#Yuki babe you need to breathe

[kurooh]

DOUBLE FANTASY ★ JUJUTSU KAISEN

⊹₊˚. featuring threesomes with gojo satoru + geto suguru, nanami kento + higuruma hiromi, shiu kong + fushiguro toji, tsukumo yuki + kamo choso.

warnings. 18+ content — mdni, f! reader, threesomes, oral [m&f rec], spit roasting, double penetration, some degradation, choking, rough sex, squirting, sharing a cigarette, spit, clit slaps. | 4.5K words of FILTH

xoxo, juno. comment & rb if you enjoyed <3 !

GOJO & GETO.

perhaps letting your two roommates take care of you after a messy breakup wasn’t a good idea—or is it? less than an hour ago, you’d come home sobbing, cheeks wet with tears and eyes puffy.

satoru and suguru had pulled you into a tight hug, internally thankful you’d broken things off with that asshole (they’d hated when he would come around) but also sympathetic towards you. it was a tough choice, which was then promptly celebrated over margaritas and shots on the couch. one thing led to another, and before you knew it, you were pressed flush against suguru’s strong chest, body sweltering with need hotter than a fire.

“s-sugu, i don’t think you can both fit inside.”

“not with that attitude, sweetheart,” suguru murmurs, hands settling on your hips as he places a small kiss to your cheek. “come now, anything’s possible if you believe in it.”

“bleh, you sound like confucius,” satoru fake gags dramatically, lining his cock up with his best friend’s. their sticky tips prod at your folds, and your heart races faster, rattling around in your ribcage so loudly you can hear it in your ears. although you’re a little nervous, the alcohol you’ve had helps to take the edge away; you impatiently wiggle your hips forward.

“i’m sorry . . ? do you even know who confucius is?” suguru asks incredulously, flicking his bangs to the side with a jerk of his head.

“i’ve seen you read enough of—”

“don’t do this right now,” you plead, voice whiny. “just fuck me already.”

“now, honey. you’ll have plenty of time to slut yourself out for us, don’t you worry.”

“nah, she’s right,” satoru quips, wrapping his hand around their cocks. suguru inhales sharply, unintentionally jerking his hips forward for more. “you ready for us, babe?”

you nod weakly, and the three of you moan in unison as satoru pushes their cocks inside you. it’s slow at first, but the stretch is one that you’ll remember for a lifetime—the burn of being split open on two cocks melts into something euphoric as each inch passes your entrance. satoru groans hungrily, his head falling back. snowy tufts of hair obscure his diamond blue eyes that he tightly squeezes shut, and a huff of breath leaves his lips.

suguru kisses your jaw, fingers trailing along the slopes of your body before finally sweeping over the delicate skin of your throat. you breath hitches when he whispers into your ear: “we’d always hear you begging to be choked harder. don’t you remember that, satoru?”

“hngh, yeah,” he swallows hard at the memory—he and his best friend always heard everything through those paper thin walls. they’d heard your dissatisfaction and vowed to satiate you someday. “and you’d always be going deeper, deeper!”

your cheeks burn with embarrassment. had your roommates really heard everything? how did they face you so easily in the morning after being kept awake each night?

“we’ll give you everything, sweetheart.”

suguru squeezes your throat experimentally, and the corners of his lips lift when you release a moan you’d been holding back for far too long. he and his best friend slowly start to move, rocking their hips into you and developing a smooth tempo.

“both of you are so fucking big,” you mewl, back bowing off of suguru’s chest. they’re filling you up and stretching you out and just as you think it can’t get any better, satoru’s nimble fingers wander to your clit. he curiously toys with it, eyes darkening lustfully once you react how he’d been hoping you would.

“perfect size just for you,” suguru coos, yanking you down by the throat. “satoru, spank her a little.”

he obliges, reading his best friend’s mind easily—a stinging slap lands on your clit, sending prickling shocks of pleasure through your body. the tips of their cocks kiss your cervix, pushing so deep you can’t seem to breathe. satoru gifts your swollen, sensitive clit with slap after slap; the force behind each one only increases until you’re crying freely.

but you’re not begging him to stop, you’re begging him for more.

“god, i always knew you were a fucking slut,” satoru chokes out, pausing to lick some of your slick off his palm. your stomach flips around at the simple action, something hot flashing through you when he closes his eyes momentarily and savors the taste. “finally . . got you to myself.”

then he looks at suguru, who rolls his eyes. “well, for the most part.”

“no need to sound so excited,” he deadpans, huffing beneath you. “as if you’d fuck any better than that damn ex boyfriend.”

satoru scoffs in disbelief, slapping your clit with renewed strength. his hips are still moving, still burying his cock and suguru’s inside you deeper. they’ve got you entirely stuffed—maybe this would be better than some turkey on thanksgiving. your clit throbs with each punishing slap, but your eyes still roll back each time. while they bicker, your oxygen deprived brain spins with arousal and tipsiness. you shudder, going still and barely even managing to warn them of what’s about to happen.

“fuck, i’m gonna—‘m cumming,” you sob, sounding fragile just before you’re about to break. flashes of heat chase their way through you, until they finally explode out of you, in the form of a soaking orgasm. out of patterned habit, satoru’s palm smacks your puffy clit, which only prolongs your intoxicating high further. the intense contractions inadvertently push their cocks a few inches out of you, and your cum splashes on their skin, eliciting pleased groans from them both.

“baby, did you just—”

“she did, satoru,” suguru confirms, biting back a moan.

“i don’t even—i don’t know what happened,” you pant, hissing when someone’s tip bumps against your twitching clit.

“‘s called squirting,” satoru supplies, entranced as he stares at your messy cunt. a mixture of slick and cum coats your inner thighs, and he can’t help but swipe a finger across your skin and then stick it into his mouth. he releases it with a pop, and eyes suguru knowingly.

his voice is now raspy, thick with desire. “let’s make it happen again, sweetheart. we can take turns, of course. but my face comes before satoru’s.”

NANAMI & HIGURUMA.

the smooth oak wood surface of higuruma’s desk is littered with papers hastily swept to the side, and the fabric of your skirt fans out over a few of them. pens and other stationary supplies are forgotten on the floor, along with your now wrinkled blouse.

“h-holy shit—‘romi, right there! just like that.”

“one can only hope that this’ll be enough luck to carry us through the trial,” higuruma grunts, nails digging crescent shaped indents into the fat of your ass. he’s gripping you tightly, chest heaving rapidly as he vigorously fucks his cock deeper.

“ah, hiromi,” nanami huffs, pushing a few stray hairs away from his forehead. they’d escaped their neatly gelled place on his head when the three of you had rushed into higuruma’s office to discuss the final procedures before your trial. “don’t be a downer . . . this is more than lucky. we’ll win, of course.”

you sob, clawing at higuruma’s shoulders. he’d discarded his suit jacket long ago, carefully folded it on one of his bookshelves so as not to ruin the cuffs and smoothness of the fabric. now, he’s rolled the sleeves of his white shirt all the way up to his elbows, and his loosened black tie swings in your face with each of his thrusts.

“wait, hiromi,” your clammy hand pushes against his stomach insistently, “s-slow down, it’s too much, i—”

higuruma looks toward nanami for instruction, and the latter simply pauses stroking his cock. he stands, pushing back the spinning chair he’d been sitting on, and steps toward the edge of the desk. a sheen of sweat covers your forehead and disrupts the smoothness of your makeup, but nanami doesn’t take much pity on you—instead, he lightly slaps your cheek.

“need me to show you too much, angel?” his voice is low and dark, words laced with a throaty rasp that has your pussy squeezing higuruma’s cock. nanami’s eyebrow raises as he pushes your thighs apart to take a look at the mess between them.

“seems to me like she wants you to,” higuruma nods toward your pussy, then loosens his tie and collar further. “after my turn, of course.”

nanami grunts in agreement, settling on the edge of the desk beside your head instead of the chair. the desk creaks weakly from the newly added weight, and for a moment the idea of it collapsing beneath the three of you crosses your mind. higuruma snaps his hips forward, unconsciously licking the sweat away from his upper lip when he starts up.

your hand lamely pushes against his stomach again, but he shakes his head and nanami reacts immediately, intertwining his fingers with yours and slamming your hand down on the wood. whimpers leave your lips and the air is punched out of your lungs with each of higuruma’s strong thrusts; he’s so deep you can practically feel him in your chest.

“ken, i need—my clit,” you gasp, back bowing off the desk fruitlessly. your hips twist and jerk away from higuruma’s cock, for fear of being split open. “touch my clit, i need to cum—”

nanami slaps your cheek again, and your eyes roll back at the penalizing sting. “hiromi, you hear that? she wants to cum.” he mocks your words, then turns back to you, hazel eyes burning holes into your own. “and how do good girls ask to cum, baby? certainly not the way you just did.”

“‘m sorry,” you mewl, and higuruma slaps your clit and makes you shudder. “p-please, i wanna cum for you—i’ve been a good girl!”

“hm, hiromi? you think she’s been a good girl?”

you look up at higuruma pleadingly, tears gathered in your lashes and sparkling in the light. you’ve got that blissed out and dumb look on your face, completely at peace with being thrown around and shared between them.

“sluts take it,” he groans, teeth sinking into his lower lip hard. he yanks your body closer, further bullying his cock inside you. “‘nd you’ve been running from me—isn’t that right, babygirl?”

nanami clicks his tongue, and pinches one of your hardened nipples between his fingers. he looks down at you nicely, cheeks pink and hair mussed.

“maybe i’ll let you cum when it’s my turn,” he huffs, a small smile playing on his lips when you weakly moan his name as if he’ll give you permission. “for now, you’ll have to beg. now, go on and open wide, baby.”

the moment your lips part, nanami spits onto your tongue; he watches you expectantly and nodding in acceptance when you swallow, drunk on the taste of his peppermint gum.

“that’s right,” higuruma backs him up, looking down his nose at you expectantly. “speak now or forever hold your orgasm, sweetheart.”

TOJI & SHIU.

“so, princess, still up for lunch later?” shiu grunts around a chuckle, passing the lit cigarette to toji. the latter accepts it with a scoff, rolling his jade green eyes as he sticks it between his lips.

“yes,” you and toji answer at the same time, but your voice is muffled on shiu’s cock.

toji gifts your ass with a slap and exhales the smoke, handing the cigarette back to shiu with a glare. his once stagnant hips begin to move again, almost as if he’s rejuvenated from his little smoke break. shiu only laughs, cupping the crown of your head in order to ease his cock further down your throat.

“i’m surprised you’ve got the money for that, toji,” shiu teases, exhaling sharply when the tip of his cock bumps into your uvula and makes you gag. your throat constricts around his length and you let out a muffled whine in reaction to the stretch.

“you crazy or sum’n?” toji snaps, choosing to argue with his best friend while he’s balls deep inside you. his harsh thrusts make your pussy squelch, and shiu’s cum from earlier spills out onto the bedsheets below. “of course i’ve got the fuckin’ money for lunch, but you’re gonna be the one paying, dumbass.”

his fingers find your swollen clit and he pinches it, making you gasp around shiu’s cock. you choke, gagging so hard tears pool in your eyes—shiu strokes your head comfortingly as you pull off his cock, coughing hard.

“you okay, babygirl?” and he looks at toji disapprovingly, but he only continues to fuck you. the blunt head of his cock kisses your cervix lightly with each thrust, and when he feels like he’s not going deep enough, he lifts your hips to pull you back. “toji, that was mean.”

“mean . . ? shiu, my girl can fuckin’ handle it. ain’t that right, baby?” he looks to you for confirmation, quirking a brow while the scarred corner of his lip curves into a smirk.

this whole mess had started when you’d spent a night in with toji, watching movies and taking shots every now and then. you’d gotten drunk, swaying on your feet and giggling as you’d pointed to the tv screen dazedly.

“oh, toji, look! that guy looks like shiu!”

he could see the resemblance, and grunted, “damn, he does. ugly just like him too.”

“shiu isn’t ugly!” you jumped up drunkenly to defend his best friend’s appearance, waving your arms around dramatically. “he’s very good looking, actually.”

“oh, really? he doesn’t have any muscle, though.”

“toji, don’t be silly,” you laughed at your boyfriend, “‘course he does, it’s just under all those clothes of his. if he took ‘em off, you’d know what i mean!”

“so you got a crush on shiu?” toji asked in disbelief, his cheeks flaring a deeper pink as he took another vodka shot. “aw, i should let him know.”

one thing led to another, and shiu had come over for breakfast. then your little crush had gotten out, and a bet was placed—who could fuck you better? the condition for the loser was then set in place: whoever lost would buy lunch for the three of you without question.

“y-yeah, toji,” you mumble, forehead pressing into shiu’s pelvis weakly. he’d been the first to fuck you, and now it’s toji’s turn with your pussy—you’re sure you won’t walk smoothly ever again.

“can’t hear you,” toji taunts, lifting your hips and yanking you back onto his cock. the new angle forces him deeper, stretching your cunt out even further. “wanna repeat that for me, doll?”

“ngh, f-fuck,” you moan, eyes rolling back. his cock slams into that sweet, sensitive spot that’s deep inside you, and the tears that had been building in your eyes finally pour down your cheeks. the mascara and eye makeup you’d worn for the breakfast smears against shiu’s skin and makes messy tracks down your face. he curiously slips a finger beneath your chin to make you look up at him.

“aw, baby. i really can’t wait to hear who fucked you better . . . my back certainly wasn’t cracking as much as his is.”

“shut it, shiu,” toji groans, savoring the broken moans that freely leave your lips—gasping ah’s and whines that you couldn’t stop even if you wanted to. “hand me the fuckin’ cig.”

shiu obliges, chuckling softly when he notices you pawing around his thighs in search of his cock. you whimper when you finally get his tip back in your mouth (with his guidance), slowly taking him in inch by inch. he groans, tossing his head back when he finally bumps into the back of your throat.

“m-mind if i fuck your mouth, doll face?” he asks, thighs twitching expectantly. a vein in toji’s forehead bulges at the way he steals his pet name for you.

you shake your head shyly, blinking slowly while toji fucks every single thought out of your head. he’s deliberately holding himself back so you’ll go dumb on his cock, unable to scream anything but his name. yes, this is how he’ll show shiu who can fuck—show him that you’re his girl, his doll face.

tendrils of smoke waft over your break before dissipating in the air as if they were never there. you shudder as toji’s fingers reach your clit, rubbing sloppy circles on the sensitive nub even though your hips rear away. you still haven’t recovered from the overstimulation shiu caused with both his tongue and fingers, but that’s okay. he’ll have you cumming on his cock regardless.

with a deep groan, shiu cups the back of your head to keep you steady, and he shoves his hips forward, his cock slamming far down your throat. you gag, but he’s merciless—doesn’t give you more than a second to breathe before he’s at it again, setting a brutal pace that matches toji’s.

“ugh, fuck—want ya to cum on this cock for me, doll,” he groans, starting to slap his fingers against your clit. your legs kick out in reaction, and you hump your hips back against his hand. toji’s fucked you so hard you can’t even feel shiu’s cum dripping out of you anymore; he’s seconds away from replacing it with his own thick load and having you hold it inside you during lunch.

you nod dumbly on shiu’s cock, starting to sob louder as your own orgasm hurtles toward you. the high is absolutely inescapable, and your watery eyes meet shiu’s when you tip your head up. to the best of his abilities, he’s sweetly talking you through it, his words jumbled although you manage to hear a few clearly.

“how ‘bout we all cum together?” he suggests, wiping a stray tear from your face with the pad of his thumb as if he wasn’t the one that caused it.

“whatever, just as long she does first,” toji warns, his husky voice carrying a tenderness that only you can hear. “got that, shiu?”

like a cheshire cat, he smiles in response, sticking the worn down cigarette between his lips. he takes a drag and thrusts as deeply as he can go before holding your head down at his pelvis. you can hear his quiet moan beneath the clapping of skin against skin and all the other noise; his cock shoots ribbons of white down your throat and he shudders when you swallow it all eagerly, looking up at him for more.

toji throbs against your cervix, and he grabs your asscheek in one of his hands to tug and slap at. “‘m gonna cum, shit . . . wouldn’t ever wanna cum outside of this pretty pussy.”

his fingers work your clit until you’re arching your back and crying out, gushing on toji’s cock with no end in sight. wetness sprays against his pelvis and abs, and he groans, fucking you through it.

“such a mess, doll,” he groans, slipping a hand around your throat and pulling you off shiu’s cock. he instead pins you against his muscular chest, looking over your shoulder through hooded eyes at shiu, who hasn’t gone soft yet. “fuckin’ love it, though.”

toji places a few wet kisses to your neck, moving close to your ear. “so, doll face? where’s lunch gonna be? shiu’s treat, of course.”

YUKI & CHOSO.

“c’mon, you don’t really plan to just sit and watch us, do you?” yuki pushes her blonde bangs away from her forehead with an enchanting smile playing on her lips. she playfully tilts her head to the side, eyeing choso and his seated form.

