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[thewritetofreespeech]

"Do you wanna have a baby, baby?" Having Kids headcanons (Psycho Pass)

Kogami

Kogami always wanted a family. A big one.

Being an only child, he was always jealous of his friends and classmates who had siblings. So he decided early on that once he found someone, or the System picked for him, he’d have at least 3 or 4 kids.

His perspective obviously changed after his fall and becoming an Enforcer. Besides it becoming an almost medical impossibility for Enforcers to have kids with the drugs they give them, his world view has changed significantly on the idea of brining an innocent life in the world.

Once his role has changed, and he joined the MFA, his feelings on the matter change a little bit. He thinks about it, from time to time, but still has the barrier of bringing a child into the world with the evil still going on around it.

Gino

Gino has never wanted children.

Their unpredictability and messiness is a trigger for his borderline OCD. Plus there are other factors.

His father was a criminal, according to the system, and more pressingly his mother had a very serious disease. Since the system refuses to acknowledge it, there is no proof on whether it is an environmental mental disease like depression or anxiety, or a genetic mental disease like schizophrenia or bipolar. He can’t risk it.

There was a time, when he was younger and still in the System’s good graces, that he felt it was his duty to have law abiding, upstanding children, and would have had at least one if he got married. Now he realizes that was selfish, and chooses to just be childfree with is dogs.

Kagari

Doesn’t want kids. Doesn’t need kids. Actively hates them.

This could be because he’s still young, but he’s never liked kids. In big part because he’s never interacted with them.

His whole life has been in incarceration. So the idea of kids and family were never an option for him. And the fact that his family threw him away because some computer told them he was bad still leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.

Honestly, he’s been on the contraceptives/medications they give Enforcers and other jailbirds so long, that he doesn’t think he could get a woman pregnant. There’s a fair chance he might just be sterile now.

Sugo

Sugo really wants a family.

One of the reasons he joined the military was to have a stable, steady pay check and benefits for his family. His grades in school were middling, so his work options outside of military service were limited. Also making the world safe and all that.

He’s the only one who hasn’t really given up on the dream. Sugo isn’t sure how he’ll swing it (maybe get a special dispensation from the government or something for exemplary service) but he’s sure he can figure it out.

He’d like to have two kids. Either a boy & a girl, or two boys. He has nothing against daughters, but Sugo knows he wouldn’t be able to handle them properly. Plus he knows himself enough that he’d never be able to say no to them and he’d be wrapped around their finger.

[psychopasss4]

POV: Former Inspector Kogami Files

Imagine yourself as the new recruit of the newly reformed Division 1, working under Mika Shimotsuki, alongside Kei and Arata 😀

When suddenly Mika-chan entasked you to clean-up the Archive Room from all the trash of former Division 1.

And suddenly you bump into an old box full of images whom once belonged to a former Inspector named Kogami Shinya. 🤩

What will you do to these things, Inspector? ☺️😁💖

[lalunanymph]

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ─── hanma loves his sweet wife, and he loves it even more when you’re barefoot and pregnant for him. but, when you complain he needs to lay of off you for a bit, he decides he's never going to fill you up again. unless you beg nicely, of course.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ─── you're now reading . . . 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 + 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊 with hanma shuji

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ─── wife!reader, fem!reader, mentions of pregnancy, reader is breastfeeding, unprotected s[e]x, oral s[e]x, established marriage, mentions of babies, shuji is obssessed with knocking us up, orgasm denial, future toman!shuji, hanma as a dad, mom!reader, loosely based off the characters in my series back to us

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It's no secret that Hanma Shuji is a difficult man.

His subordinates, old gang members and even his boss slash best friend, Kisaki Tetta, would bet on saying the same. 

He was brash, violent and impulsive all rolled into one neatly pressed pinstripe suit and nicotine-roughened voice. The tattoos on the back of his hand shone more often than not with blood and gore than anything else, and he grew up on a steady diet of abuse and cheap thrills. 

But, despite all of his atrocities, he was your husband and you loved him.

Even if you were currently exasperated over his determination to knock you up again when you had just came back from the hospital 8 weeks ago.

“Shuji, you have to stop,” your pleading tone slowed the roll of his hips.

Frowning, Hanma took a hard pause from fucking you, the look on his face laced with both confusion and worry.

“Shit, baby,” he plucked your hand from between your legs where it was steadily stimulating your clit, kissing the rise of your knuckles. “Did I hurt you?” 

You shook your head, unable to voice out the anxiety clouding your mind. Shuji, however, was always patient with your unravelling thoughts, and gave you the space you needed to sort out your emotions. 

He had ceased every movement, waiting for you to speak.

“The babies,” you finally managed to mumble. “They’re still so young.” 

Referring to your two sons and daughter, your strange observation had him cocking his head to the side.

“Uh-huh. Shusei is eight, Shiori is two, and Shunki is three months old. Am I missing something here?” 

His tone was tainted with a sheen of frustration, and you could plainly hear the thoughts bouncing in his head: Did she really stop our love making just to ask about the kids?

“N-no,” you whispered, trying to get him to understand. “They’re still so young, Shuji. We… I don’t think we should have any more babies… for now.”

Your voice turned meek towards the end of your suggestion, and you braced yourself for Shuji’s uproar. If there was one thing your husband loved more than pleasing Kisaki and expensive cigars, it was the sight of you swollen and pretty with his babies.

And it wasn’t because of some weird masculine need to spread his seed thoroughly—Shuji actually enjoyed the pregnancy process together with you. 

The six foot five Reaper would shrug off other people’s judgement to get you anything you were craving for even if he was in the middle of a deadly meeting. He was present for every single one of his children’s ultrasounds without fail—except for Shusei’s, but that was a prickly past you had learned to make peace with. Shuji would follow you wherever you went if he wasn’t busy with work, and if he was, he always had a group of men shadowing your every movement, terrified that someone would hurt his precious family once his back was turned. 

As shocking as it was, the great Reaper of Tokyo was actually a fantastic family man. 

Never would anyone in a million years come to that conclusion, but it was the truth. Shuji lived and breathed to take care of his small family… and unfortunately, it came with the territory of knocking you up whenever he felt like it.

Which was currently the issue you were trying to get him to see.

“I need to rest, baby,” you murmured, cupping his face to ease the sting of disappointment you knew he was feeling. “I’ve been pushing out babies for the past three years. My body, it’s… it’s not what it used to be.” 

You gestured at your obvious stretch marks, at the cellulite speckling your thighs and abdomen. “It looks bad… I don’t know. I’m sorry. I felt like I needed to tell you this because I’m… I’m ovulating today.” 

Usually, those golden words would have Shuji seeing red for the whole evening. And you did notice your husband’s throat bobbing at the knowledge of your body being fertile and ready for his cum. 

But, he tried to understand where you were coming from, even if he didn’t like it. 

“Baby,” Shuji cooed, caressing your face with one large palm, inked knuckles grazing your wobbling lower lip. “You’re so fucking beautiful to me, don’t you know? I don’t care about what your body looks like. I love you for you. Plus—” he grabbed your breast fondly, squeezing it much to your gasp of surprise. “—I love how these tits have fed my babies.” He moved his hand lower to your hip, kneading the plush flesh with a playful grin. “And these fucking hips? Majestic, baby. I could live in between your thighs forever.”

His words made your cheeks burn hotly, and you struggled to not let him derail you. Focus on the end goal, Y/N. 

But, it wasn’t like you were going to lie to yourself—you wanted a huge family just like Shuji did. But, he had to understand about spacing out conception times so you didn’t feel like a big, ol’ baby making machine from the 1700s. 

“Shuji, that’s not what I’m saying,” you whined, pouting. He sighed, and rolled you over, his softening cock slipping out of your twitching heat. 

“What is it, darling?” he asked, intent on uncovering what’s got your thoughts in a twist. “If you’re worried I would find you unattractive, I won’t. Every time I remember I’m married to you, I get really nervous like… like, fuck—she’s still with me? I have the most beautiful woman as my wife?” His tone turned teasing, like it always did when he was trying to fluster you. “Give me a bit more credit, will you?”

Of course, you did, and you rolled your eyes, half in exasperation and half in spellbound charm for his sincere words.

“I know, baby,” you said, and took his face in your hands again, willing for him to understand. “But, I need you to promise me one thing—no getting me pregnant this year. Not until Shunki is at least two.” 

Shuji looked like you had just told him to jump off a cliff. His golden eyes widened with disbelief, mouth falling slack. 

“Baby—”

“I mean it, Shuji.”

And he knew you did. His sweet wife rarely sets such harsh boundaries, and he was coming to realise how much he had fucked up. 

“Are you angry with me?” 

The little glimmer of uncertainty and fear that you might leave him again reared its ugly head—something uncommon but understood when memories of what you both went through filled your uneasy mind.

“No, Shuji,” you took his face in your hands, tilting it close enough for your foreheads to touch. “I’m not. I love you. I just… want to not be pregnant for a bit.”

He hummed, the sound slightly fractured towards the end. You could tell Shuji hated this idea with every fibre of his being, but he wasn’t the one physically carrying any of the children. Despite how he had tried to make each of your pregnancies comfortable by constantly being at your beck and call, your reality was different. The swollen ankles, aching muscles, sleepless nights and horrifying cravings were all starting to catch up with you.

If you wanted to give Hanma a big family, you needed to take some breaks in between or else you would lose your mind.

