#ily fuyu :((((

[nostalgic-muffins]

trans LEVI💥 trans SATAN💥 trans BELPHIE💥 trans LUCIFER💥

[seijorhi]

Heyy, I'm quite nervous since this is my first time interacting with someone here, but i really wanted to let you know that i absolutely love your works, i can't remember how many times I've re-read "hemorrhage", because the way that you've written it in hinata's pov is just hmm *chef's kiss*. That's all really, thank you for giving us those stories and remember to always stay healthy 😊

ahh nonnie you're so cute, thank youuu!!! <33

[sennsational]

Fuyu said it wasn't fair that you're with holding boba from him but I stand by your decision, especially since he's such a party pooper

Oho, do you think it's cute when I go help those ankle-biters? They miss ya, you should stop by more often (*cough cough*) Ngl, Kiyo has been kicking ass and I'm so fucking proud of that kid. He gets it from me 😏

That hoodie is all yours, sayang. I would never complain, come rub your snot all over my clothes 😛

if Fuyu shuts his mouth and pretends he didn’t see anything, then I won’t have to with hold him anything 🥴 regardless, we should still do it cause fuck my boss honestly

‘ankle biters’ jeez babes, did you learn that one from @imaushi-ji or smth?? these nicknames are getting wilder, but my fave will always be ‘demon spawns’ and yes it’s maybeperhapsslightly cute when you do 😳 I will def stop by more often! esp since Kiyo is getting even better at his fighting technique, thanks to his dad +++ he told me that next time he will challenge the old fart for a fighting match and no way will I miss out on that one 👁️

hehehe, even if you said no i would still take the hoodie, but thank you regardless 🥰 and ew, why doesn’t your answer surprise me? remind me to buy you new clothes after 🥴 also ily 🤍

[firstdivision]

୨ eyes locked, hands locked ୧

— chifuyu x fem reader

— college au

— 1.4k words

୨ notes ୧

MY FIRST FIC idk why i'm extremely nervous ummm hope you like it bye. i gave myself heartache w this so sorry if the same happens to you. also this is inspired by an irl interaction w a classmate but minus fuyu unfortunately the guy is still a freak who cannot take a hint.

“so have you ever tried that?”

you blink and bring your focus back to him. “tried what?”

the man in front of you doesn’t mind that you were not paying one bit of attention to him but instead perks up, eager to share his knowledge regardless of whether you are listening or not. “i guess you don’t know about risky withdrawals then? i actually attended a seminar on this the other day,” and relaunches into his spiel about conservative investing habits and holding on to equity.

something starting with a w, wataru? watanabe? you wrinkle your nose as you catch a glimpse of the stain on his collar. yuck. he had arrived late to class but unfortunately not late enough to squeeze into the seat behind you and stretch his legs out underneath your chair for the entire class period. he had tugged your shirt sleeve as you were leaving and asked you to share the notes he missed. you weren’t naive enough to miss the implications - he was barely five minutes late for god’s sake - but you had thought it would be rude to decline and as he added the promise of a free iced coffee, you rolled your eyes and agreed, figuring that you would let him take pictures of your notes and make small talk until your drink was made, then dip. fifteen minutes later, here you are. the guy didn’t even introduce himself, preferring to present himself as some kind of education machine. he keeps running his fingers through his hair in a way that he probably thinks is attractive but only brings you secondhand mortification, which coupled with the pungent smell of drugstore cologne makes you want to gag. you absentmindedly take a sip of your drink and nod along while reaching for your phone inside your tote.

you: HELP /

mitchuuuuya 😘: ?

mitchuuuuya 😘: what

you: elon musks clone wont stop talking to me were at tje cafe in north court

mitchuuuuya 😘: WHAT

mitchuuuuya 😘: WTF?

you: IK HELP ARE U PN CAMPUS STILL??

mitchuuuuya 😘: IM SO SORRY IM AT THE GIRLS SCHOOL

mitchuuuuya 😘: they’re being let out in ten minutes and i can reach campus in another ten. do you want me to call yuzuha to go find you in the meantime?

mitchuuuuya 😘: wait.

mitchuuuuya 😘: i have an idea

you: ????

you watch the three dots wiggle before they stop altogether. you assume this means yuzuha will be arriving shortly and you let out a breath and shake your drink, feeling a weight lifted off your shoulders.

