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Tell me 5 things you love about Enji!! 🤩🤩

Oh!! Wellll if you insist 😈🫣

1) His tenacity!

2) His willingness to self reflect and atone for his mistakes without forcing forgiveness.

3) His ass.

4) His giant arms.

5) The way he’s socially awkward. He’s cute.

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Une Belle Histoire I(Mafia!Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader)

warnings: smoking, mafia AU, abusive/neglectful parents, fluff, reader is a bit sheltered, kissing, cuddling word count: 2k pairings: Mafia!Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader summary: you saw him as he smoked on the balcony that was across the way from your own. the way he smiled at you actually made you have butterflies in your tummy...yes, he may be the eldest son of the Yagi clan, but you want to fall in love with him regardless. a/n: the art of Toshi in the banner is from this lovely artist(who gives permission of use) freesilverwind// this is part of the already established series "To Have and To Hold" by the lovely @kentocalls consider this just a little AU.

dividers: @adornedwithlight

taglist: @thissaintjessi.  @cherryblossombankai, @sunflowers-heart,  @erebus-et-eigengrau. @pixelcafe-network

You remember the first time you saw him. He was sitting on the balcony in the building across from yours, smoking a cigarette. Your mind was swirling with so many questions. Who was he? Does he know this is supposed to be a nice neighborhood where people don’t smoke? Does he know that your father hates the sound of his motorcycle?

Despite all this, you found yourself incredibly attracted to the blond and buff stranger across the way. When he looked at you the first time, he smiled. It was a flirty smile; not something you were a stranger to but the way his smile made your heart flutter, that was something you were a stranger to.

“Hi there,” he calls out to you, and you blush.

“Hello.” You’re polite, just like your nanny and many teachers taught you to be.

“Nice night, hm?” He’s just making small talk.

“It’s beautiful. The stars are gorgeous.”

He laughs softly, but no he isn’t laughing at you. No no, he’s laughing at the way you make him feel so young and carefree. You have no idea who you’re talking to and it’s so obvious to him. You cock your head to the side innocently, and he smiles once more. This one is a bit more genuine.

“Yes, they make your eyes pop.”

You gasp softly at his flirting and this makes him chuckle again. He waves at you, going inside his apartment. You stand there on your balcony for a few moments, wondering what just happened. The man you just met was none other than the eldest son of the biggest Mafia family around, but you didn’t know that and you wouldn’t find out for a long time.

When you go inside your own apartment, you’re thinking about his sweet words. How could someone who looks so dangerous have such sweet words to share with a simple, plain Jane girl like you? You hold them close to your heart as you get into bed.

The thought of him makes your little heart race. He’s buff, blond, has a gorgeous smile and those blue eyes seem to hold so many mysteries and emotions behind them. You want to uncover all the enigmas of the man who flirted with you tonight.

Sadly, you wouldn’t see him for a long time after that first encounter. You count down the days, waking up every day and waiting on your balcony for a chance encounter. You figure that maybe the timing was off every time. Maybe he was avoiding you. You were riddled with anxiety the entire time.

Eventually, you found other ways to occupy your time. You read books, but the love stories only make you long for the man next door. You listen to your records, but that makes you long for him even more. You just stick to mundane tasks around the house, but you daydream of him.

It would be a few weeks later that you would end up bumping into the man you met earlier…

The man who stole your heart from that first glance.

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You were returning from visiting a friend one evening when you saw him leaning against his motorcycle. Your heart thumps hard in your chest and you try to act nonchalant, but it’s fucking hard. He’s so gorgeous like this; tall, buff and smoking his cigarette. When he spots you, he waves at you and you’re quick to make your way over to him.

He smells like smoke, a little bit like gasoline and something else that you can’t put your finger on. His smile is so charming. His eyes are so, so blue. 

“How have you been, kitten?” He asks you between drags of his cigarette.

“I’ve been alright.” You bite back the question of ‘where the hell have you been?’. “How have you been?” The way he called you kitten makes you feel way too good.

He smirks. “Been alright. Missed seeing your pretty face though.”

This has you swooning uncontrollably. You try to look away to hide your blush, but his big hand cups your chin and he guides you to look into his eyes. He looks at you like you’re the most precious jewel in the world—no, he looks at you like you’re the only person in this world who could ever understand him.

“Didn’t I just say I miss seeing your pretty face? Don’t hide it from me, doll.”

You giggle shyly and nod, fluttering your eyelashes as best as you can. You’re so inexperienced, so shy about everything. It wasn’t your fault you have lived a sheltered life. You were desperate to get to know more about life.

“How about you take a ride with me sometime?” He asks, breaking you out of your thoughts.

You gasp and smile. “R-really? I don’t know if my dad would allow—”

“He doesn’t need to know, doll. Just me, you and the open road.”

You think about it, realizing just how much it would be so much fun. And your father isn’t always home, though he does hate the sound of this man’s motorcycle. What your father doesn’t know won’t hurt him…

“What’s your name?” You inquire, leaning in just a little closer to get a whiff of his scent.

“Yagi.” He answers. “Call me Toshinori, or just Toshi. Whatever makes you comfortable, doll.”

This makes your cheeks burn even more. You say his name, just to get the feel of it on your tongue. You begin to imagine how good it would be to say that name as much as possible. You want to write it all over the pages of your journal. Then you smile and introduce yourself.

“What a gorgeous name for such a beauty,” Toshinori says as he lights up another cigarette. “So about that bike ride…”

You’re about to say something when your father opens the door to your apartment and he calls your name. His eyes narrow when he sees you with Yagi. Yagi watches as you basically begin shrinking under your father’s glance, and he realizes he absolutely hates this.

“Come in, you’re late!”

Without saying goodbye, you enter your home. You longfully look out the window at Yagi. How you wish you could live such a beautiful and carefree life like him! You could have it all if you were able to just let go of the customs in your family.

“Do you have any idea who that is?!” Your father fumes. “That is the eldest son of the Yagi family! You do realize how dangerous it is to be seen with him? Haven’t I taught you better than this?!”

You feel tears stinging your eyes. You feel like you could crumble under just his glare alone, but the words hurt your heart. So far, Toshinori has been so kind to you. You knew he wasn’t from the same upbringing as you, but that didn’t bother you one bit.

“Listen to me, you will not see him again, got it? I don’t want you getting any ideas.”

And that was the end of your budding relationship with Toshinori Yagi.

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It all started with a little knock on your window. It was very late at night, though you couldn’t sleep. You tossed and turned in your bed, thinking about Yagi. He was so charming, so different from all the other guys you had ever met. Finally you had met someone that really made you feel so many emotions.

Another knock has you getting out of bed, and going to see who was at your balcony door. You tiptoe after throwing on your dressing gown. When you open the door, Toshinori is standing there with a smirk on his face.

“Hey doll, miss me?” He asks, coming into your bedroom.

You don’t even know what to say. Having him towering over you in your bedroom like this felt so much more intimate than anything else you’ve ever done. He chuckles when he notices how you’re so speechless right now.

“I’m going to take this as a yes.” He leans in closer and you can smell the smoke and cologne on him. It’s deep, rich and so inviting.

“Y-yes…I missed you.”

You wrap your arms around him, pulling him close. He doesn’t remember the last time someone actually hugged him, and he can feel his own heart racing in his chest. It feels so nice to have someone like you care about him.

“Missed you too, kitten.” He whispers in your ear, rubbing your back. “I couldn’t be apart from you for too long.”

“I feel the same. I apologize for the way my father behaved—”

“Don’t. Don’t apologize. It wasn’t your fault.”

He cups your face in his hands, caressing your cheekbones. You are swooning more than you ever have. When your eyes lock, you know this is the man you’d give your heart to. The way he looks at you, you know he sees you as an actual person and not some object to be given.

“You’re a good girl,” he says before kissing you.

His lips are pressed against yours, and it feels like the world stops turning. You’ve never been kissed…no, not until now. You hold onto him, pulling him closer. You never want to be kissed by anyone but Yagi.

When he pulls away, he tucks some hair behind your ear. He kisses you over and over, chastely but still with so much affection. He can’t stop himself, if he’s being honest. He’s just so in love with you. There’s something about the way you’ve treated him that has made him feel so drawn to you.

“Want to stay here for tonight?” You ask softly.

His eyes widen, “Well, are you sure about that, kitten?”

You shrug. “Why not? Let’s snuggle.”

You get on the bed, tossing the sheets back. There’s a click and then a soft glow of your bedside light illuminates the space. Yagi realizes how much he enjoys seeing you in this intimate kind of lighting. He kicks off his boots, then he takes off his jacket. In an effort to show good manners, he tidies up his clothes and places them in a pile on your desk.

With him only wearing his boxers and t-shirt, Yagi slides into bed with you. Immediately, you notice just how warm he is. You cling to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He smells so good, and the way he tenderly rubs your back and sides has you feeling so comfortable.

“I never thought you’d be here with me.” You whisper.

He chuckles, “Same here, doll. But I’m glad you want me here.”

A silence falls on the two of you as he just caresses your sides and your back. You rest against his chest, humming softly whenever he rubs a tender spot on your body. You could definitely get used to this kind of treatment. You don’t even have to hear him say anything to know how he feels about you. Yagi is grateful for the fact that he doesn’t have to use fanciful words to inspire or impress you.

“How about that bike ride?” You ask, and he smirks.

“That’s my girl. I knew you’d want to. We’ll have to be secretive about it.”

You nod, frowning just a bit. He kisses you again, making you smile. With soft words, he promises you that it won’t always have to be this way. You try to smile, but you feel a little sad at the fact that you can’t be with him the way you want to be.