“I get it,” he sighed, those brilliant golden eyes downcast. “It’s your body so it’s your choice. I understand, baby.”

You internally exhaled a sigh of relief. “Thank you, baby,” you sealed your appreciation with a kiss, and Shuji returned the gesture back half-heartedly. Your husband was pouting like a kid whose candy got stolen, and you couldn’t resist a quiet chuckle at his expense.

“Look on the bright side—we could save up a little extra to take the kids for another holiday instead of buying diapers all the time.” 

He met your optimism with a sour expression. “Yeah—if condoms weren’t so damn expensive.”

You fixed him with a disapproving look. “You and I both know that’s not true.”

Shuji rolled his eyes and then pinned you down into the bed with his bigger frame. “So, lemme get this straight—I can still fuck you, still cum in you… but you don’t want my babies?” 

His words ignited a shiver of pleasure down your spine, and you cursed how susceptible you were to your husband’s seduction. Shuji could turn you on simply by lowering his voice and fixing you with his melting stare.

You swallowed hard, unsure how to reply to him. “W-well, yes—”

“Okay, fine,” he mumbled sourly. “Won’t do it, then.” 

Sighing, you shook your head. “Okay, Shuji. Are you okay?” 

He fixed you with an unfathomable look, and you were sure he would say something sarcastic. But, all your husband did was pull you into his embrace, kissing your hair.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay. We’re okay.” 

Then, he mumbled, “I won’t cum in you tonight, baby. You can trust me on that.”

And, you did. Shuji had proven to you time and time again how he religiously kept his word. Everytime he said that you were the only one or how he only wanted you in his life, he backed it up with real actions—like spending an entire night awake to take care of Shiori when she was down with a flu while you got your much needed rest; your pregnancy with Shunki wearing you out more than usual. 

You should’ve known Shuji was a man of his words, but like two extremes, Shuji could never find a balance.

And this time, he took his promise overboard. 

“Shuji,” you sobbed, completely lost in your pleasure. “A-Ah, I’m close!” 

Your nails bit into his shoulders, the bathroom tiles shimmering in your periphery. Shuji had your knees pressed to your chest, rearranging your guts with languid strokes as the bath steam perfumed the air with lavender fragrance. 

Your back was pressed to the grand mirror, and his lips were on yours, drinking every honeyed moan you had to offer him. 

Hanging by a single thread of your sanity, you were close enough to taste your orgasm.

Shuji was steadily wrecking you, hellbent on bringing you past the threshold of pleasure that you both barely cared to keep it down.

His hoarse groans were swallowed by your eager mouth, and your every purr went straight to his overstimulated cock.

“Gonna make you feel so good, baby,” he groaned, crowding you further up the cool glass, intent on invading every inch of your space with his dominating presence. “Wanna hear you scream my name—w-wanna… ah, fuck, you don’t want t’get knocked up.”

At the mention of getting you pregnant again, you whined, shaking your head.

“D-don’t—please, Shu.” 

He shook his head, reassuring you with a gentle squeeze on your thigh. “I won’t doll, I won’t. You know I won’t.” 

Your syrupy hiccup was met with a soft, sympathetic kiss on your jaw. 

“Ssh, ssh, darling. Don’t worry your head off, okay—a-ah, oh f—you feel so good.” Shuji’s beautiful golden eyes were heavy with lust, every weighty snap of his hips pushing his shaft to rub your sensitive spots deeper, making you see stars.

“I’m gonna cum,” every fibre of your soul was aching for your husband, your body echoing the same feat—demanding for Shuji to fulfil your gnawing lust. “G-gah, I-I’m g-gonna cum, Shuji—”

“F-fuck, me too, doll—fuck, fuck, you gotta—shit, shit, m’cumming—fuck!” Your husband’s guttural groan right in your ear made your insides flutter around his thick length, and you were rapidly melting for him; first your bones turning jelly, your muscles screaming and then your pussy was pulsing around him, ready to drop over the sweet, sinful edg e—

Shuji yanked you back from the edge when he practically ripped his cock from your swollen depths, jerking his raw and red cock hard. You barely had time to cry out in despair when you felt a hot spray coating your pelvis and thighs. 

The room was spinning, your whited-out mind reemerging back from the fog as one singular thought blared loudly like a hurricane siren: Shuji denied my orgasm. 

The devil in question exhaled out a laugh which stirred the loose hairs stuck to your neck with sweat. “You alright, baby?” 

Your mouth fell open, about to whine out your displeasure, when he tilted your face up, handsome face completely suffused with love as he kissed you slow and deep.

“You should get cleaned up,” he murmured, lips a heated stroke from yours, and yet so far away.

“Shuji—”

“I have some documents to wrap up,” he pried himself free from the beckoning circle of your arms, his smile touched with regret.

All you could do was gawk at him, dumbfounded by how he brushed your arousal aside like it barely even mattered. This was out of character for the man you intimately knew as your husband. Shuji had once eaten you out until his jaw went numb just so he could feel you cum on his tongue—his blase attitude towards your denied orgasm didn’t make sense.

“H-hey, I didn’t cum yet—”

“Hmm?” he cut you off, a pinch in his brow. “What do you mean, baby?” 

Flushing in anger, you pried him back into your arms, jaw clenched in fury. “Don’t be an asshole, Shu. I didn’t cum yet and I was so close. You knew I was close—”

“Sheesh, okay,” Shuji gently disentangled your hands from his body, giving you a smug grin. “I know you’re always a bitch in heat for me, but I honestly thought you came already.” 

Your jaw fell open, the anger giving way to disbelief. Your husband quickly pecked your cheek, backing away on his long legs in preparation for your mounting wrath. 

Quickly hopping onto your feet, you fully intended to chase him down and make him get on his knees for being so mean to you, when a familiar cry over the baby monitor stopped you short.

Shuji had already disappeared into his office, and you were left with the selfish decision of marching in to give him a piece of your frazzled mind, or tending to your baby. In the end, your motherly instinct won out, and you quickly slipped on your night robe, wincing at how you had to wash it now that the material had touched your husband’s cum as you hurried down the hallway to Shunki’s room.

Your baby boy was red in the face, screaming at the top of his lungs to be fed. You didn’t hesitate to shrug off one shoulder of your robe, placating him with your milk as he latched on hungrily. You fed your son and rocked him gently, brushing the baby fuzz on his head to get him to calm down. Once Shunki had his fill, you burped and cuddled him, waiting for his eyes to slip close after a fulfilling feeding.

Setting your son down to sleep in the crib, you had to take a quick shower and hurry to tuck both Shiori and Shusei in.

Once the children were all asleep, you had almost forgotten about the simmering lust in your veins, until the reminder of your soiled robe in the hamper stopped you up short.

Shuji would be working till late tonight, and there was no chance of him tending to your needs.

Somehow, you sensed it was because of the boundary you placed on him a few days ago which incited your husband’s petty actions. Which was a shame, because you were about to suggest hopping back on the pill if he refused to wear a condom. It’s not like you hadn’t done it before; at least one of you had to be responsible for the family planning, and unfortunately, the onus seemed to fall on your shoulders. 

So, you trudged back to bed, too tired to deal with your arousal and hoping it would go away when morning came.

… Only, you couldn’t fall asleep.

You stayed awake, tossing and turning; wishing Shuji were here to hold you. 

Unbidden, you reached for his side of the bed and found it empty. 

Lying up, you rubbed your eyes, reaching for your thin cardigan. Even though you were angry with him, you still wanted his comfort and love. Without a second thought, you trudged into his office, startling him from his papers.

“Oh? Darling.” 

Like a child, you padded over to him, throwing yourself onto his lap and burying your face in his neck. 

Shuji held you close, inhaling the scent of lavender from your hair greedily. “Couldn’t sleep?” 

“Mhm,” you smacked his chest lightly. “‘Cause of you, dumbass.”

His deep laughter rumbled under your cheek. “What did I do now?”

“Don’t act stupid,” you grumbled under your breath. 

“Baby, I’m serious.”

This close to him, your senses were ignited and tingling; a rush of desire flooding south to stain your innocent cotton panties with a bone-deep need for your husband.

“You’re so mean, Shuji,” your whine reached his heated ears, and he strangled back a chuckle at your expense. Sensing your cresting arousal, he ran his rough palms down your back, warming you up under your thin night clothes. 

“Yeah, I guess I was. I didn’t make my baby cum. I’m a bad husband for that.” 

“Mhm hmm,” you petulantly agreed. Sitting straighter, you inched off his lap to perch on the edge of his desk. Parting your legs, you dangled your arousal right in front of him, the innocence on the curve of your brow contrasting vividly with the wet spot his sights immediately latched onto. “So, what’re you going to do to make it up to me?” 

His hollow chuckle sounded strained, even to his own ears. He wrapped an inked palm on your bare thigh, calloused thumb rubbing circles into the heated flesh. 

“I guess you have to show me, darling.” 

This was the thing about your husband; while you were given full reign on the house and his emotions, Shuji still held all the cards when it came to your body. You had barely cared before; he had always made sure to put your pleasure above anything else in his life. But, in this instant, when you could feel the tides of power shifting uncertainty from one stubborn end to another, the ball was in your court to determine how you wanted this night to end.

Shuji was giving you both an out and an in—waiting on the choice you were going to make.

Without a word, you nudged his hand away, and parted your thighs further, slowly inching down your panties. His pen dug into your side, and you impatiently shoved it away, the pesky item rolling down the desk to clatter onto the floor. 

