#kushami asks

[kushami-hime]

umm so what are your thoughts about fucking with dabi's nose piercings to get a reaction from him 👀🫦

My thoughts are horni and I may or may not have included a reference to that in the current wav commission 👀

Now you got me thinking about laying my head in his chest with a good view of his nostrils while I sort of just ever so gentle rub my finger tips around the metal studs and watch his nose react to the stimulation in real time, damn it 🥵🥵

[goodlucksnez]

It's time to sharpen your skills.

Merry Christmas everyone!!!

I participated in the secret Santa that @kawaii-kushami…so my secret Santa is….@sneezydarling

they asked for fuk/uf/uku from b/ungo stray dogs, so here is a short fic sorry it is not longer (life got in the way)

Also has a bit of mess, sorry if you don’t like it. Also, I am really bad with spelling sneezes, so I did not.

Summery: In their mid twenties before fate would tear them apart Fu/ku/zawa and Fu/kuc/hi, were brothers in arms, or lovers if they were alone. One holiday season Fu/kuc/hi caught a cold and luckily his boyfriend is there to make him feel better!

CW: caretaking, sneezing,mentions of mess (not much), fever mentions

Fukuchi hadn’t spoken a word all night. That was the first clue that something was wrong. He would usually stir at around 4 or 5 am, an ungodly hour as far as Fukuzawa was aware, and whisper something about doing sword training or making a cup of tea. Still, being woken up before the sun wasn’t exactly appealing, and so he slept on, oblivious to the fact that beside him, Fukuchi did the same. The heat rolling off his boyfriend’s body was what woke him up and was the second clue. Disgruntled, Fukuzawa huffed and scoffed and finally rolled away from Fukuchi, kicking off the covers while he was at it. “Hey,” he grumbled, finally turning to face the other. “You’re burning up. I’m suffering.” No answer. The third clue, as Fukuchi always answered him. Worried now, Fukuzawa sat up, watching Fukuchi’s sleeping form for a moment before crawling over and gently placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey,” he murmured, gently shaking the other. Fukuchi’s breath stuttered, and his dark eyes slowly peeled open and focused on Fukuzawa. Even in the washed-out, dim lighting, Fukuzawa could make out a slight flush across the other’s face and a glazed look to his eyes. Hesitantly, he reached out and put his hand on Fukuchi’s forehead. “Jesus, Fukuchi. You’re burning up.” He got only a groggy blink as an answer, and his own eyes narrowed. “I told you that outing yesterday was a bad idea. You remember? You’d left your scarf at home?” The day before, they’d had some rare time off, during which Fukuchi had insisted, against every rational argument Fukuzawa could come up with, that they fill that time with even more practice.

Fukuzawa had a feeling his very rational and compelling arguments would have won out on their way back to the temple, but as fate would have it, at that very moment, they had passed by a public Kenjutsu and Fukuchi’s stupid face had lit up with so much childish glee that Fukuzawa had had a hard time saying no. And so, after an hour and a half of standing around outside without a scarf and eight hours of sleep indoors, apparently, Fukuchi had gotten himself sick. With an exaggerated sigh that covered up how worried he actually was, Fukuzawa leaned over and switched on the tiny lamp they kept in the room, scrubbing at his eyes with a fist. “Hold on. If you get out of this bed, I’ll kick your ass. I don’t care if you’ve got the flu.”

With that, he jumped out of bed still in his nightclothes, padding across the floor like a cat and gradually turning on all the lights as he went. Habit, he told himself. He glanced at the clock as he rifled through the medicine in the pantry- 7:13. He swore under his breath and grabbed a few different bottles, as well as a glass of water, and made his way back into the bedroom. Fukuchi was sitting up now, looking at him with misty eyes that squinted at him through the light in the room. Fukuzawa set the pills and the water on a side table and glared, hands going to his hips as he raised an eyebrow at the man. Fukuchi’s voice was scratchy when he answered. “At least I didn’t get out of the bed.”

