#mikage-rehoe

[asirensrage]

Break Sakura Haruka how? 🤔

I wasn't expecting anyone to ask 😳...but if I have to answer...

I mean break as in seeing how much you can make him blush and just how far down it goes. He runs if you tease him too much, reacting with anger, but I bet if you crawled into his lap, forcing him to be still (and he wouldn't throw you off, no matter how much he wants to escape what he thinks he feels is embarrassment), all it would take was a few teasing words, your fingers gently stroking his skin and he'd combust. in more ways than one.

[bitchgray]

@love-and-lore had a Gift Exchange Collab and This Is My Entry for @mikage-rehoe. Please don't ask me to make titles for my own pieces pls and thnx. <3

Hope you enjoy it, boss. Love ya cat gifs.

Dividers by saradika and cafekitsune.

Word Count: 2.8K

Tags: afab fem!reader (referred to as "girl" with various adjectives in front, has breasts and vagina), established relationship, sex in a kitchen (y'all better clean up after yourselves), oral (f!receiving), fingering, implied following penetrative sex

You hadn’t been able to spend very long with Reo, of late. It’s been an effort, you were certain, concerted and consistent, from the universe to make sure that enough things would go wrong, one after another, to send him out in the mornings with, at most, a kiss from you, and, more dreaded, nothing at all, as he left before you were awake to begin with. And then, later, to see him, or you, or the both of you, returning later than expected, drained to the point that all you both wanted to do was just clean up, eat some meal, and sleep.

Curled up against each other, certainly, but without much past that—a fact that had been irritating you both, if not tiring you both far more than simply long days with little reward.

But, now, as if in apology, there came a favor.

Your time finally seemed to meld together just right. For a few days, at least, there would be nothing for him to do, nothing for you to do, just. Enjoying each other’s presence, and your time, together.

Starting with sleeping in—and sleeping in late. Indulging in several rounds of convincing yourselves that it would just be “a few more minutes”, until the sun was high enough, and you felt well-rested enough that you wanted to make breakfast.

Give him a nice surprise to wake up to, something warm and pleasant and filling before you would decide what else you would get up to today.

But first, coffee. Coffee is a smart call.

So slowly, you wriggled your way free from his arms—Reo was pretty, when he was asleep. He was pretty all the time, really, but while asleep, he was decidedly soft. Pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, you slipped out of bed, down to the kitchen.

You wondered, idly, while making you both coffee, whether or not he was in deep enough sleep as to stay down for too much longer, or whether the smell of coffee would be what woke him up when you bring it back to him, to coax him awake after breakfast is ready.

You got your answer just after the machine had finished its work.

You just barely heard a few steps behind you to serve as warning before his lips pressed against the nape of your neck in greeting—one that came immediately before his weight pressed against you, and his face buried in your neck, his arms wrapping around you, covetously. You laugh, leaning your head against his with a soft, “Good morning, Reo.” He hummed, the sound soft between the way it muffled against your skin and the way he clearly wasn’t entirely awake enough to make particularly loud noises anyway. “Got some coffee for you, if you’ll let me go long enough to pour it for you.” He grunted against you—a nonverbal, but still entirely clear no that had you huffing out a laugh. “You don’t want coffee?”

“You weren’t in bed.”

His first coherent words came out as a complaint, paired with him pouting against your skin. In spite of your best efforts to extend sincere apologies, you couldn’t help the way you giggled. “I’m sorry,” you hummed, bringing your hand up to run through the softness of his hair, tilting your head to give an awkward kiss to the side of his head. “I wanted to give you something nice to wake up to.”

He hummed again, before once again sighing. “Wanted you with me.” Your heart squeezed at the words, the affection in them.

This effect, while not entirely ruined, was certainly changed when he tugged you tighter against him—and in so doing, let you feel his hips against yours, and the way that, barely a few minutes into his day, he was already hard. Your mouth fell open for a second before you laughed, a little breathless already. The roughness in his voice, tinted with something far different from just sleep now that you were aware of it, sent shivers coursing up your spine as, paired with a few trailing kisses up your throat, he murmured again, “Wanted you with me.”