Once your cunt was naked and dripping in front of him, you didn’t hesitate to rub your clit, literally taking your pleasure into your own hands.

“Is this how you wanted me to react?” you quietly goaded, a fire in your eyes he found breathtakingly beautiful. Shuji responded by sitting back into his chair to get a good look at you touching yourself, those golden eyes infuriatingly unreadable. “By forcing your hand? You’re sick, Shuji. J-just because I enforced a boundary, you—nghh—want to punish me.” 

Your circles turned jerky, the previously denied orgasm he didn’t give you rearing fully back to the surface. The room was sticky and hot, the air saturated with the smell of seduction and repressed need.

You couldn’t see it, but Shuji was holding tightly to the arms of his desk chair, outwardly patient while you got yourself off; inwardly dying to feel your walls choke his cock. 

However, he hesitated to react; in some sick, twisted sense, he wanted to see how far he could push you—how much you could take until you crumbled.

He was always the more active one in pursuing your physical pleasure while you allowed him to dominate you and lead you down endless carnal paths. This time, Shuji took one step back, letting you decide what you wanted—because to him, your words and actions weren’t matching. The woman who didn’t want him to breed her, was displaying her pussy fully just for him; begging him earlier this now to make her cum. Every part of you begged for him deep inside you, but he had to make sure this was what you truly wanted.

“Shuji,” your sweet whine made his cock throb. “God—f-fuck—must I beg you to touch me?”

Immediately he pushed your hand aside, cheek pressed to the inside of your thigh as he greedily inhaled your arousal. In hindsight, it was your fault for goading him, because for the next hour, Shuji ate you out until you were dripping onto his proposal papers, smearing Toman’s next steps around your sweaty, writhing body as you came again and again for your husband.

His tongue rubbed on your tender spots deep inside you, his nose pressed firmly against your clit, rubbing back and forth back and forth until you cried out gonna cum again Shu, g-gonna cum again—

He let you grind your pussy all over his face, let your hands twine in his hair to hold him in place while you found your unravelling for the third time tonight.

Once your thighs had stopped spasming, he eased back, lips glossy and lower chin drenched in your juices. 

Pulling you into his lap, Shuji’s hard cock strained against his slacks, surely leaking now from how long he had teased himself—held himself back from ravaging you like you deserved. But, even saints were humans who had a limit to their patience, and Shuji would never delude himself to believe he was a good man.

He was as rotten as they came—corrupted both inside and out. But, his love for you would always be his salvation. 

You brought out the man underneath the monster; only you were able to claw him out from the dark and into your arms. 

You were his salvation, and Shuji was going to make sure you were ruined for him. 

“Undress me.” 

Those hooded golden eyes pushed you to unbuckle his belt first, your shaky hands pressing down on his broad pecs, trembling when they unbuttoned his dress shirt. 

Shuji simply sat back, studying the adorable concentration scrunching your brow as you tried to quickly take what you wanted. His dress shirt slid down his scarred shoulders, and his cock finally sprang free from behind the restrictive material of his slacks. 

It was your turn to undress. You eased the flimsy silk nightgown from your shoulders, letting it fall in a pool by your waist. Shuji’s intensity threatened to swallow you whole—from the smouldering heat in his amber eyes to his parted lips, he was looking at you like you were a rare feast laid out for him.

Those large palms cupped your breasts, massaging your swollen nipples and toying with them until you winced. He lifted you up slightly to slide the pretty black nightgown fully off you, leaving you bare and vulnerable just for his scrutiny. 

Shuji’s lips were on yours, drowning you with his kisses that tasted of whisky and cloying impatience. You drank him in deeply, until you felt like your lungs would puncture and overflow. His tongue slipped past the shaky barrier of your mouth, intimately dancing with yours as you both savoured and teased each other.

“Shuji…” your breathless sigh never failed to get him light-headed. He loved how his name always sounded coming from your sacred lips. 

Cupping your face in his hands, he gently pecked your nose, cheeks and lips, while subtly nudging you further up his torso so his cock could brush your entrance. Your first gasp rang through the room, the sensation of his fat tip pushing past the tight muscle an experience you never wanted to give up.

Suddenly, this game of cat and mouse snapped your patience in half, and you wanted nothing more than to feel his hot cum flooding your womb.

“Shuji…” your gasp was swallowed by his feral mouth on yours, kissing away any of your anticipated complaints.

But, you were done restricting your husband from the most tender parts of yourself. It was his right to defile you; to drive his hips deeper and deeper into you until you bore him the fruits of both your labours.

Sacrilege was never giving Hanma Shuji what he wanted when all he wanted was you.

“I need you…” 

Hanma’s ears pricked, hearing something more than desperation in your sweet request.

“Yeah, doll? What do you need?”

He would always have a sixth sense whenever you were struggling with piecing together your needs. Shuji wanted to count all of your insecurities and pin them onto the bruises of his body just so he could brush them softly whenever they started to hurt.

Lifting your glossy, tear-filled eyes, you hiccuped: “You.”

His chuckle brushed your parted mouth, nose grazing yours. “You already have me.”

“No,” you whined, bucking your hips to take him at a deeper angle. The both of you hissed out curses, the sloppy sounds of your pussy taking his dick growing louder and fervent. “No, I want you. A-all of you.”

The pricking in his ears turned into a roaring. Shuji couldn’t make out a maths equation for his life, but he was pretty sure he counted every cadence of desire in your tone which led him to one singular conclusion: you were begging to be bred.

A smile of pure triumph spread across his face, hidden in your hair. “Yeah?” he struggled to keep his voice from shaking in excitement. “But, you already have me, doll. What more could you want?” 

He meant to tease you; to goad you further until you broke and bent just for him.

Shuji needed to hear those words leaving your lips, all for the sake of his bruised ego.

“I… I need you.” Your soft bleat went straight to his heart. God, he was so fucking in love with you; no one could change that fact. Come hell or high water, Shuji was all fucking yours till the end. 

He kissed your temple, soft and unhurried with his thrusts. “Where do you need me, baby?”

Close. He was so close to breaking you.

You groaned, the sound filled with lust and frustration—a little bit of your insanity leaking through. “Shuji!” 

If your whine was meant to scare him into acting, all it did was make his bastard grin grow wider. Hanma kissed down your neck, placating your impatience with the sweet temptation of his lips. You tensed in his arms, ready to slip down the freefall. But, his hesitation was keeping you from fulfilling your high.

One minute turned into two. The inner restraint you harboured fraying at the edges, like a glass dome showing cracks in the middle. Rocked by an earthquake, your resolve was fracturing bit by bit. Shiny shards slipped down your cheeks when the axis tilted and spun but never broke you—and so, you decided to take a sledgehammer to your own stubbornness and shatter those walls.

“Inside!” Your cry could’ve woken up the neighbours if Shuji hadn’t smartly made his entire office soundproof. “I want you—ngh—inside!” 

Your husband didn’t waste a single second. Grabbing you by the plush fat of your thighs, he nudged you up in one swift move, spreading you across his wide, oak desk. Shuji’s snarl would’ve been terrifying if you weren’t so relieved to feel him going deeper, throwing your legs over his shoulders to touch that spot inside that always made you melt for him.

His face was between your breasts, peppering the jiggling flesh with soft kisses and sharp nips which made you squeal. Shuji used every bit of his strength to push his hips forward, over and over again until you saw stars in the back of your eyelids—your orgasm threatening to explode like the formation of a new universe.

You welcomed the implosion with open arms, your lips on his; the desk rattling and eventually groaning as the full effects of your passions ricocheted around the room. 

Shuji’s gritted cry of your name, and your delirious moan melted into a sloppy meeting of tongues and teeth, his warmth filling you up, right where he belonged in the deep embrace of your body. 

You held him close to your thrumming heart, feeling him soften and relax in your hold. 

For a long minute, neither of you spoke—Shuji was afraid to look up in case he crossed a line, and you were dazed, trying to recover from your earth-shattering release.

He felt your fingers scratching his scalp, and that little move was enough for him to summon a shred of courage to look you in the eye. Your smile was soft, if a little hazy, those pretty eyes latched onto him with a woozy affection. 

“Are you okay?” Shuji gripped your hand tightly in his, hoping he hadn’t scared you away again. 

But, you shook your head, beaming angelically at him. “I’m fine, Shu.”

His nickname and your relaxed countenance made some of the fears stop dancing in his mind. He heaved a sigh of relief, pressing his forehead to your neck and inhaling your sweet scent lightly.

How could you have ever denied your husband what he wanted whenever he looked at you with such pure love in his eyes?

Every fibre of his body echoed an affection which remained steadfast and sure—you were positive if it resulted in more love to bring into this household, you would welcome those blessings with open arms.

“What changed your mind?” 

You hummed, relaxing further into the unyielding wood, safe and sound in his embrace. 

“You.” 

Shuji furrowed his brow, glancing up into your serene expression. “Huh?” 

Your laughter was pure and unaffected. “I want only you, Shuji. How could I say ‘no’ to more babies if it means we have more proof of our love? We always wanted to build a big family, and I want to do that with you.” 

Unexpectedly, he felt a lump grow in his throat. “Doll, you don’t have to do this for me. It’s your body—”

You shushed his complaints, giving him a look. “I want this,” you emphasised. “I want this with you—forever. So, you better make sure we have enough money to send the kids to college, Shuji… because we’ll be paying tuition fees for a long time.”