“Listen to me, kitten.” He says as he cups your face. “You’ve already captured my heart. Your father is just some obstacle for me, and you are worth every obstacle that stands between me and you.”

This time, you grip his shirt and you kiss him so deeply. Your tongue slides into his mouth, surprising even him. He holds you close, kissing you back with equal passion. Then when you pull away, he rests his forehead to yours.

“I’m yours,” he whispers sweetly. 

“And I’m yours.” You tell him.

The silence falls back on you and him. Toshinori gently rubs your back and this is what lulls you to sleep. When you wake up the next day, you find yourself alone in your bed. On the desk is a handwritten note from him.

One week. Our bike ride. I’ll meet you here.

Xxx

Toshinori

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⭐️Go team Yuffie ⭐️

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Elope With Me(Kamina x Fem!Reader)

warnings: fluff, angst, yet another fix-it fic for this loveable goofball, mentions of elopement, jealousy word count: 1.2k pairings: Kamina x Fem!Reader summary: Kamina gives you a beautifully preserved flower that his father had given to his mother in the hopes that you'll come to the surface with him and elope. though things don't pan out exactly as you two both imagined, the flower comes back into play after you nurse him back to health. a/n: another Kamina fic? yes! will this get 8 notes? yes! do I care? no! A wonderful fic for the @pixelcafe-network's challenge Friday! I had so much fun with this!

dividers: @adornedwithlight

taglist: @cherryblossombankai @pixelcafe-network

Most people had lost someone while living in Giha village. The earthquakes had caused a lot of cave-ins. And if it wasn’t the earthquakes, some people had tried to go to the surface and died as a result. 

Kamina wasn’t an exception. His father left for the surface when he was younger, and his mother had unfortunately died when he was very young as well. Your own parents died due to the very same earthquake that caused the cave-in that killed Simon’s parents.

The three of you: Simon, Kamina and you, had become very close because of this. Kamina was obviously the leader of your little gang and he often tried to rope in more people because of it. And after a while, you started to admire him for all of this.

But your admiration for Kamina turned into something different. No longer did you see him as “big bro” and more in a “who is this hunk who replaced itty bitty Kamina” kind of way.

Kamina wasn’t blind to you changing in front of his eyes too. You weren’t a little girl chasing after him anymore. You were a lovely young woman and any man would be lucky to have you in their life. He chooses to try and ignore his growing feelings for you in an attempt to keep your friendship sacred.

But fuck, it was tearing him apart inside. And him wanting to go to the surface, he needed to make sure you’d follow him up there. So he tries his best to come up with the proper way to make this proposal.

He searches through some of the things his father and mother left behind. There are only just a few mementos. He looks at the picture of his lovely mother; the only thing he has left of her. Then under a few other things, he finds a beautifully preserved flower. It was pink with long thread-like stamens, as well as spidery seed pods. When he flips over the flower, there’s a card.

“To my lovely beautiful darling Wenny, 

This is the only thing I can give to you to show you my love is never ending. Please remember that this flower means ‘Elope with me’. That is what we did, even when everyone seemed against us. Our love will never die, just like this flower.

Love,

Joe”

Kamina is surprised. He never knew that his father had given this to his mother. It was a lovely flower, though a little odd looking. Most women probably preferred other things, but given that you both live underground, you’ll probably just love the fact that he gave you a flower.

He takes the flower and makes his way over to you. Despite his mostly cocky attitude and confidence skyrocketing most days, Kamina finds himself very nervous. He sees you in your room, and he knocks on the rock.

“Knock, knock.” He says sarcastically and you laugh.

“Hey Kamina, come in.”

Kamina steps inside, pulling the curtain to shut your room. He then sits on your bed with you, unsure of how to even come out and say what he means. YOu notice he’s fidgeting with something in his hands, so you gently place your own hands on his.

“Penny for your thoughts.” you say softly, pulling him from his nervousness.

He hands you the preserved flower. You’re in awe of the beautiful and unique little thing. Your eyes widen when you notice the card in the back. Kamina takes your hands in his and he’s smiling that overly confident smile.

“Listen to me,” he starts. “One of these days, I’m going up to the surface. And when that day comes, sooner or later, I want you up there with me!”

You blush. “Oh Kamina, you know I’m going to the surface with you! I wouldn’t dream of staying in this place without you.”

This is when he cups your cheeks and pulls you in for a sweet kiss. Your heart races and you melt into his sweet embrace. Kamina holds you close to his chest.

“That flower means to elope…so when we get outta here, let’s do it! Let’s elope!”

His words ring in your ears. You can’t believe he’s truly saying this. You’ve been in love with Kamina for so long, and to finally have him make some sort of move on you, it’s making you feel very warm and fuzzy inside.

“Yes, we’ll elope. On the surface!” You say finally. You give him another kiss and you two swear on it.

But when you two get to the surface, things are completely different than you envisioned. Of course, Yoko is so beautiful and she captures the eye of your beau.

She’s tough, she doesn’t put up with his shit. The way she charms him, it breaks your heart. You keep the little preserved flower, hoping that one day, you will meet someone who’s made you feel the way that Kamina once did.

Months go by after making your way up to the surface. Things are different now. You know that you don’t have a chance with Kamina. Even if you still have his gift, you know that you could never interfere with his blossoming love with Yoko.

And after that close call with Thymilph, your heart ached for the man you loved even more. Every day after him almost losing his life, you spend every single second at his bedside. 

You take control over his care. Something about this really warms his heart. To see you here at his side after he almost lost his life. Kamina clings to the little glimmer of hope that he’ll finally make it through. He know that you being around really makes him feel like he can get healthy and lively again.

Then one day, you come in and you’ve got a big bouquet of flowers in your hand. You place them in a vase next to the window. Kamina looks over and he notices that the flowers look very familiar.

“Are those…” he begins then he walks over to them.

“Cleome. They are cleome flowers.” You say softly.

He gets closer and takes a deep inhale of the flowers. The scent is so nice and fresh, making him feel happy. He looks at you and smiles.

“Kamina, I—”

But he interrupts you with a deep kiss. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to his body. You hold him close to yourself, deepening the kiss as well. Then you rub your nose against his before leaning your forehead to his.

“I was foolish,” Kamina explains. “Foolish to get wrapped up in the excitement of being on the surface without seeing how you felt.”

“Kamina, I’m fine.”

“No! No, I completely ignored your wants, desires and feelings for my own selfish gain.” He kisses you once more. “But not this time. I want to know how you feel.”

You take a deep breath and then you explain how seeing him get so close to Yoko had made you jealous. Though you tried hard to push your feelings for him away, you just couldn’t do it permanently.

“Baby, I’m crushed. I shouldn’t have made you feel like second best.” He says solemnly. He gently caresses your cheek. “Could you ever forgive me?”

You giggle softly. “Kamina, what do you think the flowers are for? I forgive you…and I love you.”

Kamina grins and he spins you around in his arms; it’s a testament to his strength now that he has healed completely. He kisses you over and over, the grin never leaving his face.

“Those flowers mean elope, right? Then…elope with me, Kamina.”

He smirks, “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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Can I request Toshinori/ small might with a reader who just loves to crochet and make him things?

How would he react to receiving so many gifts? Like crochet blankets, scarves, plushies, etc. (even if they’re not together!)

And obviously the reader likes him, so they make him a bouquet of flowers (sunflowers?) to confess their feelings.. I think it would be so cute! 😊🥹

Taglist: @pixelcafe-network, @actuallysaiyan, @sweet-chocolate-sweet, @helloiamadrawer, @satorustar, @keiva1000, @copolite01

Warnings: fluffy, gn!reader, sweet

Toshinori Yagi was a man of many wonderful qualities. He was kind, compassionate, and dedicated. All good things which had drawn you to him like a moth to a flame, and every moment you were close to him was like bathing in the warmth of the sun. 

He was also clueless. 

It had become a well kept inside joke around the UA campus that you were down bad for the man, and he was none the wiser. 

“What’s going on with you and the Japanese Lit teacher?” Present Mic asked him one day with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows. 

“They’re a wonderful friend!” Toshinori answered without skipping a beat. He was wearing a scarf you’d crocheted for him in All Might’s color scheme…And carrying his notebooks in a bag you’d made him…Oh, and wearing a cute tie you’d also made him. You were all over him. 

“Yeah, got ya,” Mic winked before heading to his next class. 

You were getting frustrated. Toshinori didn’t even seem to notice that you were only bringing him presents. So, you took matters into your own hands. 

“What is everyone’s favorite flower?” you asked thoughtfully at the teacher’s lunch table. 

Everyone stared at you for a moment before finally, Aizawa spoke up, “I like cherry blossoms.” 

“My favorite is nightshade,” Midnight said in her usual sultry tone. 

Then, you looked at Toshinori intently. He coughed when he saw everyone had joined in your staring. 

“Sunflowers,” he said quickly. 

“Interesting,” you smiled. 

“Why the odd question?” Midnight asked. “Looking to treat us nice?” 

“Nah, just healthy curiosity,” you shrugged. 

That evening, when your final class let out, you went to the hobby store close to campus to collect your supplies. 

It took you about a week to finish them. The carefully crocheted sunflowers. The petals were a bright shade of yellow with dark brown centers. You’d delicately made the stems and leaves. Seeing the finished product, you were quite proud of yourself. 

You got to work early, and set the bouquet on his desk along with a note that reads, “You and me, dinner at my place?” 

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Placebo.