“Don’t care. This still counts as exerting yourself.” Fukuzawa snarked back, turning dismissively and starting to pour a few pills out onto the counter. Fukuchi pressed further, “How could I take the medicine if I didn’t sit up first?” Fukuzawa began to answer, his pointer finger raised, when he stopped, his jaw snapping shut as he turned away again. “Fair.” He admitted. “But your incessant need to backtalk is a form of wasting energy.” He turned back, smirking and presenting the glass of water for Fukuchi to take. “Nice try though.” Fukuchi, with a complacent smile, went quiet and obediently took his medicine, wincing as the pills scraped against his sore throat as they went down. He let out an exasperated sigh as he flopped back down into the sheets, casting a pitiful look up at Fukuzawa. “I feel gross...” he took a tentative sniff. “And I can’t breathe.” He paused as his face began to take on a painful grimace as his breath began to gather in intensity. Fukuchi never did anything by halves and from the looks of his twitching nostrils this was going to be the start of a very messy cold.

Fukuzawa sat at the edge of the bed, scooting closer, grabbing the oversized sleeve of his tunic he hovered it in front of the twitching man nose. “I got you”. That seemed to be the tipping point and the man beneath him sneezed harshly against the rough fabric. “Should I say bless you or call a priest? You still have a soul or was the expelled out along with…” He paused looking at the damage done but doesn’t continue as the man laying in the bed starts hitching more. He tugged the blanket away from Fukuchi’s body, which the other responded to with a slight shiver and another desperate hitch. Fukuzawa felt a stab of guilt. “I know. It’ll be over soon.” He then took a deep breath- this was going to be bad- and reached down, gathering Fukuchi up in his arms and lifting. Fukuchi stayed in desperate limbo, having complete trust in Fukuzawa’s actions. Fukuzawa allowed himself to be stunned for a moment before he smirked down at the man in his arms and ran his tip of his fingernail over the later nose. The effect was instantaneous, and the man jolted with harsh sneezes that even Fukuzawa felt guilty for causing them.

When the fit calmed down, they were both flushed. “Is it broken?” Fukuchi mumbled as he was placed back down on the mat. Fukuzawa turned from where he was wiping the blanket which was destroyed and arched one of his perfect brows. “What?” Fukuchi blinked slowly at him. “My nose is it broken.” Fukuzawa didn’t answer for a moment, pure disbelief running through him before he turned back to him. “No, it is not broken, you have a bad cold sneezing is just a-”

“If you say part of having a cold I will kill you-”

“You would not, then who would spar with you?” He let out a mock huff of frustration. “Unbelievable, love bug. Hurry up and blow your nose.” Fukuchi, despite his various aches and pains, managed his own very dramatic eyeroll, noticed but ignored by Fukuzawa, before he began to blow his nose. “Gross,” he muttered, finally onto the floor and placing his hand on his forehead.

Within a few minutes Fukuchi began to feel achy and cold again, going to burrow back under the blankets as Fukuzawa took his turn wiping the other nose, and talking about antibodies so something unimportant. If a headache hadn’t chosen that moment to start pounding in Fukuchi’s skull, he would have let him continue. Still, he had to admit, it seemed Fukuzawa was trying to keep his own voice down, which Fukuchi was immensely grateful for. He tried to express the sentiment to Fukuzawa, but all that came out were sleepy, unintelligible mumbles. “Go back to sleep.” Fukuzawa whispered, carding his fingers through Fukuchi’s hair. “It’s still another few hours until you can take those pills again. I’ll be right here.”