His answering giggle made more sticky sweet love bloom in your soul. “You got it, doll. I’ll work my ass off for you. Break more rules for ya. Up the drug prices to squeeze everyone dry till our babies are big enough. I love you.” 

And you knew Shuji would keep his word—he was a man of integrity as much as he was rotten on the inside. A man of trust and fulfilment only for you. 

Just then, the baby monitor he kept in his desk crackled, and Shunki cried out for his nightly feed.

Both you and Shuji lurched into action, slipping on your clothes in record speed. Your baby boy’s cries even catalysed Shuji into sprinting down the hallways, and he was there first thanks to his longer legs, cradling his son close to his chest while you caught up. 

“Give him here,” you hummed, taking the wailing bundle from Shuji and slipping down your nightgown to press one plump nipple past his tiny lips. 

Shuji watched you feed his son with pure love in his eyes, leaning back against the old, chipped yellow crib with arms loosely perched on his side. Absorbing this scene and imprinting it onto his brain as the idea of his perfect version of heaven.

If fate would allow it, he wanted a moment like this with you for forever. 

Nevermind his dangerous occupation or the nature of his lifestyle. You, Shunki, Shusei and Shiori were the only specks of light in his otherwise fucked up world. Hanma would fight tooth and nail to keep every one of you safe, and he would put every dream of his own on hold just to see his little family happy.

As soon as that thought arose, the door to the nursery swung open, and Shiori crept in, curious by her two parents who were still awake. Hanma lifted her into his arms, cooing softly at his sleepy, baby girl. Shusei, too, ignored your rule for sleeping early on school nights to peek into Shunki’s room. His father called him over, and Shuji easily lifted his other baby boy into the seam of his side, cradling them both while you fed your youngest.

All three of them were piled onto the soft couch you often sat on as you pumped more milk for Shunki, and Shuji was drowsily recounting a story for his other two children.

“... the elephant then said to the fairy: I want to be a cat today, and the fairy—” 

You sat down next to him, Shunki still in your arms, and admired how both your children looked at their father with honest admiration and adoration in their twin golden eyes. 

Shusei, who was following the story with rapt attention, smirked at his sister.

“I told you the elephant became a cat but you didn’t believe me.” 

In answer, Shiori stuck out her tongue. “No!” 

They were both about to bicker when Shuji stopped them with one large palm on each of their tinier heads. “Kids, let’s not start to fight, yeah? You’ll wake your baby brother up.”

All three golden eyes latched onto the sleeping infant in your arms, and you smiled at them. “Your tou-chan’s right. Shunki is really grumpy at night when he doesn’t sleep well.” Levelling them a look, you had to play the stern parent when you realised Shuji wasn’t going to say a word about how they both were up past their bedtime.

“Speaking of, aren’t you two supposed to be asleep?” 

Cheekily, Shusei shook his head. “Can’t sleep, mama. Wanna see Shunki again.”

Like the adoring big brother he was, your oldest son clambered towards you, his head on your shoulder as he stared intently at his baby brother. Shiori, too, was curious and Shuji let her go, carefully helping her down the sofa so she could rest her head on your knee. Carefully, you untucked one arm to pat her messy bedhead, fondly smiling down at your daughter. 

Shunki gurgled and burped in his sleep, eliciting giggles from all four of you. 

“He’s like a doll,” Shusei murmured.

“A doll,” Shiori echoed, always following her brother’s lead. 

“Yeah,” Shuji leaned forward, taking a spare moment out of his busy day to have this time with his family. “The cutest doll. Makes you want to have another sibling, huh?” 

Shusei groused, “Mama just gave birth.”

Shiori giggled. “More, more.” 

Hanma smiled at his daughter’s excitement, knowing his middle child was the most excited for a baby sister so she wouldn’t be the only girl in the line-up.

“We’ll get you both another sister.”

Again, you were scandalised by Shuji’s blatant promise to the kids, like he did a year ago before Shunki’s conception. He was filling the children with hope, cornering your decision so you couldn’t change your mind, not when they were already this invested. 

What a scheming, cunning asshole.

“Maybe we can all ask papa to take us to Disney World when Shunki is a little older—would you want that? And your new sister can join, too. We’ll make papa carry all the bags.”

Your quick plan was met with pure excitement from both of your children, and Shunki nearly roused awake if you hadn’t clamped one hand around his ear to block out their hushed squeals.

“Disney World!” 

“Didney World!” 

Shuji winced, and you knew you were triumphant when he conceded letting his children clamber back into his lap, pawing at his clothes and face as they excitedly enthused about a trip which hadn't even happened yet.

As your husband shot you a look of exasperation, all you did was grin cheekily back at him, your baby still miraculously asleep in your arms.

All was perfect in the Hanmas’ house and your life.

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[daily-dose-of-imagines]

𝕄𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙-𝕌𝕡 ♡

May I please get a written ship for haikyuu, attack on titan, psycho pass and yugioh? I can be described as introverted. I randomly doze off and daydream a lot. Because of my introverted personality I am mistaken for cold a lot because of my “resting bitch face.” Once people get to know me I am just emotionally shy and empathetic. When I’m with friends I am very upbeat, joyful, and hardworking by supporting my friends and family. My friends describe me as a good listener and easy to talk with because I Am open-minded and easygoing. I like to watch anime, read manga, play video games, watch DC comic films and shows, my ultimate favorite hobbies include drawing fan arts of Kpop groups & anime, while listening to music (second ultimate favorite hobby). I also like to swim and drive around because of my love for adventures and imagination (also relaxation). I especially love to eat sweets , in particular boba and macaroons. I have big brown eyes, long wavy brown hair, baby face (don’t look my age. I Am mistaken for looking 13-17). Sexuality: heterosexual Age: 23

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Hello @otakupandasworld​~! I hope these are to your liking~! I managed to get an idea for them all so hopefully these are up to par in comparison to Admin T’s lengthy match ups LOLOLOL Thanks for requesting with us bb~! uwu Anywho, I wanna congratulate you again on finishing up Uni!! Stay strong bb~!

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𝕀 𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕡 𝕐𝕆𝕌 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔽𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘…

ɴɪꜱʜɪɴᴏʏᴀ ʏᴜᴜ

I definitely get heavy vibes that initially meeting you, Noya would be dumbstruck by your overall beauty. He’d think another Kiyoko has graced his life and unlike before, he takes this sign as a chance to go in hard to woo you over man. Like If you thought him going after Kiyoko was pretty rough, then you’re in for a whole different ball game! 

Initially meeting you, he’d take your quiet state as a challenge. Even if other’s try to deter him by telling him you’re some cold ice princess. Well, we all know Noya doesn’t necessarily care. Boi will go all out to anyone he feels is capable of handling his affections.

Oml his surprise though when he finds out you’re a precious shy baby who be like a mini sunshine all in your own special light. He would deadass be the one to text you random memes he finds on the internet at 3 in the morning. He doesn’t seem like the anime type, but if you find some interesting one’s you’ll find yourself with a very cuddly puppy by your side. 

THIS. BOI. VENTS. TO. YOU. ALL. THE. TIME. If he’s going through a rough spot with one of his friends he’ll vent to you while y’all are cuddled up as you play with his hair. He also drinks your advice like it’s water man– like shiet more solid advice that’ll help him? Sign him the fuck up.

He is deffo a long car ride / road trip boi. Going anywhere excites him! He loves adventure and pushing himself to new extremes! Also, the moment he sees your art– best know he’s hyping you up so hard. Spam the VBC chat? Check. Spam Tanaka till he begs for mercy? Check. I’m telling you, any chance he gets to show you off he will man.

Also, DC? Movie dates every weekend. He’ll text you like, 

“babe I’m ready for another movie! I’m already on my way over!”.

Sometimes you gotta stop him from attempting to barge in when you’re fresh outta the shower oof. He too excitable. Also He loves your baby face? Like???? Kisses all the fucking time whenever he can man.

Also he worships your body. Like— he worships your body. And loves to show it any way possible– sksksk

End all, I think y’all would be a cute sort of extroverted meets introvert couple! 

ᴀʀᴍɪɴ ᴀʀʟᴇʀᴛ

Okay– hear me out he vibes on you with daydreaming and being an open-minded hardworking individual. Unlike Noya, he’s super gentle and delicate with his affections. He’s just as awkward and as shy as any other boy with their love, but don’t get me wrong. The moment he feels more confident and comfortable around you he be openly showing PDA. Sometimes he has thoughts where you might leave him, but unlike most he talks to you about it.

He’s the one to keep an honest relationship with you in terms of transparent communication. Whenever he gets the chance, he will deffo try to bake or learn basic recipes to gift you with whenever you’re training or studying up for their next move. 

Loves to read with you. Cuddle and read date? Big fucking check there. He recommends you books that might peak your interest. He sees you as a beacon of light. Someone who helps him retain his humanity and his morals. 

He was definitely scared and wary of you on your first meeting, but remembers that he’s friends with Mikasa and with a new found confidence decides to talk to you. (After a push from both Eren and Mikasa of course)

He absolutely adores looking into your eyes whenever you guys have a casual date. He thinks that your eyes are the key to everything he wants in life because they just tell him so many stories and reflect so many beautiful emotions.

Also, like Noya, he is in love with your baby face. He finds you absolutely adorable and can’t help but sneak in kisses to your cheek or forehead when you have a cute look of concentration on your face.

Over all, I feel like y’all would be the adventure seeking ones who’ll inspire others around y’all~.