Starring: Ryuken Ishida x f!reader; mention to child Uryu Ishida and Kanae Katagiri;

Format: one-shot;

Warnings: nsfw, vaginal fingering, language, age gap (reader is in her early twenties), unhealthy coping mechanism, widowhood, vaginal sex, sorrow, angst, struggling with feelings, rough sex;

Plot: His work did not leave him much time to look after his young son. The loss of his wife had been a disgrace. When his colleague handed him the number of his neighbour who happened to work as a babysitter to pay her studies, Ryuken decided to give it a try. He would have never imagined you were going to revive the domestic life he used to have with his late wife. When he looked at you, he felt less lonely. Touching you was a placebo to drown his sorrow.

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The opulence of the splendid and austere manor you had to work in for the foreseeable future sent chills down your spine, an unfamiliar sense of uneasiness settling deep in your bones with each step you took to reach the living room. Even the illuminated rooms of the house radiated the disheartening sense of melancholy blanketing the entire building. You had been told by your neighbour about the sudden and tragic death of Mr. Ishida’s wife. Understandably, the loss had caused the man to become even more algid than he used to be, or this was what his colleague had told you about your new employer.

When Mr. Ishida had contacted you, his deep voice was deprived of any kind of hope and warmth. The inclination was professional, yet detatched from any emotion possibly permeating a voice. He had told you he had a son to be looked after and that he had been given your number by his colleague. It was overall a small talk in which he added that, if you wanted to accept the job, you could start on Monday after a brief talk to describe the outlines of your contract. Naturally, there you were now.

The maid had guided you silently to a large couch, giving you a courtly bow, before heading out to call for Mr. Ishida. The minutes you spent alone, waiting for his arrival, made you wonder if you could ever be enough to cheer up a child who had lost his mother and be useful to a man whose heart was long forgotten beneath a sheet of impenetrable ice. Your inner monologue was interrupted by the appearence of a kid, peeking at you curiously from the threshold. His blue eyes inspected you, his small finger reaching up to fix his glasses, still too big for him, over the bridge of his pointy nose. You blinked, a small smile gracing your lips as you waved your hand at the boy. Mr. Ishida’s son blushed, back straightening as he dashed away before you could even introduce yourself.

You wondered if your approach was too brazen, if you were the cause of his getaway, but you soon realized he had probably recognized the steady footsteps of his father in the corridor. The hair on your neck stood, when the man walked in. Hardened gaze, he acknowledged your presence briefly, eyes flitting in the direction where his son had ran off in a hurry. He looked at his maid, murmuring a command you failed to catch, but that she did not waste any time in getting to.

Your mouth felt like chalk, heart weirdly pumping the blood faster, almost leaving you breathless, when the man walked up to you to introduce himself properly. You stood up, hands meeting midway to shake in a cordiality due in formal business encounters. You held his gaze, timidly bowing your head.

“Good evening, Mr. Ishida, I’m—” you tried, but his baritone timbre cut you off.

“I know who you are. You are indeed as young as I expected. — he commented dryly, letting go of your hand to go sitting in the armchair before the couch — You may sit. I have asked my maid to prepare some tea and fetch my son” he added, watching you sit back on your seat, hands splayed at your sides, as you imperceptibly nodded your head.

He was direct. You felt almost out of place, unsure of how to behave, what to say, of your own skills in tending children. What if the inflexible man squarely looking at you did not approve of your methods? Your stomach churned in apprehension at the mere thought of disappointing him, getting fired and be the cause of his foul mood. However, you had to still know him and grow familiar with the family habits to plan an accurate adaptation to the situation.

“Thanks, sir. — you finally mustered a reply — I am glad you have decided to give me a chance to help. Currently, I do not have other children to look after. I can stay here overnight as well, if it is necessary” you informed him, expecting him to esternate at least a grateful expression for your offer and dedication to the job you had just accepted. Too bad you figured he actually expected you to go to such lengths for him.

“Obviously” he shortly said, not even dignifying you with a glance, greyish eyes darting on the entrance as soon as his timid son and the maid joined you two.

You looked at the raven-haired boy, avoiding the stern gaze his father was directing to him. He hesitantly approached you two, standing next to the maid in search for protection, for a shield to defend himself from the piercing gaze of the doctor, of the only parent he could count on for the rest of his life. Your stomach churned, the atmosphere thick, the obnoxious silence in the sterile room broken only by the sound of the silver tray settled on the glass coffee table at your feet.

“Uryu. — Mr. Ishida dryly commenced, arms comfortably laying on the armrests of the leather chesterfield sofa — Do you mind telling me why you ran away earlier? There is a guest here, as you can see”.

Ouch. You involuntarily flinched, the maid compassionately glancing at the boy as she poured the tea for the three of you, careful not to let a single drop spill out. You wondered if you were going to grow accostumate to such deplorable scenes just like her.

Uryu stiffened, hands clutching the gown of the maid “I didn’t run away from her”.

You partially relaxed, connecting the dots and realizing your assumption was indeed correct. The boy was not reluctant to talk to you, but he was instead attempting to avoid his strict father.

“We will discuss about it later. — the man dispassionately asserted, hand gesturing for him to sit beside you — This is Miss. L/N. She is going to work here as your attendant. I expect you to properly behave yourself. If I hear a single complain about you—”.

You had no idea what had gotten into you. The flabbergasted looks you got from the kid and the maid were enough to make you realize you had crossed a line. Your empathy, though, could not allow to let that innocent kid to withstand such a treatment. You had acted without thinking, risking your own job before even starting it.

“I am confident I won’t make a complaint about him” you interjected, cold swear running down your back as you wrapped your hands around the warm cup offered to you by the shellshocked maid. You were ready to endure the same treatment Uryu had been subjected to a moment before, but you were even more shocked to watch the man standing up slowly and announcing your shift had just begun.

“You can stay for dinner. I have to go to the hospital”.

Uryu, agape, stared at you in admiration. When his father’s footsteps faded away, he smiled at you for the first time “Thanks” he piped out, ignoring the fact you were probably going to pay for your bravado with a headache later on.

Days went by mostly uneventful for the first few weeks. As you had imagined, Dr. Ishida mainly contacted you via emails, texts, or phone calls. You barely crossed paths with him, when he left for work. However, he paid you regularly and let you inhabit his house, have access to his library for your studies and even use the spare car to drive Uryu to birthday parties, or to the park. You were glad he seemed not to have remonstrances about your work. You had to admit that taking care of Uryu was an easy task. He was polite, committed to his studies and overly respectful of you.

Sometimes, he even sat on your lap, asking you to read him your textbooks out loud. While he could not wrap his head around most of the complex concepts you were dutifully explaining to him, he listened and, surprisingly, made sharp observations on them.

Some days were harder than others.

You were playing hide and seek and you could not find him anywhere. He had not escaped in the gardens and you had searched for him throughout the first floor. There was only an area you still had to explore. You never ventured around Dr. Ishida’s private chambers. First of all, you had no interest in frequenting those rooms. Secondly, while he had not explicitly told you not to meddle in his business, you were pretty sure he would have not appreciated your initiative to go through his personal belongings.

Uncertain, you put your insecurities aside and decided to investigate the zone. You were not shocked to spot the small kid, curled up in a ball, holding a photograph in his hand. Your stomach churned, deciding to give him a few minutes to himself to collect the pieces of his own heart. You knew you had to go to confront him, though. He probably had hidden in there since you turned around to count. You could not risk getting caught in that room by his father. Clearing your throat, you encouraged yourself and stepped in the office, careful not to make a sound.

“There you are! You got me worried this time around” you said, causing the boy to gasp and shove the picture behind his back, protectively.

You kept your distance at first, smiling gently “What are you looking at? Is it a precious thing?” you asked him softly.

Uryu pressed his lips together, pondering his answer before silently nodding his head.

“It’s okay, if you don’t want to share it with me. — you said tenderly, approaching him and pointing at the clock on the wall — But it’s time to dine. Your father will be joining us tonight” you reminded him, as Uryu looked up at you with glistening eyes. A meltdown was coming. Your heart skipped a beat, as you knelt down next to him and ruffled his hair affectionately.

He was too young for this.

“I miss my mom” Uryu mumbled lowly, shaking hand holding the picture he was staring at before you interrupted him. He handed it to you, his blue eyes shimmering in the gloomy light of tears brimming in his doe eyes. You were impotent, eyes fleeting briefly to the woman in the picture, reminding you so much of her son before you settled it down and hugged him tightly to your chest.

“Let it out, honey. It’s okay to cry sometimes. — you whispered, hand behind his nape as he sobbed on your chest, tears dampening your shirt — Wherever she is, I’m absolutely sure she misses you too”.

You consoled Uryu for a while, a comforting silence eveloping the office, until the door creaked opened and you turned your head towards the man in alarm. Your heart thrummed in your chest, mouth opening to apologize for the intrusion. It was unncessary. Mr. Ishida took notice of the picture laying on the floorboard at your side. He saw the way Uryu was clinging to you, the mortified and hurt expression on your face and his mind went straight to some months ago, to a reality he deep down missed like the shore misses the waves crashing on it, during the ebb tide.

He left, overbore, waiting for you to join him in the living room to consume your dinner.

It went smoothly. Dr. Ishida seemed to be too preoccupied monitoring his child from the other side of the table to spare you a look. The air was electric. You ate your dinner comfortably, until Uryu began to nibble at the zucchini left in his plate, manifesting a certain rebuttal to finish them. You took a sip of water, already sensing the ominious and, potentially catastrophical, outburst of the man at your left building up. It was not the right night for Uryu to be the victim of his father’s irritation.