"you know, i found it really admirable that you took an upper-division biochem course this quarter." he seems to have finally gotten tired of holding the conversation by himself and turns the topic to you. looking at him with hooded eyes, you question, "why? everyone in our major usually starts upper-divs this quarter to graduate on time."

he runs his hand through his hair again, "it's just, you know, females don't really take biochem. i feel like most of them just want to show off. but it's cool that you did though." you feel a vein twitch in your forehead and you sit up straight, "what on earth are you trying to sa-"

“i found my baby," a familiar voice cackles from above you. no. no no nonononononono. chifuyu is not here. you're dreaming. w-something's voice finally put you to sleep and this is a dream. you lean your head back and no one other than chifuyu kisses you square on the lips with an obnoxious smack. you spin around and stand up to place your hands on his chest and look up at him with a small giggle. he wraps one arm snugly around you and teasingly dips the other down to squeeze the back of your jeans. sensing what he intends to insinuate, you stifle a laugh and playfully mess with the front strands of his hair as he pecks every inch of your face.

your classmate clears his throat, visibly uncomfortable. “is this your boyfriend?”

sporting a tiny grin, chifuyu intertwines your fingers and turns to him. “more like trophy husband. isn’t that right, miss research grant winner?” he looks at you with a gleam in his eye and gently tugs at your earlobe.

you can’t stop the giddiness from welling up at the look of soft determination and pride in his eyes. despite the show he is putting on right now, his words are not lies. the one you first shared the news with, the one who dropped everything to celebrate with you, the one who dashed up to you the moment the cameras turned off and presented you with what was quite possibly the largest bouquet you had ever seen. maybe your favorite boy in the world. the two of you joke that he is the brawns and you are the brains of this relationship but you’re sure that he is in fact the heart.

your classmate crumples his cup and stands up, no way left for him to save his pride, and he is thankfully able to take that hint at least. “i’ll see you around then?” you shrug. “maybe.”

you and chifuyu watch him leave before bursting into laughter. you turn in his arms and poke his cheek. “what are you doing here fuyu? i thought you had practice.”

he moves to bite your finger but you pull it back and try to break free from his arms; he simply tugs you back and you relax against his chest, the two of you in your own little world. “coach’s wife went into labor so everything got cancelled - mitsuya called and said someone was trying to steal my girl. you look pretty today, pumpkin.” he twirls a strand of your hair around his finger. you roll your eyes at his haste to change the subject and to try and disguise the flutter that runs through your chest at his words, “stop flirting.”

he flashes his cute lopsided grin, all teeth, and you nearly go blind for a moment. “what? why are you shy? it’s the truth. you look sooo pretty. my pretty girl.” he punctuates this with a wet kiss on the apple of your cheek.

“honestly fuyu, are you my boyfriend or my dog? you’re slobbering all over my face like one,” and he playfully barks twice, earning a few dirty looks from the students and staff at nearby tables. he throws his head back and cackles as you flush a rosy pink and clutch his arm to lead him outside before the two of you get banned for engaging in questionably inappropriate behavior.

“pumpkiiiiin,” he whines but is taken aback when you suddenly bury your face in his chest in the middle of the walkway, “whoa, whoa, is everything alright?”

your words come out slightly muffled from his sweatshirt but they reassure him, “yeah, it’s just been a long day.” you lift your head to peek up at him with wide eyes, “can we go to your place?” his hands cradle the back of your head with the most feathery touch that completely contradicts his tone as he teases you with an obnoxious “oh pumpkin you missed me thaaaat much?”

embarrassed, you stuff your face back into his chest and mumble a half-hearted "shut up. i’ve only been able to see you through a screen this week so why wouldn’t i…?” and his face transforms with a soft smile. chifuyu snakes his hands under your blouse to rub circles on your waist. i’m sorry pumpkin, let me make it up to you today. and i don’t have practice for the rest of this week so how about we go on a drive tomorrow, hmm? how does that sound?”