“well, i . . . you said you’d teach me,” he offers lamely, his reddened cheeks only darkening. he catches your eyes on him too and awkwardly crosses his legs, trying to hide the tent in his pants.

when you’d finally had enough of your boyfriend’s ineducable inexperience, you’d decided to bite the bullet and ask your best friend. yuki had been receptive from the start, her eyes gleaming while you’d explained the situation to a willing choso.

“oh, you won’t learn anything from over there,” she laughs, waving him over to the empty space beside her on the bed. “y’know, sex is pretty hands on.”

choso settles beside her, and the bedframe creaks as it accommodates the new weight. his fingers are trembling as they brush over the tender skin of your inner thighs, and his eyes widen when they come close to your dripping pussy. slick is smeared all over your skin and shining in the low light, utterly enticing to the both of them.

yuki spreads your legs further, and you draw in a sharp breath, lower lip slipping between your teeth.

“come closer,” she coos, pointing at your clit with a smirk. “that’s her clit . . . ‘s the secret to the female orgasm, choso. go on, give her a lick.”

without question, choso adjusts himself so he’s on his stomach, and he experimentally licks your clit. his silky tongue is flexed and nervous, dipping down further to taste the wetness trickling from your slit.

“f-fuck, choso,” you cry, insides lurching deliciously at the feeling. one look at yuki—her cheeks are colored pink, tongue unconsciously darting out occasionally to sweep over her lower lip—and another at choso, whose movements are gradually becoming more insistent, has a sweltering heat coiling deep in your stomach.

your hips jerk forward, pelvic bone nearly nailing him in the bridge of his nose, and choso’s head rears back in concern. “‘m sorry, are you—”

“our girl’s loving it,” yuki hisses, not even missing a beat as she cups the crown of his head, manicured nails digging into your boyfriend’s scalp as she forces his head back down. he doesn’t resist, letting out a muffled moan when his face lands directly in your pussy. slick smears across the lower half of his face and he feels the saliva pool on his tongue from how hungry he is.

choso’s nose bumps into your swollen clit, and a pitched whine tears from your throat. “need—i need more, please,” yuki settles onto her stomach beside choso, palm leaving his head. her fingers impatiently push past his chin, stroking lightly against your dripping pussy, and she quietly moans in delight.

you watch slack jawed as yuki pushes her fingers into her mouth, and her eyes squeeze shut. her hips grind against the bed, sheets rustling softly beneath her body. choso’s too caught up to notice, dark strands of hair sticking to his sweaty forehead.

“cho—ah, shit—use your fingers, baby.”

your boyfriend obliges obediently, carefully pushing his fingers inside you and tugging back to let yuki take over with her mouth.

that heat inside you ignites into an inferno the second her mouth finds your clit. her lips lightly wrap around it and her tongue sweeps over the swollen bud; to tease you a little further, she lets her teeth occasionally nibble at it.

“this what you wanted?” choso pants, voice lilting curiously as his eyes rake over your body. he’s always been rather shameless when it comes to looking you over, but after this, he’ll finally be able to back it up with a hundred percent. the heave of your chest and parting of your bitten lips is enough of an answer, but he wants to hear it from you. his fingers curl inside you, pressing into a spot that scratches the unbearable itch in your brain perfectly.

“y-yes, cho!” and you’ve got stars in your eyes, feeling an unfamiliar pressure straining in your lower abdomen. “wanna—wanna cum on your face, please.”

“you heard her,” yuki quirks a brow, thumb working your clit in place of her tongue. she’s got a wildness in her eyes, with the lower half of her face sticky like choso’s. “let’s make our pretty girl cum together, hm?”

choso flushes all the way to his neck but nods, his two fingers pushing deeply over and over. a small sting accommodates the stretch, but is quickly forgotten when their faces push against one another’s in their rush for a taste. your slick is sweet like ambrosia, and they’re far too greedy to take turns with your cunt.

your clammy fingers push into yuki’s flowing tresses, while your other hand cups the crown of choso’s head and pushes him impossibly closer. her moans are softer than his as she finds your clit again, licking desperately, almost as if she’s begging you to cum.

meanwhile, choso places a hand above your pelvic bone, palm pressing into the soft skin—you’d mentioned that fingering wasn’t fingering without that small detail and he hasn’t forgotten it since—and it’s becoming difficult to breathe without panting. whiny moans fill the spaces in between your babbled words of bliss, and yuki knows that she won’t be able to get enough of you once this is over.

“ooh, fuck,” you sob, nearly choking on your words when your back uncontrollably arches off the bed. your fingers tighten in her hair and your nails scratch against choso’s scalp, making a mess of his once neatly tied buns. “yuki, ‘m so close, can’t hold it—”

she’d known what had been coming the moment you’d asked for choso’s fingers. she’s unable to stop herself from smiling against your clit, and choso’s tongue bumps into her own as he fights for a piece of you too. he’d initially been all for this so he could learn how to make you tick, what you really meant when you’d beg for his mouth.

his skin is hot as it pushes against hers, their cheeks puffing up a little as they fight for dominance over your clit. they’re shaking their heads all too much, and choso’s grunting while yuki does too, sending vibrations through your already sensitive clit. that pressure burns through your body, and your legs begin to tremble on either side of them as it grows more intense.

“hmph—cum for us, pretty girl.”

similarly, choso tugs away for a moment and lets out a huff, pressing down hard while his fingertips push into your sweet spot, “let us taste it, baby.”

their simple words do the trick, and with a gasp, your pussy begins to gush waterfalls right onto their faces. yuki eagerly slurps up the slick and cum from your cunt, with no regard for the way it’s still fluttering sensitively. choso barely gets a taste, only getting the tip of his tongue wet, and he pulls back with an annoyed scoff.

“yuki, that’s—”

“y-yuki!” you interrupt, voice breaking as you pathetically try to writhe away from her. with choso sitting back, she’s able to grab you by the hips and drag you close, insistently licking you through the dizzying high. “‘s too much, wait—choso!”

“yuki,” he scolds with a shake of his head, but makes no move to pull her away. honestly, if he tried, he wouldn’t be able to. “that’s no fair, i didn’t even get a taste. and she’s my girl.” choso’s words are pointed and a little whiny, and yuki just rolls her eyes.

“then come here ‘n try again. just look at her, she’s dying for more . . aren’t ya, pretty?”

[arieslost]

quiet | op81

oscar piastri x fem!reader

summary: oscar is quiet in the ways he loves you.

word count: 1,620

warnings: disgusting levels of fluff

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– the sidewalk rule

You don’t even have to explain this to Oscar. In fact, he’s done it every single time the two of you walk together. You really don’t even notice until you see something on TikTok about it and think it would be fun to pay attention and see if he did it or not without you saying anything.

“Wanna go for a walk?” You ask him casually, and he nods, reaching for his sneakers.

Exercise tends to be the bane of your existence, a la Yuki Tsunoda, but you love to walk, and Oscar loves to walk with you. So whenever you ask him to go for a walk, no matter what he’s doing or how he’s feeling, he’ll always drop everything to go with you.

He holds the door open for you to go out first. “What kind of walk are you thinking, babe?”

“Mm, probably a longer one. It’s pretty nice out today.” You say, taking a deep breath of the fresh air. It feels so nice after being cooped up inside working for most of the day.

Lacing your fingers with his, you purposely place yourself on the outside of the sidewalk, but you don’t make it more than fifteen feet before Oscar stops both of you so abruptly that you nearly fall backwards.

“What? What’s wrong?” You ask your boyfriend, who is frowning.

“This is not right,” he mumbles, gently grabbing you by your shoulders and maneuvering you to the inside of the sidewalk. “You walk there. I walk here.”

“Why?” You feign innocence.

“I protect you,” he says, like it’s obvious. “I’m always on the outside to protect you.”

He says it with such conviction that you don’t bother telling him that you did it on purpose because you saw a TikTok. Instead, you press a kiss to his cheek, take his hand again, and go on your way on the proper side of the sidewalk.

– fixing your clothes

Sometimes, you think that Oscar is more attentive to you than you are to yourself. It’s like he’s gained a sixth sense dedicated entirely to you. This applies to microexpressions, body language, even when your clothes are even the tiniest bit askew.

You’re five minutes late to a work meeting, you can’t find your shoes, and you haven’t even left yet. Oscar watches you rush around the apartment, holding your bag and your keys in his hand so you don’t have to go looking for those either.

“I’m so fired after this,” you huff, forcing your feet into your shoes that you finally located and wincing when your fingers get stuck between your heel and the shoe.

“You won’t get fired,” he says gently. “This is the first time you’ve ever been late, and you’re a fantastic employee. I’m sure they’ll be understanding.”

“They’d better be, I need this job.” You mutter, shoving your arms into your jacket and buttoning it at the speed of light.

“You don’t need a job, I can take care of you.”

“Nice try, Osc. We’ve talked about this, I’m not going to be your sugar baby.”

“Trophy wife?”

You glare at him playfully. “I’ll see you later. Or in an hour, if I get fired.”

“You won’t get fired,” he repeats as you take your bag and keys from him. “Oh, wait a second!”

You pause as he reaches for you, undoing the uneven buttons courtesy of your hastiness and deftly buttoning them back up the right way. “There y’go, have a good day, honey.” He gives you a kiss and opens the door for you.

A few days later, Oscar comes home to see that his favorite hoodie is missing. He walks into the living room, where you’re curled up on the couch taking a nap, wearing the hoodie in question. He sits at your side, brushing your hair away from your face, and that’s when he notices that one of the drawstrings is tucked back behind your neck into the hoodie. It doesn’t look like it’s causing you any discomfort, since you’re asleep, but regardless he immediately starts to tug on it. You stir, and he freezes.

“No, don’t wake up,” he whispers. “Just fixing this for you.”

“M’kay, thanks Osc,” you reply, wrapping a hand around his wrist. “Cuddle me.”

“Baby, I just got home from work, I’m sweaty-”

“Don’t care,” you grumble, reaching for him when he stands up and causing the hoodie to ride up over your stomach. “Miss you. Cuddle me.”

“Let me shower quick, and then I’m all yours, okay?” He pulls the hem of the hoodie down as he leans over and kisses your forehead.

You twiddle the drawstring that he fixed between your fingers as you wait for him, thinking about how sweet he is to pay such close attention to you all the time.

– watching your favorite movies with you

Nobody is perfect, and in your eyes, Oscar’s only imperfection is that he’s never seen Star Wars. As a life-long, diehard fan, you decided to wait until you’d been with him for a few months to introduce him to that side of you and invite him over for a Star Wars marathon.

“I hope these live up to the hype,” Oscar teases, surveying the way you’ve decorated the entire living area with Star Wars paraphernalia, prepared Star Wars inspired snacks, and just laid a Star Wars blanket across the both of you.

“Are you joking? It will be everything I say it is and more, now be quiet.” You shush him as the main theme begins.

You peek over at him over and over throughout every movie, almost watching him more than the films to see how he reacts to every little moment. You start to watch him more intensely during Revenge of The Sith, but ultimately your focus goes back to the movie when Padme arrives on Mustafar to confront Anakin, Obi-Wan secretly in tow.

Oscar’s enjoying the movies, of course, but even without seeing them he knows how well you know this upcoming scene. He’s heard you recite it so many times under your breath at various times that he feels like he might be able to surprise you with his minimal well of knowledge within the next few minutes. He grins to himself as the penultimate moment of the scene grows closer and closer and you sit up straight, accidentally knocking his arm off of your shoulders without noticing as you move to the edge of the couch.

“I have brought peace, freedom, justice, and security to my new empire!” Anakin says on screen, and you say the words at the same time.

“Your new empire?” Obi-Wan replies. Oscar mouths the words along with him, gathering up his nerve.

“Don’t make me kill you,” you and Anakin warn.

“Anakin, my allegiance is to the Republic, to democracy!” Oscar exclaims, getting a little ahead of Obi-Wan in his enthusiasm.

“If you’re not with me,” you and Anakin say as you slowly turn to face your boyfriend, “then you’re my enemy.”

“Only a Sith deals in absolutes.” Oscar and Obi-Wan reply evenly, Oscar unable to hide the smile on his face at your barely contained excitement. “I will do what I must.”

“You will try.” Only Anakin says this final line, because you launch yourself at Oscar and bear hug him.

“You knew the lines! You did so well!” You cheer, kissing his head, his temple, his cheeks.

“You say them all in your sleep, that’s how I knew,” Oscar says, flushed from your sudden onslaught of affection.

“I do not!” He gives you a look. “Okay, I wouldn’t be surprised if I did, but still! You knew! I can’t believe- oh, wait, shh!” You shush him again, even though you’re the one talking. “Pay attention, this part is so good.”

Oscar’s smile doesn’t fade for the rest of the night as he pulls you back into his side, knowing that while this is the first, it definitely isn’t the last time he’s watching these movies with you.

– nose kisses

Oscar is the first and only person to kiss you on the nose, and you’re glad. It’s become such an Oscar thing that if anyone else did it you’d feel wrong.

The first time he did it had been a complete accident– all the lights were off already, you were both exhausted, and he was just trying to give you a goodnight kiss, but completely overshot your lips and ended up getting your nose instead.

“I’m too tired to apologize, I’ll do it in the morning,” he grumbled, and you had simply snuggled closer to him.

“S’alright, I liked it.”

After that it became the place he kissed you the most. He gives you a nose kiss first thing in the morning and last thing at night. At this point, he kisses your nose more than anywhere else, including your lips. You ask him for a kiss, and he kisses your nose.

“A real kiss,” you whine, and he furrows his eyebrows at you.

“That was a real kiss.”

“On the lips, like a normal person, please.”

Oscar crosses his arms over his chest. “Now hold on, I thought you said you liked it.”

“I do!” You protest. “It’s very sweet, but sometimes I want to actually kiss my boyfriend.”

He gives in easily, but the nose kisses are never ending. Posing for a picture? He wants to kiss your nose. Saying goodbye? You’re getting a nose kiss. He’s about to get in the car to race? He’s kissing your nose before he puts his helmet on.

While you love getting “real” kisses, Oscar’s nose kisses are more precious to you than any other kind of kiss.

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[thehusbandoden]

'Us Time' -Dad!Todoroki Shoto x Mom!Reader

A/n: once again I have no freaking clue what to do for the title. I meant to make y/n and Shoto stressed out and stiuff but it's just fluff :)

A/n 2: this is a bit old but decided to finally post it.

General info:

Genre: fluff/ slice of life // wc: 854

Summary: Shoto is tired of barely having any time with you, so he proposes an idea to get you for himself for an entire week.

"Mama! Mama!"

A voice called, causing you to groan.

"Mama~ it's light outside! Up time!"

Rubbing your eyes, you squint to see your four and a half year old jumping at the side of your bed, h/c locks bouncing up and down.

"C'mhere baby, it's still time to sleep some more." You yawn, reaching your arms out to your youngest.

"No! Sister and brother are up!"

"Oh- are they really?"

"Mhm! Sister says come get you!"

Sighing, you squeeze Shoto's arm that was wrapped around you, trying to let him let go.

"C'mon Sho, the kids need me." You whisper, turning around to play with his mismatched hair.

Whining at the thought of letting you go, Shoto hugged you tightly before slipping his arms down to his side.

"Aki, why don't you go snuggle dada while I go get your siblings ready?" You ask, kissing Shoto's forehead before sliding out of bed, picking Aki up.

Giggling, Aki gave you a kiss on the cheek before hurrying to crawl next to her dad, making him smile warmly.

"I love you both!" You call, already heading towards your twins' rooms.

"Yuki, honey? Are you up?"

Sofltly knocking on the door, you open it to see her room empty.

Assuming that both of them were awake, you wandered to the living room, where they were fighting.

"No! We can not wake up mom! She stayed up late last night!" Daiki whisper-shouted, grey eyes glaring at his twin sister, Yuki.

"But I'm hungry, and we have school today! She can nap when we go to school!" Yuki bit back, face as neutral as her dad's despite her harsh words.

"N-"

"Shhh it's okay, Daiki." You comfort, wrapping your eldest in a hug, petting his head to help soothe him. "You're sweet, but Yuki's right. I need to be awake to take care of you two."

"Bu-"

"No buts! I love taking care of you. If you didn't wake me up I'd be sad that you had to do it all on your own."

"Yuki, thank you for having Aki wake me up."

Yuki simply shrugged, back to her I-don't-care demeanor inherited from her dad. Just like Shoto, you knew that she did care, but she just hid the majority of her emotions. Luckily you had enough experience with Shoto that you knew how and when she needed you, and you were always ready to support her.

"Okay, who's ready for breakfast?" You smile, causing Daiki to smile back at you and Yuki's e/c eyes to shine a bit brighter.

~

"Love, do you know where my boots are?" Shoto called, causing you to roll your eyes fondly.

"Yeah, they're in our closet! If they're not there check in Aki's!"

"Thanks babe." Shoto smiled, walking over to you to press a kiss to your temple, hand resting on your hip.