“This early?”

“I’ve been apart from you now for weeks,” he replied. “Am I so wrong for wanting to have my girl again?”

“Missed me that much, huh?”

“I did.” Again, that honesty that could make your heart squeeze alongside the heat slowly beginning to flow into you from the nature of that honesty—equal parts affection and lust. “Missed everything about you.”

“Everything, huh?”

You would dislike the way his clear pride at the way your heart was beginning to pound, your voice beginning to waver just slightly in how excited he was getting you—you could feel it in the way his lips were curved into a smirk against your skin as he began that path of kisses over to your pulse. He paused there, slowly slipping his lips from your skin before dipping back, nipping at the sensitive skin to make you yelp.

You would dislike his pride—if it weren’t such a good look on him as he pulled back to look at you, just a little flustered, but entirely warm in the face as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. “You want me to show you?”

He knew you wanted him—missed him, just as honestly, as fully as he missed you. Didn’t make your breathed, “Yes,” any less sweet to hear on your lips before he kissed you, not even waiting for you to turn around against the counter before you had to deal with his hunger for you.

And it was hunger. There really was no other word for it, for the way he felt for you. The only difference was the fact that this was something that never fully went away. It could be soothed, certainly—by being close to you, by touching you, by having you just like this, breathless at just the first kiss turned slightly messy in his eagerness—but it never went away.

But being apart for so long, it certainly didn’t help.

He wasted no time, guiding you closer to the counter—and then helping set you down on it, setting your body now in easier range of his grasping hands seeking to soothe him of his perceived loneliness birthed by your absence by smoothing his palms over your bare skin, grabbing at you, not even bothering to fully take your shirt off before touching you, sighing into your mouth his relief that you were with him again.

In fairness, you were just as keen to experience that relief—just as keen to touch him. His skin was soft, and the muscles of his back were always a keen target, in equal measure just for how your touching them meant he wouldn’t be parting from you any time soon—even if he wanted to.

He didn’t. He didn’t want to be apart from you for another moment, his hands circling back towards your front, smoothing those warm palms around your breasts at first before taking them fully into his grasp, humming against your lips as he gave them a greedy squeeze.

You didn’t hesitate in your response—breaking the kiss to tug his hair, tilt his head aside to layer a line of soft nips over his throat, culminating in a harder bite at his collarbone that had him gasping, then humming his pleasure as you laved your tongue over the pink left behind.

His hand shifted, wove into your hair to tug your attention back to his lips—attention you were glad to spare, shifting one of your own hands to curl in his hair, letting him start to work on easing your sleep bottoms down your legs.

Given how wound up he was, you were surprised that he wasn’t immediately grinding against you—a favorite activity of his, sparking both of your pleasure, making you feel closer to each other. Instead, after he smoothed his hands up the warm skin of your thighs, he began to lower himself down. You barely could make a confused noise before he was murmuring his explanation, simply, “I wanna make you feel good first. You sit back and let me take care of you.”

“What if I wanna make you feel good, too?” you challenged.

“Then it sounds like someone should get some patience.”

“Says the one who was too horny to wait for me to make coffee,” you replied, teasing in both your words and the way you shifted your leg to rub against where his cock sat, hard in his sweatpants.

“Says the one who’s wet now because of me,” he retorted, two of his fingers gliding through the evidence left on your folds, relishing the way you shuddered, mouth falling open for a moment, your teasing touch stilling as he grinned. “Such a pretty girl, let me take care of you.”

You pouted—you knew you were pouting, and you knew it just made him laugh, but you still nodded, and he pressed a kiss to your thigh, all affection rather than just simple heat.