you ghost a feather-light kiss on his mouth as your response. how did you get so lucky to be able to call him yours? chifuyu looks down at you fondly, cheeks ripening red in a shy smile. he caresses your jaw with one hand and pulls you into a deeper kiss, to which you promptly part your lips on command. he hisses and runs his tongue over your bottom lip.

you reluctantly pull away from him, remembering far too late that the two of you are in a public location in the middle of a weekday and tug his hand, twisting his rings and beckoning him towards his apartment. he blinks himself out of the dazed look he had been giving you and reaches over to smooth out the strands of your hair that got mussed due to him before bringing your intertwined fingers up to his mouth for a soft kiss.

“lead the way, my pretty girl.”

— firstdivision

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[man4jiro]

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[rueren]

you and chifuyu

IM GIGGLING SO HARD OHMYGOD YES YES YES ITS US, HES HALF DONE W ME BEGGING FOR ATTENTION ALL THE TIME BUT HE LOVES IT >.< m kickin my feet n squealing omgomg i love him sm i wanna kiss him so bad

[hanniejji]

FUYU MY BABIE KSNDKSFNSK

[kakujis]

i cant believe exams took over me to the point ive missed the chifuyu work i req and now i read it (after a whole week.. what a shame) ITS SO GOOD?!?!? and at some points wayyyy too relatable n the friend is literally. like that aha it was worth the time SO bad i’m literally in love <3_<3 thank u soooo much for taking the time to write my request god how i LOVE ur work and the way u write chifuyu.. so well aaa i can imagine him reacting like that (esp when he knocked him out LOL) thank u again<33333 hope u’re havinf an amazinf dayy!!!

hiya nonnie!!! i'm sorry, i saw this earlier but i was out n about n couldn't respond! ALSO IM SO GLAD YOU ENJOYED... i was soooo worried u wouldnt see it cus it took me sooo dang long to write it out omgomg. ╥﹏╥... this message literally has me smiling like mad eeep!! thank YOU so much for enjoying what i wrote !!! <333 that was my fav part to write.. like yes fuyu honey, u knock him out n LEAVE!! i hope ur havin an amazing day n ty for being my first req ehe ily fr fr!!!

[renecdote]

First impression: ohhhh, love their fic, love their ideas on the bats, great person!

Current impression: damnit, but I didn't NEED a new fandom! Oh well, still love the fic and the insights on the new characters, STILL a great person, plus great pet pics! 😁

Does anyone ever really *need* a new fandom? Do we not simply fall into them gracelessly without conscious choice? 😂

tell me your first impression of me vs your impression of me now

[jj-the-depressed-one]

given broke my heart and idek why

[enbyworth]

Kaz: Ain't no stoppin the Souda Train!

Fuyu: Tch...

[danganronpaprideicons]

you f o o l, i am 5'7- -[mod fuyu from you know where-]

Do you wanna go Fuyu? You come into my house and say this to me, and think you can get away with it? I bet you can’t stack a step stool on a chair and keep your balance like I have adapted to. I bet you’re the kind of kid who touches the doorframe to mock me. Pathetic.

Boom. Roasted. Owned.

 @dangankinner-aeshetics

[sungie]

BELOW OUR KITCHEN LIGHTS: MATSUNO CHIFUYU X GN!READER

a/n: i love chifuyu <333

trope: hurt/comfort

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The mug of tea in your hand clatters against the table as Chifuyu wraps his arms around your waist, resting his head in the crook of your neck. He presses a kiss to your shoulder in silent apology. “I missed you. What're you making so late?" 

"Tea. Want some?"

He’s just taken a shower. Damp hair brushes against your skin as he shakes his head. He smells like that expensive bottle of coconut showergel you brought over for nights spent at his place – the cheek pressed against your skin feels so soft you don’t have the heart to tell him off. 

“Sorry,” he mumbles, as if he can read your mind, “I used your body wash. It smells nice.”

“I don’t mind if it’s you.” 