"Mhm" you purr, leaning into your husband's touch.

"What do you think about a vacation?" Shoto mused, leaning down to pull on his hero boots.

"That won't really work with the twins schedule for anther few months-"

"I meant for the two of us."

Your breath caught in your throat as Shoto wrapped you in an embrace from behind, pressing a few kisses against your shoulder blades and neck.

"What abou-"

"Fuyumi or mom can take care of the kids. We haven't had us time in months, I miss you."

"I- I don't know Shoto.. that seems like a lot to ask. Plus what about work?"

"Those are just minor details, Love. Do you want to take a week off with me or not?"

"Of course I do but-"

"Then it's settled, I'll get everything prepared for let's say- next month?"

"Okay but-"

"Love, don't worry about it, and just let me handle it." Shoto purred, spinning you around to face him as he kissed your lips sweetly.

"Okay." You sigh, smiling into the kiss.

"I can't wait to have some us time." Shoto sighed, leaning his forehead on yours. "You've been so busy being an awesome mom and I've been working."

"Mhm, it'll be nice." You sigh, wrapping your arms around Shoto's waist.

"Speaking of-"

"Can you flirt elsewhere? We kinda wanna eat without your lovey dovey stuff going on." Daiki grumbled, hugging Aki close to him to shield her eyes.

"We're just hugging." Shoto chuckles, moving towards his kids with a fondness only you and your little family got to see.

"But-"

"Daiki, you mama needed a hug from her husband. Are you really going to be upset about that?"

Daiki immediately shook his head no, guilt clawing at him for interrupting your comfort.

"I'm sorry mama! Here, my hugs are better than dad's anyways!" Daiki apologized, sticking his tongue out at Shoto before wrapping you in a hug.

"Me too! I wanna hug!" Aki exclaimed, jumping onto Shoto's leg.

Lifting Aki up into his arms, Shoto guided Yuki towards you before enveloping the four of you in a hug, causing you to giggle.

After a minute or so Yuki squirmed away, closely followed by Daiki.

"Mom, you burnt the eggs." Yuki sighed.

"Oh shoot-"

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pour some sugar on me // yuki tsunoda (kinktober day 2!)

summary: a little bit of lavender candle oil and a hot masseur can make a long, gruelling day at work (and some serious back strain) have a very happy ending

pairing: yuki tsunoda x female! reader

prompt: wax play/massage oils

she moaned softly as yukis hands roved over her back, slender thumbs working out the knots in her lower back. she reached back with one hand, gently grasping his hand in hers. she was naked, save for the plush blanket that covered her bottom half, pebbled nipples pressing into the towel they’d put down on the bed.

“how are you doing, pretty girl?”

“good.” she hummed, resting her head against her forearm. “really good. is the candle ready? my shoulders are still really tight and the oil might help.”

“you work too hard. your back always hurts from sitting at a desk all day.”

she snorted, turning her head to face her lover as he stepped towards the nightstand, where the massage oil candle was burning, filling the room with a heady lavender scent.

“i have a desk job, babe. i can’t really control that.”

yuki shook his head, blowing out the candle. “you can take breaks, can you not? stretch your back out, fix your posture.”

“I’ve been trying to fix my posture since I was seventeen.”

"then you need to try a little harder, or you're going to look like esteban." yuki chuckled, straddling her back. he leaned down, kissing the back of her neck softly. "let me know if this is too much. if the oil is too hot, please say something, i don't want to hurt you."

she nodded, brushing her hair over one shoulder "i promise."

yuki tilted the candle, letting the warm lavender oil drip over the spout on the side of the jar, a few droplets falling to his lover's back. she inhaled sharply as the liquid touched her skin, humming in pleasure as yuki gently poured more over her spine.

his hands were warm as he pushed the oil over her back, the gentle, earthy scent filling the room as his fingers worked it into her muscles. she whimpered under his touch, humming and moaning in pleasure at the sensations, the muscles loosening under his fingers.

yuki closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and trying to focus on literally anything else, feeling himself start to grow hard underneath his sweatpants. tonight was supposed to be about her, not him.

“this feels nice.” she hummed. “you always know exactly where the knots are.”

outside she may have been fine, but she was throbbing. after this massage, she was likely going to need another , less holy one. he poured more oil on her lower back, using the heels of his hands to massage it into her muscles. unconsciously, she lifted her body, her ass brushing against yukis crotch.

they both paused, biting back gasps.

Yuki drew back, taking a chance as he pulled back the plush blanket, running his hands over the globes of her ass before leaning down and placing a gentle kiss to her lower back, scrunching up his face at the residual taste of the massage oil.

“you’re fucking stunning, angel.”

he picked up the candle, swishing it around to see if there was any liquid oil still left before he poured some of the rapidly cooling liquid onto his hands, massaging it into the flesh of her ass.

with every touch, squeeze of the flesh or massage-like motion, she could feel herself getting wetter and wetter, small, dainty moans leaving her mouth.

“yuki, baby. please don’t stop.”

“whatever you need, pretty girl. just wanna make you feel good.” he grunted, firmly squeezing one of her ass cheeks. “can I touch you?”

“you’re already touching me.”

he clicked his tongue. “i meant can I put my fingers inside of you? spread that pretty pussy of yours on my fingers?”

“only if you promise it’ll be followed by your cock, because I cannot handle being teased right now.”

and it was true. her breasts were so sensitive that it almost hurt to have them pressed against the mattress, and she was throbbing so much that she was convinced she’d simply ache forever if her doting boyfriend didn’t do anything about it.

yukis fingers brushed up against her slit, evidence of her arousal dripping onto his hand. he groaned, slipping two fingers in. she was so wet that they could both hear the squelching his fingers made as he plunged them in and out of her, fingertips brushing against her spongy walls.

“fuck, yuki. please.” she moaned, rutting back against him. “need more.”

“you’ve already got two fingers, baby.” he cooed, pinching the flesh on her backside. “do you think you’re ready to take my cock? you’ve been dripping all over my fingers, sweet girl.”

“yes, yes I’m ready for your cock!” she practically shouted, whimpering as yuki withdrew his fingers.

he was gentle, maneuvering her body to place a pillow underneath her pelvis (he’d be in charge of making sure the pillowcase made it to the laundry later, and that a matching one was dug out of the linen closet, lest the pillows on the bed not match each other). it was less strain on her already achy back, and it created a much more interesting angle.

she turned her head to try and get a view of her lover as he withdrew his cock from his sweatpants, the tip pink and hard as he ran his thumb over it, shuddering at the contact.

“shit, princess. i can’t wait to get inside of you. you’re always so good for me, so warm and wonderful. so mine.” he praised, running the tip of his cock up and down her pussy lips. she was so wet that he thought he’d get sucked right in.

he tried to ease in slowly; it had been at least a week since they had last properly enjoyed each other, and he didn’t want to push her too far. she gasped as he entered her, fingernails curling around the edge of the pillow under her head.

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you.” yuki encouraged, reaching for her hand. “I’m right here.” he dropped his head, kissing the side of her head. “i love you, darling.”

“i love you, too.” she hummed, resting her head against his.

“let me know when I can move.”

the way his arms rested on either side of her body was comforting, the way his fingers laced through hers to keep her grounded. with every thrust, he hit deeper, her body arching into his.

“fuck, babe. feels so good.” she whined, trying to keep her body steady. “i love your cock.”

“that’s my girl, taking me so well.” yuki cooed, voice breathy in her ear. “so good for me. how’s your back? i take it the pain is gone?” he laughed gently, pressing a kiss to the skin behind her ear.

“i don’t even feel it. if racing doesn’t work out, you should try massage therapy.”

“this treatment plan is only for you, pretty girl.” his thrusts sped up, hips moving faster. she writhed underneath him, providing the perfect opportunity for yuki to take one of her breasts in his hand, loving on it and toying with the mass of flesh in his hand.

“oh, yuki, please keep doing that.”

he tweaked her nipple, lips coming down to kiss her shoulder as he massaged her front, the side of her face pressed into the pillow. her eyes were shut, hair sweaty and matted to her face, juices dripping onto the towel they’d laid down earlier. she could barely form words.

no worries, she had always been on the more quiet side during sex before anyways, as had yuki. they mostly relied on how well they knew each other, non-verbal cues and soft touches.

“how are you feeling, my darling darling girl? are you close? I can feel you squeezing my cock.”

“yeah, yeah, I’m close.” she squealed, nails digging into yukis palm as she reached again for his hand. it was something she needed, that grounding touch. it was almost like she got off on the feeling of being safe and in love and secure with her partner.

“let me take you there, princess. come for me, darling.” he encouraged, lips in her hair as a few beads of sweat dripped down his face. “make me proud, pretty girl.”

she came with a cry, burying her face in the crisp olive sheets. yuki stilled above her, his hips stuttering while the rest of his body remained stationary, painting her walls white.

“I’ve got you, princess. my love, my treasure. my beautiful, smart girl.” he cooed, kissing the back of her hand. “tell me how you feel. what you need.”

she loved how attentive he was. his constant check-ins, his praise. how he was gentle even when he was rougher, how he knew exactly what she needed and when and why.

she sighed, vision hazy as she turned to look at her lover. “tired. worn out. but I’m a good way. I kind of want a shower, and then maybe the heating pad on my back for a bit?”

yuki eased off her, clumsily wiping his dick off in the towel before redressing in his nike sweats. he gently helped her roll over, and then guided her to sit up to they were facing each other.

“of course, love. do you need any help in the shower, or should I get the bed ready?” he kissed her forehead, smoothing her hair behind her ears.

“just get the bed ready. I’m leaving you in charge of picking a movie, and if I fall asleep, you have to tell me what happened.”

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[shiftyyyy]

faggot ewww ewwwwwww ewwwww you smell ewww you like jimboooo ewwwwwwwww wwww

ewwwww alfred brown smells 🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮 hashtag doll eye hate ewwwww mystery looks like ass i bet he smells and his rotting smelly balls smell like ass cheekz like ewww they’re hanging ewwwww old men balls ewwww i also hate your bunniez they smell like baddd ewwww yuki smells so bad she had shit all over her ewwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaa

OKAY NOW DONT START WITH ME YOU SODAPACK SMELLING FREAK. I KNOW I SMELL LIKE JIMBO AND THATS NOT A BAD THING TO ME ATLEAST. SMELLING LIKE SODAPACK IS TERRIBLE BECAUSE THE AMOUNT OF FRUITINESS THEY PROJECT OUT OF THEIR BODYS WHENEVER THEYRE TOGETHER ITS INTOXICATING. YOU NEED TO WEAR SOME KIND OF GAS MASK TO PROTECT YOURSELF FROM THEIR FUMES. THE NATIONAL WEATHER SERVICE HAD TO MAKE A WHOLE NEW WEATHER WARNING BECAUSE PEOPLE COULDNT BREATHE TO THIS NEW GAS CALLED THE GAY AHH LICE INFECTION, AND YOU ARE THE MAIN REASON WHY IT SPREADS SO MUCH, YOU ARE A THREAT TO THIS WHOLE WORLD. YOU AND BOTH OF THOSE FREAKS ARE GONNA BE SENT TO DEATH ROW BECAUSE THE AWFUL TOXIN WHENEVER YOU GUYS AROUND MAKE PEOPLE PERISH IN MID ARE LIKE THE ASH BABY. YOU ARE WORSE THEN DEAD AURA WITH FLIES.

YOURE HATING ON ALFRED YOU FLYING SON OF A GUN. YOU WONT LIKE IT WHEN I GET MY HANDS ONTO YOU, THAT IS IF I CAN EVEN TOUCH YOUR FRUITY SMELLING AHH. IF I THREW AN AXE AT YOUR HEAD THE BLOOD WOULDNT EVEN BE BLOOD. IT WOULD BE LUCKY DAY FOR A KID WHO WANTS A FRUITY FLIPPING SUNDAE OR SOME CRAP. DONT EVEN START WITH MY WIFE NOW I SWEAR TO GOD. I CAN ASURE YOU HIS BALLS ARE JUST FINE. ATLEAST WITH MY WIFE I CAN GET IT AT NIGHT UNLIKE YOU. IM TIRED OF HEARING BRYCE COMPLAIN THAT YOUR 50 INCH SLONG CANT FIT IN THE TOP OF HIS LITTLE BOTTLE HOLE, “s-sorry babe it’s too big for me!!” TALK ABOUT A STINKY LITTLE LOSER. THE ONLY THING MAKING HIM SCREAM IS THE FACT THAT YOULL NEVER BE ABLE TO FIT IT IN. I TRIED TO PRAY TO KAO TO MAKE YOU GUYS STOP THAT NOT EVEN THE PUREST FORM OF HUMANITY CAN STAND SUCH A FRUITY PEBBLE SKITTLE BURST KOOL AID TUME YUMMIE HAWAIIAN PUNCH SMOOTHIE BLAST SMELLING CREATURES LIKE YOU TWO.

YOU BETTER WATCH WATCH YOUR BACK. I SEE ALL. I KNOW ALL. AND THE FACT YOU THINK ITS OKAY TO TALK ABOUT MY BUNNIES LIKE THAT??? BUNNIES ARE SELF CLEANING, THEY CAN ACTUALLY GET ALL THAT GUNK OFF OF THEM THEMSELV— **CoUgh— COUGH—** OH GOD WHATS THAT SMELL??? OH GOD ITS THE FRUITY SMELLING FREAK THAT CANT DO WHAT MY BUNNIES CAN. I BET YOU SAY THAT THEY STINK BECAUSE YOUR JEALOUS. THEY HAVE WHAT YOU DONT. SO YOU GO AND HATE ON MY BABIES FOR THAT? YOU DONT WANNA SEE ME WHEN IM ANGRY. IM FULL OF PURE HATRED AND DESPISE. IM EVIL. NOW BEFORE YOU GO AND HATE ON ME FOR “SMELLING SO BAD” TAKE A GOOD LOOK AT YOURSELF, GO TO A MIRROR. BUT WATCH OUT YOUR AURA MIGHT SHATTER THE GLASS TILL THERES NOTHING LEFT.

GOOD DAY. 😡

[kvrokasaa]

Vulnerable

Cw: panic attack, comfort, gn!reader, no pronouns mentioned, pet names (my love, babe, baby, lmk if I missed anything), a teeny tiny bit of flashbacks, I think that’s it.

I love me some Yukimiya Kenyu

Wc: 594

You laugh at the joke from Yukimiya. He never fails to make you laugh, always putting a smile on your face. That was one of the things he promised you when you first got together.

‘I promise to always make you laugh, your smile is never going to leave your face.’

Of course, sometimes the smile does leave, but that’s life. You both know that. One of those times is when you have a panic attack. Yukimiya knows that you have panic attacks, it was one of the first things you told him in your relationship. But instead of walking out like all your other ex’s, he stayed and promised to always be there when you need him.

A sharp pain throbs in your head. You hiss and lean your head onto your palm. Panic shoots through your body, an anxiety shiver climbs its way up through your body. Sharp pains in your head always happen before a panic attack, so you’re a little worried now.

Yukimiya gives you a worried look, “Are you okay, babe? What is it, what’s wrong?” He makes his way over to your side of the couch and hugs you close to his chest.

It was then that you broke down. Tears gather in your eyes and your legs start to shake. One of the worst things about panic attack; the leg spasms. You clutch onto his shirt as your mind drifts off and thinks of the worst things. You can’t stop it, and even your therapist told you that fighting it will only make it worse. You’re scared but you have to let it pass.

Your vision starts to get foggy—not from your tears but from the hyperventilation. Your breaths come into your body but they barely leave.

A gentle hand soothes its way up and down your back. “Shh, I’m here. I’m right here, my love. Nothings going to happen, I promise.” He doesn’t try to move you in any way, he knows that’ll only make it worse. He simply leans down and kisses the top of your head, “We’re in the present, baby. Not in the past. Don’t let your trauma get to you.”

Yukimiya knows that sometimes he has to point things out, ask if you can see what color the wall is and other shit like that. But right now, he just wants to hold you and let you know that it’s okay.

Your breathing gets worse—you close your eyes, afraid to look around the room. Usually, the sound from other people’s voices, or anything in general, makes your anxiety worse. But Yukimiya’s voice soothes you, makes you feel like everything will be okay.

He lays you down gently and slowly, climbing on top of you when your breathing gets slower. The weight from his body calms you a little more, his heartbeat and warmth remind you that you’re both right here, together. “It’s okay, my love. Everything will be okay.” You nod your head, your mouth too dry to speak.

After a few sniffles, and gentle kisses from Yuki, you calm down. Your mind back to the present and your heartbeat back in a steady rhythm. “I-I’m okay, now.” He knows this already, but he still looks up at you and smiles.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You smile. You both lean in and kiss, his arms tight around your waist.

‘I have anxiety, and it gets really bad. Are you sure you can handle that?’