He was, in spite of his impatience, careful with you—careful to not shock you with touching your clit too soon, sinking his fingers into you too suddenly. His tongue was broad strokes, dipping into you first to taste you with a soft, pleased noise. Circling around your clit to watch you whine before he finally pressed the flat of his tongue against it, drawing slowly, reverently over it.

“So good for me,” he murmured, lips brushing your sensitive skin as his fingers reintroduced themselves to your entrance—just one, at first, dipping into you just barely. He let out a soft, choked curse feeling the way you squeezed around just that one finger. He encouraged you with his tongue focusing on your clit in slow, focused licks, wanting to feel the way you squirmed, your hips pressing towards him.

He was good at this—at making you feel good, at coaxing you into pleasure, but this time, he was adamant on taking his time. On savoring you, savoring everything he had missed the time that you were apart. Your whining calls of his name did little to coerce him into changing his tune.

You let him have his way—you didn’t have much choice, truly, like this, and you were ultimately happy to have his attention.

Even with his efforts to slow your orgasm, eventually you could feel yourself getting close. You were hoping he would make you cum, but instead he slowed down, lightened the pressure he applied, easing you back from the edge—leaving you whining his name, trying to shift your hips towards him. He was quick to pin you down, his arms stronger than you ever think to expect, minimizing how much you could squirm as he teased you.

“Did you miss me?” he asked, his fingers curling at a pace that you knew better than to call lazy—measured, truly. Measured in the way that it would completely destroy you if he had his way, his lips curled into a satisfied smile as he pressed them to the soft skin of your thigh.

“Yes,” you whined, playing up your need, your powerlessness under him in the hopes he’d indulge you a bit more. He didn’t, but he still grinned, his kiss on your thigh turning open for a moment.

“How much?” he asked, and you were at a loss for the words to express it—your need, your wanting him, amid both your uncertainty on how to answer and the way that he was busy robbing you of every second of your attention span not dedicated to his tongue, his fingers, his eyes and their heavy, heated gaze. “Did my pretty girl have to take care of herself?”

Your eyes flew open—heat blooming unexpectedly on your cheeks. “Reo—”

Your voice cut off in a whining moan as he thumbed over your clit, and he coaxed, “You know I did, right? I thought of you every second I had a second to.” There was a genuine fondness in the words. “Thought of having you just like this more than once.”

The thought made you whine in your heat-hazed mind. “Reo,” you whined, even as he laughed, just a touch.

“You like that, don’t you?” He asked it as a question, but he said it like fact. It was fact, but the way he knew it was clearest from the way you had clenched around his fingers. You had hoped to save yourself the humiliation, but that clearly wasn’t about to happen. He was grinning when he continued, “You were the only thing on my mind, when I came—was I on yours?”

“Yes.” Your voice was soft, both from the surprising shyness that struck you from having to fully admit this to him, and from the way that you knew it would feed into his ego, the way that you admitted to needing him. He grinned, regardless, clearly having heard you.

“God I bet you looked gorgeous,” he purred. “You call my name when you cum?”

“Yes.”

Your answer made him moan, his eyes fluttering just a touch, though he tried to hide it behind the way he hummed—he nipped at your thigh, just enough to leave behind a sweet little mark, just enough for you to gasp before he returned his tongue to its work on your clit, his fingers returning to their previous pace.

“Fuck—Reo.”

“Just like that,” he barely pulled away from your clit, his lips brushing against the nub as he spoke. “Call my name, just like that.”

You whined from the stimulation as he returned to his work, sucking and licking at your clit, adamant to push you closer and closer to the edge as your hands wound through the softness of his hair. A desperate tug earned a soft gasp from him that you barely caught over the wet sound of his fingers pistoning and curling into you, the slight bite of pain spurring him on more than ever. You prayed that he wasn’t about to keep you from the orgasm you felt building, and at this felt the hopeful relief that he wouldn’t tease, wouldn’t string you on past the point you could take it. It was too early in your reunion for you to be able to take much of his desire to hear you beg.

