now, is that any way to talk to your husband?”

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[arminsumi]

no. 20 sfw with aki? just littering him with kisses before he steps out for work, not wanting to be separated <333

he has a whole house in my head, truly living rent free rn

#20

💗 Aki アキ

Note : my boy!! he is also on my mind lately and i itch to write for him but i always get distracted!! 😖 i hope u likey, i had this very specific atmosphere envisioned and i wonder if it came across lol

Playme : will i see you again?

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A smooth morning rolls out. Aki makes you and him some good coffee, slowly and meticulously as he always does it.

He finds you're behaving especially dreamy this morning; it makes leaving for work so much harder for him.

Aki carries out his morning routine with purposeful slowness, adoring how you follow at his side through each step. It's the small things that make him fall more and more in love with you, like the hypocritical scolding you give him about smoking and then proceeding to take a puff on his cigarette on the balcony. Or helping him tie his tie even though he can certainly do it himself. He just enjoys the small act of bending his knees to compensate for the height gap between you and him, being the 6'2 gangling giant he is.

He's the most talkative in the mornings, despite the rasp disturbing his throat. He tells you about his weird fucking dreams and feels fluttery that you bother to listen. ("We were in a cruise ship, right, and we couldn't escape the hallway and I was holding your hand and looking for a way out, and oh there was this octopus or something that wanted me to play sudoku...? It was some Alice in Wonderland type shit. I fucking hate sudoku, I can't believe I had to do that! And— why are you laughing? Okay well anyways... oh fuck... that's the time already?")

You swarm him with affection and kisses from the bedroom to the door as he tries to leave for work. His natural nonchalant demeanor betrays his true inner feelings, he's really relishing your attention.

You overwhelm his face with kisses and he happily accepts, closing his eyes to fully lose himself in the sensation of your lips pressing to his skin.

"I really have to go..." he says but you cut him off with a kiss.

"... I'm gonna miss the train." he holds back a smile as you cut him off yet again.

He attempts to leave, the door is open and the roar of morning traffic carries in the entering breeze.

"Wait a moment!" you pout.

You grab his tie to pull him into a hard cheek kiss, and it makes his stomach flip, to feel the press of your lips connect with his jaw and slowly upwards, as if you're printing your love on his face one kiss at a time.

It always happens like this; you pull him by the tie just as he opens the door to really leave, then he stays right there, motionless from how love struck your kisses have him. Truly a dazed man. And it's always the final cheek kiss that sets him off, he bows his head to give you those hard and passionate kisses that are his thing... no one can kiss quite like how an Aki in love does.

Kissing him off to work in the genkan chews fifteen more minutes off the morning hour, but it's worth it... he now heads down the street in the sunlight with a dreamy look on his face like he's just been pampered by a goddess.

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[daisies-daydreams]

Just One More (Hiromi Higuruma x F!Reader Drabble)

Pairing: Hiromi Higuruma x F!Reader Category: Smut Warnings: Not really proofread, Breeding Kink, Referenced Multiple Orgasms, Creampies, Unprotected P in V Sex (You Know the Drill), Swearing, Dirty Talk, Lactation Kink Word Count: 1.4k+ Summary: You let Hiromi use you to destress after a long day. A/N: I have no words 😳

Hiromi walked in through the front door - his footsteps thudding against the hardwood floor as he released a long, heavy sigh. Dark bags rested beneath his eyes as he eagerly loosened his tie. The lawyer ran his large hand through his messy, black hair.

He wasn’t sure how much longer he could take the raw disappointment of yet another guilty verdict. All the hours, all the effort…when would it finally be worth it?

“Hiro!” you suddenly squealed. The dark-haired man opened his eyes, a soft smile crossing his exhausted features as you bounded over like an excited puppy. Hiromi chuckled as you nuzzled your face into his chest and wrapped your arms around him. He kissed the top of your head as the two of you simply stood in the genkan, your bodies snugly pressed against one another as he shoved his sharp nose into your hair.

“Did you use my shampoo?” he asked with a quirked brow. You adorably bit your bottom lip as you wriggled in his touch.

“I…I just missed you so much,” you frowned as you traced your fingers along his jaw before cupping his cheek. Hiromi’s breath hitched; your light touch like fire dancing across his skin. “Missed the way you’d smile when I kissed you in the morning,” you said as you reached up on your tip-toes and pecked his lips. Hiromi blinked as his chest grew tight, his hands falling on your perfect waist. He was completely mesmerized by the way you swayed your hips as you parted your lips.

“The scent of your shampoo and body wash on our sheets,” you continued as you nimbly worked his tie free from its knot. He chuckled as you kept it slung behind his neck and tugged on it, drawing his head closer to you. His eyes lit up as you pecked along his jaw, your hands now slowly rubbing up and down his crisp, white button-up.

“The way you’d fuck me into the mattress until the bed sounded like it’d break,” you purred into his ear. Hiromi’s brows immediately shot up as his lips quirked into a wry grin. You gasped as he backed you against the wall, his larger frame looming over you as he swallowed thickly.