‘I promise to always help you. I’ll always be there when you need me. Your vulnerability is what I cherish.’

a/n: I had a panic attack earlier n it was bad bruh. Like I was just visiting my grandma bc it’s her bday n I had a panic attack??? Thank god my family knew what to do 😭 also, is it just me or does anyone else get rlly bad cotton mouth when they have panic/anxiety attacks??

[danganronpafan777]

Dra boys x f!reader who asks them "babe i want a baby" and the boys are like shooked

Also i love your writing!

Thank you!! ☺️ Sorry if this imagine came out a bit more serious then comedic though.

Haruhiko Kobashikawa:

Well...

It's been a while since he's had a nosebleed this big

"...Y/n...Wh-What did you just say..?"

He pinches himself to make sure he's not dreaming

He's perverted sure, but for his girlfriend to suddenly say this...

Haru has no idea what he should say or do, just zoning out at your adorable expression. You were serious about this?? Did you wanna... do it right now?? Get down mister-

He briefly excuses himself to wipe his nose and throw some water on his face. When he talks with you again, he's still bright red, confused, and internally screaming. Stammering, he asks you what you meant, and why you brought it up.

He would love to have kids when the two of you are older, but until then, he doesn't think he can handle that kind of responsibility as a high schooler. 

If you simply meant that you wanted to take your relationship to the next level, he wouldn't be opposed in the slightest.

Utsuro:

"...What."

He remains silent as you repeat yourself. You couldn't remember the last time you've seen this much emotion on your boyfriend's face.

His divine luck made life pretty predictable but you were just full of surprises.

You're gonna have to carry the conversation from there, rambling about how babies were cute, and a bunch of other stuff that Utsuro was too distracted to listen to.

Why would you say this? Did his luck do something for this to occur so randomly? Did he want a child!? 

Okay, hell no. Dealing with Akane and void was enough, and he didn't want a biological kid cursed with his luck. When you ask him what he thinks, he's direct and blunt about it. You were one of the few good things he had in the world, but he had his own boundaries in this relationship. You two were high schoolers. 

He might consider adoption when you're older, but not for a while.

In the end, he wills his luck and gets you a puppy instead.

Teruya Otori:

"Wh-Wha...WHAAAAA?!"

He hurts his mouth from opening it so wide, and his face is so red that you could mistake him for a strawberry. He can't form coherent words for a solid minute.

He excuses himself, and isn't sure how he can even look at you without blushing, knowing you actually wanted to have... with him...

He has no idea what to do, asking advice from his dad would be humiliating, and Haru would never let him live this down... 

Teruya ends up being honest with you, that he'd like to have a kid or two, but not until the both of you are at stable points in your careers. He still has to cover his red face a few times in the conversation out of embarrassment. 

He's flattered, happy to know you want a future with him, but he'd prefer to take things slow.

(His Dad would definitely ask for grandchildren when you guys get older though-)

DRA Yuki Maeda:

"H-Huh!? Y-Y/n!? What do you mean!?"

When you repeat the question, he's even more shocked. Yuki takes a deep breath, and tells you that you're both too young. He's still blushing and the idea is sweet, but he didn't think either of you were ready for that kind of responsibility.

Yuki's taken care of a few younger cousins, and isn't bad with kids, but not great either. He treats them well and takes care of them properly, but he's not the highlight of their night. 

He suggests that the two of you adopt a pet after high school, just to see how it goes. He wouldn't mind having a child with you, but he'd constantly worry about being a dad.

(His mother loves the idea of grandchildren though, and will bring it up a lot as he gets older)

Yamato Kisaragi:

"Okay! I'll get you a-...wait WHAT!?"

Considering how much this boy spoils you, the moment you said you wanted something, it was basically yours. 

But he still knew when to put his foot down. 

Yamato's face is pink, and he'll need a moment to gain his composure. He'd like to be a dad one day, preferably to multiple kids, but he was NOT ready for that yet. Gently taking your hands, he tells you that you're both too young, and should focus on your own futures before bringing a child into the picture.

However, he asks Kinji to let you help with the children at the orphanage, and promises to adopt a pet with you after high school.

He thinks about that moment sometimes, and it never fails to bring a giant blush to his face. 

Kakeru Yamaguchi:

"...."

THUD!

You've broken him. The moment his brain processed those words, he was out. He doesn't wake up for a while, and when he does, he's frozen in shock. 

If you repeat what you said, he'll just pass out again. Kanata might have to sedate him...

As for actually having kids, the topic will always fluster him, no matter how old the two of you are. Kakeru would only be comfortable having kids after both of you have finished high school, and he has finished law school and payed off any debt or loans. 

He's hesitant on the idea in general, not sure if he'll make a good father, but he'll eventually give in. 

Kinji Uehara:

"...I'm sorry?"

He can't stop himself from blushing, and he's extremely confused on why you would say that so suddenly-

"Y/n...I'm... not sure where to start..."

He'll bring you somewhere private and talk with you there. He's shocked, sure, but handles the situation maturely. You can't help but tease him a bit as he tries to stop himself from internally freaking out.

Kinji sits the both of you down, and you have a long discussion about intimacy and your plans for the future.

As a devoted priest, he has taken a vow of celibacy, so you shouldn't expect biological children. However, when the two of you are old enough, he'd be more than happy to adopt children with you. 

Mitch Higa:

"I... uhh...where is this coming from?"

Very confused. He'd love to get intimate with you, but he's not sure if he wants kids yet, and definitely not when his soccer career is just beginning. 

The conversation would be awkward, but he'd try to be upfront about it. For the next couple of years, the answer was definitely no, but later on.... He'll think about it.

Over the years, anytime a kid excitedly comes up to him, usually asking for an autograph or picture, he keeps thinking of that moment. 

...And he just can't stop thinking about it.

Initially, he'd like a few sons, but would end up loving any child of his equally regardless of gender. Mitch would love it if they liked soccer, but if not, he'd still love them just as much.

Still, he'd like the two of you to live your lives to the fullest, and not miss out on your youth. 

Tsurugi Kinjo:

"Absolutely not. We're high schoolers."

He shuts it down quick.

It did catch him off guard, but he's fast to respond. He genuinely can't imagine why you think that's a good idea. The two of you had your whole lives ahead of you.

He gives you a stern talking to about the responsibility and impact the child would have on both of your lives, and how the two of you might have to drop out of school to care for it. (Tsurugi definitely refers to babies as "it")

 Honestly, he doesn't even like it when you joke about that kind of thing. He doesn't want to think of a child as an obstacle, but it would greatly interfere with his work.

Not matter your age, Tsurugi would always be hesitant about kids, but if you push enough, he might agree to a child when you're both stable and well into your careers.

[cymraegdragon21]

The Dragon Challenge

Birthday Bash Prompt 7 - Dragons

'I beg your pardon, your majesty?' said Natori in confusion, surely he had misheard.

'Do you wish me to repeat myself?' growled the Cat King.

'Forgive me sire but I thought that you said that you wanted a dragon.' replied Natori.

'That's right Babe.' he grinned.

'But why?' asked his advisor in disbelief.

'I don't have one.' responded the Cat King as if it was the most obvious answer in the word.

Natori stared at him. The king had requested many strange things over the years but this had to be the most obscure.

'I don't think that it will be easy. There are no dragons in the Cat Kingdom.' explained Natori.

'Then we will need to look outside of the kingdom.' grinned the long hair 'I'm the king and everything I want I'll get.'

'Yes sire.' sighed Natori trying to think how this would even be possible. 'It's just that this is a more difficult ask.'

The Cat King sat on his throne stroking his moustache before his grin widened making Natori quake about what idea had entered his head.

'Why don't we make this a challenge for my subjects?' suggested the king 'We'll have to give them some sort of incentive of course. A prize for bravery.'

'Sire it's very dangerous.' gasped his advisor 'Some of them may die!'

'It's a sacrifice I'm willing to make.' he growled 'Now go and start putting the announcement of the challenge together. You're dismissed.'

'Yes your majesty.' sighed Natori before bowing and turning to leave the room.

He pulled the curtain aside and exited the room. He was so distracted by his own thoughts he didn't see the cat coming in the opposite direction and he crashed into them causing him to fall backwards onto the floor. He looked up in surprise to see Prince Lune standing over him looking concerned whilst offering him a paw to help him back up.

'Is everything all right Natori? You seem rather distracted.' asked Lune.

'Apologies your highness. I should have been looking where I was going.' he apologised as he stood up brushing down his robe.

Lune looked over him critically.

'Father has asked you for something ridiculous again, hasn't he.' stated Lune.

Natori looked at him nervously not feeling he could speak so openly in the corridor. Lune understood the look on his father's advisor's face.

'Follow me to my study.' he said before turning around and heading back the way he had come.

'Yes your highness.' responded Natori before following him.

Lune sighed. His father seemed to be falling further into his madness. Whatever next? Catnap a human? Lune ran a paw between his ears in frustration over what Natori had told him. If his father was going to issue such a challenge there wouldn't be anything he could do to stop him. He thought about how his father's history of blowing things up when irritated was bad enough but that would be nothing compared to the carnage a fire breathing dragon could do. He groaned. It was an impossible task but that didn't mean that cats wouldn't get hurt attempting the challenge lured in by the prize his father planned to offer. As he was mulling things over a pretty white maid came in with his afternoon tea. He offered her a weak smile whilst rubbing his temples.

'Do you have a headache your highness?' she asked.

'Yes, my father.' he murmured.

The young cat attempted to hide her giggle behind her paw. They had known each other for six months since Yuki came to work at the castle. They had developed an easy friendship and if Lune admitted it to himself he had a soft spot for her.

'Father wants a dragon.' he said eventually.

Yuki almost dropped the tea pot in surprise.

'I somehow need to stop the mayhem this may cause without him finding out and somehow he gets a dragon.' continued the prince with a sigh.

Yuki looked thoughtful as she offered him a biscuit.

'Why don't you contact the Cat Bureau for help?' she suggested.

'The Cat Bureau?' he repeated.

'Yes, they are an advisory service who offer their help with cases brought to them. I've heard the one in charge is a creation.' explained Yuki.

Prince Lune leaned back in his seat and looked at her.  Perhaps this was the answer to his problem.

'Tell me about this Cat Bureau.' he smiled.

A couple of days later, once he had caught up with his duties Lune set up a portal from his study that would take him to the Cat Bureau. He stepped out onto the cobbles and looked around the courtyard. One building in particular seemed to stand out so he headed towards it. He knocked on the double doors and waited. Within a few minutes he heard footsteps approaching and the door opened to reveal the cat creation Yuki had spoken about.

'Good afternoon. Welcome to the Bureau.' he greeted ' I am Baron Humbert von Gikkingen. How may we be of service?'

'Good afternoon. I'm Prince Lune of the Cat Kingdom. I really do hope that you will be able to help us.' he sighed.

'Please come in your highness. If you can explain what assistance you are requiring then we can see if the Bureau will be able to help.' replied Baron.

'Thank you.' nodded Lune.

Lune took a seat on the sofa and showed his appreciation when handed a cup of tea. 

'Now what seems to be the problem?' asked Baron as he took his own seat.

'I don't really know where to begin.' sighed Lune.

'Well what is the biggest issue?' replied Baron.

'My father ..' began Lune 'Well he has flights of fancy I suppose you could say. He decides that he wants something and then he must have it.'

'Oh and what is it that would be so troubling?' asked Baron.

'A dragon' replied Lune causing Baron to almost drop his cup in surprise 'It's the most ridiculous request I think I have ever heard him ask. The last thing we need is a fire breathing dragon on the loose. It's bad enough that Father has a store of explosives. He almost took down one of the towers the other day.'

Baron looked over at the frustrated royal. This certainly was an unusual case that had been brought to the Bureau's doors.

'May I ask how he plans to get hold of a dragon?' he enquired.

He noticed the young prince grip his paws into fists.

'He intends to hold a challenge open to all and reward the one who succeeds greatly.' he replied 'I really fear for the lives of our citizens.'

'What is the prize that is tempting enough for them to consider risking their lives?' asked Baron.

'As much fish as they can eat.' responded Lune.

'Now I thought they had only just been able to restock the lake.' came a voice from behind causing Lune to jump and turn his head.

'How do you know about that?' he asked the large white cat who had just entered the Bureau.

Muta shrugged as he continued towards the kitchen to investigate the cupboard. Lune turned back to Baron to find the creation in deep thought.

'Has his majesty ever seen a real dragon?' he asked finally.

'No.' replied Lune shaking his head 'There are no dragons in the Cat Kingdom. He has only heard about them from stories.'

'You said he had a stock of explosives which I presume you could gain access to?' continued Baron.

'Yes.' responded Lune slowly not entirely sure where this could be leading.

'Don't worry your highness, I am confident the Cat Bureau can assist. No lives will be lost and the Cat King will get his dragon.' assured Baron.

A look of shock passed over the prince's face before he rearranged his features into a practised more neutral state.

'If you can truly do this I'll give you whatever you want.' replied Lune.

'There is no need for that your highness.' smiled Baron 'Now please tell me more about the challenge so we can prepared in advance.'

A few days later Natori was nervously standing behind the curtain at the edge of the balcony which overlooked the castle's inner courtyard. Below was where those who had signed up to the dragon challenge had gathered. Having spoken with Lune he was aware that the Cat Bureau would be amongst them ready to play their role. He still wasn't sure how they were going to achieve the impossible task which made him anxious. As he attempted to sneak a peak at the cats below he felt a claw run down his spine causing him to stiffen.

'Hey Babe.' the king purred in his ear 'Is everything ready?'

'Ye yes your majesty.' stuttered Natori more at the physical closeness of the king more than anything else.

'Excellent.' he grinned 'Looks like we have a good number of adventurers to go and fetch me my dragon.'

'Yes your majesty.' nodded Natori.

'Right, it's show time!' exclaimed the king heading out onto the balcony to address the crowd below leaving Natori behind breathing in and out into his paw to stop himself panicking.

Time passed and no dragon was presented. Potential adventurers returned exhausted but empty pawed. Natori was grateful that none had received any injuries but he could feel the king getting increasingly agitated at not getting what he wanted. He was just contemplating how he was going to appease his monarch of the inevitable when Natoru came flying through the curtained door with an ecstatic grin.

'A pair of adventurers have returned.' he squeaked 'They have captured a dragon and have brought it to the kingdom.'

Natori stood up in shock before remembering what Lune had said about the Cat Bureau. This must be their doing. His stomach flipped with anxiety, not certain what the outcome would be.

'They say that they have contained the dragon in a cave not too far away and wish to present to his majesty as soon as possible.' continued Natoru.

'Very well.' sighed Natori feeling impending doom 'Inform them that we will be there shortly. His majesty is currently having a massage.'

The shorter cat squeaked again before disappearing out the way he had come.

Natori wrung his paws anxiously as they approached the cave. He already knew that many called him neurotic behind his back but this was serious.  A dragon could mean the end of the Cat Kingdom. He watched as the king swaggered confidently in front of him. He nearly jumped out of his skin when a paw touched the sleeve of his robe.

'Don't worry Natori. It's all going to plan.' assured Lune 'No-one is going to get hurt I promise you.'

'I do hope that you are right your highness.' he sighed.

As they were led towards the cave by one of the Bureau members posing as a dragon wrangler Natori wondered where the larger cat was. A loud noise filled the air similar to an explosion causing all thoughts to fly out of his head.

'Ah it seems like he's awake.' said Baron cheerfully as he led them.

The bang was followed by a couple more and the sound of rocks falling.

'Sounds like a marvellous dragon Babe.' grinned the Cat King.

'Indeed your majesty.' nodded Baron 'Not much further now.'

'We're all doomed.' thought Natori despite the prince's assurances.

Baron slowed down as they came closer towards the mouth of the cave. The eager king attempted to head straight in causing Baron to put his arm out.

'Forgive me your majesty but dragon's can be especially grumpy when first awake. If you will allow me, I'll go in and bring him out.' he explained. 'If you would mind just standing be the side.

Natori quickly manoeuvred the king and his heir away from the mouth of the cave. Only a few minutes later a plume of fire shot out of the darkness covering the area where they had been previously standing. 

'Well that could have been a little awkward.' laughed Baron before he removed a coil of rope from his belt. 'He is rather grumpy today. Please remain here whilst I go and fetch him for you.'

By this time Natori was practically hyperventilating. He waited for the inevitable scream and further fire but there was nothing but silence. Eventually Baron returned leading out a lizard. The group gathered were surprised as its size, not much larger than a cat when on all fours. Although smaller than expected the creature certainly looked like a dragon in the stories minus the wings. The creature flicked it tongue.

'What is that Babe?' asked the Cat King.

'It's a Pogona your majesty.' explained Baron 'A small but mighty dragon.'

It certainly packs a punch from what we experienced earlier.' confirmed Lune 'Will we be able to control it?'

'Of course. Once he knows who his master is. They can be quite docile with their handlers.' replied Baron confidently 'If you would like to approach your majesty.'

For all his confidence the Cat King was looking uneasy. He moved forward too quickly which cause the ruff on the dragon to puff up and his head to bob up and down.

'Careful your majesty.' murmured Baron 'You need to approach more gently.'