If he wanted it, he could have it.

“Reo, please!”

His moan hummed against you, and his pace picked up in response, in comfort. He wanted to see you cum for him. He wanted to hear you moan—he wanted to hear you call his name, and he was going to make you.

You could feel your orgasm tightening in your stomach as you struggled to catch your breath. You could feel the way the drop was approaching, but it still managed to catch you by surprise how soon—until he wrapped your clit in his lips and sucked, flicking over it with his tongue. And that was it, that had you wailing for him. That had you arching, instinct of too much leaving your legs, hooked over his shoulders, trying to push away from him—something he wasn’t about to do until he worked you through it.

You sobbed his name as he eased you through those waves of pleasure, his hand shifting to smooth over your thigh, as though trying to calm you, soothe the way you shivered around him.

His lips eased back first, before his fingers did, still curling and scissoring in you, slowly, preparing you for his cock, as his lips instead concerned themselves with kissing over your thighs, his eyes lidded and smile almost roguish as he watched you recover.

After a while of just that, he eased his fingers out of you slowly, bringing them up to his lips to lick clean with a noise of relish.

You watched, just for a time, before you couldn’t resist the urge to tug him back to you by the back of his head, to press his lips and body against yours, to taste yourself on his tongue as he settled against you, unable to resist his instinct to grind against you, uncaring about the mess you’re undoubtedly leaving behind on his sweatpants, and unwilling to part enough to free himself yet, not yet.

Not until you decide to part the kiss, leaving him hazy for a moment, eyes fluttering, as though forgetting, in his pleasure, where his mind was.

It didn’t last long before his mind sparked into action again, and he pressed kisses to your cheeks, one of his hands reaching down to push his pants down, free himself, press against you again while he fisted his cock, brushing against your heated folds, kissing you briefly, sloppily, hooded eyes watching you shiver before he let the head of his cock rest just against your entrance.

“Ready for more, pretty girl?”

[yuusagi-chii]

Can I have a kenma whose social battery needs to be charged for your doodle game please?

Also headpats for you 😘

send me a character for a chibi doodle

[qichun]

Let him change that 👀

NO! Me and sae are happy he can’t be a homewrecker

[shidouryusm]

a lil chu (hiii <3)

[fictionfordays]

Suna Rintarou

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A/N: In love with his face

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[bleach-your-panties]

Boyyyy

It's really fucked up when you treat characters like people and people like characters.

[saenora]

artist bingo!! template under the cut <33

# open tag + no pressure tags @teetorini @mikage-rehoe @ryosami @benkeibear @moonartemisia @luffysprincess @notaliarr + anyone who wants too

[vemuabhi]

Love at First Punch

Yoho~ people! Here I am back with Oikawa AGAIN. My obsession with this man keeps increasing day by day. I am participating in a collab of Oh My Daddy! - @mikage-rehoe thank you for letting me take part in this collab. I really appreciate this opportunity. I really hope you like this.

Pairing : Dad! Oikawa X Mom! Reader

Word count : 1.1K

Genre : Fluff and just a little moment of Kiss.

copyright © vemuabhi

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His steps quickened while he still maintained a calm face, his heart was racing. His brown jacket overlayed his dark blue firm fitting T-shirt. It’s the first time ever the school called him. It’s been 8 years since he flet this feeling. The first time when, he was beside you in the hospital room while you gave birth. Now 8 years later, he again felt his heart was about to drop out of his chest when the school called him. All wrong things he could imagine clouded his mind. ‘What had happened?’, his footsteps in the calm corridors clearly indicated how tensed up he was.

He went into the principal’s office to find the little brunette with teary eyes and red cheeks. The moment her brown orbs met his she jumped from the chair and hugged his leg. In a split second, he picked her up in his arms. She was in his arms, and it didn��t seem like she was hurt. That made his heart calm down.

She was trying her best to keep biting her lips, not let her cries out but her heavy tears didn’t stop to fall from her eyes. His thumb caressed her plump soft cheeks as he wiped her tears away.