“They are not my favourite as well” you chimed, drawing the attention of the two Ishida.

Uryu played with his silver fork, tilting his head to the side “But you ate it anyway… How did you do it?” the kid asked you quitely, only for you to draw a couple of stawberry candies from the pocket of your trousers and settling them over the pristine tablecloth.

You gave him a knowing look “Because I know that, if I eat all my veggies, I can have a treat” you lowly said.

Even though you caught a glimpse of Mr. Ishida’s jaw clenching in your peripheral, you still played your rule and watched in glee the small kid finish his meal. After giving him the right compensation, you accompanied him to wash his teeth and wear his pajamas. You indulged him in reading a tale from his favorite storybook, but he was too exhausted to last until the end. Another day had come to an end and you had successfully dodged all the bullets Dr. Ishida could fire at you.

That night, he had let you know you could go back home and have some rest. You therefore grabbed your coat, wrapping a scarf around your neck to protect yourself from the fierce, cold wind blowing strongly outside, and headed to the front door. You halted, when you heard Uryu’s father calling out your name.

Standing a few feet away from you, hand in his pocket, he seemed to be awaiting for you. His tone of voice was flat, not too hard, yet enough to leave you on the edge.

“Dr. Ishida, I was about to go home” you bowed your head.

“This is why I am here. It’s going to snow tonight. Let me drive you home” he offered, taking you off guard. You did not expect him to show you mercy. It was a warm gesture, after all, and you could not say you two were close. Not yet, at least. You had barely got the chance to have a conversation with him.

“You don’t have to! I live nearby… It’s a ten minutes walk” you babbled out, eyes straying away from his ones.

“I insist. I cannot have you getting sick. It is almost Christmas, which means longer shifts and busy schedule. This house requires your help” he remarked, drawing the keys of his car from the pocket. The authority in his timbre ended your futile attempts to protest. Abiding to his order, you let him lead you to his car outside.

As expected, the drive was short. Silence dominated the time you spent together. You doubted he would have even talked to you at all, if not to ask for the directions. He was concentrated on the road, a frown wrinkling his forehead as the first snoflakes began to fall on the city, melting over the windows of the car.

You had just unbuckled your seatbelt, when he turned to look at you for the first time since you had left his house. You always felt judged, looked down to, when his eyes landed on your form. This time, however, he did not seem upset.

“Thanks for the lift, Dr. Ishida”.

“Where did you buy those candies?”.

This was not what you expected him to ask you. The candies. They were your favourite brand, but it was hard to find them at the local supermarkets nowadays.

“Oh, I asked my uncle to purchase some of them for me. He works on the other side of the city and there is a shop that still sells them… — you replied, your cheeks strangely heating up much to your dismay — If you don’t want me to give them to Uryu, I won’t make such a mistake anymore!” you fretted, but his answer gave you something to think about for the whole night.

Ryuken Ishida huffed “Don’t stop. Kanae used to love them. Uryu adores them too”.

It was Christmas and you could unfortunately not spend it with your family. All the flights had been cancelled for an unprecedented snowstorm. On top of that, it was unsafe to leave your house and that was why Dr. Ishida had invited you to spend the Christmas at the Ishida manor. You could not refuse such a kind invitation. Also, maybe it was better to have more people around the house to raise Uryu’s spirits. It was the first important festivity he was going to spend without his mother.

You baked cookies together, during the Christmas Eve. You hardly believed a mature kid like him believe in Santa, but it was a tradition you could confide in to kill the time and make the enviroment less frigid for him.

You were covered in flour and sugar, cleaning up the mess you two had made on the counter, when you heard footsteps behind you. You thought it was Uryu, who you had sent to wash his hands and face, but you were mistaken.

“How is it possible that you have already cleaned up?” you asked, turning around with a small grin on your face, only for your eyes to grow instantly round and your smile to drop. Standing a couple of feet away from you there was Dr. Ishida, giving up on his typical attire to leave space to a blue turtleneck and less formal trousers.

He was unamused, but did not seem in the mood to scold you or anything. Instead, he let his eyes trail on your face, before handing you a rag “You may want to … Clean up as well, I guess” he suggested, a tinge of hesitation in his voice as you realized you were probably not presentable for the dinner.

Deeply embarrassed, you hastily grabbed the rag and began to dust the flour off of your face. You clumsily removed most of it, but without a mirror you were uncapable to tell where you needed to pass the cloth. You felt a large hand encompass your wrist delicately, pulling your hand away to stop you. The unexpected gesture and touch sent frissons over your back, your lips parting in surprise, as Ryuken took the cloth from your hand and helped you out.

You stayed silent, eyes softening, when he carefully tapped your nose, the angle of your mouth. All the while, his other hand never left your wrist. You were so close you could smell his cologne, masculine, distinguished, rich. You felt ashamed of yourself for even thinking about him under certain aspects of life. He had recently lost his wife. He had a kid. You were just a girl who helped him around the house, the equivalent of one of the maids working for him.

“T-Thank you… I’m almost done here” you stammered, nervously, when he discarded the rag on the counter at your back.

Ryuken exhaled through his nostrils “I can’t explain how it is possible, but sometimes you act just like her. It’s becoming impossible discerning you two in my memories” he spoke out, stopping your heart for a split second with such a potent assertion. Your conversation came to an abrupt end, when you heard Uryu’s laughters from upstairs, followed by the padding of his feet, a clear sign he was coming downstairs.

Ryuken left the kitchen, only blessing you two with his presence at dinner. You spent the night playing boardgames with Uryu, until he was too sleepy to continue and you convinced him to go to bed. His father, though, was restless. When you went back downstairs, you found him sitting before the fireplace, a glass of whiskey in hand, eyes transfixed on the flames.

You ambled in the living room with your heart in your throat, unsure of what to tell him, if not “Aren’t you tired, sir?”.

He swirled the liquor in the glass disinterestly “And you?” he shortly asked you, not dignifying you with an answer.

You looked at your feet “I was about to go to bed. — you informed him, deciding to let him alone with his thoughts — Goodnight, Mr. Ishida”.

“Ryuken. Call me Ryuken”.

And it was Ryuken the name keeping you awake in your bed. You were among the blankets, a familiar warmth spreading through your cheeks, a dull need aching in between your thighs. But you denied yourself the joy of a release, not when you could not feel attracted to Ryuken.

You were in your room, preparing your bag to go back home, when you heard a knock on the door. Ryuken entered the guest room, closing the door behind him. You inwardly felt your heart tremble in your ribcage at that, but you tried your best to ignore the sensation.

“Are you sure you don’t need a lift home?” he asked you monotonously, casually approaching you.

“Yes, I am. Don’t worry about me. The snow is finally melting, the sun is up. I will survive” you reassured him, checking the room out briefly to spot your belongings around. Once you had made sure you were not forgetting anything, you were ready to leave. Your hand had just reached for the bag, when Ryuken’s hand forced you to turn around to face him.

You were puzzled at first, too much in a hurry, to realize he had grasped your chin and pressed his lips against yours. When you came back to your senses, you shuddered, hands scrambling up to grasp the collar of his shirt in your hands, to hold him closer, as his body pushed you against the desk.

You should have stopped. His tongue however was already battling against yours, his hand slithering down your abdomen and disappearing beneath your skirt. You felt his fingers stroke your heat through your panties, before tugging the flimsy material to the side and making contact with your slippery folds.

You felt ashamed at how wet you were. On the other hand, he appreciated it. His middle finger circled your entrance, teasing the outline, before smoothly sinking in.

“Dripping at the faintest touch, just like her” you did not know what made you determined enough to continue after such an uncalled comparison. Still, you did. You let out a choked moan against his lips, brows furrowing when he inserted another finger into your sappy count.

“Ryuken—”.

“Just like that. Call me like that again” he instructed you, thumb rubbing at your throbbing clitoris to accelerate your orgasm. You barely were able to hold yourself up, knuckles whitening and fingers tightening around the edge of the desk at your back, when he raised your thigh for a better access to your entrance and thrusted his fingers harder into you. It felt better than you had ever imagined. It felt better because, even if you wished you could forget right now, he was a man, he had been married, he knew how to touch a woman correctly.

You both wanted more. But he did let you go, after that, looking forwards for the next activity. Fingering you like he did to her had helped him forget how miserable life had always been for him, even before marrying Kanae. You were a brief distraction, a pleasant one, a clueless girl who acted way too much like his late wife. He did not want to hurt you. He should have kept his distance, maintaining a septic professionalism like he did with the nurses at work. But he could not. And when he brought his fingers to his lips, he knew he could not abstain from owning you completely.

In front of Uryu, nothing changed between your two. He kept his distance, but you felt the slight change in the way his gaze lingered on you for longer than it used to. You felt his eyes substituting his late wife to you, you felt him mentally comparing you to her.

It saddened you. On the other hand, you excused him. Probably, if you were in his position, you would search for a placebo too. You had to admit you tried to keep the moments you two spent together to a minimum. Eventually, after two weeks of running away from him, you found yourself in his bedroom. You had never been there. You would have never imagined he was going to undress you in that room, when you agreed to work for him. And now, whilst he kissed you passionately, one hand on your hip to hold you close to his body and the other one sliding behind your nape to angle your head at his likings, you knew there was no turning back from that.

His hand splayed over your stomach, when he pushed you down on the bed, left goosebumps on your skin. You closed your eyes, sighing when his fingers worked on your jeans and tugged them down your legs.

“Roll on your stomach, please” he evenly instructed you, busying himself with undressing himself.