The king nodded and did as advised. When he was within arms length he reached his paw out to touch the dragon's head.

'It feels cool.' he muttered in surprise.

'Yes dragons are cold blooded. He will enjoy sunbathing so the Cat Kingdom is a perfect environment.' replied Baron as he handed over the rope 'Congratulations your majesty. You now have your dragon.'

'I'm going to call him Norbert.' he grinned 'Come on Babe. Let's show you your new home.'

'I'll go with you Father.' said Lune before turning to Baron 'Natori can discuss the reward with you.'

'Of course your highness.' replied Baron with a bow.

Natori seemed glued to the spot as he watched the two cats lead the strange creature away. He turned to Baron to discover Muta had suddenly joined them. The large cat smelt of smoke.

'Are you certain the kingdom isn't in danger?' asked Natori 'Prince Lune kept assuring me bit I still feel uneasy.'

'Of course. The bearded dragon is a rather docile creature.' confirmed Baron.

'So we are unlikely to be eaten?' replied Natori.

'Not unless you're an insect.' laughed Muta 'They are mostly vegetarian.'

Natori's eyes widened.

'What about the explosions and the fire?' he demanded.

'Well Prince Lune was kind enough to allow us to take a sample of his father's collection. Also Muta is a cat of many skills and from his time in a travelling circus he learnt the art of fire breathing.' explained Baron.

'Singed my fur a few times in the beginning.' laughed the large white cat.

'So we are all safe?' asked Natori needing confirmation.

'Yes, the dragon is no threat. As long as handled correctly the most he is likely to do is hiss. He should thrive well in the Cat Kingdom but if his majesty becomes forgetful of him once the novelty has worn off we can return him to his native Australia in the Human World.' replied Baron.

For the first time in a very long time Natori felt his body sag with relief.

'Thank you Cat Bureau.' he murmured. 

[petrikaira]

The Butler

Ch 9: Before the Canis Royals

Pg 3 (Previous, Next)

Rating: T for Teen

The nervousness was not exactly abated. He could feel the flutter of his own heart, the panic building that he might be taken back to the fae kingdom. Turned into a babe with blunted fingers to practice being raised. That something else might happen to him if his Canis lieges made the fae queen and king agree to not turn him to a babe, but relinquished him to their control anyways. 

He thought about Ilse’s body on the ground. Bloodied, and her eyes unseeing. He thought about what it would mean to be a babe, with parts of himself locked away. Would he ever know? Would the thing he became at the hands of the fae know who he had been? The thought of that was terrifying, in a way he couldn’t quite grasp. Alive but not himself.

“What are you most afraid of?” Queen Aikaterine asked, her voice soft in the dimly lit throne room.

Butler looked up. They were speaking plain, of a sort. He may as well. “Whatever happens, your Majesty, I do not want to go back with the fae royals,” He said. “If you have to kill me instead, do that.”

Queen Aikaterine gazed at him, red eyes locked. He felt his breath still in his lungs. His fingers curled and he pressed his claws to the pads of his hands. She watched him. He watched her. He was afraid she was going to tell him no. 

Prince Yuki leaned forward. “I think Kat and I need to know one more thing,” he said.

“What is it?” Butler’s mouth felt dry. 

“How far would you be willing to go to get the fae satisfied, and leave you here?” Prince Yuki asked.

“My liege-?” 

Butler couldn’t be sure what he meant. He would not go with them, and be subject to his whims.

“Say- if they demand what you had promised them,” Yuki said. “How far?”

Butler furrowed his brow. He tilted his head for a moment. Swallowed. 

“If it meant not going with them- and not dying-” He murmured. He considered. All of this had hinged on a child. He did not want to steal one from a human family, but at this point, it would be better than not. 

“Would you give up part of yourself for it?” Yuki asked. “But not all?”

Butler’s heart hammered heavily in his chest. Part, but not all… He furrowed his brow. There were plenty of ways that could go. His memories, which would leave him in a similar situation to a babe in the fae court. Himself, but not. Except the body would stay. He swallowed.

“You are free to tell us your thoughts on the matter,” Queen Aikaterine said. Her eyes had remained locked on him, unblinking. “My husband’s ideas are not always the most sound.”

“I am fine with killing because I would remain myself, my lieges,” Butler muttered. “But anything that turns me from myself, in this body- I would not like.”

Prince Yuki leaned his head into his hands, his own red eyes locked on Butler. He blinked. “What if it was something like a hand?”

Butler winced. “That’s draconian-” he said. A hand for a child! He wasn’t sure the fae would ever want that, would ever go for it-

“I bring it up because I may have to do something draconian,” the Prince said. “We may have to decide on something like that, to satisfy the fae royals. I’m sure they’re taking this as a slight on their honor as well as their beings, and you know how the fae can be.”

(Previous, Next)

[fashionredalert]

Hey for the dialogue prompt can you do 6 and/or 17 please? I love your writing and my favourite is strawberry swing! Have a good day!😄

I'm so sorry this so me so long to answer anon!! I hope you're reading this and enjoy it just as much as I enjoyed writing it!!

I will do 6 AND 17 just for you!!

Also, before I have a crack at this, can I begin by saying I'M SO EXCITED THAT YOUR FAVORITE IS STRAWBERRY SWING!!!

*incoherent screech* I'm so happy you even read that much less have it as your favorite!! I'm working on updates I swear I am!! Thank you so much for telling me that, it really made my day!!

*****

"Who gave you permission to fall asleep?" Yuki hisses as he viciously shakes Kyo awake.

"Nhgh!"

"You idiot, you cant fall asleep now!"

"Look–" Kyo growls as he rubs an eye with the heel of his hand, fighting with all his might against his heavy eyelids to keep them open "–unlike for you, I don't stay up until shitty hours of the night, I actually get a decent amount of sleep on the regular. The fact that you're keeping me up well after" –he squints at the clock on the night stand– "fucking 2 o'clock in the morning is just cruel and unusual punishment."

"You know why you're not supposed to be falling asleep." Yuki says with an icy tone.

Kyo smacks his palms into his face, rubs the heels into his eyes until he sees stars and breathes in.

"Don't hit yourself like that!" Yuki admonishes, "You'll make it worse."

Kyo lets out a long deep frustrated sigh and refuses to open his eyes even as Yuki reaches for him, wrapping his hands around Kyo's wrists and tugging them away.

"Kyo," Yuki says, a warning when Kyo refuses to open his eyes out of spite.

Kyo slowly cracks open one eye and glares at Yuki.

"I'm. Fine."

"Hatori said–"

"Like I give a shit–"

"To not let you–"

"Like he knows anything–"

"Fall asleep–"

"I've had concussions before you stupid rat!"

"You're not cursed anymore!" Yuki snaps, his cheeks flushing with rage.

Kyo blinks up at him with his one eye, still stubbornly refusing to pen the other, shocked into silence as Yuki throws his hands up. "You're not as invincible as you were before! You don't recover as fast! You bruise more easily and it takes longer for you to get back onto your feet when you fall! You're steps are heavier and you're not as fast or agile as you were before! And when you fall and hit your head as hard as you do now and you get knocked unconscious you end up with concussions that don't go away in just an hour!" Yuki flings his book off his lap and stands up from the chair, "Hatori said not to let you fall asleep so guess what asshole, I'm keeping you awake well after the recommended 3 to 6 hours, not because I'm trying to be an asshole but because I'm worried! Now open that second eye or so help me I– I– I'll call Shi-han and have him march down here to keep you awake."

"You wouldn't!" Kyo blanches.

"I will," Yuki hisses, "I've got him and Tohru on speed dial and I'm not afraid to call them both."

Kyo promptly snaps his eye open and stares at Yuki in fear with both eyes.

Yuki clears his throat and settles back into his chair.

"That's what I thought."

*****

Kyo blinks with heavy eye lids, and reaches out a hand through the darkness towards Yuki. He doesn't say anything as he laces their fingers together and gently tugs.

Yuki moves willingly enough, glancing at the clock and throwing a look at the window to see that the sun had begun to rise, his retrieved book falling gently from his lap as he allows himself to be tugged back onto the bed. He's wary at first, when Kyo shifts and wiggles until Yuki is fully onto the bed, his front pressed intimately up against Kyo's back, effectively spooning him.

Yuki sighs and settles deeper, burying his nose into the nape of Kyo's neck to breathe him in, filling his lungs with Kyo's familiar scent and unwilling to let it go, uncompromising in his need to have Kyo be safe and healthy.

It's been well over 10 hours since the incident that left Yuki feeling helpless and frightened in ways he hadn't felt since he was a young boy trapped in a black ink stained room with only the hope of returning the small red hat to keep him going even in those dark times.

"Please be okay," Yuki pleads into Kyo's skin, peppering it with small exhausted kisses.

"I'll be here when you wake up," Kyo whispers back, "I promise. I promise."

*******

Thank you so much Anon this was fun!

[mari-writes]

🦉❤️☀️

At first Akaashi thinks it must be a mistake. 

He stares hard at the email displayed on his laptop. He’s already read the message twice, but he’s having trouble believing that this isn’t all a dream. 

Blinking, he reads it one last time:

Akaashi Keiji, 

We are pleased to offer you the position of Writer and Co-Editor in our Literature and Creative Writing department. We believe you will be a valuable addition to our team and are excited to welcome you to the company. If you choose to accept the position, you will start Monday, April 25. HR will contact you with more information on the hiring process and your relocation to Osaka. Thank you, and we hope to hear back from you soon.

The signature of the company’s CEO follows. Akaashi scrolls up again, double checking that the email is definitely from him and not some online troll. 

“Oh my god,” he croaks, finally allowing himself to react. “Oh my god!” He sits up quickly, chair tipping backwards and crashing loudly to the floor. He sends a silent apology to his downstairs neighbors as he bolts to his bedroom in search of his phone. 

Bokuto picks up on the third ring. “Babe! I was just about to call you! You’ll never believe what Tsum-Tsum did…”

“Kou.” 

“He embarrassed himself in front of fans again!” Bokuto cackles. “One asked him if he could do a handstand, and—”

“Koutarou.” 

“—of course he immediately tried, but he fell! He’s fine, he’s not hurt, just his pride—“ 

“Bokuto-san!” Akaashi doesn’t use the formal address much anymore, only when he needs to get his boyfriend’s attention. It works. Bokuto immediately stops rambling. 

“Sorry, love," Akaashi lowers his voice. "It’s just… I have something to tell you.” The moment the news leaves Akaashi’s lips, he hears a loud sound on Bokuto’s end. Apparently he’d fallen out of his bed. 

 The man is suddenly breathing heavily, tripping over his words. “K-Keiji… So, um, does this mean, um, y-you’ll be moving down here?" 

Akaashi bites his lip. He grips his phone with shaky hands, desperately wishing he could see the look on the other man’s face. “Yes.” He swallows nervously. “I'll be there in less than three weeks.”

A few beats of silence pass and then, finally, Bokuto speaks. His voice is nervous and so, so small. 

“Do you… I mean, would you like to, um, live with me?” 

They had already talked about this. Many times, actually. The new job was a dream, for sure, but it also meant he could move to Osaka. Bokuto had renewed his contract with the Black Jackals indefinitely. It's perfect timing. 

They both know this. They’ve been together for so long. Moving in together has always been inevitable.

And yet, Bokuto still has the attentiveness to ask. To make sure Akaashi really wants it. To be certain he is addressing all of Akaashi’s needs and wants. 

He’s the sweetest human being in the entire world, Akaashi thinks. How lucky that he chose Akaashi to share his life.

“Of course, Koutarou.” He falls backwards onto his blankets. “You do too, right?” 

Bokuto lets out a delighted giggle; a strange noise from such a large man. “Totally! Oh wow, I’m so happy right now, Keiji! Like, I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy in my life!”

Akaashi doesn’t think he’s ever felt this giddy. Honestly, it’s almost embarrassing how he suddenly feels as dopey as he had in high school. “Yeah,” he breathes, turning his head into his pillow shyly. “Me too.” 

Moving isn’t easy. Bokuto is busy with the team and unable to make a special trip to Tokyo to help with loading. For such a small apartment, Akaashi has sure accumulated a lot of stuff. (Truthfully, most of it is books and coffee mugs.) 

A few friends do help out. Kuroo and Kenma, Yukie and Konoha show up with a moving van and help him form a strategy. And, best of all, one of Bokuto’s sisters offers to help him drive to Osaka. 

When they arrive at the apartment building, Bokuto is already waiting outside. Akaashi jumps out of the car and runs to his boyfriend, leaping into his arms, and the man spins him around till they’re both dizzy. 

Akaashi can’t help it. He pulls the other man into a firm kiss, not caring they are in broad daylight on a busy street. Bokuto eagerly reciprocates. 

“Okay lovebirds, that’s enough.” Bokuto’s sister sighs, smiling exasperatedly. “We’ve got a lot of work to do. You can make out all you want tonight. When I’m far, far away.” 

Hours later, all of Akaashi’s belongings have successfully been moved into Bokuto’s small one-bedroom flat. Bokuto’s sister has left for a hotel. They are finally alone. 

“I can’t believe it.” Bokuto grins, hands sliding up Akaashi’s back. Akaashi is currently straddling the other man on his couch, playing with his two-tone locks lazily. “You’re really here. For good this time!” 

Akaashi smiles. “I am.” 

For the first time ever, their lives are one. No more long distance. No more worrying about work schedules or other commitments getting in the way of seeing each other. No more sad goodbyes and counting down days to their next meeting. 

Now, they can come home to each other. Fall asleep and wake up side by side. Even if they other is away for a trip, they’ll always find their way back here. 

“I’m all in.” Bokuto’s voice is soft but firm. A serious expression settles on his features. “You know that, right Keiji? This is it for me. I… well, I want to spend my life with you. All of it—the good, the bad, everything! I’m all in!” 

Akaashi’s jaw drops slightly. He blinks, amazed at his boyfriend’s innate ability to speak his truth so openly, with his whole heart. It’s something Akaashi has always admired about him. 

“Kou,” he says, and he can’t help the tremble in his voice. He leans down, pressing their foreheads together, hoping the gesture will convey that yes, he feels the exact same way, he wants that too.

Bokuto and Akaashi have always been partners. From the first day they stood on a volleyball court together to when they first started dating. Through Akaashi time at university and stressful jobs, to Bokuto being scouted for his first professional team, multiple Olympics...

And now, finally, joining their lives. 

Akaashi can't wait to see what's next.

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Happy BokuAka Day! Thanks everyone for continuing to support me despite my ongoing challenges. 🙏❤️ Work has taken over my life so much that I can't write as easily. But I hope this conveyed how much I still love this ship. 😊 Please, if you enjoyed, please comment and/or reblog!

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“Gojo has a girlfriend!?” | Gojo x Reader Oneshot (Fluff)

Synopsis:  Yuuji has just overheard a phone call with Gojo and this seemingly mysterious woman who's coming to visit. He brings the news to the other students, adamant that their teacher has a girlfriend much to the disbelief of Maki, especially when the possibility of the girlfriend being you arises.

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“Guys, guys! Gojo has a girlfriend!” Yuuji announced, slamming the door open to the classroom.

“I refuse to believe that,” Nobara said rolling her eyes. “He couldn’t get a girlfriend even if he had the most romantic script in front of him.”

“I second that,” Maki said, not even looking up from her phone.

“Tuna, tuna,” Toge agreed.

“He’s not that bad-” Yuuji started.

“He’s an egotistical, immature man child who thinks dick jokes are the height of humour, what women would be attracted to that?” Maki glared.

“Then explain to me why I heard him call someone babe over the phone just now! And why I heard a girl’s laugh!”

“You say that like he doesn’t do that to everyone,” Nobara sighed.

“He said they were coming today anyway!” Yuuji insisted. “And he said “I love you” before he hung up!”

Now that raised eyebrows in the room.

“He… he really said that?” Maki said slowly for Yuuji just to nod enthusiastically in reply. “Then who the hell did he brainwash to be his girlfriend?!”

The group moved out of the classroom to outside as they argued leaving Megumi alone to slurp his noodles who was happy to be forgotten in the conversation since he already knew the answer. Watching the two adults yearn obviously after each other for years still scarred him, but he was happy you were coming today, even if you had the worst taste in men.

“Seriously who the hell is it!” Nobara yelled. “There’s no way its Utahime right?” The group was stood at the top of the stone stairs that led into the school, waiting for the mysterious visitor.

“She’d rather die,” Maki deadpanned.

“Mei Mei?”

“She’d go for someone richer.”

“Yuki?”

“She’s too busy for relationships, let alone with Gojo.”

“Shoko?”

“We would have noticed that by now.”

“A civilian?” Yuuji suggested.

“Like there’s any way he could explain the jujutsu world to a civilian without making it look like he was insane.”

Panda hummed from behind them. “(y/n)?”

Maki went still. “How dare you taint her name like that.”

Yuuji and Nobara looked to each other. “(y/n)?” they said in sync.