Chifuyu chuckles softly. “Yeah, yeah. I know you don’t like sharing.” He tilts his head to press a kiss beneath your jaw. “Don’t worry, I’ll buy you more. Let’s go shopping tomorrow. My treat.”  

“Chifuyu?” 

He perks up slightly. “Yeah?” 

“Go to sleep.” 

Chifuyu deflates. His chin slumps against your shoulder. “I never see you anymore.”

His arms unconsciously tighten, almost as if he’s terrified you’ll pull away without him even noticing. “I don’t want to be alone tonight.” 

His words hit you right in the gut. He’s right.

Work sends you home late, pushes Chifuyu out the door before you even wake up. Late night take-out in the fridge with post-it notes on the counter:

Got you some katsu – warm it up in the microwave <3 Love you. Psst there’s my left-over tempura in the fridge if you want (probably soggy tho >.<)

Flowers delivered to his office with notes sent up by the doorman–sorry i missed you last night, ‘fuyu. thanks for the katsu, let’s eat together next time. ilys–matched with a text appearing an hour later–and chifuyu! i love you <3 not sure when you’ll get it, but i maxed the character limit on the flowers

He must misinterpret your silence. "(Y/N)? What’s wrong?"

“Chifuyu,” you murmur. 

“I know it’s hard, but give me one more chance. I’ll do better.” 

“What?” 

“Don’t break up with me,” Chifuyu whispers. “I can’t do this without you.”

As soon as the words form, he sighs, shaking his head as if in trance. "Oh god. That sounds so shitty. I mean, we can. But let’s do it tomorrow. Not right now."

Break up with him?

“What? No, Chifuyu, that's not–” You face him, voice softening. “Hey. Look at me. I’m not going anywhere.”

“You're not?” His voice lilts with confusion, relief, and above all, overwhelming exhaustion.

It suddenly occurs to you that Chifuyu normally takes morning showers. Did he take that night-shower to stay awake for you? 

“I love you, ‘fuyu.” You say gently. “I'm sorry for being upset lately. I am, but it's not you. Just ... a lot of work and a crappy boss."

Chifuyu leans into your hand. He nods, a breath he'd been holding finally escaping his lips. "Oh. That makes two of us."

"You make me happy. Really. I’m not going anywhere.”

At the pained look in his eyes, you continue. “Home’s with you.”

“I,” Chifuyu whispers, “I needed to hear that.” He blinks, then presses a hand to his forehead. "I'm not ... thinking straight. Toman's going through it, and Takemichi’s not making things any less difficult."

You press a kiss to his forehead. “Come on, let’s go to bed.” 

With the lights out and Chifuyu’s back pressed to your chest, you press your lips to the back of his neck. “Get some sleep, okay? We'll talk more later."

"I'll be at a dinner party tomorrow night, but I'm staying home all until then. Taking you out, remember? And then we have the weekend." Chifuyu thumbs little circles into your arms wrapped around his waist. “I love you,” he whispers. “You know that, right?” 

"Yeah." You breathe into his oversized t-shirt. Traces of catnip linger among the detergent and coconut showergel. Your coconut bodywash. Him and you. "Yeah, I know."

[hanayumi]

𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬

— matsuno chifuyu x fem!reader (nsfw) 🔞

fluff!!! happy birthday weeks in advance <3 ily fuyu

There’s a tiny nibble on your ear.

His arm coils around your waist like a child whose toy is being snatched, as if pleading you not to go. You don’t. Not even hail the size of asteroids can pry you from his arms in this moment.

“Just getting comfy,” you reassure, laughing lightly. The little grunt you hear tells you that he’s just about halfway into dreamland… and intends to take you with him. You chase the warmth, chase his touch; lying on your side and pressing your ear beneath Chifuyu’s jaw to the crook of his neck, you listen for the gentle thud of his pulse, admiring the frayed threads of his sweater. You wonder if he’ll let you borrow it later. He’s always so warm… even when it’s winter.

You reach forward, craving the warmth you know radiates from the palm of his hand. His hands are big — like you could hold one with both hands and still be warm. Or maybe it’s him. In winters you like to shove your fists in his coat pockets because they bested even the thickest mittens in your possession (Is that so? he teased, and yes it is, you replied, wringing your hands with his).