That was an order that was hard to ignore, and before he knew it Fukuchi was blinking awake again, the fuzz in his head clearing and allowing him to register that Fukuzawa had not, in fact, kept his promise. He reached out and felt the Fukuzawa-shaped indent on the other side of the bed; still warm. He sighed, sensing calling out would be a bad idea, if the pain in his throat was anything to go by. He didn’t want to worry his boyfriend either; he recalled the time he’d called Fukuzawa’s name from the kitchen, prompting the other to panic and race in half-dressed, demanding which knife he’d cut himself on. It hadn’t taken long to reassure Fukuzawa he was fine and had only been looking for a pan, but the fearful look in those eyes still haunted him. So, he closed his eyes and lay still for a few minutes more, looking up as Fukuzawa came in, a steaming bowl in his hands.

Fukuchi’s face turned questioning as he watched a blush spread its way across Fukuzawa’s face. “I thought you’d like some soup… I read that when you are sick chicken soup is especially rich in a compound called carnosine, and it's this that studies suggest helps reduce that stuffy, congested feeling in your nose and throat.” He states while setting the soup on the side table and once more shaking out a couple of pills from their respective bottles. The dopey, lovestruck look on Fukuchi’s face was soon replaced with his trademark fond smile, the one only Fukuzawa earned, and he sat up and began making his way through the bowl of soup, letting the warmth soothe his throat and inching closer to Fukuzawa when the other sat beside him.

Halfway through his meal, Fukuchi let the spoon clink back into the bowl and leaned into Fukuzawa with a very uncharacteristic whine. Fukuzawa’s tone was firm but not cold as one hand snaked up to rub at the nape of Fukuchi’s neck. “You should finish it.” He murmured. “You won’t have what you need to get better otherwise.” Fukuchi didn’t answer, just nuzzled closer, seeking the coolness of Fukuzawa’s skin. “It’s hot.” Was all he said, earning a look. He pulled back for a moment, worried he’d said something wrong, before Fukuzawa turned to face him, cupping Fukuchi’s face in his hands and gently pressing his palms to Fukuchi’s face. “Better?” Fukuchi stared, feeling his chest starting to tighten. He really does love me. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep soon after that.

[bladedhunter]

which of your muses wants to marry / wants kids?

Thanks for the ask!

The marry list is longer, we'll start with that:

Naruto muses: Kakashi, Tsunade, Sasuke, Jiraiya, Hinata, Kushami, Itachi, Choji, Rock Lee, Tenten, Rin!

Other muses: Jasper, Robyn, Nami (poly-marriage!), March 7th and Sushang when they're older, and Tifa!

Despite being mildly to severely traumatized by the shinobi life, my Naruto muses who would want kids are:

Hiruzen, but all the villagers are his children ;)

Jiraiya, if he settles down with the right person

Itachi, but with who?

Rock Lee, but he reproduces asexually ofc

Of my non-Naruto muses, it would be:

Robyn, as she already has a kid!

Vander, who adopts all the kids (well, four of them)

Tifa, who just cares about all the kids

[nametakensff]

hi hello hey!! for the ask game, 💌 📌 + ☂️? have a good day/night!!

Thank you! 💕 have a lovely day/night yourself!

💌 why did you start this blog?

Oooh, so I started this blog for a bunch of reasons. The first is that the forum has been kind of dead for a while, and snzblr has been getting more and more popular. I've been a silent lurker for a long time because I get very cautious about online communities in general. Just. Because you know how the internet can be lol. I've been on the edge about making an actual blog for years.

The second reason is because basically I was sending anon messages to @kawaii-kushami because they were putting out such amazing g/olden k/amuy content and it got to the point where I was like fuck it. I'll write something and ~reveal~ myself, as it were 🤣 and it felt so nice to make something fetishy again I was like yeah. Blog time.