“She’s one of the only other special grade sorcerers,” Panda explained. “She was in Shoko and Gojo’s grade in school. She’s Gojo’s best friend.”

Yuuji and Nobara’s eyes widened.

“He has friends?” Nobara asked with a bit too much genuine shock.

“Somehow,” Maki spoke solemnly, pushing up her glasses. “But (y/n) is too cool to ever do that!” She looked to the sky with her outstretched hand dramatically. “I would never idolise and want to follow in the footsteps of someone if they were that foolish!”

“Bonito flakes!”

Nobara mouthed a ‘woah’ at Maki’s intensity, never seeing her look up to someone with so much passion.

A Megumi scratching his neck joined them from behind, now full enough of food to deal with what would soon happen.

“Who do you think it is?” Yuuji asked him.

Megumi sighed. “It’s-”

Panda whipped his head up, ears twitching, everyone falling silent. They strained their human ears and soon heard footsteps on the gravel coming towards them. Without warning a stick came hurtling at Maki’s head with deadly accuracy who froze before quickly cutting it in half, the pieces gliding past her head before the others could even blink.

“You’ve certainly improved Maki!” A happy voice spoke. Soon they saw a small woman with hands in pockets walking up the stone steps with a grin. “Yo yo yo,” you greeted.

“(y/n)!” Nobara and Yuuji gulped at Maki with, wondering how she would react to the attack. “How was my form? Was it alright?”

“Pretty good, pretty good,” you laughed, “I personally would have just side stepped to dodge it to retain some energy. But if you’re going to counter, I’d suggest putting your front leg a little more forward to help with your balance, but I’m sure you already knew that.” Offering Maki a knowing grin. “You reacted much faster than you did last time though that’s for sure. You’ll definitely have the Zenins kissing your ass in no time.”

Maki nodded sharply with the compliment and Nobara couldn’t help but notice the smile she was trying to keep down to remain in her collected self.

You looked over to Megumi who begrudgingly stepped forward to say hello, but the twitching corners of his mouth said otherwise. You gave him the ritual hair ruffle which he leant down into, knowing you had missed being able to reach down to tiny child Megumi to bother him whenever you wanted, but he still indulged in your methods of affection.

“You keep getting taller what a pain,” you whined.

“It is what happens when children reach puberty,” Megumi deadpanned.

“Beside the point,” you replied with the dismissive wave of a hand. “It’s of personal offense to me.”

You looked over to the other two first years blankly, taking them in, analysing their builds and posture. They gulped nervously under your critical stare. “Ah you two must be nail girl and Sakuna’s vessel, Nobara and Yuuji, right?” You smiled, disarming their defensive walls, nodding. “Nice to meet you! I’ll be coming up here a bit more to help teach now and then so I’ll get to know you two well soon.”

They beamed and you couldn’t help but feel your heart warm at the positivity that still remained in young sorcerers. Too many let their immaturity and childlike wonder, and frankly the happy and fun side of themselves, behind as soon as they realised how the world really was for shamans, you included, but the younger generation always gave you a kick in the gut to force you to remember. An unintended gesture that was greatly appreciated.

“But anyway,” you said, dropping you smile and sighing melodramatically. “Where’s the dipshit?”

“Who-?” Nobara and Yuuji started.

“Over by the track field,” Maki said, the other second years and Megumi pointing with her.

“Coolio,” you acknowledged and stuck your hands back in your pockets and started to walk towards the field before you heard Maki speak.

“Speaking of… Gojo,” she began, “Is it true he has a girlfriend?”

You would have laughed at the question had it not been so shocking to you that the answer wasn’t glaringly obvious. You glanced over to Megumi who had obviously not told them yet, who just looked at you with so much resentment for having indirectly causing what must have been a very long conversation before you arrived.

You looked back to Maki. “He does yeah… why do you ask?”

“Well, we’ve been wondering who it is, is she a sorcerer?”

You nodded.

“Someone we know?”

You nodded again, trying not to let the slowly rising smile read on your face.

“Well…” Maki huffed, “Who is it?”

You raised your fingers to your lips and feigned zipping them closed. “I’ve been sworn to upmost secrecy,” which was just entirely untrue but kept it much more fun.

“But you’re smart I’m sure you can figure it out.”

Maki nodded, absolutely defeated as you waved goodbye and headed to the track.

It didn’t take long to find him, his overwhelming aura hit you before his slender hands covered your eyes from behind. “Guess who!”

“I couldn’t even begin to guess, maybe my ex I still have feelings for, I would probably break up with my boyfriend for him, he’s very annoying.”

“You ass,” he replied taking his hands off which you just laughed at. “Your ex is a fucking asshole.”

“That fact is written across the universe in holy star dust.”

You finally took a good look at him, his stature towering over you as always, but always bringing the feeling of being safe like under a shelter in the rain instead of any kind of looming threat height can give you. You made eye contact through his black blindfold and couldn’t help but wish it was the old days where he wore his glasses so you could see his eyes more clearly, but then again, the old days didn’t only offer happy memories, it was why you were here in the first place.

The gang peered at you two from behind the bushes, watching every excruciating detail they could pick up from the interactions.

“Nothing too out of the normal yet,” Maki breathed, “That’s just ordinary friend things yeah? Yeah?” she questioned Nobara who nodded enthusiastically. Though the younger girl couldn’t help but notice the affection in your look at him, or the way her teacher’s body seemed to soften and let his usually unnoticeable guard down.

You sat down on the large concrete steps together, close enough to feel each other’s warmth. You two looked to the sky and watched as birds passed in a group of four, gliding through the air with no need to need flap their wings.

“How are you?” You asked.

“Straight to the point huh?”

You couldn’t help but smile a little but stayed silent for him to answer.

“I mean, it’s the same as every year isn’t it?”

“We both know that isn’t true.”

The events of last year still haunted you, and Satoru too, even though he was much better at hiding it. The two of you walking up to Suguru’s dying self, his hand clutched on his bleeding stomach as the two of you were just standing in shock, staring at the man that used to be your guys’ best friend. Satoru being the one to do the finishing blow because you were too much of a mess to do it. Gojo Satoru is good at hiding things, but those who knew him well enough knew sometimes the cracks were visible in his perfect façade.

He sighed. “You need to stop being right all the time, it gets frustrating.”

You chuckled and bumped your shoulder into his, internally grinning at his infinity being turned off for you even though it was nothing new. You took the opportunity to rest you head on his shoulder as the two of you looked up into the sky again in silence. Just taking in the slow heartbeat you could hear.

It was a few minutes before it was broken again.

“It feels weird to still feel like celebrating the birthday of a person I don’t know anymore, let alone of a person I killed,” he said honestly. “Like how is the engrained feeling of an arbitrary date that I properly celebrated only three times only mean more to me than it did back then when there’s no way to repeat the happiness of unaware teenagers.”

You hummed quietly, indulging him in his thoughts that you too felt. “I’m sorry I-”

“Don’t.”

“I’m sorry I made you do it,” I said, “He was your best friend.”

“And he was yours too, I wasn’t going to make you put a childhood friend down like a dog.”

You nodded into his shoulder, going quiet. He looked down at you and you couldn’t help yourself but reach up to touch his blindfold. He didn’t resist and sat quietly as you raised it so you could see his eyes. Little, almost microscopic droplets, detailed his under eyelashes. You gave him a small smile which he returned with his own as you brushed his eyes gently. He grabbed your hand delicately and kissed the fingers tips one at a time while you watched with total calm and comfort taking over your body, snuggling closer into the crook of his neck.

The group watched in tight tension as they spied on the scene before them. Maki looked like she was going to rip out the bush, roots and all, with the way she was gripping onto the small branches like a lifeline.

“It was probably just something very personal, and because they are good friends they feel comfortable doing that, yes that’s it. And the “I love you” over the phone must have been a joke or said in a platonic way. Yeah, that’s it.” Maki said, springing off all the close enough to realistic conspiracy theories in her head.

No one had the heart to tell her what was plainly obvious, nor the bones strong enough to deal with her disagreement.

You didn’t need to say it, he already knew, but you said it anyway. “I missed you,” you said quietly, “Going abroad sucks.”

“You really need to look at the sweet shops there and pick up some souvenirs.”

“Sweets don’t numb things for everyone,” you laughed, “Sometimes food can’t replace people.” You grabbed onto his hand and laced it in yours, his huge hand enveloping yours like a little protector.

“Did you get hurt?” he whispered; he knew you were fully capable to come from most missions entirely unscathed, but it didn’t stop the worry. People he cared about going to missions alone had left many scars in varying forms.

“I’m alright, just a few bruises here and there mainly by my own hand, no biggie.”

He nodded, happy with the answer.

He stroked his thumb over the back of your hand, leaning his head onto yours. “I love you,” he whispered, barely loud enough to hear over the subtle wind.

You squeezed his hand. You’d never been good at words, stumbling over what you’re really trying to say without saying it outright, even if you already knew what you were meant to say, especially when it came time for vulnerable things, but Satoru knew that better than anyone. So, you felt his face widen into a smile.

He squeezed your hand back.

He looked down at you again, taking his blindfold off so you could admire the now rarer sight of his eyes. There was no other way to describe his eyes than beautiful. Their blues captivated you like a ship barely staying afloat in a storming ocean, barely surviving, only at the sea’s mercy. Many were terrified of them, they were whispered about among shamans young and old, and to be fair they held power. Power unattainable except for those lucky few that inherited it. But to you it had always felt like it was the eyes that inherited Gojo Satoru. It was Gojo Satoru that really made them powerful along with infinity, no one had ever come close, and it was doubtful anyone ever will, even if he thought he was raising students that he wanted to be better than him. At the very least it was definitely a high bar to beat. But when it was you, and just him, just Satoru, together, it was not the power you yielded to. It was the fact that it was Satoru, the boy and now man you had fallen in love with and who had allowed himself to fall down to fall in love with you. When you looked into the sea of blue that seemed forever changing, the only word you could use to actually describe them was Satoru.

You rose your head to meet with his lips softly, giving him a sweet kiss that made his mouth upturn into a smile. And to be fair half of it was definitely because of the group of students that were losing their minds behind a bush right now, but the other half you happily knew was because of you.

Gojo Satoru may be an egotistical, immature man child who thinks dick jokes are the height of humour sometimes, okay maybe a bit more than sometimes. But he was Gojo Satoru, the most imperfect perfect person you’d ever met, and you would stay by his side until you parted from the world, but you were sure it wouldn’t take long to find him in the next.

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Final Exams: Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader

synopsis: you can't fail your Medieval Art and History final. You just can't.

wc: 1.3 k

tw: NSFW

A Grand 300 Celebration Fic

Your sighs are bothering him.

Geto is fully aware that you’re bored as you eye the clock in the classroom, but he can’t focus on his grading when you’re sitting there, wondering when the class will end while rubbing your thighs together anxiously.

It’s just the other students, you, and him today since the professor is out sick, and Geto’s the TA responsible for making sure the class took the final exam. But when you raise your hand - thus, catching his attention - he groans internally, knowing your question before you spoke it.

“Can we leave if we’re done early?” you wonder, closing your laptop. It was no secret that you were the professor’s favorite student, and if you had asked her, she would have said yes to your request. But Geto frowns, looking over his own laptop with a dissatisfied gaze.

“Ms. L/N, it appears that you failed the final. I would recommend taking it again.” The class is shocked into stillness, and you frown. There was no way you failed the final. You knew everything there was to know about the Baroque period, and no one could contest your vast knowledge of the different paintings and musical elements from that era. But Geto knew something you didn’t: you couldn’t see your score after you took the test. But he could.

He soaks in the crestfallen look on your face and turns back to entering the grades without another word. For the rest of the class, you took your time, reanswering each question and flipping through your notes eagerly, hoping to find the mistakes in your answers.

“How did I do this time?” you wonder, approaching his desk with a hopeful look in your eyes.

“Ms. L/N, you’re rushing. I mean, these are easy answers… Take it again,” Suguru sighs, and you walk back to your row, confusion marrying your perfect features. He hated doing this to you, but he couldn’t just let you walk out of the class in that perfect skirt with your perfect legs.

Today, you would be the last to leave the class. And his office.

When the bell chimes, everyone in the class gets up to leave, but you stay behind, focusing on the questions with precision. You’ve even started muttering to yourself, which is something you only do when you’re trying to focus all of your energy on a task.

“Mr. Geto, can I have a few more minutes?” you ask as he’s packing his things up and about to leave the room without you.

“Come to my office and I’ll let you continue taking it there. They have another lecture in this classroom.” You follow him out into the hallway, remembering the winding path to the TA’s offices, and into his minimalistic office. He shuts the door behind you, and you take your place in the seat in front of his desk, opening your laptop again.

“I really can’t fail this,” you murmur. Any poor grade would drop you from an A to a B, and you couldn’t have that. Not as a freshman.

“Listen,” Geto mutters, sliding his glasses off. “You just need to go slower with these quizzes. I know Professor Yuki favors you, but you can’t rely on being the teacher’s pet all the time.”

“I’m not--”

“Besides, after the third try, you’ll have to put in a request for a retake, and that could take us a few days to accept.”

“Wait, what did I make this time?”

“A 69.”

“Huh?” You shoot up from your chair, and place your hands on the desk, frowning deeply. “I really can’t--”

“I do have something that might help you…” Geto rummages through his desk, looking for something specific. When he tosses the foil wrapper on the desk, you do a double-take, then look up at his face.

“Seriously?” He raises a brow, then turns to his computer screen.

“I mean, a full scholarship is a lot of money, y/n. I would think you’d be willing to do anything to keep it.”

“And what will you change my grade to if I do this?” you wonder, examining his face cautiously. He smiles slyly, his black eyes roaming over your chest.

“You’ll pass this class with an A-plus.”

Without any further questions, you strip down to your underwear and bra while Geto locks the door, undoing his tie and unbuttoning the top four buttons on his shirt as he walks back over to you. He cups your face with his large palm and kisses your cheeks tenderly before ghosting his lips over yours, then swiping his tongue over your bottom lip. He bites it, then wraps his hands around your back to unhook your bra quickly. It falls to the ground unceremoniously, and he takes one breast in each hand, tugging at your nipples, then palming them thoroughly.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he breathes, and you moan in response, wanting him to hurry up so you wouldn’t miss your chemistry lecture. But it seems he wants just a little more than a quickie as he pushes you down to your knees. He unbuckles his belt, and slides his pants down, revealing his erection in one smooth motion. When you take his length into your hands, you look up at him and lick down his shaft, making Geto shudder. “The way your eyes get darker when you get aroused is making me lose my mind.”

You hum and then take him into your mouth, feeling the smooth skin and veins against your wet tongue. You worked him into your mouth slowly, and when he reaches the back of your throat, he groans loudly, holding the back of your head gently as he fucks your face. “Fuck,” he breathes, and saliva trickles out of your mouth as he continues, the wet sounds making your cunt get warmer and slicker. You take one hand from his thighs and rub yourself over your panties, hoping you could get yourself off a little while he ravaged your throat. You breathe through your nose easily, and Suguru finally lets you go, pulling all the way out. A trail of spit follows from your lips to his cock and you inhale deeply, still rubbing away at yourself.

“Beautiful,” Suguru whispers, then pulls you up to a standing position and leans you over the desk. He rolls down your underwear and mutters, “Spread your legs.” You do so immediately and feel his fingers at your waiting entrance. “Pass me the condom, baby.” You obey, then rest your breasts on the cold wood of his desk, goosebumps running down your arms and legs. When he presses into you, you stifle a loud groan; the tension of him trying to work himself past your walls absolutely overwhelming. “That’s it…” he drawls, moving in and out of you lazily. Despite wearing a condom, you can feel every single ridge and bump of Suguru’s thick cock inside of you, and it’s driving you insane. You eagerly thrust your hips back, and he meets you halfway, holding your hips as you’re fucked into oblivion.

At some point during your session with the TA, you feel the familiar tingle of an orgasm about to rip through you, and your hands fly to your clit as he pounds into you. “I’m gonna…” you pant, and Suguru nods behind you, his hair coming loose and dangling around his face messily.

“I can feel it, baby. Go ahead.” Your knees buckle slightly as you give in to your unspoken desire, and he grabs your hips a little harder. “I’m right behind you,” he chokes out, then presses his lips together as he comes, shaking as his strokes slow to a gentle pulsating motion. After a moment of resting, he pulls out of you and takes the condom off, tossing it into the trash can and crumpling up a few papers to hide it. As he puts his clothes back on, you do the same, pushing your hair back and adjusting your shirt before going behind his desk and looking at the computer.

“Three one-hundreds,” you announce, and Geto shrugs.

“Hey, you said you wanted to roleplay.”

“But did you have to embarrass me in front of the whole class?” Suguru laughs, tying his tie back on.

“You said roleplay, babe. You get what you ask for.”

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Part Six: Promises

Atsumu x fem reader, Suna x fem reader, Hinata x fem reader

A/N: Soooo at long last the reunion! So many emotions! I’m so stuck on who to root for!