You complied to his request, hands sliding over the silky blankets, as you arched your spine for him. You counted the seconds spent in awaiting for his body to engulf yours. The sound of a condom’s package ripping, his lips grazing your cheekbone and his bulbous head of his cock pushing into you teasingly sent you in a spiral of vanity and eagerness.

“Ryuken, don’t tease me” you whispered, the man behind you nosing your cheek.

“It always baffles me how you act and sound like her, while I have never told you anything about my late wife” he commented, right before sliding into you with a groan. You were unable to restrain your own cry of pleasure. His hand promptly covered your mouth, though.

After all, Uryu was sleeping upstairs and he was a responsible father.

Ryuken was not gentle with you. He fucked roughly, fingertips grasping your hips, clawing at your skin, leaving marks that would have turned purple the following days. His thrusts made tears of pleasure stream down your cheeks. Your tightness was different than Kanae’s. He felt pleasure, immense pleasure, but he remembered perfectly what to compare that sensation to. It felt like making love to his late wife back when she was still his girlfriend, before they got married, before she gave birth to Uryu.

Young and his, you were whimpering softly against the palm of his hand, hips pushing back to meet his thrusts.

“Ryuken, what am I to you?” you breathly asked, walls clamping around his cock, as he left open-mouthed and desperate kisses on the crook of your neck. He was close, you could tell it by the change of the tempo, by the erratic movements. Your heard beated a staccato you had never experienced before.

The man grunted, teeth grasping your tender lobe between them as you two finished simultaneously. He took his time to provide you an answer. Your knackered body was writhing over his bed, pride in his gaze as he tossed the condom in the bin and removed his now fogged glass to rub his eyes in tiredness. He had owned you. The night could now only pass quickly, allowing him to have a good rest after months of pain and migraines.

“My son’s babysitter and—”.

“You don’t have to answer”.

Sometimes, things were better left unspoken.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello, my dear readers. As previously stated on a post, I am struggling to like my works as of late. Probably, I just need to find a new style, or dimension for me to blossom. I love Ryuken and this is my first time writing for him. I know the story is angsty, but I wanted to explore this side of him we barely had to chance to delve into. Comments, likes and re-posts are greatly appreciated! Let me know your impressions.

Love,

— Luce

TAGS: @my-my-my @villainsrtasty @kurokawaia @sovl-society @a-contemplation-upon-flowers @jesurum-says-hi @electronicwitchcollection

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Per Contra

(Snippet from a fic in progress called, Cold as Charity)

Read on AO3.

Tags: Enji Todoroki, Endeavor, Female OC, Princess Arya, Royalty Alternate Universe, Royalty AU, King!Enji, Princess!OC, Arranged Marriage, Quirks Still Kind of a Thing?, I Haven't Worked Out All the Details, But Let's Just Say Yes

Word Count: 1,158 words

Summary: King Enji of Boreas is rumored to be benevolent and kind to all, slow to anger and abundant in patience. Princess Arya of Notus, contrarily, is rumored to be cold and callous to her subjects, lacking empathy or a conscience. It takes a proffered marriage proposal for both of them to learn the truth.

Author's Note: This is based off of a challenge from a Discord server I'm in. The mood board for the challenge is pictured below.

“Look at me, Princess.”

King Enji of Boreas sits across from me with a menacing aura that has settled nations without lifting a single sword. The countries around him herald his nature as benevolent and warm like the fiery power he possesses just as they curse me to be malevolent and cold like the icy magic trickling through my veins.

Ironically, neither proposition rings with much truth from my observations.

“You have given me a week to court you and convince you of a marriage alliance with Notus.” I begin, setting down my teacup. “What if I were to tell you I’ll give you a week to sell the grandeur of Boreas to me?”

“I’d say you’re a fool.” Enji captures me in a heated gaze. “Why propose a marriage with me if you weren’t already placated with the kingdom you seek to become a part of?”

“Frankly, Your Highness, information about neighboring kingdoms offer little to satisfy me. Your scholars have surely told you of my country’s most recent war with Erebus, surely?” “Yes. And how your family is the direct cause.” He growls out.

“Of course, you’d know that.” I nod, lacing my fingers together on the table. “But what your scholars can’t tell you is that right now the kingdom of Notus thrives with recovery efforts despite the despicable actions caused by my parents – they can’t tell you that our farms flourish with people banded together for good, or that the only reason my parents have sent me to marry you is because they intend to banish me with the hope it’ll cripple our land.”

“Lady Lachlan has told me about their motives, as you’ve asked.” Enji nods to the woman sitting under a Pagoda tree in the distance. “But that does little to convince me of seeing you as a suitable candidate given your reputation.”

“Ah, and that is another reason I do not trust common knowledge regarding the information related to your kingdom.” I sigh, forcing my facial expressions into submission.

He catches the irritation that flutters across my face before I can stop it, however.

“Is that so? A princess who is said to be cold and cruel. It would fit the preceding mold of your parents, who started a war for their own gain, don’t you think?” Enji leans closer over the table. “How can I trust that your offer isn’t just an attempt to elicit my sympathy and take my life? Is that why you won’t call off your guard dog? When you kill me, you’ll need a witness of your innocence, right?”

I’ve all but forgotten Toshinori’s presence behind me. Ever since I can remember he’s been charged with keeping me safe. He is my perfect protector, a shadow trailing after me wherever I go who has proven himself a symbol of peace and prosperity.

Across from me, the king of Boreas intends to intimidate, but only succeeds in making my blood buzz with a challenge. His cold blue eyes burn with passion that I find myself yearning to fuel.

“Were those rumors to be believed, that must mean you are a king benevolent and kind to all. A king slow to anger and quick to patience. Yet, here you sit, subtly accusing me of plotting your assassination as we sit for a cup of tea.” I chuckle, waving Toshinori off. “Leave us, Toshinori.”

He stiffens behind you.

“My princess–”

“That’s an order.” I ground out. “Give Lady Lachlan some company if you desire, or stand at the perimeter. But leave us.”

It takes a moment or two, but with a set jaw and a curt bow, he takes his leave.

“Does that offer you more comfort?” I raise a brow.

“Walk with me and I’ll decide.” Enji demands, rising abruptly.

I ignore the way Toshinori snaps his head in my direction when we walk by him and onto a trail into the nearby garden outside the courtyard. When he takes a step in my direction, I halt him with my hand.

“You’ll have to forgive Toshinori; he has protected me since I was a babe.” I observe the dying rose bushes and revive them with a wave of my hand.

Silence answers me as Enji walks straight ahead, leading me into a gazebo where he takes a seat and offers me the spot beside him. His warmth seeps into my skin as he crosses his ankles and pulls me against his side by the shoulders.

“You are fearless, I’ll give you that, Princess.” He holds me captive in his gaze – his demeanor relaxes for a breath – before his features crinkle with disdain. “But many princesses before have tried courting me and all have failed. Let’s say your story is true and your parents really are seeking to banish you to my kingdom, what’s the benefit of a marriage? Why shouldn’t I just send you back to Notus?”

A sharp breath skates past my nostrils as I let my hair hide an amused smile. Why shouldn’t you send me back? Well, I’d surely die. Of course, that means little to you. 

Memories swirl in my mind like smoke as death reminds me of Grandpa. Of Grandpa squeezing my hand on his own deathbed – You will be a wise ruler one day and they will hate you for it, but if you remember nothing else, remember this: trust yourself. You are smarter than you think, my heart.

“You are free to do as you wish, for you are a king.” I shrug, shocked when his fingers link in mine. My heart drops to my toes while pink paints my cheeks. “But if you send me away you lose insider information on a neighboring kingdom that you’ve already discerned has rulers capable of foul play. I don’t care if you believe me or not, but sending me back to Notus will be my death sentence. With me by your side, regardless of if you trust me, I have information you will not find elsewhere at your disposal.”

An autumn breeze combs my hair and threatens to topple my crown, but I’m much too distracted with drawing fanciful shapes into the calloused skin of Enji’s palm.

I shiver and his hand comes under my chin. The rough, frigid edges of his glare dissolve into soft sunshine. Sunshine that sparkles and sprouts in my stomach until it encroaches around my lungs, making it impossible to breathe while in his radius.

“You are nothing like the rumors claim, Princess Arya.” He leans down.

“Neither are you, Your Highness.”

His lips brush against mine with enough pressure to please despite the brevity. My eyes close to help me reorient as he spins my world on its axis. When he withdraws, my mouth follows him with parted lips.

I swallow, blink, and straighten my back as he peers down at me.

“It is settled. I will take you as my bride.”

“You will?” I gasp.

“I will.”

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Just To See You Smile (All Smite x Reader)

Warnings: angsty, comfort, gn!reader, a little corny, some suggestiveness at the end Word Count: 1.1k Summary: Toshinori comes home to find you crying in bed. Taglist: @pixelcafe-network, @actuallysaiyan, @sweet-chocolate-sweet, @helloiamadrawer, @satorustar, @keiva1000, @copolite01

Toshinori had been gone for days, working a heist as All Smite that would bring in a load of cash. He planned to use it to spoil you rotten with anything and everything your pretty little heart desired. Because deep down, despite sucking at expressing it, he was head over heels for you. You were sweet and soft, yet you’d chosen him. You kept all of his secrets while also showing him a way of life he had never even considered for himself. At the same time, you were the only person brave enough to call him out on his shit. 

You were precious to him. 