Third reason is purely because I was consuming SO MANY s/trangers t/hings fics on here when the latest season had just come out - it was these fics as well as people nagging me at work to pick up the show again because I would love e/ddie (they were right) that got me back into s/tranger t/hings in the first place. And I was like okay I want to write some stuff and also have an archive for all these fics (which are still sitting in my drafts waiting to be reblogged uggg)

But. Yeah, basically I reached a breaking point with my lurking and decided to just start creating and interacting and it's been great so far 🥰

📌 what is the fic you're known for

Oh, wow, I guess none in particular? The most popular one regarding notes is this one where e/ddie is gradually overwhelmed by multiple allergies, which I really had fun writing as well!

☂️ your favourite fanfic from another writer

Fuckkkk there are SO many writers on here I love with so many great fics!! I thought about this for a while and picked this fic by @poetic-illness, because it was the first s/tranger t/hings snzfic I ever read and one of my favs to revisit. I read it before I even knew who e/ddie was lol and it very quickly made me want to find out. It's so kinky, I just love it!

[bladedhunter]

Kushami had asked her question, but... no answer came. The woman just stared at her, one leg kicked up, while the blonde waited for an answer. Finally, the other seemed to realize that the question might be directed at her.

She nodded three times. "Yup, you!" she said, not with any idea that it maybe was a rhetorical question, since there was no one else there. But another moment passed, a long one, it seemed to Kushami, after she had answered that possibly rhetorical question, where the woman didn't say anything.

Then her arms lowered, and she finally spoke, welcoming Kushami to the place called the Hidden Leaf. "It's hidden?" she repeated, looking around. It didn't... seem very hidden. It was a big village and she had just happened upon it on her way here.

But the other questions confused her. "Uh, um," she said. "I--no? I think no? I know how to use chakra to do jutsu but I'm not a ninja!" she reassured her, like she truly believed she was right. "And I'm not from a village. I'm from--a tower. But I left the tower. For--" Her eyes went distant, remembering. She shuddered. "Reasons. And yeah. I didn't see the gate."

This was when she sat down on the ground. Her feet hurt too much. "Hey, do you have any water?"

A scurry from the vault of Aina's vision had compelled her to look up toward the top of the wall. A giant bird? A bear? Someone's pet cat?

No! A person! The sight of a girl, with what had appeared to be a rope attached to her head at first look, rolling off the wall toward the earth sent such a jolt through her body that her left leg kicked upward. Her arms folded along her body, her basket swinging haphazardly from the crook of her elbow.

Aina had never seen her before. A newcomer? A tourist? Or...

"Ah! Y-you talkin' t' me?" she asked with a nod of her head. A foolish question, maybe, when no one else was currently nearby. But those were the first words to come to her as the shock ebbed. Aina stared at her for perhaps longer than she should have, and only after did it occur to her that the girl posed no threat did she lower her arms.

"Ah, sorry! You, ah, you done startled me. Ahahaha! H-Howdy! Welcome to Hidden Leaf!" she cheered, flapping her arms gently at her sides. "What was your question, again? If you're, ah, you're allowed here? Hmm...well, that d'pends. Are you visiting or are you a ninja from a rival village? You don' seem like you mean any harm, but most folks come in through th' gate. Not, ah, not over th' walls..."

[tangledkunoichi]

Kushami’s feet were aching. Every time her feet blistered, opened, and bled, she would heal them, but somehow, something wasn’t right. Maybe it was because she kept on making new wounds over them, her feet, which had, for her entire life, walked on hardwood or carpet, suddenly tracking over soil and grass and branches and dry leaves. She had wrapped bandages over her feet, which were dark with blood and dirt, but that hardly did enough to protect them from needing a life’s worth of callouses. Tetsu, the chameleon summon that stayed forever on her shoulder, made a small noise of concern as she gasped upon stepping on a particularly pointy branch.

“Don’t worry, Tetsu, I’ll be fine,” Kushami gasped, stopping for a moment to pick the branch out of her foot. “I just have to...” A deep breath. “Heal myself again...”

Slowly, because this had happened probably about 30 times today, Kushami wrapped her hair around her bandaged foot, made a few quick hand signs, then sent healing chakra flowing through her golden locks, making them glow green. The puncture wound healed, relieving the pain--for the moment.