“Mister Oikawa?”, he heard a voice call him from behind and he turned to look at the principal. Looking at her, the little brunette hugged him tightly but still not breaking her gaze from her.

“Hi, yes I’m Oikawa”, he replied back while his grip on his daughter tightened. But it was as if… he was making sure the kid new that now, he was with her. It was his way of letting her know that ‘Daddy will take care of this’. She instantly recognised his assurance.

A few times at home, when she broke your favourite cups and plates, he took the blame for them and winked at the kid. But she wasn’t crying at home during those times. She loved you, her mommy. She was sure scared of you but never to the point of crying. Now the situation was different because the person who was angry at her was the principal. Not her mommy, who would bring her ice-cream whenever she cried after a bad dream. But… yes, her daddy was there. He will protect her.

“I don’t think you should be punishing my daughter like this”, he caressed the brown hair of his daughter, “I don’t think it was such a big fight. She is a small kid. What could have happened?”

“The boys nose was bleeding”, the principals words made him to gulp. He looked at his girl in his arms. She looked so adorable with her puffy eyes and red cheeks. How could this angel beat someone to the point they bled? Then he remembered the time you punched him in the face and his nose bled… ‘Ah… so you get that from your mother’, he took a deep breath. Well, we all know the saying of Love at first punch right.

“I will not escalate this situation if you make her apologize and make sure she never does this again”, the principal adjusted her glasses while he sighed.

“Can I know where the little boy is?”, he asked and she took them to the nurse’s office. There he saw a little boy, maybe a bit shorter than his girl but surely was of the same age. He wasn’t crying and was having a tissue up his nose to stop the bleeding. As soon as the father and daughter duo entered the room, he turned towards them.

“Sweetie, say sorry to him”, he caressed his daughter’s cheek as she nodded. He let her down to walk towards the boy and tell him sorry. He smiled at her and talked to the teachers for some time and brought her back home. On the way, making sure to tell her that she shouldn’t punch and kick others just because they made fun of the princess she liked in her favourite cartoon. They made a deal to not tell you if she listened. The duo sealed the Pinky promise with a kiss on each other’s fingers before getting down the car.

That evening when you came home, your daughter was happily drawing in her book as your husband greeted you with a kiss on cheek.

“Babe, how was your day~”

“It was good. But don’t you think you are not telling me something?”, you raised your eyebrow as you pulled him in a hug. He laughed awkwardly and asked, “Whatttt babe? I don’t think so”.

“Nah… I know… I know what she did in school. Even I got a call. But as they informed me that you had already met the principal and I didn’t need to meet them”, your grip tightened in around him in a threatening way. Your lips were smiling but your eyes weren’t.

He let out a defeated sigh and pulled you into the kitchen, away from the living room where your daughter was. “Babe~ Don’t be angry at her. It was a fight between kids”

“She gave him a nose bleed”

“She gets it from you”, he said making you to pinch his cheek. “Ow Ow Ow! I know that’s wrong but I made sure she said Sorry”. You let him go as a smile formed on your lips.

“Tooru~”, you said as your hands tugged on his Tee. He seemed so adorable while he was being a dork but he didn’t let his responsibilities aside. That made you to fall in love with him more and more every time.

“I love you”, your words made him crazy. With one swift move he pinned you to the kitchen counter and placed a kiss on your lips. His left hand travelled in your hair as his other hand gripped your waist. He was too strong of course. His daily workout and the practice he did as a professional Volleyball player wasn’t not seen. Especially it made a huge impact when he was alone with you.

“No, we cant. She is in the living room”, you tried to push him away but he wouldn’t budge.

“But-”, he stopped mid-sentence when he heard the little footsteps approaching. He let you go as quickly as he had previously pinned you.