Which is why he was so damn eager to get home to you. He was damn near aching with excitement. You were always so precious when he came home after a few days away. You’d jump into his arms and smother him in kisses while he carried you to bed. He was looking forward to that as he pulled his car into the driveway, but there wasn’t a single light on in the house he rented for you. 

“Not home?” he whispered as he cut the engine. He double-checked his phone. The last text between you was him telling you when he’d come home, and you expressing your excitement. He knew you would’ve mentioned it if he should’ve expected you not to be home. 

‘Maybe there’s gonna be a sexy surprise waiting,’ he figures. 

He grabbed his bags out of the back of the car and headed towards the door. He was listening out for that sexy music you always played for him. There was nothing. Inside, the house was dark. Only the lamp in the living room lit his path from the front door to your bedroom. 

His ears picked up the small whimpers coming from behind the door. His brows furrowed as he backed away and made a quick look around the rest of the house to make sure you were alone. Then, he opened the door just a bit to look in on you. In the dark, he could just barely make out your trembling silhouette on the bed. The small whimpers were coming from you. 

“Baby?” he whispered into the dark as he walked over to the bed and sat down beside you. He carefully turned on the bedside lamp, and he saw your puffy eyes staring up at him. He caressed your cheek gently. “Sweetheart, are you okay? Did someone hurt you? Tell me…” 

His mind was already swimming with revenge against whoever it was that made you cry. 

“It’s nothing,” you sat up on the bed and wiped your eyes. You leaned over to hug him and give him kisses. “I just missed you so much.” 

One thing about you, you were a bad liar. He could always see through you when you were trying to hide something from you. He pulled you onto his lap and hugged you to his chest. 

“Come on, baby, don’t lie to me. That’s not nice, now is it?” 

You whined softly in response, “I’m just…Sad. A lot has been going on and I just…Sometimes I just need to cry, I guess.” 

He sat in silence, holding you close to him. Part of him wished someone else had made you cry. At least he’d know how to deal with something like that. He could punch an asshole in the face for making you cry or something. He couldn’t do anything about you feeling sad and overwhelmed. He rubbed your back gently and kissed the top of your head. Feeling your tears soaking into his shirt only made him feel worse. 

“Honey, is there anything I can do?” he asked. 

“No, it’s fine. You just got home, you should settle in,” you said. You curled up on the bed again.

“Seriously, Toshi. Just relax. I know you probably want a shower and stuff. I just need a minute and I’ll start on dinner.” 

He let out a frustrated sigh as he stood up from the bed. He felt useless. Worst of all, he felt dismissed. 

“Fine, I’ll take a shower,” he said grumpily. 

You watched him leave. He was all slumped shoulders and heavy footsteps as he disappeared. 

The entire time he was in the shower, he couldn’t stop wondering how he could help you. The sadness you felt was like an unseen foe he couldn’t defeat. He wanted to see you smile again. 

You finally managed to get out of bed, and you made your way to the kitchen to start dinner. You were lost in thought when you felt a pair of strong arms wrapping around you. Toshinori nuzzled his face against your neck. 

“It’s good to be home,” he whispered against your skin. “I missed you so much.” 

“I missed you too, baby,” you said as you leaned back against his broad chest. His hands moved down your arms and gently pried the pan out of your hand. 

“Just put this away, alright? We’ll order in, watch one of those silly-ass movies you love so much…Cuddle.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“I’m sure,” he kissed your cheek softly before releasing you. 

You put away the utensils and went to the living room to curl up on the couch. You were scrolling through movie selections on the television when you heard music playing. It was one of those corny songs that was trying hard to be sexy. 

“Toshi?” you called out. Then, the music started getting closer. 

He comes out of the bedroom donning his full All Smite costume. You couldn’t help but laugh at the clumsy way he was trying to sway his large body in a sensual dance. The fact that you were laughing made him feel victorious. 

“All Smite is here!” he said and did a corny pose with one hand on his hip. He then set his phone, which was playing the song, onto the coffee table. 

“What are you doing, babe?” you asked, covering your face as you tried to hide your giggles. 

“I’m performing,” he winked playfully. 

As he continued dancing, he began peeling off layers. First were his shoulder guards, dropped haphazardly onto the floor. Then, his shirt. He waved it over his head before gently tossing it at your head. Soft laughter You wolf-whistled at him as he began kicking off his boots. 

He felt victorious when he saw the smile on your face and the light in your eyes. He stripped down to his boxers, then came over to the couch. He scooped you up in his strong arms and gave you a deep kiss. 

“I think it’s time for my next performance,” he smirked before carrying you to the bedroom. 

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The teasing at the beginning 🥴 the added tension of knowing they could get caught 🥴🥴🥴 Hnnnggg love love love

Love You Just The Way You Are(All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader)

warnings: smut, semi-public sex, colleague-lovers relationship, age gap, daddy kink, cock worship, oral sex(male receiving), ball/testicle play, cum swallowing, reader wearing All Might merch word count: 1.3k pairings: All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader summary: you're feeling a type of way, so you decided to cure it by taking Toshinori's cock down your throat.

dividers: @adornedwithlight

taglist: @thissaintjessi.  @cherryblossombankai, @thestarsystemsworld @pixelcafe-network

He’s not against doing things in his office. He keeps the door closed and sometimes he locks it when he wants true privacy. Especially whenever you’re around.

Toshinori could tell you were feeling some type of way today. You were wearing that tight, button up blouse and that skirt was a little shorter than usual. He could almost see the tops of your stay-ups. It was driving him crazy and you knew what you were doing.

Staying in his office to grade papers during lunch wasn’t his initial plan, but with the half-chub he was sporting in his pants, he wasn’t going to be able to face any of the other teachers. He’s halfway through grading when there’s a knock on his office door. He tells whoever it is to come in, but when he sees you, he’s groaning.

“What’s the matter, Toshinori?” You practically purr as you shut the door behind you. He hears the click of the lock. “Are you frustrated?”

You walk over to his desk, leaning down on it. Your breasts strain against the buttons of your blouse, making his cock twitch in his boxers. He sighs and pulls his bangs down to cover his reddening face.

“Oh so you like the outfit?” You ask, twirling around for him to get a good view. Your skirt lifts up and he sees your super cute panties. And…is that…oh fuck it’s his logo on your panties.

You make your way over to him, spinning him to face you in his office chair. Then you get on your knees, making the older man groan. It’s not that he didn't want to do this, it’s just the thought of it makes him way too hard. He wouldn’t be able to last very long if you did what he thought you were going to do. You watch as his hands are shaking, though he leaves everything to you.

“Nervous, number one?” You ask as you reach over to unbuckle his belt. “Don’t be, I’m here to relieve the stress.”

He wants to relax but when you gasp and your eyes widen when you take his cock out of his pants, it makes him feel so self-conscious. He knows he should be proud to have such a big member, but damn it just makes him realize how careful he has to be.

“Oh look at you, leaking already. Poor baby…” You coo before leaning over to press a kiss to the head of his cock.

Toshinori lets out a moan. It’s so sexy, so raw and so primitive. You can tell he won’t be able to last long, but that does not matter to you. You’re willing to overstimulate him to make him feel that much better. You help pull down his pants and his boxers so you can have ample access to those heavy balls.

“You’re so pent up, daddy.”

His eyes roll back and he lets out a grunt. Whenever you call him that, it just drives him crazy. He shouldn’t even think it’s hot, but damn it just triggers something deep inside of him. You flutter your eyelashes as you begin to stroke him. Already he’s twitching and leaking all over your hand.

“I am pent up,” he grunts as you press little kisses to the underside of his cock. “We haven’t had much alone time lately.”

You let out a soft huff, nodding your head. It had been true, you two had been so busy lately. With him teaching, grading tests and papers, and training Izuku, Toshinori hardly had any time to be with you. You were equally busy with your own teaching duties.

“Don’t worry, nobody’s coming in. Let me show you how badly I’ve been missing you.”

Your lips kiss up and down his shaft before you take one of his balls between your lips. You eagerly stroke him as you suck on his ball, switching to the other from time to time. You lick and suck and moan obscenely as you pleasure his sac.

“Fuck,” he hisses through gritted teeth. His thighs were already shaking.

When you look up at him, Toshinori swears again. You look way too sexy right now. You had a way of riling him up, and it really made him weak to deny anything you wanted. He lets out a whimper when you lick the slit on the head of his cock.

“Mmmm, you like when I suck on your balls, don’t you?” You question, continuing to lick the slit of his cock.

Toshinori whines, “Yes, yes I fuckin’ do.”

You begin to suckle on just the tip now before sinking down all the way. The way you can take this man deep into your throat always impresses him. When you swallow around him, he grunts. He’s not going to last much longer if you continue teasing him like this.

Then you pull off of him with an audible ‘pop���. You settle for sucking on the prominent vein on the underside of his cock, making Toshinori shudder in his chair. His hands come down to cradle your head, his fingers are tangling in your hair.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” you hardly ever hear him swearing this much unless you two are intimate. “Oh fuck, please don’t stop.”

This makes you smirk up at the man. He’s so cute like this; his hair a little disheveled, his cheeks and neck so pink, his lips parted with a little bit of drool on them. You lean in closer, pulling him in for a very hungry kiss.

“Want more, daddy? Come on, beg me.” You tease as you blow a little air on the wet tip of his dick.

“Please, please…” he whimpers.

You suckle on the tip then let go. “Please what? Use your words, daddy.”

Toshinori bucks his hips, humping the air for a little relief. More of his precum comes spilling out, “Suck me off. Please, make me cum with that soft, pretty mouth of yours.”