She looked at the chameleon on her shoulder. “Are you sure we’re going the right way?” she asked. “I thought you said we could find somewhere safe near here. But--”

Suddenly, she heard something. Not voices. But... movement. Slowly, she snuck towards the sounds, making an attempt to hide her chakra signature, though without anyone to ever practice with but talking chameleons, she never quite knew how good she was at it. Soon, though, she came across the source of the noise--a pink-haired woman, probably around Kushami’s physical age, though the woman actually looked it, while Kushami looked about twenty. Accompanying the pink haired woman--was a giant slug!

“Woah!” she said, out loud, not very good at hiding. But before she could do much else, Tetsu jumped off her shoulder, not even bothering to turn invisible. Using his prehensile tail and sticky tongue, he swung from the branches and landed on the slug summon, beginning to chirp happily.

Kushami ran at the trio of them. “Tetsu, no! Come back! It could be dangerous! They could eat you!” // @shikkotsunin​

[dobujutsu-moved]

ask game: Is this character fuckable? EVERY MUSE. (Kakashi, Tsunade, Kushami, Emiko, Sasuke, Hinata, Hiruzen, Asuma--I'm leaving out the kid for obvious reasons)

ask game: Is this character fuckable?| ACCEPTING!

//Bolded is what I can see/what Tazz thinks, italicized is what she secretly thinks/what I’d possibly like

Kakashi

repulsive | no | just a hug | kissable | maybe | down to cuddle | yes | absolutely | Take Me Now

i’d top them | i’d bottom for them

i’d dom them | i’d sub for them

one night stand | fuckbuds | partner | marry me

Tsunade

repulsive | no | just a hug | kissable | maybe | down to cuddle | yes | absolutely | Take Me Now

i’d top them | i’d bottom for them

i’d dom them | i’d sub for them

one night stand | fuckbuds | partner | marry me

Kushami

repulsive | no | just a hug | kissable | maybe | down to cuddle | yes | absolutely | Take Me Now

i’d top them | i’d bottom for them

i’d dom them | i’d sub for them

one night stand | fuckbuds | partner | marry me

Emiko

repulsive | no | just a hug | kissable | maybe | down to cuddle | yes | absolutely | Take Me Now

i’d top them | i’d bottom for them

i’d dom them | i’d sub for them

one night stand | fuckbuds | partner | marry me

Sasuke

repulsive | no | just a hug | kissable | maybe | down to cuddle | yes | absolutely | Take Me Now

i’d top them | i’d bottom for them

i’d dom them | i’d sub for them

one night stand | fuckbuds | partner | marry me

Hinata

repulsive | no | just a hug | kissable | maybe | down to cuddle | yes | absolutely | Take Me Now

i’d top them | i’d bottom for them

i’d dom them | i’d sub for them

one night stand | fuckbuds | partner | marry me

Hiruzen

repulsive | no (when he was younger then yes) | just a hug | kissable | maybe | down to cuddle | yes | absolutely | Take Me Now

i’d top them | i’d bottom for them

i’d dom them | i’d sub for them

one night stand | fuckbuds | partner | marry me

Asuma

repulsive | no | just a hug | kissable | maybe | down to cuddle | yes | absolutely | Take Me Now

i’d top them | i’d bottom for them

i’d dom them | i’d sub for them

one night stand | fuckbuds | partner | marry me

[kushami-hime]

OMG Your last wav was SOOOO good. I wish I could be stuck in an elevator with Sneezy Dynamight! If you’re looking for a part 2, I imagined Listener has been texting him and they set up a date but the day before their date, they end up with Bakugo’s cold and not feeling well. So they either try to power through it and Bakugo drags them home to take care of them or they cancel the date and Bakugo demands to know why and finds them sick in bed.