ꜱʜᴜꜱᴇɪ ᴋᴀɢᴀʀɪ

Alright, despite being the jokester he’s actually not bad at being a civil human being. Yeah he’s gone through shit with the Sibyl system, but he’s managed to persevere through and at least make do with it. He absolutely loves to discover and play new video games with you! Like you, he’s super easy going– maybe too much so, but that’s where you dish him some of that serious time talk.

He’s super hesitant on talking about himself and his own feelings. The only thing he really talks about with in passion is how much he detests the Sibyl system and the occasional dark jokes of how he doesn’t have anywhere else to really go in life because of the fate he was dealt with.

Though eventually he begins to open up to you, and only you about his ideals and how people who don’t have to deal with the shit of the system. 

Definitely the type who will go out for midnight drives with you. Just you, him and the night sky. He really feels like it’s you and him vs. the world sometimes but it’s usually masked by his playful attitude.

Like you, he loves sweets! Will most definitely be the one to taunt you with sweets and steal quick kisses in between whenever he can. 

He will also be the one to keep you on the good side of the system. He wouldn’t want you to deal with the life he’s been dealt. 

As for how you look, he literally basks in your adorableness. He loves your expressions and how expressive your eyes can be. Playing with your hair is one of the things that’ll help keep him calm or distracted from the world. Is also the type to suddenly lift you into his arms and grin cheekily at your embarrassed expression.

ᴊᴀᴅᴇɴ ʏᴜᴋɪ

OKAY so like– I really see you and Jaden together? Like ??? Y’all be going on so many cute little adventures together. And each one has it’s own memorable moment. You sometimes have to stop him from doing the stupidest shit though oml—

Tbh he didn’t really notice you at first when you joined the squad, but your caring attitude and advice had him curious. Where did you get all that knowledge from? Thus equating to him talking to you more and baby kuriboi here growing a crush on you. 

He definitely loves to read manga with you! Any chill time with you is the best thing to him! Is also the type to show off your art, just not as extreme as Noya. He’s super casual about it! Whenever you guys are traveling or exploring the world to become great duelists, he likes to take you out on sudden dates. 

It catches you by surprise initially, but you’ve grown accustomed to these cute little dates. Constant hand holding and talking about your futures. Sometimes when the weather is nice and it’s just you two, you both like to imagine what kind of lives you’d both live in different worlds for the fun of it. 

Loves to just hold your hands tbh. He finds them so cute and delicate. He once tried to braid your hair, and well– let’s just say that ended in a bit of a mess. But it was fun and memorable nonetheless!

Over all, I feel like he’d be the one to help you break out of your shell a bit more when it comes to meeting new acquaintances. Especially since he’s pretty chill with everyone!

[luvnyx]

Slice

➝ Request from anon: "Hey! I hope youre doing well! Can i please have a Kagari Shusei x reader please? A fluffy oneshot with maybe some comedy would be good!"

a/n: hey hey! Thank you dear anon for requesting! I hope you like this, did my best~! It's been so long since I wrote for psycho pass and the fandom has been so dead, I miss Kagari man :']

!! Warnings: food mention

"No, you can't, you won't...", Kagari dramatised, voice feigned bitterness as he watched you reach for the last slice of pizza.

"Try me", you smirked, quickly grabbing the slice before he tackled you, "I'm convinced you never graduated kindergarten", you mocked, holding the slice up high.

"Says the very mature adult fighting for pizza", he sneered back as he pulled your wrist closer, attempting to bite the slice.

"alright, alright! Let's deal with this like rational people", you tried to resolve as his grip on your arm slightly loosened, eyeing you with comical suspicion.

"We'll cut the slice into two halves", you suggested with such seriousness, one might've thought you two were solving a despairing case.

"and you get more toppings while I get a cheese bread? Yeah, no, I don't think so", he retorted, seeming quite pleased with his answer.

"we'll split the toppings in half, too", you added reluctantly, rolling your eyes.

"Split 5, dummy", he snickered, "I have a trade offer", he said in the tone of a buisness man with an undeniable deal as he closed the gap between and pressed a chaste kiss on your lips, a sardonic smile plastered on his face when he noticed your flustered stutters and startled eyes before finally giving in.

He gently released your dazed form, content with his antics, "and I get this", he chirped, biting into the slice.

"That's not fair", you childishly glowered once you regained consciousness, eyes seeming to find everything in the room fascinating except him.

"You're so cute when you pout", he flirted, clearly enjoying the way he could make you flush with a few foolishly adorable words.

"that kiss isn't equal to the slice"

"oh, so you want more attention?", he pressed further, chuckling as he grabbed his MP3 player and laid down on the bed, sliding over.

Once you settled down next to him, a certain obscure, warm yet piercing thought seemed to overwhelm you, vague questions that you delayed took odd shapes, glaring at you from the corner of your mind, baring fangs.

But another feeling seemed to envelope you, averting your gaze from the distorted images temporarily, sinking you further into a little made-up paradise; his arms secured around your body as you felt a soft kiss on your forehead, your soul drifting away into the starry sky with the wistful melodies from a forgotten decade.

"Savour these moments, memorise every feeling and touch, because you'll never know when they'll be stolen", consciousness seemed to whisper, warning about the cold, unnerving world outside.

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[in-class-daydreams]

Parlay (Kuroo x Reader) | Ch. 9

- Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader (ft. Roommate Kenma)

Word Count: ~2, 200

Genres: Fluff, general buffoonery

CW: Swearing, sadness I guess, a little spicy but only, like, half a chili pepper out of 5

Summary: (Y/N), a first-year student attending Tokyo U, is living with her best friend, Kozume Kenma. Little did she know, her life would be turned upside down after being exposed to Kenma’s volleyball teammate and close friend, Kuroo Tetsurou. One wrong move, and the parlay’s stakes only get higher each time.

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“Is that a new style, (Y/N)?” Chisato pointed at her coworker’s misaligned shirt buttons. The young woman groaned, frantically fiddling with her uniform so she looked at least somewhat presentable.

On the way here, her phone was suddenly pinging with notifications, and before she could even check who was spamming her (and wasting her data), Tooru’s (beautiful) face popped up on her screen.

‘Oh dear...’ She mentally prepared herself to hear what was so important that Oikawa wanted her to hear it right now immediately.

“Hello? Tooru? What’s up?”

“(Y/N)-chan? Forget what I said earlier, he’s a moron. Go talk to him.”

“Tooru, what’re you talking abou--!” The call ended before she could ask him for any context.

Overworked, cranky, and thoroughly distracted, (Y/N) stood in the changing room with her brow furrowed. Flinging her apron down on a chair after failing to tie it properly for the fourth time, the girl glared into the mirror. Hair disheveled and eye bags deep, it felt like the completely put-together persona that she had worked so hard to build was crumbling down. Just after leaving Oikawa to his own devices at Tokyo U, she looked at her phone to see that it was already 5:17.

‘Shoot! I got too caught up with all this! I’m sorry Gran!’ she mentally apologized.

Making the sprint from Tokyo U to Chisai in ten minutes was doable for a trained athlete like Kuroo, but (Y/N), student, waitress, and studying extraordinaire, ended up being about five minutes late to her destination.

(Y/N) had only been late to work once, this being her second time. The last time she was late, she had spent ages profusely apologizing to Grandmother. The old woman didn’t seem to mind her being late, but to (Y/N), it was a guilt that never went away. She couldn’t believe she had been late to a 5:30 shift, which was just as the dinner rush was starting.

Now, she was both late and sweating profusely, a truly disgusting combination. While she wondered how one boy could get her so bent out of shape, Tamaki rapped gently on the changing room door.

“(Y/N)? Your boy’s here to see you!”

(Y/N) froze, “Okay, I’ll be right out!”

“Hurry up, though, we’re about to be swamped!”

It was already dark. The cool autumn air was beginning to turn cold. (Y/N) hugged herself to keep warm in her thin white dress shirt. She had barely made it down the steps of Chisai before she was dragged into a solid chest, held there by strong arms.

“Kuroo-san?” she gasped.

The boy in question just held her tightly, as if he was worried she’d pull away at any moment.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered into her hair.

“Kuroo-san, I-- What are you doing here?” she asked. Kuroo didn’t release his hold.

“I came to let you know I’m sorry. For everything. For being all weird around you, and for not talking to you properly, and for not treating you like a person. I really didn’t mean to make you feel like I don’t respect you, because I do. I really do. Maybe too much sometimes. And I don’t think you’re shallow at all, that was just me and my stupid mouth. I was the one who felt insecure, and it was wrong of me to take it out on you,” slowly, his arms fell away from her shoulders. She shivered at the loss of warmth.

“I… I accept your apology. I’m sorry, too. I went off on you for making assumptions, but after getting to know you, I should have known you didn’t mean any of those things. That was my-- Oh--!!”

(Y/N) found herself in another crushing embrace, the warmth surrounding her body once again.

“Wait!” she protested, (weakly) attempting to break out, “I haven’t apologized properly!”

Kuroo shook his head. Content, he rested his chin on her shoulder.

“Can we just stay like this for a little longer? That’s all I need from you.”

“But you deserve a full apology!”

“I’m just glad to see you.”

Pulling back, (Y/N) looked into Kuroo’s overjoyed expression.

‘Should I…?’ She hesitated.

Luckily, she didn’t need to make a decision as Kuroo’s catlike eyes flickered down to her lips. Her eyes fluttered shut as he leaned in.