Warnings: Angst, some fluff, slightly suggestive content

Part Five: Friends

Part Seven: Regrets

You eyes opened to the sun peering through the curtain shining straight right into your face. You moved your hands to block the sun easeing the strain it caused on your eyes. You were groggy, and you back felt stiff. This definitely wasn’t your bed. You surveyed the area finally remembering, that’s right I’m at Suna’s house. You let out a yawn wiping the sleep from your eyes. That when you felt him move next to you. Yesterday the boys had come back from their loss at nationals. While they made the trip back you spent the whole day getting everything ready for your boyfriend’s return. You wanted to make him feel better so you went to the market that morning and spent your day making homemade sashimi with Fatty Tuna and some Onigiri with the left overs for you ,Tsumu and his twin. Although when he finally arrived home and saw you sitting on his door step he wasn’t very receptive.

“Hey there baby,” you gave him a quiet smile, you know he can’t be feeling to hot right now. You ignored the hurt you felt when he rolled his eyes at you.

“What are you doing here YN?” He sighed there was a slight annoyance to his tone. Again you brushed it to the side.

“I wanted to come be here for you, oh and I brought some food for you and Samu,” you presented the bag containing all of the goodies you had made for them.

Osamu’s eyes lit up at the word food quickly grabbing the bag out your hands “ohhh hell yeah I’m starving, mmmh thanks YN,” he said trying to stuff an Onigiri in his mouth before entering the Miya household. You laughed at his antics before turning your attention back to your boyfriend.

Atsumu stood there in front of you with a look of exhaustion etched on his face. “I was thinking maybe we could spend the evening together, maybe watch a movie, or just cuddle or really whatever you want,” you explained not sure what would be the best in this situation you weren’t used to having to comfort him after a loss.

He frowned “what I want is to be left alone I don’t have the energy to deal with you right now.”

You scoffed “ deal with me!” You questioned back suprised by his attitude.

“Yeah YN I really dont feel like putting up with your clinginess right now it’s annoying,” he huffed.

Your jaw dropped he had never spoke to you that way before. “Wow Okay Atsumu, I knew you were gunna be upset but that doesn’t mean you get to be a dick to me! Enjoy the food I’m going to leave it’s obvious I’m not wanted here,” you stated not standing to be talked like that.

You didn’t stick around to hear his response, you both needed to calm down at this point. You made your way down the street still fuming and ranting in your head “how dare he!” You thought! Ughhh you needed to calm down. You already knew the destination you were heading for. You had planned to save some of the snacks you had made and bring some home to Suna on your way home tonight. But now all the food was with Atsumu. You could feel your stomach growl. You let out a frustrated sigh stuspid Tsumu that was you meal too. You decide to stop at convenience store loading up on all of yours and the middle blockers favorite snacks.

And that’s how you ended up where you are now. Laying down on his couch covered in his comforter with your best friends face snuggled up into your stomach. You giggled he looked adorable. Part of you really wanted snap a photo for proof. Suna was never the most affectionate when it came to anyone really, so to see him holding your waist close was so sweet. He looked so peaceful. You were so thankful for him. When you showed up at his door yesterday you were supposed to cheer him up but it seems it was more likely the other way around. Lost in thought you start running your fingers through his hair as he laid sleeping on your abdomen. He was always there for you and always put your feeling into account with anything you did together. He paid attention to the little details ,like how he had remembered yesterday that milk bread was your favorite, but he did that all the time always so analytical with everything. So you don’t think to much of it. It’s hard to stop yourself and if anyone EVER asked you , you would lie. But for a moment you imagined what it would be like if you were dating the withdrawn boy. You were quick to dismiss that idea though. It was wrong you love Atsumu you knew that and plus he was you best friend. Hell he was one of your boyfriends closest friends. Your smile dropped a little thinking about the setter. That’s right your boyfriend, that is if that what he still was. You weren’t mad anymore a little hurt yes but all the anger had disapatted. You understood he wasn’t in the best place and you weren’t going to let one fight break you up. But you couldn’t speak for him. Were you really that clingy? Did you annoy him that much? Did he still want to be with you? These intrusive thoughts were interrupted by the vibration of your phone. Huh speak of the devil.

Tsumu 💕 : hey babe.

Tsumu 💕: I know ur probably pissed u should be.

Tsumu 💕 : I’m so so sorry for being an ass yesterday. I was just so mad at myself for not doing enough at the match, but that doesn’t matter it was no excuse for how I treated you. I get it if you don’t want to deal with me anymore but I just want you to know you're not annoying I didn’t mean any of the shit I said I was just angry and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. I promise it’ll never happen again please give me another chance I love you YN 🥺💕

You let out a sigh of relief. Looking back down at the boy laying next to you. He really was quite handsome, and so caring. He's going to make someone so happy one day.

You’re not sure what brought that memory into your head at this moment but you push it to the side as Suna approached you. He looked like a man on a mission weaving threw the bar patrons. It was like if he didn’t reach you in time you’d disappear. You found your heart beating faster as we neared you. Soon enough he was standing in front of you with a look of disbelief etched on his normally stoic face.

You were nervous what should you say. What if he’s angry with you. You didn’t get much time to worry because as soon as the middle blocker confirmed you weren't a figment of his imagination he pulled you into his chest. His arms wrapping around you securely. You quickly melt into his embrace a sense of familiarity swarming over you.

“Where the hell have you been dumbass,” he choked out before quickly pulling his emotions back in. You laughed into his chest at his nickname for you.

“Sorry Suna I just had to leave I couldn’t be around him anymore,” you choked out. You removed yourself from his grasp moving back to your seat at the bar. You motioned for him to join you. You took a large gulp needing to calm your nerves.

“Look don’t apologize, you were going through a lot , hell I don’t know how I would react if I found out the person I loved was cheating on me for two years, I might committed murder,” he lets out a nervous laugh. Your brain freezes two years.... two years your mind just keeps repeating like it just can’t possibly process that information. You face drops, you turn to the bartender “ another shot of tequila please, uh make that a double,” lord knows you need it.

Suna looks at you eyes wide you had never been much of a drinker before ,at least not hard liquor, the most you ever drank were a glass or two of wine. So to see you finish off your mixed drink then proceed to down a double shot of tequila was a sight.

Your mind was swimming. As you paid out the bartender leaving a nice tip for the speedy service your mind ran in circles around the new information. You knew he had cheated on you for the eight months with Yuki and part of you figured it wasn’t the first time but TWO DAMN YEARS! You want to scream and break something like he couldn’t betray you anymore then Suna has to go tell you it was for hell of a lot longer than you had figured. You froze you brain caught on to one detail. Suna knew it was for two years and you didn’t. Did he know the whole damn time! Your brain couldn’t think rationally. You need to get out of here. It was to much the music was too loud, the place was to crowded, you felt like you couldn’t breath. You gave him a look of disgust before turning and walking away ready to leave this place.

Suna was shocked all of the sudden you looked at him your face full of pain. Before he could realize what was happening you were slipping through the crowd. Oh no he panics he just found you he couldn't let you slip away that easy. He wanted to know why you dropped him. He needed to know if he meant that little to you. So he started running after you calling your name. Luck was on his side tonight. Although you had been able to make it out the club and partially down the block he was able to catch you.

“YN wait , where are you going,” he asked desperately reaching for your wrist to stop you. You snatched your arm away from him angry.

“I’m going home Suna leave me alone,” you shout over you shoulder heading towards your apartment luckily it wasn’t too far. Although you could feel the alcohol start to settle in you knew you could still navigate your way home.

“ stop YN talk to me,” you ignored him and kept walking he let out a groan of frustration and started following you. It not like he had just downed two shots but he had plenty of drinks before he had found you. He was not expecting to have to go for a walk.

You look over your shoulder noticing he was following you. “Ughh leave me alone Suna,” you yell back to him, “stop following me!”

“Too bad I am walking with you till get home, I just watched you put back a lot of alcohol I know you can’t be sober so there is no way I’m letting you go by yourself! I’m walking with you I would never forgive myself if something happened to you.” You sighed knowing there was no changing his mind. You looked forward continuing your trek home.

After that last outburst the rest of the walk was silent. Your mind was clouded. You wanted to cry so badly how could Suna act like he cared about you if he helped hide Atsumus betrayal from you. Maybe you were right maybe the friendship was a lie, maybe the connection was one sided. You could feel a swell of emotions in your chest. You denied it for long but you missed Suna. You missed your late night calls, you missed getting coffee , you missed forcing him to watch the newest episode of whatever anime you were watching, you missed hearing all about his games and being one of his number one fans, you missed sending memes, but most of all you missed how much he always seemed to be there when you needed him. But what if that was all just an act. What if ir was just a distraction from all the lies in your life. Before you knew it you were standing at you front door. You could feel his presence behind you unmoving.

“Goodbye Suna,” you huffed opening your door.

“STOP! YN please!” His voice broke. “Please don’t shut me out again! Talk to me!” You refused look back but if you did you’d see tears welling in his eyes holding on with all might trying not to spill over his heated cheeks. You looked at the entrance of your home every fiber in your body screaming at you to comfort him to reach out and hold him close, but you were so scared. So afraid to learn the truth.

“If our friendship ever meant anything to you please talk to me.” He voice so quiet like he was terrified of your response. You moved forward opening the door and stepping through the threshold. You could hear his sharp intake of air you could feel the pain radiating from him. You turned to him seeing Suna broken in a way you had never seen before. Not when he lost nationals, not when he lost his pet, not with any of his break ups. Your heart shattered at the sight. You looked into his eyes before opening you door wider for him to enter. You could see the relief rack through his body. Slowly as though he was unsure you’d change your mind at the last minute he stepped into your apartment. He tentatively took off his shoes before looking around your home studying every detail. You walk past him taking a seat on your couch you look down at the ground in front of you. You can feel the couch seat next to you shift under his weight his long legs entering your vision as you kept from looking up. You both sat in an uncomfortable silence both unsure were to start.

“So this is we’re you been all this time,” he let out a small laugh at the irony, “all that time I spent looking for you and here you were less then ten minutes away from me.”

Your face scrunched “ why would you look for me,” you asked letting your insecurities get the best of you.

He looked at you like you had just asked him if the sky was blue because to him that had to be stupidest question he had ever heard. You shifted uncomfortably under his stare you body now facing him. You head throbbing from the cluster of emotions and from the alcohol coursing throughout your body. You were sorta thankful for your inebriated state. You doubted you’d have the small amount of courage you have now with out it. Your attention turned back to the male sitting beside you.

“Because I care about you dumbass.”

“Oh really! Yeah it sure seemed like that! Two years he cheated on me for TWO YEARS!,” you started to feel heated the walls you had built around your emotions bursting at the seems. “ that’s news to me although at this point I’m not all that surprised, but still I was only aware that he had been cheating on me for eight months! So I just find it strange that you know it was for two years! Tell me Suna did you know the whole time and just let me sit there ignorant to his betrayal! I know you are his friend and that you’ve known him longer but still I thought our friendship meant something!” You aren’t sure when it started but tears were spilling down your cheeks. You looked into his eyes and saw pain. He was hurt that you thought he’d ever choose anyone over you.

He takes a deep breath steadying himself “I’m going to explain everything and I need you to please just listen to me,” he sighs looking to you for your response. You gave a small nod . He let out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He rubs his hands over his face trying his best to calm his nerves.

“It was two weeks after your birthday,” he begins. “You weren’t answering your phone, it was so unusual for you to ignore me for that long no matter how busy you were you’d always call me and check up, so when I got no response I got scared you were angry with me ,so when I was meeting up with Osamu and he said he hadn’t heard from you either and that Atsumu wasn’t answering his phone neither we decided to stop by.” His face twitched with aggravation. “You can imagine our surprise to find the place a mess and Atsumu just sitting there in self pity. It became apparent that you weren’t there. When he said you left him Samu and I were shocked there was no way you’d just leave so we both knew something had to happen.” You could see Suna’s jaw clench and fist ball up grabbing at his pants. “When he finally broke and told us he cheated on you and you had caught him he came clean about the two years. I couldn’t hear anymore of his bullshit so I punched him and left.” Your eyes went wide. He punched him. “Osamu had to come outside and calm me down, I was so worried no one knew where you were and that ass was just sitting there feeling bad for himself!” He seethed. You placed your hand on his arm trying to calm him. It must have done the trick. He took a deep breath before looking straight into your eyes. “I honestly thought you knew how long, I didn’t know I promise you that,” he picked up your free hand holding it in his. “You should know I’d never choose him or anyone for that matter over you.”

Your heart felt like it stopped in that moment. “Why would you say that,” you asked breathless.

He let out a chuckle he brought his hand up to caress your face. You couldn’t stop yourself from pressing your cheek firmly into his palm. You heart started to quicken. There was a look in the middle blockers eyes that you had never noticed before although it looked so familiar like this was how he always looked at you and you were just to blind to notice. “I thought it would have been obvious by now,” you didn’t notice how close you had both become. His face was merely an inch or two away from yours. His eyes glanced down to your lips, you copy the motion. You can feel your cheeks heat. “ I’m in love with you,” he states his breath hiting you face. Before you knew it his lips were connected to yours.

You didn’t pull back enjoying the feeling of his lips. He snaked his hand behind your head holding the back of your neck securely. The kiss was slow but so full of passion. You felt a light lick of his tongue as he requested to deepen the kiss. You gladly obliged opening your mouth to his exploration. You snaked your hands into his hair adjusting your body to his. Slowly he leaned you back on the couch capturing you underneath him. He slid he’s free hand down grabbing ahold of your hip as your tongue danced together sensually. He gave a light squeez to your hip. Your lips disconnected as your head fell back while you let out a soft moan. He seized this opportunity to place delicate kisses under your jaw and down your neck before latching on to your neck. You legs spread allowing him closer access to you. The hand at you hip gently crept up your shirt before giving a tender clutch to your breast.

“Suna!” You mewled.

He gave a soft nip at your neck “say my name love,” he requested his voice heavy with want. He tweaked your nipple through the fabric of your bra.

“Ahh Rintarou,” you moaned. Your fingers gripping at the black strands of his hair your back arching up into his touch.

You could feel him smile into your neck. “You don’t know how long I’ve dreamed of hearing that,” he recapture your lips into a searing kiss as he rolled his hips into yours bringing another whimper forth. You were lost in the feeling of his presence. It was so calming and warm. You felt so comfortable in his arms like this was something you had done a thousand times. Your want for oxygen is sacrificed for the feeling of him pressed into your body. This was different than anything else. It was like he was trying to pour all of his love into this moment. Everything moving slowly as though he wanted to take his time with you. Nothing was hurried or fueled by lust. It was so unlike anything you experienced with Atsumu, or with .....

“Stop,” you breathed disconnecting your lips sitting up trying to create some distance between your bodies. He moved back worried. Cautious of his next move not wanting to scare you away.

“I’m sorry did I hurt you? did I move to fast? I’m sorry YN,” he stammered out.

“Shh Rin, it’s okay you didn’t do anything wrong it’s me,” he gave a small smile loving hearing you call him by his given name. That smile was quickly replaced with a questioning look.

You calmed yourself trying to figure out how to explain your situation. “Rin I can’t do this right now it’s not okay.... there’s someone,” his face dropped.

“Your dating someone,” you could see the fear on his face.

“Well no we’re not dating... it complicated.”

He could start to figure out what you were referring to, he’s not naive. But still he wanted to allow you to explain it.

“Ah this is kind of embarrassing ugh,” you hid your face in your hands.

“It’s okay YN you can tell me anything,” he looked at you reassuring, he needed to know the truth about the situation. He could only hope it wasn’t to serious.

“Well ,” you took a deep breath “ there’s this guy, he’s my friend,” you add “ he and I are uhh well we sleep together, it’s been going on for two months now,” you search his face for any judgment yet you find none. You continue “ I just don’t feel right continuing with what we were doing.”

He shook his head while he searched for his next words. “So you aren’t dating but you don’t feel right being with someone else,” he questions.

“I won’t lie to Rin it’s complicated, I’m fairly certain I was falling for him, but there’s just so much going on and now this with you it’s a lot.” You give him a small smile. “I’m not sure we’re my head is at. I don’t want to make any mistakes that could ruin everything with you and how we move forward, I also have a lot to think about.”

“I understand that but I hope you understand why I’m hesitant, I’m afraid you’ll drop me again and you’ll be gone from me again,” he looked up at you. “I need to know YN, please tell me why did you cut me out of your life?”

You sighed grabbing his hands holding then tightly in your own. “Rin it was so hard, when he betrayed me it felt as though I’d lost the place I called home, like everything I knew was a lie, it terrified me at the idea that everything was a lie, even us, I don’t think I’d survived if I found out that what we have was nothing. So it was easier to push you and everyone else away, I was scared. I also couldn’t stand the idea of Atsumu being in any part of my life, and I still don’t that’s why I’m still so nervous letting you back in, I’m still not ready to face him.”