TY NONNYYYY AAAHH

Aaaw, that'd be so adorable!! ;^; I can see that happening, honestly, and he feels bad for having gotten listener sick afterwards ;3;

[kushami-hime]

I'm going insane over the idea of cats being attracted to dabi bc of the heat he gives off, how unfortunate for him he's allergic to them (in denial/doesn't know he is)

Lol I love it, the T/odoroki's being allergic to cats is one of my favorite headcanons cus Ive made wavs of S/hoto being allergic as well xD

could just imagine T/oga bringing a cat into the LOV base and D/abi is just indifferent til he starts sneezing and his eyes get watery but hes so damn confused about it until S/higgy is just like 'youre allergic you fucking idiot'

[kushami-hime]

ummmmmm can we talk abt how AMAZING THAT TIGHT FIT WAV WAS…. HELLOOOOO I THINK IM IN LOVEEEEEEE 😍😍😍😍

EIEEEEE im so glad yall liked it ;w;

[kushami-hime]

TIGHT FIT COMING THIS WEEKEND

You read that right, it's 100% in post production and just needs to be edited!

If you'd like to commission/order the next wav please use my links on my profiles to whichever site you'd like, and make sure to send an ask (anonymous or otherwise) to make sure I receive/know which wav script you've requested! ❤️

[kushami-hime]

Dunno if this has been asked and answered before but I'm curious what are hime-sama's favorite types of snz and tropes

As usual apologies for the late responses to asks xox

I am an absolute SLUT for any kind of long drawn out build ups, or holdbacks. Cold denial, hell any kind of denial is hot to me, so there's that. Plus I'm an absolute cold whore ❤️

[kushami-hime]

Dumb dumb dumb nasty wav idea where a sick dabi (willingly) gets captured by endeavor, main purposes to waste his time (and be as contagious as possible 😈) either the league busts him out of there or he's released for being of no use to the heroes bc he won't tell them anything and he's being a health hazard🚪🚶

Being captured on purpose to spread a nasty cold definitely sounds like something D/abi's crusty ass would do 💀💀

[kushami-hime]

I saw some mentions about a soft Baku and that was something I was curious about as well whether you have done a soft Baku and in what rare situation or moments could you see him being more of a soft blasty boi

Probably with one of my least touched headcanons;

When he gets really sick, like bed bound for a few days or a week, he loses his voice. I'm talking dude sounds like a corpse fresh from the grave, and that's usually when he's the most docile if he's ill. He can't scream or yell so he just kinda sits and wallows, the poor thing.

Only other time he's soft is probably when his S/O and/or listener is extremely sick and he does everything in his power to help them (bonus points if listener tells him ahead of time they don't feel good, instead of hiding it and making him angry and worrisome)

[kushami-hime]

Bro just do it with the Sonic and Shadow shit let's gooooooooooo

I do like sonadow but idk if I'd do anything snz with them unless if enough people asked xux

[kushami-hime]

ok I know like intellectually that everyone gets impostor syndrome and whatnot but I can't even lie I still kinda went "wait what" in response to you mentioning that you do because like... you are literally my one true english VA for b/akugou AND d/eku somehow which constantly blows my mind bc they're so different like damn get u a wav artist who does both?? and like even beyond the voicing, you just understand their characters so well and the ideas you come up with always feel so true to them. I am not even joking when I say that your wavs are a HUGE part of if not literally THE reason that I even started watching the fuckin show. literally whether or not you ever make another wav, I just want you to know that the wavs you have already given to us are SO. FUCKING. GOOD. I have gotten so much enjoyment out of them and I literally appreciate you so much for making them and sharing them with all of us gay snz weirdos from the internet. ok that was a lot of words thank you and goodnight

Holy fucking shit

I didn't know I had that kind of power I stg ;-;!! TYSM

I saw this the other night but it was past my bedtime and I was just sitting in bed staring at the ceiling and I didn't even know what to think I almost just cried tears of joy 😭😭😭