“(Y/N)!” The girl yelped at the sound of her name. Clutching the tall boy by the hoodie, her head snapped towards the door of Chisai. Tamaki stood there looking harried.

“Unless your boy’s gonna put on an apron, you need to get your butt in here!” she snapped. (Y/N) smoothed her hair down with one hand and straightened her uniform with the other.

“I’ll be right there,” she told her coworker.

“You better.”

Somehow pristine and radiant once more, (Y/N) turned to Kuroo, grabbing his hands in both of hers.

“I’ll see you at the game tomorrow?”

Kuroo had become much more functional as a person around her since the ‘I table’ incident, but here she was, holding his hands, and his brain was going haywire because ‘Oh jesus, why are her hands so soft??’

His brain didn’t register the gentle pressure on his cheek until she had already lowered herself from her toes and was making her way up the steps to the tea house.

“And Kuroo?” Amber eyes snapped to attention at the sound of her voice, “You don’t need to worry about Tooru. I’m not sure how to say this, but, uh, you don’t really have any competition.”

“(Y/N), don’t make me come get you!”

Kuroo watched as she climbed the stone steps, giving him one last sweet look before she disappeared, leaving him standing there under the streetlight.

An absolute lovestruck idiot.

~~

“Bokuto-san!” Akaashi curved at the spine to send the outside hitter a toss. The spiker jumped up and slammed a straight right between the blockers, where it was picked up by the libero. The opposing team’s setter sent a toss to their ace.

Kuroo stepped to the side to line up with the hitter and jumped. The ball glanced off his left hand.

“One-touch!” he yelled over his shoulder.

Enraptured, Shusei leaned over (Y/N) shoulder, shoving fistfuls of kettle corn into his mouth.

“What’s up with your boy?” he said through a full mouth.

“I’m not sure…” she murmured. Her shoulders tightened up, “And stop calling him my boy!” she scolded her friend, who shrugged.

“You knew exactly who I was talking about, sooo.”

~~

It was Kuroo’s turn to serve. He tossed the ball in the air, jumped, and slammed it across the court, where the defense picked it up easily. Nishinoya picked up the opposing team’s attack and Kuroo hit a cross, where the defense was unable to save it. Kuroo ignored the roaring of the crowd, looking towards the stands. (Y/N)’s heart skipped a beat when the two of them made eye contact.

“Maybe you should go talk to him at the break,” Tamaki suggested, “ He’s probably distracted from that whole thing with you yesterday.”

“I can’t just waltz into the locker room!”

“Who’s stopping you?”

This time, Kuroo smashed his spike right into a three-person block.

“What is up with you today?” (Y/N) asked as if he could hear.

“I know you like being passive and staying on the sidelines,” Shusei’s eyes didn’t leave the court. He ran a hand through his styled strawberry blonde locks, “But that doesn’t seem to be going too well for you right now. If he can leave his comfort zone for you, maybe you can do the same, yeah?”

The referee blew her whistle, gesturing to the net. Kuroo had a look of pure anguish as the opposing team gained another point. The audience stared in shock as Tokyo U lost a point for Kuroo touching the net.

Tokyo U’s coach turned to his team in the box. Iwaizumi jogged up to the edge of the court, and held up a paddle with a familiar number.

“They’re taking him out?” (Y/N) wondered as Kuroo jogged over to the sideline. He took the paddle from his teammate and sat down on the bench. It was painful to see him so frustrated with himself.

The opposing team had taken the second set not long after Kuroo was benched. As the coach led them back to the locker room for a quick talk on strategy, Kuroo kept his eyes on the ground. Once he said his piece, the coach ordered everyone out except for Kuroo. With a sharp, “Get your head on straight!” the boys left their teammate to his own devices.

Meanwhile, (Y/N) sat conflicted up in the stands. She thought about Kuroo, and the miserable look he had on his face. The frustration that took over his whole body made (Y/N)’s heart strain in her chest, like it was reaching to be near him.

Every Tuesday and Thursday, Kuroo would walk her to work because it was getting dark, and he didn’t want to take any chances. Then, he’d bust his ass getting to practice so he wouldn’t be late, and yet, he never complained. Hell, he didn’t even take credit for it.

Kenma was right. She really was oblivious. That boy with the ridiculous bedhead that was constantly so tongue-tied around her… He really cared about her, didn’t he?

Nearly tripping over the spectators around her, (Y/N) apologized profusely as she rushed towards the exit. There was a loud bang when her foot slipped on the stadium stair. Bare shin painfully connected with metal, but while onlookers asked her if she was alright, the girl paid it no mind as she kept moving towards the end of the bleachers. Unaffected by any quizzical stares, she broke into a run towards the locker room entrance.

By no means was she an excellent runner. After spending all her time with her head in a book, her stamina had gotten a little low, to say the least. Side cramping and shins aching, she kept on running.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity had passed, her exhausted arms flung open the door. Kuroo jumped at the sudden intrusion. The bewildered young man took in the sight of his favorite girl, sweaty, disheveled, and wheezing with effort. That cute furrow in her brow that he enjoyed so much deepened as she marched right up to him.

The completely wrecked girl in front of him grabbed his face in both hands. Before he could even process what was going on, her mouth was ranting to him a mile a minute.

“Look, I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately, but I know you’re better at volleyball than this, and you know you’re better than this, so get it together! The guy I like is an excellent athlete and middle blocker, and you don’t have to win, but you will not go down like this, Tetsurou!”

Kuroo wasn’t sure what he felt first, her hands gripping the fabric of his jersey or his back slamming against the metal lockers with a thud. Any of those thoughts left his brain when her lips insistently met his. The world melted away and he tasted mint, strawberry, and something else uniquely her. She tasted like everything he ever dreamed she would. His strong arms wrapped around her waist as he pulled her closer. Every nerve in his body was electrified while her hand snaked through his sweat-slicked hair. For the entire time he knew her, she just seemed so flawless, fitting in perfectly wherever she went: their lecture hall, her apartment with Kenma, that party with his teammates, but she’d never felt so ethereal as she was right then, flush against him, his senses completely consumed by her touch, her taste, her soft lips on his.

When their lips finally parted, his hand slid up to her cheek, pulling her back to him hungrily, so that her heavenly mouth may never leave their rightful place against his ever again. Bracing her hands against his chest, she gently nudged him back. He compromised by placing his forehead against hers.

“Good luck,” she whispered against his lips.

Kuroo pulled back and gave her a determined look.

“I won’t need it.”

~~

“Tetsu-chan!” Oikawa tossed to Kuroo, who did a wipe across the opposing team’s block. Ever since the coach agreed to put him back in, Kuroo was on fire.

The opposing spiker growled in frustration at getting shut-out once again. Tokyo-U’s head coach nodded in approval.

“Gave yourself one hell of a pep talk in the locker room, huh?” Bokuto said. His friend shook his head.

“I guess I did,” he dismissed.

“Did that pep talk include putting on pink lip gloss, or was that just a side effect?” Nishinoya taunted from the back row.

Kuroo brought a hand up to scrub at his mouth, then decided not to, just in case that kiss was a one-time thing, or the very real possibility that he had fantasized the whole thing.

It was Ushijima’s turn to serve. One bounce, then two. The mountain of a man jumped and sent the ball flying to the other end of the court with breakneck speed. Somehow, the other team managed to get the ball in the air. Kuroo’s mind was going a mile a minute. The second set, the opposing team had done a back row attack, but it seemed this setter from the first set preferred to use the outside hitter, who was left-handed.

Grabbing Bokuto by the shoulders, the two quickly switched places, and, on Kuroo’s count, jumped up just as the ace’s hand connected with the ball, meeting Kuroo’s exceptional block and hitting the floor just in front of the libero’s save. The referee blew her whistle and crossed her arms, signaling Tokyo U’s victory.

~~

Taglist: @nekomas-kuroo @joyful-jimin @ohwow-ok

[atsuhoe]

Free

Osamu Dazai x Reader (Angst)

A/N: This happened before Dazai left Port Mafia

tw: mention of suicide (its Dazai duh), curse words, physical abuse, mentions of death

Dazai can hear the pitter patter of the rain droplets on the huge window he’s staring down from. Dull brown eyes reflecting the beautifully lit city in the building that looms over the heart of Yokohama.

“Mori has called for you” a voice spoke breaking the eerie silence, and Dazai’s deep thoughts. The owner of the voice immediately left after delivering the message to the executive.

Dazai closed his eyes and dropped his head turning to leave as per Mori’s orders.

Footsteps reverberated along the hallway of Port Mafia as the raven haired walked silently, alone. Dazai reached Mori’s office and entered without notice. “How’ve you been?” Mori asked staring at Dazai’s left arm, which is in a cast.

“Just brilliant.” Dazai smirked lopsidedly at Mori, staring at his eyes. Mori released breathy laugh and motioned to the folder on his table. “I got a job for you.”

“Slave driver” Dazai stated as he gave Mori a tired face plopping on the sofa near him. “You’ll find this interesting” Mori offered opening the folder and placing it in position for Dazai to see.

“Highly doubt it, unless I get to die in this mission.” Dazai yawned placing his foot on the coffee table while staring up, on the high ceiling of the gigantic office, hands behind his head, ignoring the opened folder.

“No but it should interest you as you are my subordinate and witness.” Mori said sighing as he closed the folder, knowing Dazai, he’ll already know what’s needed to be done before even told.