“I would cut him completely out of my life for you YN, anything you ask and I do it! You could ask for the moon and I’d find a way.” A soft giggle left your lips at his proclamation.

“I could never ask that of you, that’d include Osamu and he’s your closest friend, I couldn’t do that. And I’m not asking you to cut anyone out.... I just need some time,please understand that. These feeling I have for you are so strong but I want to sort them out before we move forward.” You looked him directly in the eyes. “I promise you Rin I will not drop you again, I don’t want you out of my life.” He nodded.

“Okay, I understand and I’ll give you time, but you have to give me your new number,” he smiled at you. You laughed smiling up at him. God how he missed that smile. You traded numbers, before you walked him to the door.

“Goodnight Rin,” you smiled.

“Goodnight love,” he replied leaning down stealing one more kiss. You looked up at him surprised. “What I promised I’d give you time, I never said I wasn’t going to prove to you in that time just how much I love you,” he grinned that sly smile before slipping out your door. Just like earlier that day you slid down your door sitting on the floor letiting out a sigh, except now you had a multitude of new problems. But right now all you could think of was sleep. You were exhausted.

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Thigh Highs

Characters: Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki, Kaminari Denki (these guys be ass men i dun wanna hear NOTHING)

Scenario: Your boyfriend sees you wearing thigh high socks for the first time in your relationship.

Genre: Spice, College AUs!

Word count: 1,746

Tags:  @yuki-osaki​​ @liviitehe​​ @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog​​ 

a/n: I told y’all you were getting headcanons. But instead you’re getting MINI-SCENARIOS because I was feeling it ayeee.  I’m happy to be writing again, even if it’s a warm-up to fanfics and my requests.  I really needed to write something I’m inspired by to ease myself back into writing again, and right now I’m inspired to write these boys thirsting over their s/o’s thiccness. Thank me later.

Also! I was originally gonna write for Kiri, but since I have a request for Denki coming down the pipeline soon, I figured I would write a little sneak peek/sample of him.  They’re scenarios were similar though.  I’m gonna write a part 2 with Kiri, Shinsou, and a bonus Todoroki scene ;)

Todoroki Shouto

You don’t know what spurred you to wear those thigh highs buried in your sock drawer.  Maybe it was a Pinterest post or a school life anime, or it was just too hot for joggers but too cold for just your shorts.  It wasn’t like you were going anywhere; your friends proposed a movie in the common room on your floor, so it didn’t matter if you didn’t look the best in them.  It’s just an experiment, you think as you slid them up your legs.  One glance in the mirror and the slight rolling down at the hem made you frown, taking it as a sign that your thighs are perhaps on the too thick side.  Still, you didn’t care enough to take them off, plopping yourself on the couch between Tsuyu and your boyfriend.  He’d glanced over briefly and outstretched his arm in anticipation of your body nestling itself there to snuggle.

Sometime in the middle of the movie, Todoroki’s head ended up in your lap, twiddling with one of your hands, caressing your fingers and knuckles with his calloused ones.  His other hand rests on your knee.  As the movie carries on, more of your friends start dozing off and you start paying more attention to your phone.  You feel Todoroki’s hand on your knee ghost ever so slightly up higher.  Figuring he’s just cradling his head on that hand, you try not to stiffen, until his finger starts tracing the rolled up lip of my socks.

Your hand in his soft hair taps a finger to call his attention.  When his body pivots onto his back, you whisper, “Why are you touching my socks, babe?”

A teasing smirk quirks at his lips.  “Is it distracting you?”

“Kind of.”  It may or may not make you self-conscious.

His finger traces a small circle on your bare thigh, facing your body now.  “These socks are distracting me too, calling attention to these beautiful thighs of yours.”  Before you can respond, he places a kiss right at the hem of your shorts, sending a wave of low heat through your body.  “That little bit of skin spilling out the top looks absolutely tantalizing, dear.”  His light touches and caresses enveloping your body in delicious sparks of electricity as he continues peppering more feathery kisses on your flesh to meet the end of your shorts.  You squirm as you breathe his name, only for him to sit up and lean up against your ear.  “I’d like to devour them, rest on them a little more,” his voice drops lower, “Maybe dwell right between them.”

Your face erupts in the most furious heat.  “N-No- W-What if someone hears you?” you whisper-yell.

“Everyone’s asleep already.”  Todoroki’s hand dips under your flesh, riding up your shorts and giving your soft thighs a light squeeze, his lips ghosting the sensitive spot under your ear.  “But I can wait to ravish you fully when we’re alone.”  Another chaste kiss on your jaw.  “I’d love to see you wear these more often.”  The other hand tugs the elastic band before releasing it, letting it snap against your thigh and eliciting a sharp gasp from you.  He just chuckles at your sensitivity.  “Be prepared, darling.”

Bakugou Katsuki

“Get over here and cuddle me already!”  Your needy boyfriend grumbles from your bed.  His pouty face is apparent in your mind even if you can’t see it from your rummaging.

“Just a minute, babe.”  You’re separating the socks in your drawer.  You figured it would be a cute idea to wear the socks Mina suggested you get; they were soft enough to cuddle in and you thought Bakugou would enjoy it, even though he’s not the picky type as long as you were actually cuddling him.

It’s a lazy Friday afternoon after your classes are finished.  The end of a weary school week means cuddling up with each other as stress relief.  There’s nothing more the two of you look forward to than staying in each other’s arms, watching movies, talking, kissing, or a combination of all three.

Finally, you pull them out and slide them on.  Catching your reflection in the mirror, you smile at how cute they look on you.  They have little black bows at the top and a matching line down the side of the cream colored knit.

“Babe.”

Bakugou’s sudden gravelly voice pulls you out of your thoughts.  It’s a different tone from the whining he was doing just a moment ago, it’s sudden intensity almost scaring you.  One look in his crimson eyes tells you exactly why.  He’s sitting upright now, tracing your form as his tongue swipes his smirking bottom lip.  “Is that a little something for me?”

You flicker your head down then right back at him, pushing your legs together shyly.  “I thought it would be cute, don’t you think?” you squeak out.

Your action must have excited him more, something between a hum and a groan resonating in his throat.  “God, you’re killing me.”  Bakugou holds his hands outstretched to you.  “Get over here before I scoop you up myself.”

As the obedient lamb you are, you scurry over to him.  His hands immediately grab behind your thighs and pull you into his lap, strongly gripping your soft skin.  “Just the perfect accessory for these amazing thighs of yours.”  He gives one of them a light slap, earning a yelp from you.  “You been hiding these from me for long?”

You shake your head quickly.  “Mina thought I should get them, I wanted to show you.”

“It’s my lucky day isn’t it?” Bakugou groans out, gathering more of your thickness in his hands to massage them as he meets your lips sloppily.  “Who said you can look that damn hot?”  As he leans down to steal rabid kisses from your sensitive neck.  “I’m the only person you can wear these for, you hear me?” he growls against your skin, leaving a bite on your collarbone.  Blunt nails dig down the flesh of your leg, making you gasp.  “I can just hold them all day, you’re not going anywhere for a while.”

One thing’s for sure, you’re going to do a lot more kissing than you did cuddle this time around.

Kaminari Denki

There are a lot of things in your closet that you haven’t worn, including a single rogue pair of thigh-high socks you’ve never dared to wear until you were bored today.   It could be fun to look like a schoolgirl, you think brightly, pulling them on.  Half of you expected the socks to constrict all the life from your legs, but they were just the slightest bit snug at the tops of your knees only.  With the help of Pinterest, you decide on a pair of shorts and some heeled booties to finish off the bottom half of a potential outfit you promise you’ll wear to class one day.

When you finally look in the mirror, you instinctively say, “Damn.”  You didn’t expect the outfit to look this cute, even though your thick thighs look a little too big at some angles.  “I have a figure.”

You have to take some cute pictures.

Pulling out your camera, you imitate the poses in the model photos you saw, pushing your legs together to make your thighs look skinnier and trying not to show the fat pooching out from the top of the socks.  Buzzing with newfound self-esteem at how hot you are, you send the pictures to your boyfriend without another thought.  “Was cleaning stuff out, don’t I look cute?”  You expect him to answer right away since he saw the pictures right after you sent them, but he leaves them on read, sending all of your confidence crashing down.  I thought I looked cute, I thought he would agree, you think somberly.

Slumping onto the floor in front of your closet, you slide through the pictures you were just squealing over two minutes ago.  Why would Kaminari, your number one supporter and cheerleader, leave you on read?  You thought you look like quite a catch.  You know you look like quite a catch.

A minute later, there’s a knock on your door.  Rushing to answer it, swinging the door surprisingly reveals the bright blond hair of your boyfriend.  You have no time to act surprised, he takes one sweep down before he jumps on you, pushing your body against the wall and crushing your lips to his.  His hands tightly grip your hips, looping a finger inside your shorts.

You roughly push his face away, both to breathe and get an explanation from your seemingly bipolar boyfriend.  Before you can say anything, he moans, “I couldn’t help myself, I had to come see you in person.”  He pulls back a little to scan your body again.  “God, you look sexy, baby.  You know how much I love your legs and this curvy little figure of yours.”  He hoists you up by your thighs, pinning your body to the wall with his and squeezing his hands around your flesh just shy of your butt.

You let out a yelp just as his lips capture yours again, more hungry this time, as he gathers more of your lovely thickness in his hands.  You try to match his pace, but he proves to be too much for you, especially with how he’s slowly grinding your bodies together, sending sweet tingling electricity through you.  Kaminari slides his hands down your legs closer to the middle of your thighs to carry you over to your bed, waddling over so he won’t drop you.

As he passes your mirror, you separate from him.  “W-Wait, stop here.”

The boy stops moving but continues his assault down your neck now.  Through your foggy mind, you pull out your phone and take a picture of the passionate image: your boyfriend gripping your honey thighs desperately as he ravages your neck, your arm clinging onto his neck and your knees squeezing his body, the socks the perfect accessory.  He looks up to stare down at the picture before rushing you over to the bed, practically tossing you down onto it before taking his place hovering over you.  Stealing your lips with another searing kiss, he mumbles, “I want that as my phone background, you look so hot there.  Damn, I’m so lucky to have you.”

You chuckle out another sigh.  “And here I thought you didn’t like how I looked.”

“Never!”

PART 2

[bbysamu]

Drunk

⭑ part III ⭑

part I, part II 

⭑ Song: Drunk by Keshi

⭑ Warning: Minor angst, mentions of cheating 

⭑ Pairing: Oikawa  x f!reader ; Tsukishima x f!reader 

(a/n: Thank you all for the unbelievable support for my first series, you guys give me the motivation to continue writing. Please enjoy part 3!) 

Tag list (by request - thank you all for your support): @nachotrash; @whateverfeelz; @semhal​

That day at Starbucks brought (Y/N) and Oikawa closer. He did not rush her, but stayed patiently next to her until she slowly opened herself to him. She shared with him her deepest secrets and thoughts, the detrimental consequences of her father’s affair on her entire family and her mental health. Her relationship with Tsukishima, who pursued her relentlessly the first day they met and how she was on cloud 9 when Tsukki promised her he would never be like her father. Through every chat, every conversation, Oikawa felt himself love (Y/N) even more. He smiled when she smiled. His heart skipped a beat when he hears her laughter. His heart broken and body trembled with anger as tears stained her face as she described her father and ex-boyfriend’s affair. Oikawa has never felt this way before, sure he was a pretty empathetic person, but this was beyond mere empathy. Perhaps deep down in his soul, he knew the girl sitting in front right now, talking animatedly about this new song she found on her Spotify, was his soul mate, the one God had prepared for him. 

For (Y/N), that empty space Tsukki left her with was slowly starting to be filled up Oikawa. The pretty captain was determined to not just be a bandaid for her heartache, but to become her whole heart and after months, she thinks she’s ready for him to do that. 

Interhigh Tournament 

Despite their first game being in the afternoon, Tsukishima and a few of the Karasuno boys decided to head to the tournament early to check out the other teams. Taking a seat in the stand, the team decided to watch the match between Aoba Johsai and Johzenji. Aoba Johsai was doing very well, despite the minor setbacks in the beginning, the powerhouse quickly adapted to Johzenji’s interesting way of playing. 

*beeeepppp* the whistled signaled a Seijoh’s victory. Tsukki watched the team huddle around as the coach gave them some encouragements. A familiar figure emerged holding some water bottles, distributing them to the team. He watched as the first years shyly thanked (Y/N) and the pretty captain looped an arm around her waist and kissed her on the cheeks. Despite being so far away, Tsukki could see the love radiating off both (Y/N) and Oikawa. Tsukki stopped breathing for a second. 

He watched as (Y/N) tucked her hair behind her ears, laughing as her boyfriend whined while their friends teased him about his flat butt. He watched as Oikawa looked at (Y/N), eyes filled with so much love and pulled her into a side hug. He watched and he couldn’t stop. Yamaguchi noticed how quiet his best friend had gotten and once he followed his eye line, he understood. 

“Come on Tsukki, you’ve got to stop” Yamaguchi said quietly, “you know you did this to yourself”. 

Tsukishima scoffed, he knew it deep down of course, “What are you talking about? I wasn’t looking at (Y/N), I was trying to study the blocking skills of Matsukawa. Besides I have Yuki, she’s all I need”. 

“sure” Yamaguchi replied and got up, “come on we’ve got to get ready, plus i think Yuki has been texting you the past hour asking when she should come to watch us play”.  With a sigh, Tsukki pulled out his phone and fired off a quick text to his girlfriend telling her he’d meet her outside the gym. 

Because he had to go pick up Yuki, Tsukki was late to warm up. When he and Yuki walked into the room, Aoba Johsai was already warming up their serves on the opposite side. As Tsukki was warming up with the rest of the team and Yuki was watching on the side, (Y/N) slowly walked over greeting her former team. 

The Karasuno team (minus Tsukki and Yuki) was so excited to see (Y/N). “Good luck today guys! Even though I’m at Johsai now, you know once a crow always a crow!” Y/N smiled cheekily, making the rest of the team laugh. 

“Babe what did you just say?!” Oikawa had snuck up behind his girlfriend, pretending to be offended, drawing more laughs from the team. Tsukki averted his eyes, stomach slightly nauseated at the sight. 

Yuki on the other hand was sneering internally, looks like (Y/N) really did not need Tsukishima at all. But upon second glance at her new boyfriend, Yuki’s heart did a little skip. “Wow, Seijoh’s captain really is as cute as the rumors, why does (Y/N) always get the cute guys?” Yuki did a glance over at (Y/N), “I mean i guess she’s pretty, but i’m prettier, or why else would Tsukki leave her for me?” With that, Yuki fluffed her hair, a hint of mischief gleaming in her eyes as she made sure she would be in (Y/N)’s field of vision before she strode over to Tsukki. Standing before her tall boyfriend, Yuki pulled him down forcefully and gave him a passionate kiss, opening her eyes to make sure (Y/N) was looking at them. 

Yuki expected to see pain in her eyes. Yuki was convinced (Y/N) was still not over Tsukishima and was just using Oikawa as a rebound. What she did not expect was a tiny smile of pity Y/N had on her face. Yuki was infuriated, “you know what?  how dare you pity me? I’ll steal your new boyfriend too” . 

Yuki blew her boyfriend a good luck kiss before heading toward (Y/N) and Oikawa. 

“Hi (Y/n) long time now see! you look well, whose this? your new boyfriend? you snatched yourself a cute one again”, with that Yuki put her hand on Oikawa biceps, “so strong too”.

Oikawa looked down at her flirty attempt in disgust, pulled his arms away forcefully, before pulling (Y/N) towards him and yelled out “You homewrecker, be gone!”  

Yuki couldn’t stop the blood from rushing to her cheeks, the gym suddenly fell quiet. Yuki thought everyone was warming up, unaware they were all watching and listening in. The Karasuno team snickered behind her, thinking she got what she deserved. Yuki ran out of the room, Tsukishima not even bothering to chase her. 

Watching Yuki’s little attempt at stealing Oikawa left Tsukishima feeling nauseous. Needless to say, Seijoh easily won the game that day. 

♫All my friends are drunk again And I'm stumblin' back to bed all by myself♫

A few weeks passed, Tsukishima eventually ended things with Yuki when he realized how his life has taken a turn for the worse since he allowed Yuki into his life. Yamaguchi sighed a sigh of relief when Tsukishima told him. 

Laying in bed at night, Tsukki could not help the tears of frustration from escaping as he viewed your instagram profile. All remnants of him were gone, replaced by Oikawa Toru. Pictures of Oikawa kissing (Y/N), pictures of picnic dates, movie dates...Tsukki shut his eyes. 

♫ I never have thought When you're gone I'd find it hard to carry on And it's probably 'cause I fell in love way back then ♫

With a sigh, Tsukishima turned off his phone, a sob finally escaping his chest. He hurt and threw away the love of his life. It’s all too late, realized Tsukishima as he cry himself to sleep with (Y/N) on the other side of town, blissfully wrapped in the tight embrace of Oikawa Toru.