“A human furnace,” you mumble, a sleepy smile on your face.

“What?”

You can hear him arch an eyebrow, face scrunched up despite his eyes still glued shut.

“What?” you echo, nuzzling your face affectionately into the collar of his wooly sweater, wrapping an arm around the softness of the material. It smells like vanilla and the hot chocolate he made earlier (before you both decided the snow was a little too heavy for a morning stroll). The confused little noise he makes rumbles in his chest and makes you giggle again. “Stay like this,” you say, letting the heat engulf you, inch by inch. Like being doused in a gentle flame.

There’s a slight shuffle as he settles further into the plush couch, taking you into his arms. “Of course,” he whispers, fingers threaded in your hair. Snow envelopes the town beyond the window, fogged over with winter frost. It must be freezing outside. Beyond the protective layer of your shared blanket there’s a persistent chill nipping at your ankles, albeit they are entangled with his. Socks were always an option but you could never turn down any opportunity to feel his skin against yours. And it’s strange, you think — with him like this, huddled in his arms like this, your chest blooms with enough warmth to keep you cozy for the rest of the season.

You take Chifuyu’s hand and give in to the desire to rub it against your cheek, feeling for his pulse once again. Warm. Of course. “Love you,” he says softly into the silence, apparently fully awake now, as if testing out the words on his tongue. When he talks like this, voice so roughed up with sleep yet so blatantly intimate, it sends a pleasant buzz singing in your blood. You know he’s looking at you but you close your eyes and pretend not to notice, muttering back a ‘love you too’ as his thumb caresses your cheek. It’s good to savour this feeling, you think.

“Cold?” You shake your head lightly. “You sure?” His lips move to your ear, nuzzling playfully. “Your fingers feel ice cold.”

“I know. Fix it.” You can’t help but grin into his touch. It kinda tickles but makes you feel fuzzy at the same time.

“Ah, I know how,” he plays along, taking your hand and placing it on the back of his neck. You fight a yawn, eyes fluttering open. Hm?

Locks of your hair are brushed to the side. Before you know it, a pair of lips settle onto your throat, pinching and then suckling until they leave a tiny red mark. You smile knowingly. Well, that’s one way to make you wear his turtlenecks.

“Nooooo. ‘m sleepy.” You feign a wince when he sucks particularly hard, fingers playing with the short strands of hair on the back of his neck, but to your dismay he’s not the slightest bit ticklish. Purrs in content, even. He licks over the shape of the newly left hickey, as if putting finishing touches to his handiwork. When he’s satisfied, he lines kisses along your jaw until you whine at him.

“Sleepy?”

“Mhm.” Your eyes close again. You picture him puffing out his cheeks in mock disappointment.

“Then…” he trails, mischievous on purpose, fingers tip-toeing to where the hem of your sleep shirt ends, brushing over your inner thigh. Your lips part in a muted gasp. “Can I touch you?”

Warm breath brushes against your collarbone. The blanket is in the way so he tugs it off of you. “Promise it’s just for a little while. It’s cold, isn’t it? Let me make you feel good.”

“Well, that’s just being unfair,” you say, cracking an eye open, letting him kick off the blanket. You’ll have to pinch his cheeks for that later. “You know I can’t refuse when you talk like that.”

“Hah?” he exclaims under his breath, a daring smirk curling on his lips. “Like what?”

“Just like—ah—”

Chifuyu’s arm snakes under your thigh, yanking it upwards so the thin garment bunches at your hip, exposing your underwear for him. Your face heats up in embarrassment, a chill shooting up your spine as cool air brushes against your bare skin. “Hey!”

“My girlfriend’s a cutie, isn’t she?” he sings, tracing the outline of your slit through your panties with a fingertip. His voice drags teasingly, cooing at the whimper that you fail to stifle. (Way too smug!)

“Soft and cute and knows just how to fucking turn me on.” A forceful nudge against your clit sends you keening; a squeeze to the swell of your breast and he’s chuckling.