Dazai sat straight, his attention caught. “Do I get to kill myself?” His head bent to the side giving Mori a questioning look.

“No, but you can die while at it though?” Mori suggested. Dazai ignored Mori and laid down sideways on the sofa, hands hanging over the edge. “Y/N, who is also another witness is found out to be behind the recent death of 15 of our men.” Mori explained. “She already stole a fake from the vault.” He added, answering the question raised before.

Dazai turned serious. “I see.” he said as he realized what the situation is, you’re an ability user who can manipulate space. Ability perfect for the crime. Too perfect. Also, a person who knows about something that only Mori and he are supposed to be aware of. You’re using this information to kick Mori out of his place and bring back your father as the right leader.

You are the daughter of the former 3rd executive who was removed from the group after the supposed passing of the previous leader. It makes sense.

Dazai snorted and went out to start looking for you.

“He who makes the first move wins.” Mori said looking out the still raining view of outside.

-&-

“Shit!” Shusei, your father threw the book at the dirtied floor of the hideout. “You’re so goddamn useless!” Your father exclaimed darting towards your laying form, chained to the walls.

“You got a fake!” He said gripping your face firmly with one hand, forcing you to face him. You look lifelessly back into his eyes and didn’t utter a word. He breathed through his nose and released your head harshly to the side.

“You can’t even do a simple task, you good for nothing piece of shit.” Shusei said kicking your face so your body fly to the opposite direction.

Your father, has the ability to manipulate ability of someone he is related to. His powers has drawbacks, he leaves the used person shriveled off of their self as he constantly use them. No one knew about this since you’re the only relative he has left, and you’re the only person he can use to attain his selfish desires.

Shusei took his jacket from the messy table and took off to take care of your fucked ups. Before he left, he unchained you and activated his ability to leave you on guard of the secret base.

Meanwhile, Dazai stood from the roof a neighboring apartment near an abandoned arcade, which served as a hiding place for Y/N. He spotted Shusei leaving in a car with no caution of his surroundings.

Dazai jumped to the ground and walked inside the arcade, not bothering to check his surroundings. Not soon after, he felt a sharp knife materialize pointed to his neck as he was on the ground, front down, arms twisted at his back.

“Y/N, been too long?” Dazai said sweat visible on his face. When you didn’t answer, Dazai took a hold of your hand holding him down and activated his ability. Much to his surprise nothing happened, the knife you’ve materialized was still too sharp. Blood started to ooze from his skin due to the force.

When Dazai felt it going deeper, he cried “Ow ow ow! Aren’t you being a little too harsh?” Leading you to twist his arm more.

You want to answer him, but you can’t. You’re too tired fighting off the knife from sinking down to his throat. You soon flew to the other side of the room as you felt a stinging pain on your jaw, it must’ve been dislocated.

Dazai just got out of your grip as he hit your head with his cast, apparently containing a piece of heavy metal.

‘What’s wrong with her, I can’t deactivate her ability.’ Dazai thought while letting the metal drop on the floor. You were still, unmoving on the ground so he decided to check up on you.

Much to his dismay you hit him on his face and sent him flying.

Dazai sled down on the floor, blood oozing from his nose. He scanned the room and saw stuff form Port Mafia, stolen, and there’s a lot of it. One thing which didn’t go unnoticed was the heavy chain attached to the wall. What the hell was that for?

“G-go” You were able to mutter.

Dazai perked and turned his attention back to you. “I s-said go!” You tried to scream but it came out raspy and barely understandable. You stood up, even if you’re too tired to stand. Shusei’s power forced you to stand making you yelp in pain. Dazai can’t see you like this, he can’t.

Dazai stood up and walked towards your wobbling form, something inside is telling him to go to you.

You looked up to him, lifeless eyes staring back into brown, determined ones. “The f-uck you doi-?” you asked but you were forced to materialize a gun and raised it at him. Before you knew it, you already fired six bullets consecutively.

‘NO!’ you cried in your head.

Chuya, who was told by Dazai to wait outside was standing in front of you, bullets stopped mid air as Dazai stood behind him, stunned. Chuya, was about to project the bullets back to you but Dazai touched his elbow disabling his gravity letting the bullets drop on the floor.

“What the hell are you thinking you suicidal bastard?!” Chuya asked frustrated as Dazai hasn’t let go.

Your were then forced to materialize a chemical bomb around your body as you moved towards them, 30 seconds started counting down from the bomb. Your eyes bewildered as two person important to you were in danger because of you.

“KILL ME!” You finally managed to say.

The numbers were going down fast, Dazai, who was always fast to analyze data was just now realizing what was wrong.

10 seconds...

5 seconds...

Dazai sat up, head, and eyes hurting. He saw glimpses of red and orange light.

(Y/N), he thought as he raised his bloodied hands towards the scorching light before he slid into unconsciousness.

“D—-”

Who was it?

“Dazai” the voice repeated slightly slapping his face.

“DAZAI” The voice called louder this time, successfully bringing Dazai back to consciousness.

It was Chuya. Dazai moved into a sitting position and saw the burning arcade, and the structures adjacent to it.

“Y/n” Dazai whispered.

He felt something hot trickle down his face, he touched it and saw it wasn’t just blood. It was tears mixed with his blood.

He remembered your face as you asked him to kill you while tears streamed down your tired and yet beautiful face.

Dazai felt something in his hand, he stared at it.

It was a knife with blood. He has no stab wounds, neither does Chuya.

Dazai smiled sadly and gripped the pointed edge, Chuya was quick to kick the knife out of Dazai’s hand. “I won’t stop you next time.” He said.

Dazai placed the hands with both of your blood on his face.

He freed you, right?

[astharoshebarvon]

vampire knight

Will this be a rant? Of sorts, maybe.

It seems now there is another discourse in VK fandom, this time about whether Ren and Ai will be a romantic couple or not. Firstly, Hino is drawing them in a suggestive way, that’s true.

Do I care if they end up together or not? Not really. She has drawn Kaname and Zero in a suggestive way many times, hell, even in recent covers Zero is literally all over Kaname. Not to mention Zero/Kaname has way more fanfictions and incredible fanarts than either of the canon straight couples. It’s true, just check it.

Think what you want, above illustration is pure Zero/Kaname and Yume.

And, in the below one, Zero’s hand...Sorry, two rivals and enemies just don’t do that.

Look at the above illustration, that’s not how two guys stand if they are enemies, they just don’t.

Secondly, both Ai and Ren have an intense need of another’s blood. Now, many people say their relationship is creepy…

Sorry, but many shoujo mangas and mainstream novels have the same crap. The girl is obsessed with the boy and also ends up with him. Yikes. Gross.

And, those stories are celebrated. So, why be against these two? Oh, wait, it’s because they are not hetero.

Hino is not doing anything great even if they do come out as a couple, Clamp has done it many times and Clamp works are way more popular than Hino’s can ever be.

X, a shoujo genre manga has Kamui and Fuuma.

They loved each other, don’t even try to argue with me about it.

Seishirou and Subaru, the most tragic couple of manga and anime are also in it. CCS has Yue with Clow Reed, Yukito/Yue and Touya, Sakura and Tomoyo, some of these feelings are one sided, but none of them are hated.

These couples are way more popular than whole VK manga. Rg Veda, another shoujo has Amaterasu and Souma, Taishakuten and Ashura-ou, Yasha and Ashura can also be interpreted as an M/M couple. Oh, wait. That’s canon. They are together in Tsubasa.

And, don’t get me started on Fai and Kurogane. There you go people, these are shonen and shoujo mangas which have same sex couples.

And, the readers know there was something going on between Fai and Kurogane even if it’s not stated explicitly.

Clamp literally said,”do not call Fuuma and Kamui brothers”. They are soulmates. They don’t even mention the obsessed fangirl, kotori.

Arina Tanemura, whose stories are a perfect example of a  fangirl ending with the guy they were after, also has a single M/M couple in one of her works. Mostly in her stories, the main girl likes one guy, but in the end, that guy never ends up with her. He ends up with one of the obsessed fangirls.

Am I still bitter about how dirty the mangaka did Itsuki Otomiya? Yes. The sweetheart doesn’t even know Haine was his daughter, and the whole bloody cast had coloured illustrations, a freaking artbook is there for the series, but not a single illustration for him. Yikes.

I hope she redeems herself and makes Tokita and Chikage a couple in 31 Ai dreams. The only series of hers which didn’t have this cliché was Sakurahime Kaden and Kamikaze Kaitou Jeanne.

And, let’s be honest, Eiichi would have have ended up with another fangirl if he wasn’t dead in Full moon. Thank god he was spared that bullshit. But, then again, he dies. That’s not good either.

Gentleman’s alliance cross, Nekota are just bad. Yes, the art is beautiful, but that doesn’t mean the males of her series deserved to end up with obsessive fangirls.

The one with underage relationship, Nekota or whatever [thank god that was never picked up by Viz.] In this, the blue haired dude, Serizawa, who the main girl liked from the beginning didn’t end up with her, he ended up with a fangirl. Ugh.

And, it is incestuous, the girl has feelings for her underage cousin.  Right.

Her art is beautiful, but damn it, her stories are so annoying.

For her only M/M couple in shinshi doumei cross, she had to make one half of the MM couple a cross dresser.

The guy, Maora was wearing woman’s clothing every time he and Maguri were shown together. He was never once shown as his real, tall self with Maguri.