“You want my cock, baby?” he rumbled lowly while letting his palms fall on your breasts. Hiromi’s cock twitched beneath his dark slacks as you mewled while he tenderly squeezed your sensitive mounds. His smirk grew as he massaged your tits, his heartbeat racing as he brushed his lips over the shell of your ear. “Want me to stuff this pretty little pussy with my cum after I pound it raw?” the dark-haired man rumbled before nibbling in your earlobe. He flashed a satisfied smile when you moaned and arched into his touch.

“F-Fuck yes, Hiromi,” you whined.

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Hiromi clenched his jaw as he squeezed your hips in his massive palms. His eyes were locked on the way your greedy, slick cunt swallowed his cock whole with every quick snap of his hips.

“Fuck baby, k-keep squeezing me like that,” he groaned as your walls sucked him in a vice. You wailed beneath him, your puffy nipples rubbing against his chest as your legs wrapped around his sharp waist. “H-Hiro! It’s so much!” your voice cracked as overstimulation washed over your body. Hiromi chuckled as he lapped up the tears that spilled down your burning cheeks.

“I know, baby. You’ve done so well for me so far,” he praised as he snapped his hips, driving his fat, girthy cock impossibly deeper inside your weeping hole. “Just. One. More…please,” he panted between thrusts. You gazed into his eyes and audibly swallowed. You gave a quick nod as your breasts bounced with the push and pull of his hips.

You gasped when he suddenly hooked his hands behind your knees and folded you in half, his dick still lodged deep inside your raw cunny as he moaned.

“Fuck!” you screamed as Hiromi mercilessly pounded into your heavenly pussy. A lewd concoction of your combined juices leaked out of your stretched out entrance, your sheets completly soaked with sweat, cum and spit.

Hiromi sucked in a sharp breath as he felt his heavy, potent balls tighten while they wetly slapped against your asshole.

“I’m gonna fill this pretty pussy up. Make sure it’s nice and full of my cum,” your lover rumbled as he gazed into your eyes deeply. Your breathing grew ragged with every thrust he gave, your pussy growing tighter and tighter as soft, pretty moans fell past your swollen lips.

“P-Please fill me, Hiro. Wanna have your babies,” you hiccuped. His thrusts faltered at your words as something primal was lit deep inside his belly and burned through his entire being. He blinked a few times as he set his pace again while wearing a gentle smirk.

“You want to have my babies, hm?” he lilted while rubbing his dark patch of hair against your swollen clit. You gasped and arched your spine as his hips slapped against your ass, his cock gliding along your messy, gummy walls as he grunted. “Want to get all round and swollen with my children?” Hiromi groaned possessively as he squeezed the back of your knees.

“Yes!” you cried as the wooden bed frame creaked beneath his feral thrusts. Hiromi’s cock twitched as he thought about your tits being so swollen and full of fresh milk - how it would make you so sore that he had no other choice but to suckle on them himself. His mouth watered as he felt himself balance on the edge of his release.

Hiromi rested his sweaty forehead against yours as his hot breath fell over your face.

“Come on baby: cum with me,” he said with a deep, guttural groan. His thrusts came to a halt when he felt your soft walls clench his cock in an intoxicating vice. Hiromi’s jaw went slack as his eyes rolled back. “(Y-Y/N),” he moaned as his cock swelled and pulsed inside your delicious heat, pumping thick loads of his seed against the swollen, gummy plug to your womb.

You whimpered as he shallowly thrusted into you as he violently came, painting your walls stark white as he groaned. Hiromi sighed heavily before opening his eyes, the sight before him too precious: you folded in half and stuffed to the brim with his softening cock.

You mewled as your lover kissed your forehead, his lips curved into a satisfied grin.

“You did so well for me, baby,” Hiromi murmured as he peppered your glowing face with kisses. He cooed while slowly pulling out of your tight cunt, his cock slipping out with a slick “pop”. He sucked in a sharp breath when he saw a river of his cum gush out of your puckering hole.

You moaned as he slowly swiped his fingertips over your lower lips and shoved his seed back inside. He smiled as he wiped his thumb over your entrance before coming to your side. He chuckled softly as you snuggled up to him, draping one of his toned arms over your smaller form.

Hiromi sighed peacefully as he brushed his thick fingers through your hair.

“Hiro?” you piped up. He hummed in reply as his heartbeat began to steady. Hiromi raised his brows when you wiggled in his grasp. “Do you…do you really want to have kids?” you asked in a timid voice. Your love’s chest tightened as he sucked in a sharp breath. His fingers ceased halfway through your locks as he swallowed thickly.

“Yes,” he simply replied. Despite all the atrocities and injustices he’s seen in the world, he couldn’t help but give into a deep, primal desire that sprouted from his chest like a vine. “Do you?” he asked with a hint of hesitation in his voice. You slowly turned in his arms, your eyes soft and smile gentle as you brushed your fingers down his face.

“I do,” you beamed. Hiromi’s heart completely melted as he gazed into your eyes. You squealed and laughed as he rolled you on top of him, his strong arms caging you against his rugged body as he kissed your lips. “Hiro!” you giggled - a sound that always soothed the dull ache that lingered inside his chest. Hiromi smiled as he slowly pulled back, admiring the precious treasure he held in his arms.

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