You don’t need to be told twice. You wrap your lips around the head, then you slowly sink down once more. The way you’re using your tongue has him panting. His thighs are shaking, his hands are trembling as he buries his fingers in your hair.

The way you moan as you take him into your mouth to the hilt has Toshinori whimpering. He’s whimpering your name, making your clit throb in your panties. You look up at him through your eyelashes, and he’s grunting.

“Baby, I’m gonna cum.”

You double down on your efforts, bringing your hand up to massage those very heavy balls. Toshinori begins to hump against your mouth, pushing his cock so far down your throat. You eagerly take it, wanting him to feel so much pleasure. He’s shaking now; he keeps moaning your name and it’s turning you on more than anything else.

Thick shots of his potent cum slide down your throat. You struggle to take it all, but you do your best to swallow it. You slowly pull off to breathe, jerking him off to help him complete every second of this pleasure. He’s soon whimpering and telling you it’s too much.

You kiss the leaking tip of his cock once more, licking up any kind of cum that was left over. Slowly, you begin to deepthroat him again. Toshinori sobs in pleasure and overstimulation. It’s just too damn much, but he knows you get very cockhungry for him. Watching you with his thick dick down your throat has his cock throbbing once more.

This is when you grab one of his hands and guide it under your skirt. He toys with your wet folds through those limited edition All Might panties. Just the thought of you wearing something of his merch makes him so damn horny once more.

“You’re such a naughty girl.” He comments, but he’s not pulling off.

It’s almost the end of lunch hour, but you’re both sure nobody is going to come looking for you.

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Just Need A Little Lovin'(All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader)

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral sex(Fem receiving), lewd themes, some fluff, young age!Toshinori, Dave mention word count: 1.2k pairings: Young age!All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader summary: it's a slow progression when you and Toshi begin dating, but once you introduce him to sex, he becomes obsessed with eating pussy.

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When you started dating Toshinori, things were a little slow. He was so soft and so sweet. You taught him how to speak English, and he taught you how to speak Japanese. Dave thought the two of you were so adorable. He would never get tired of teasing the two of you all the time.

Things progressed slowly. It was a lot of trial and error and just getting to know each other. You two didn’t do anything intimate until months later. And after you two began to explore each other’s bodies, this is when Toshinori realized he was very obsessed with pussy.

Just the thought of your little pussy made him so hard. Whenever you weren’t around, he would find the panties he stole from you and he would jerk off. The bed would creak from his violent movements as he stroked his thick cock. The pink tip leaking so much precum, lubricating his hand. He tried to mimic what it felt like to fuck you, but it was just never enough.

You had joked that you created a monster, but really it was all to your benefit. You loved the fact that this big man was obsessed with you. He showered you in affection and sweetness along with all the mind blowing sex you two had.

One of Toshinori’s favorite things to do with you was to eat you out. Nothing better to him than to lick, suck and kiss that cute little cunt and have you shaking beneath him. A lot of the time, he enjoyed pulling you onto his face and having you ride his tongue.

Tonight, he’s feeling very needy. It’s been a little while since you two were able to have some alone time. So he’s sitting in your apartment, waiting like the good boy he is. When you walk through the door, he’s all over you within the instant.

“Missed you so much.” The big man wraps his arms around you, kissing you all over your face.

“Awh, I missed you too.” You say sweetly, kissing him back.

Toshi easily towers over you. But he’s so damn careful with his strength. He’d feel terrible if he ever truly hurt you. His hands are grabbing at you, pulling you closer. You can feel the boner in his tight jeans. You giggle softly, and the sound just makes his cock twitch.

“Needy, baby?” You ask him, looking into his eyes.

His eyes are dark with lust. “Missed you a lot, baby. My hand doesn’t feel as good as you.”

Those words alone make need pool deep inside of you. You swallow hard as you try to come to terms with just how horny Toshinori is. He gets down on his hands and knees, nuzzling his face between your thighs. No other man you’ve ever met has been this obsessed with giving oral sex.

“Can I please, please lick your pussy?”

You swallow hard again, and you nod. He shakes his head, whimpering softly as he continues to press his nose between your thighs. He takes long, greedy inhales of your scent through your pants.

“Please, tell me you want it too.” He practically begs.

You moan. “I want it. I want it so badly, Toshi.”

You gently tug on his soft hair, earning a loud moan from the big man on his knees in front of you. He pulls down your pants and panties swiftly, tossing them behind him. It takes seconds for him to dive in and begin devouring you.

His tongue is so warm, and so soft. He pulls your little bud between his lips, suckling on it like it’s his favorite candy. Just the look of him on his knees like this, face already wet with your juices and his own drool, has your knees buckling. Toshinori smirks before he pins you to the wall and allows you to rest your legs on his shoulders for support.

“Fuck,” you pant. “That’s my good boy. Such a good boy for me.”

His cock strains in his tight jeans. He lets out another whimpering noise before he’s shoving his face back between your thighs. Toshinori eagerly slurps up all your juices, making you shudder. Your fingers stay tangled in his hair and when you begin to hump his face for more pleasure, he doubles down on his efforts.

His tongue swirls around your clit before he sucks it between his lips once more. Toshinori looks up at you with your clit between his lips and you shake. The sight alone could send you over the edge. He then begins to press kiss after kiss to it, making it twitch with need.

“Toshi,” you whine his name so sweetly. “Toshi, your fingers…”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. You watch through hooded eyes as he sucks on two of his massive fingers, wetting them sufficiently. Then you cry out as he pumps them both into you, returning to his assault on your swollen little nub.

“Love tasting you,” he whines as he begins to pump his fingers. “Love making you cum.”

You’re not even able to form words, much less coherent thoughts. Here was this giant man on his knees for you, feasting at your cunt like it was the thing that would give him lifeforce. You barely notice when he pulls his cock out and begins to jerk off with his free hand.

Toshinori holds you up against the wall with just his sheer strength alone. You keep tugging on his hair as you hump yourself against his mouth and his fingers. You gasp when his fingers curl against that sweet spot of yours. You’re so close now, you don’t know if you can properly warn him.

It builds so fast, it leaves you blindsided. Waves of pure, blissful pleasure wrack through your body. The soft pants and whimpers that come from your lips make his cock twitch with need. Toshinori diligently pulls all the pleasure from you, moving his fingers within you to prolong every second of pleasure.

He presses one more kiss to your clit before he’s pulling away from you. Then you gasp when he pushes you against the wall, thrusting into you to be balls deep inside of you. You cling to him; your walls are still fluttering from the intense orgasm.

“S-sorry, just needed to fuck…needed to fuck so badly,” he whispers as he begins to pound himself into you.

The sound of wet skin slapping together fills the room obscenely. He’s pounding himself into you quickly and wantonly. His mouth attacks your neck, leaving hickies and marks on your skin. You tug on his hair again, pulling him in for a very sloppy kiss.

Your legs are shaking as you're headed towards another blissful orgasm. This time, you moan his name when you reach your peak. The pulsing of your walls pulls him over the edge as well, and he whimpers as he pumps you full of his cum. 

Toshinori leans his forehead against yours as he comes down from his high. You eagerly breathe in his soft pants as you two share soft little kisses. You’ve never been more in love with someone before.

“Couldn’t help myself,” he says sheepishly. “You need to stop staying away for so long.”

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『 AITA: For accidentally sending nudes to my sons best friend? 』

☼ synopsis: Toji accidentally sends nudes to his sons best friend... but was it really an accident?

☼ character: Toji Fushiguro

☼ reader: female | AFAB

☼ wc: 2033

☼ cw: phone sex, age gap (reader is in her 20s, Toji in his 40s), masturbation, pet names: baby/doll/bunny, mentions of pussy eating and p in v

☼ notes: a sudden need for dilf Toji overcame my horny brain... I won't apologize 😭

[1 New Message, 3 Images Attached]

Your head piped up when your phone vibrated, your focus instantly vanished when you saw his name - Toji. Seeing his name on your phone was a rare sight, he only ever texted you when Megumi didn't show up at night or when you asked him to pick you up from god knows where because it was far too dangerous to walk home at a late hour. Hell, at this point you almost called him dad with how many times he showed up for you or the way he treats you like his own.

Curiously you opened the messages to see why on earth that man texted you at almost 1 am, but your phone dropped to the floor and your jaw almost joined the device. You pinched the bridge of your nose and picked the phone up again. This surely wasn't what you were thinking...right?

A shaky breath left your lips when you unlocked your phone again, only to be met with Toji Fushiguro's cock splayed all over the screen. It wasn't even tasteful, just your average dick in hand while jerking off picture. Unsure if you should even stare at it the way you did, you swiped left to be met with a similar picture, but it was the short video that followed that left you breathless. He sounded so frustrated, angrily moving his fist up and down his thick shaft, his foreskin slightly shifting over the tip each time. It was hypnotic and after the fifth time of watching the eight second long video, you had to close it, your pussy aching from neglect, but your brain told you not to indulge. You really shouldn't touch yourself to nudes of your best friend's dad, now should you? This surely was a mistake and it almost made you chuckle, the thought of Toji going on dates and probably scaring these poor women off with his attitude alone.

Biting your lip, you decided that it couldn't hurt to indulge, worst case, you could blame him for it - he's the older one, after all, and should know better. Your clothes were quickly discarded before you took a few tasteful nudes, which you immediately sent to him. They were really tasteful, nothing too revealing and most importantly, not showing your face.

[1 New Message, 1 Video Attached]

With a shaky breath, you opened the video, your other hand gently rolling one of your nipples before traveling down south while the video played on a low volume.