“Got me this addicted to her, and yet—”

He pinches your bud through the thin cotton, while his finger applies pressure on your sensitive pearl. A jolt of pleasure sends your thighs tensing, your mouth dropping open in a meek cry.

“Still so shy. Aren’t you?” He releases his grip, index finger dipping under the fabric, prodding against the little hole that leaks with your arousal. Your hips raise on instinct, body switching to autopilot as a weak denial spills from your lips. Chasing his touch, again — his warmth can come in many different forms, it seems. Gathering up your slick, rubbing your nipple between his fingers, and drawing some more kittenish mewls from you, he circles your puckering entrance before slipping a finger in, starting a slow and meticulous pace.

“Ah… hngh— ‘fuyu…”

Your toes curl as he brushes against your g-spot, feeling your walls suck him in deeper and deeper. He loves to indulge in this little pleasure. You let him manoeuvre your thighs further apart, head lolling to the side, breathing in vanilla tinged with chocolate and soft heat. One finger, and then two — “You’re taking it so well, (Name). Were you waiting for me to play with your greedy pussy?”

No! You weren’t! You’re so needy it’s cute, you want to say, but anything beyond breathless gasps is hard to muster when he keeps rubbing against the spongy spot that has your vision fading to inky black. His fingers twist and scissor inside you, as if reaching for the tiny opening of your womb; only to pull back, the pads of his fingers deliberately dragging against every inch of your pussy, making the room echo with soft squelches. It’s cold, yes — but everywhere he touches is warm.

A knot tightens in your gut, thrust after thrust, a familiar feeling that has you bucking your hips higher as if strung along by an uncontrollable sensation. He lets you cling to him, building up your orgasm with practiced ease, with a thumb rubbing on your clit. Higher and higher, abusing the fleshy bundle of nerves, and you can feel yourself crumbling apart by the second —

“A-ah… go slower, won’t you.” Your fingers curl around his wrist, tugging without much force. He chuckles, fingers pulling out almost entirely so he can make a show of your juices clinging to the soaked digits — evidence of his unwarranted teasing — before matching each languid thrust of his fingers with the roll of your hips. You sigh in pleasure, voicing your contentment. It feels good, like you could ride out this pleasant feeling for ages and still it wouldn’t get old. The kind of pleasure that you derive more from the chase than the reward. Perhaps, he always knows just how to make you click. You realise you like it that way.

Your eyes fall half-lidded — this is it, you think — stifling a scream as you hit the peak of euphoria. You throw your head back, every bone going rigid, falling over the edge in hazy bliss in tandem with his fingers inside your womb. And when you fall he’s right there to catch you, whispering praises of how your blissed-out state only makes him want to ruin you more. He holds you tight as you come down from your high, step by step, one hand cushioning your jaw and rubbing small circles into your chin, the other still petting softly on your button. Ah…

“So? What do you think? Felt good, right?”

“No,” you bite back a grin. Your chest heaves and sweat glistens on your forehead, already feeling cool even as your boyfriend radiates heat. Perhaps, he’ll let you off with a lazy blowjob so you can catch more sleep before the afternoon arrives. Then he’ll learn his lesson not to play with you when it’s so damn early in the morning.

“Kiss me then,” he frowns, and this is the one thing you can’t refuse. Your tongues rub against each other, feeling for intimacy, for something — maybe, you wonder, if you keep this up all that warmth stored in his body might transfer to you. But even if it doesn’t, you know. Warmth and heat alike is easy to come by, but Chifuyu’s love is priceless. Nothing could ever replace him. You throw your leg over his waist as the kiss deepens, pressing your wet slit against the hardness in his boxers. Again and again, he gets his way — perhaps it was written in his blood to please you and in yours to obey him.

When you pull away, gasping for air, he refuses to let you go. His fingertips trace the outline of your shoulder blades, dipping into the small of your back down to your hips, as if driving every line and curve into his brain, again and again; his mind wanders when he looks at you, your gentle smile and soulful eyes — will things stay like this forever?

The giggle that bursts forth when he brushes over your weak spot tells him yes.

[man4jiro]

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