The little girls giggled while she showed her drawing to you both. And… for the first time in his life, Oikawa’s heart was broken by his little angel. But you were so thrilled looking at her art. You awed as you sat infront of her taking her book in your hand.

“Tooru look at this, she drew herself and who is this?”, you asked as she told the name of the boy who she punched that day. As they say, love at first punch.

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[bleach-your-panties]

Yuta is so cute!💗💗

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[linpunny]

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[enchantedforest-network]

💘 The forests Cupid's Club 💘

Hello dear residents of the enchanted forest! I hope you got comfortable within the Network so far?

We decided to host another Network gift exchange where we will be exchanging art and writings on Valentine's Day to spread some love!

I know it's still early but we wanted to give everyone who wants to join time to prepare a little something!

For any questions regarding the Cupid's Club event please contact the Admin Rhy (@/benkeibear), Mod Snow (@/suyacho) or dm us @/enchantedforest-dms!

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Rules:

♡ Art and writing is allowed (nsfw and sfw - just no dc)

♡ Do not reach out to your lovebird or let them know that you're their cupid! It's supposed to be a secret until posted!

♡ If you want to interact with your lovebird please do so over the anonymous function!

♡ please post your little gift on Valentine's Day - February 14th!

♡ Don't forget to have fun and if you need to drop out at any moment don't hesitate to reach out!

♡ gift examples: selfship art, a fic, a love letter from their fave's pov, a valentines card, a selfship moodboard

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Tagging the cupids and lovebirds: @desi-the-blue-eyed-kakushi @zoyakuna @cakeboxie @fictionfordays @qichun @kunikuwushi @stopisa @h8ani @jjkwritingss @kenslilove @mikage-rehoe @sin-and-punishment @suyacho @x-noechi-x @shujistars @chiffiorra @blackfire2013 @minnaci @azaleakoneko @bontensprncess @nymphoheretic @benkeibear

[bleach-your-panties]

*adds him to my collection of blondes i simp over* 😍😍

waka 💜

[miyamiwu]

Writers tag game

Prompt: share some writing

Thanks @boinin for the tag! I’m not actively working on any of my WIPs, though, so I’m pulling this excerpt from one of my novel’s discarded drafts adhsjgjfhsdg:

A bony hand stretched out on the ground and clawed its way forward, dragging the dead weight of the body attached to it. After pulling itself forward for some distance, the other hand then reached out, no doubt to repeat the same task, but it trembled the moment it exerted some force. A groan rang out, followed by a choked sob. Fingers opened and closed several times until finally, along with the sound of someone’s deep exhale, it clenched into a fist before once again shooting out, grabbing onto the dirt. One hand, then the other, again and again, the body crawled on the ground like a smashed cockroach with some of its legs still intact, leaving a trail of blood in its wake. The mask on the man’s face had cracked, and in this land, that could only mean death. He shouldn’t have accepted that order. He should’ve just endured the hunger or gnawed on some bark when he really couldn’t take it. If he had, then by this time, he would’ve still been lying in the ruins, gazing at the stars above through the gaps in the debris. But there haven’t been any stars lately, he suddenly remembered. His hands paused. He frowned, lips parting as if to speak, but then he shook his head before he could think too much. One at a time, he thought, then continued on his way.

No pressure tagging @gachagon @tate-lin @takeunknownroadnow @muninnhuginn @mikage-rehoe @atlaskrr @luna-3-clips @chodzacaparodia @an-ime-goil @hyomaluvr @adhd-mess @cataclysmicamomile @lindit @koushuwu @sasdavvero @rirururu @variabels

+ anyone who wants to do this!

[loverboy-cc]

MERRY DECEMBER HERES YOUR SECRET SANTA @mikage-rehoe

Uncropped on my cohost

Part of @eveningatthemoviesnetwork and @enchantedforest-network

[daiseukiis]

i was just looking at my sae edit and rbs I DIDNT EXPECT IT TO BE FROM YESTERDAY ???? @saecidal @mikage-rehoe @niitoshi