“That's my good girl,” his voice rasps into the microphone, praising you for indulging, but his voice almost gets drowned out by the view, his cock was painfully hard, veins visibly popping and his grip was tight as he worked on his lubed up cock. The view once again left you hypnotized, his big hands looked small when he held his cock and it left your pussy clenching around nothing as your thoughts ran wild. Would you even be able to take him? He surely would rip you clean into two pieces with how huge his cock is.

Your pussy was absolutely drenched by now, fingers gently circling your clit and occasionally dipping the tip of a finger inside of your entrance to tease yourself.

“Bet you want me to fuck you dumb on my cock. Make you forget your own fucking name, bunny,” he groaned, a low moan following after the pet name that had your clit throbbing. You wanted nothing more than to hear this moan directly next to your ear when he pushes your head into the pillows and fucks you until you're a babbling mess for him - for your best friend's dad.

“Fuck- I can only imagine what your little cunt would look like stretched around me right now… so fucking tight and messy.” His hips buck up to meet the thrusts of his hand and you can see his abs ripple beneath his skin. He was right. Your pussy is a mess right now.

“Show me that messy pussy I love so much, baby. Let me see,” he encourages you to send him more of you, which is where the video ends.

A shiver runs down your spine and your finger stills against your sweet spot, but you don't pull it out just yet, contemplating if you should go further than you already did.

Your needy cunt clenched around your finger, letting you know that you fucking need to see more of Toji, need to see him come undone in order to earn your own release. These thoughts won't let you think straight, so you angle your camera and hit record when you rub your little clit just before dipping two fingers into your messy cunt. The squelching noises are obscene when you start curling them against your sweet spot and at this point, you can't hold back mewls and small whimpers anymore, practically whining his name and begging for his cock like a bitch in heat. Just as you were about to release, you pulled your fingers out, edging yourself and sending the little video to Toji.

[Message: Sent]

[Message: Read]

In order to keep yourself dancing along the edge, you ran your fingers over your clit with feather light touches, just waiting for him to type or send more of your newest addiction - his cock.

Toji stroked his dick in time with the way you pump your fingers into your cunt, fast and needy, but when you start whining for him, he almost loses control, his balls suddenly feeling tight and his urge to release getting almost unbearable… until he catches a glimpse of your face. It was just a fraction of a second, but he would recognize your face everywhere.

His hand stilled right away, his orgasm ruined, but his cock twitched greedily.

“Fuck,” he cursed out and locked his phone before running his hand over his face. Without wasting another moment, he wiped the remnants of lube on his hand off on his discarded t-shirt and dialed your number.

When you finally picked up, it was just silent on both sides, neither of you sure what to say, so he puts on the big boy pants and speaks up first.

“That wasn't meant for you,” it sounded like he scolded you, as if you invaded his privacy when it was his fault to begin with.

“I should have paid better attention, sorry.” An actual apology followed seconds later and you could hear that his heart and mind racing equally as fast as yours, although he would never admit to it. He was met with silence once again.

“You shouldn't have sent me anything back. I would have deleted everything if you would have just…” He began to explain that he would have never asked this of you, trying his best to be a proper adult here, when in reality he has thought about bending your cute ass over the kitchen counter quite a few times.

Toji can't even deny it at this point. He likes his women a lot younger and you're no exception here, even though his son is your best friend, so what? There was a reason he stopped talking, though, a little whimper on your end caught him off guard.

“Are you fucking getting off to this?” He asked, but it sounded more accusatory, although you can hear his smirk, you know him well enough that you know that he's just trying to be that stern adult when in reality he likes to think with that big cock of his.

Get a grip. She is young enough to be your fucking daughter. Toji tried to hold himself back, but at this point it was like a tightly coiled spring, the more pressure applied, the more inevitable he would snap - so he chuckled.

His chuckle sounded almost mocking, but it turned you on even more. The fact that he could hear just how pathetic you were, how desperately you craved him to stretch you open on his cock and fuck you until you could neither sit nor walk comfortably for the next days to come. Two of your fingers slipped into your dripping pussy once again, a silent gasp escaping you at the light stretch.

“You thinkin’ of my fingers fucking you, bunny?” He mused out and you heard a lid click shut on his line, followed by a small hiss. The lube felt like fucking ice against his rock hard length, but he needed it, wanting to imagine your little cunt wrapped around him and not his shitty hands. You mewled in reply, but it wasn't good enough for him.

“Use your words, baby. Tell me what you thinkin’ of,” his voice sounded raw, the hunger for you dripped off of every word, and you could already feel your walls flutter. The sheer perversion and the taboo of this alone were enough to have you on edge, but the way he talked to you drove you to the brink of insanity.

“Y-yes,” you whimpered and your voice cracked in such an embarrassing way, but you couldn't bring yourself to care.

Toji could hear how needy you were for him - not knowing if you've ever been fucked properly or if your fingers were all that your cunt ever got stuffed with - he took pity on your whining self.

“Come for me, baby, let me hear you,” he encouraged you to finally cave in, to let the knot that has formed in your tummy snap. Heaven knows he was just as close with how desperate you were for him, whining his name so sweetly as you came around your little fingers. He could practically see it, your toes curling and your mouth hung open as you tried to close your thighs, fingers still curling by the sound and he wanted nothing more than to have you clench around his cock like that - you'd grip him like a vice and he would never let you go until you're dripping with his cum and -

“Fuck-” Toji’s chest rumbled with a groan as he painted his defined abs with small shots of ivory, a few drops running down his hand as he squeezed his sensitive tip a little harder than necessary just for it to sting with overstimulation.

There was silence between the two of you for a few minutes, heavy breathing slowly evening out and the haze of hormones wearing off, leaving you to think about what just happened between the both of you.

“Are you okay?” He eventually asked, actually worried that you might regret this.

“Hmm, yeah,” you whisper softly, and it felt like a whole entire mountain fell off his chest.

“Do you… regret it, doll?” He proceeded to ask you as he wiped the cum away with the discarded T-shirt before tossing it to the ground.

“Not really,” you giggle softly and shake your head. “I just regret that it wasn't actually your fingers,” you sound teasing with an edge of sincerity and it was a breath of fresh air to him. He never thought you would be this naughty.

“Naughty… Perhaps I can change that next time I drive you home,” he mused, letting you know that this won't ever happen in his home.

“Yeah… let's not tell Megs anything about that, okay?” You ask shy, the guilt was slowly eating you alive from keeping such a secret, but Megumi wouldn't like it much to know that you're fucking his dad. He would probably never speak to you again should he find out.

“That boy won't find it out from me anyway,” Toji reassured you, never telling his son anything about his love life to begin with - let alone about the women he ends up in bed with.

“But who knows. Perhaps I'll have you as a dessert one day. You just gotta be real quiet, he muses, the playfulness practically dripping from his voice and you rubbed your thighs together.

“Don't say that, Mr. Fushiguro. I might hold you to it,” you chuckle as your finger gently glides over your slick folds once again.

“Maybe you can tell me about all the things you intend to do to me.”...

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Love you sooooo much! Hope that you get to snuggle up with the softest blankets

Thank you baby! I love you!

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Soooooooooo

How about them SPARDA twins

Tell me, does Vergil shy away at the idea of using sex toys or does he enjoy the way you squirm when he uses them on you?

Does Dante like to take things slow at times? He can be sloppy and clumsy and eager but does he sometimes just want to stay in the moment and make love

OH! THE SPARDA TWINS, HUH???

Vergil would shy away from the idea of sex toys at first. It just makes him a little shy, but if you ease him into it he comes to love the way you react to it.

Dante definitely likes to take his time and make love. He's a little shy about it, but he just wants to hold you close and move slowly with you. He'll give you a ton of kisses.

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OKAY OKAY! I want your opinions on Kittan, Simon, Viral, and Kamina...What are their dicks like? Size? Hair? Color? Do they leak a lot?

2025 IS THE FUCKING GURREN LAGAAN YEAR

Kittan: he's got a HUGE dick. It's actually kind of scary. It's a nice tan color with a cute red tip. He's got a nice bush to match as well, but he's kind of good to keep it clean ya know? He leaks a fair amount actually and if you dare say anything about it, he will get so fucking flustered.

Simon: Simon has a very sizeable cock. It's long and has a nice girth. But it's not like too much. Curves a bit upward. And the tip is pink. Simon leaks A LOT. He can't help it. He's soooo bashful about it. He's got a little body hair but nothing crazy.

Viral: Viral has a long cock. It's long. Leaks a lot. Especially when he's in heat. And he's got a white bush to go with it. Body hair is pretty crazy and he doesn't always keep it tamed. Cock is around 8 to 9 inches long. He gets hard super quick too.

Kamina my babyyyy: sorry but I'm biased AF. Kamina has the best. Most perfect. Curved slightly. Pretty pink tip that leaks a good amount. Probably around 7 to 8 inches in length. An amazing girth. And his bush is cute and blue and he definitely doesn't trim it as much as he should. But he will if you ask him to!

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Okay I wanna know what your thoughts...

Realistically what is Simon(from Gurren Lagann) like in bed? I imagine he must be shy at first...or is he super confident?

What about Kittan? I feel like he's soooo into dirty talk!

And of course Kamina...Kamina is definitely heartfelt AF in bed

I think Simon would be very shy at first, really gentle and sweet. But he definitely can get cocky and confident after a while.

Kittan is definitely cocky, as he fucking should be. You can not convince me that he's not packing.

Kamina is really heartfelt, and surprisingly a little shy. He's pretty tender with you.

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My man 🥴

Missed drawing Enji!