And, she has said she isn’t comfortable with yaoi, but is okay with shonen ai.

Right.

But the point is, it’s been done many times.

In Hana Kimi, one of the protagonist’s elder brother is gay. He was the school’s physician if I am not wrong. So, Hino is not doing anything new.

Kyou Kara Maou is a shoujo manga, but it has Wulfrum and Yuri, two guys as a main couple. Granted, nothing happens, but they are engaged.

The manga was published in Asuka, a shoujo magazine.

Same goes for uraboku, Luka loves Yuki, regardless of the fact whether he is a female or a male. Senshirou and Kuroto were together, Hotsuma and Shusei were married in previous lives and they were very much together in the present as well.

Do I think Ren and Ai will end up together, I dunno. Maybe they will, maybe they won’t. But I don’t think she will show them as a couple. If she will, fine. If she doesn’t, then also fine. They have an intense desire to be with each other, and their relationship is not parallel to Kaname and Yuuki’s or Haruka and Juri’s.

One can say they are like Rido, Yuuki’s uncle, not like the above two couples.

There are many differences between them and the two couples.

And, let’s not forget the harem Sara created, in fact she even kissed one of the girls.

Do I care about Ren and Ai ? No.

My sole reason for reading this manga is: Yume. Just bring Yuuki back and show Yume happily ever after. I really don’t care who ends up with whom.

But some reasons regarding Renai are hypocritical. This manga has incest, why are you being bothered by it now? Hell, she drew Ichiru and Zero in suggestive way too, and Zero’s care for Ichiru could also be questioned in that case.

I am not sure if the above is Zero and Ichiru or Zero with another personality of his, I don’t want to see my artbook right now, but it can be seen as Zero and Ichiru.

We don’t like yuri and yaoi.

Well, in that case I really hope it happens so it’ll tick off the people who make this statement. Yes, it’s a derogatory statement.

If the mangaka wants to do it, she can, it’s her choice. Hate her for it, plenty do. Zekis and yumes do for their reasons. I dislike the way she does things too, I hate many things she has done. But, hey she still did them.

Read Yona of the dawn in that case, that’s the only series which isn’t “problematic”

But,  Kija and Jaeha can be shipped in that too. I do ship them. And, the author has drawn shonen ai doujinshi’s.

And, Yona was in love with Su-won in the beginning, who is her cousin. Incest is incest, whether it’s between siblings or cousins, they are family.

I really don’t think Hino will show Ren and Ai as a couple. Siblings who are weirdly close, yes. Romantic couple, I don’t think so. If I am wrong, fine.

Just give me my Yume happy ending, and Takuma and Seiren scenes. I literally don’t care about the kids relationship. I just don’t. First, I had to suffer through that traitor’s crap with the stupid bint, Sayori, now this.

Edit :  Finally I read this chapter…

I don’t understand how anyone can even compare whatever crap that is going on between Ai and Ren to Yume and Haruka / Juri. The Kuran couples never looked so fucking weird with each other.

I was absolutely right in thinking their feelings for each other are reminiscent of what Rido felt. Just because Ai is Yume’s daughter doesn’t mean she’s a perfect character. Give me a break. Then again she had a crush on Zero as well.

And, she was raised among people like Ruka and Aidou, traitors and obsessed idiots. It’s no wonder she turned out idiotic.

She looks weird when she says, “she had her sister with her” to Youko.

I am not going to post the image cause its just bad.

Yume and Haruka/Juri were never so fucking creepy. Never.

Ren is just so bland and sad in everything that I don’t know what to think. Youko was the only one who wasn’t weird in this Ch.

The author should just wrap this up, it’s neither interesting nor is evoking any feelings in readers. It’s as bad Sayori/Aidou crap. Just stop with the useless story arcs, show Kaname and Yuuki together and end this shit.

I really don’t think the two girls will end up together. Their scenes aren’t sweet, and if she wants to show them, just do it and move on. They are both boring and least interesting. They are so bad it will not matter whether are together or apart.

They are as bad as other creepily obsessed M/F couples in novels and shoujo manga where the obsessed fangirl ends with the boy. This trope itself is gross. Who even cares about them?

They are only being hyped because they are two girls. When people thought Ren was a boy there wasn’t much reaction. I know there wasn’t. But now that they are two girls…

Hate them because they are stupid, no point in saying we don’t like them because its FF relationship. That’s just bigotry. Or maybe the author should be honest and say I wanted Zero and Kaname to fuck but Yuuki kept on getting in the way. So, I decided to pair their daughters together. because according to the author incest is fine in VK.  Just drop this crap already Hino.

I mean what the hell is up with this boring arc ?

I don’t even understand why stupid shit like this is overlooked in MF couples but if same happens in same sex, everyone is like, looks its unhealthy.  Incest, age difference, obsessed idiots/ fangirls, they are all bad.

I love Clamp, but that Rika and Terada thing was just plain gross. Same goes for Rin and Sesshoumaru.

I kept on telling myself about the latter one, no they are a parent child relationship. But at one point, I had to accept it was anything but family love. I love Sesshoumaru and always will. But I can’t get behind Rin/Sessh or whatever nonsense it was. Sessrin is celebrated, it’s a fact. It’s creepy, don’t deny it.

I know some of their artists and Sesskag [yuck] kept on leaving rude comments on SessKik fanworks, my favourite ship.

And Terada/Rika thing is overlooked because, let’s be honest CCS is fucking awesome. I overlook it and concentrate on yue yukito/ touya, syaoran/sakura.

I just want this RenAi thing to go away. I can’t stand either of them. Just show Kaname and Yuuki together and end this series. Hino should wrap it up and start a new one. VK will not gain the popularity it had at one point no matter what. The author is just coming off as desperate.

[h-i-z-a-s-h-i]

Chanel N°5 (Shusei Kagari x leitora)

Sexto dia. Esse era o sexto dia que ele ia até aquela cafeteria só para vê-la. Todos os dias, por volta das 16:00 horas ela ia até a cafeteria, pedia uma xícara de café com creme e uma fatia de torta. Não sabia exatamente o porquê, mas estava bastante atraído pela moça, e precisava ao menos falar com ela, saber seu nome. Caminhou despreocupadamente e foi até o balcão, pediu uma xícara de café e esperou. Ela estava sentada em uma mesa perto da janela. Quando seu café ficou pronto, pegou a xícara e caminhou até a mesa onde a moça estava sentada. Ela encarou-o por breves segundos, depois abriu um sorriso simpático. — Sente-se. — ela fez um gesto com a mão, indicando a cadeira em sua frente. — Obrigado. — sorriu, sentando-se. Estava mais nervoso do que pensava. Ela levou um pedaço da torta até a boca. — Como se chama? — (s/n). — respondeu. — E você? — Kagari Shusei. — ele bebeu um pouco do café. Não queria falar sobre ele, queria saber sobre ela. — Shusei... — ela deu um pequeno sorriso. — Você não é japonesa, né? — ele perguntou. — Não, estou apenas visitando meus tios. — respondeu. — E de onde você vem? — França. — respondeu. — E essa torta é uma das melhores que eu já provei, acho que você deveria... — ela ofereceu-lhe um pedaço da torta. Não havia como recusar, abriu a boca e aceitou o doce. Ela o observou enquanto mastigava, não sabia o porquê, mas havia gostado bastante do garoto ruivo com grampos no cabelo. — Então, o que achou? — Eu adoro pêssegos. — ele deu uma pequena risadinha. — Você vem sempre aqui? — ela perguntou, bebendo um pouco do chá. — Não, passei a vir com mais frequência depois que te vi. — ele admitiu, sentiu o rosto ficar quente. — Entao você estava me vigiando? — ela olhou para as mãos, depois deu uma risadinha. Não parecia estar brava. — Na verdade, eu estava reunindo coragem pra vir falar com você. O coração da moça acelerou com a confissão do ruivo. Seus olhos pareciam piscinas de lava, tão brilhantes e acolhedores. Devia ter ficado assustada por saber que um estranho observava-a, mas por algum motivo não havia ficado. — (s/n), por favor, eu... — ele esticou a mão sobre a mesa para toca-la. Ela se encolheu com o toque repentino. — Me desculpe. — disse, por fim. — Não precisa se desculpar, Shu. — ela segurou a mão dele. O toque quente das mãos dela fizeram seu coração vibrar. — (s/n)-chan, será que eu posso te levar a um lugar? — ele perguntou. Ela olhou para o relógio, infelizmente tinha que voltar para casa. — Eu preciso voltar para casa. — ela respondeu. — Ah, sim. — não conseguiu esconder a decepção. — Você pode ir até metade do caminho, se quiser. — ela se levantou. — Sério? — ele abriu um sorriso brilhante como o céu de verão. Ela assentiu. Pegou sua bolsa e os dois caminharam para fora da cafeteria. O sol já começava a se recolher, as pessoas andavam em um ritmo frenético para voltar a suas casas, e ele, nem se importava com nada. Apenas queria aproveitar o tempo restante ao lado da moça. Uma leve brisa fez com que seu vestido e longos cabelos balançassem, espalhando seu doce perfume, ele respirou fundo, queria sentir aquilo mais uma vez. — O que você mais gostou no Japão? — perguntou ele, quebrando o silêncio. — Kagari-san. — respondeu. Ele olhou para o lado, não havia entendido. — Como? — Você me perguntou o que eu mais gostei no Japão, eu respondi. — ela olhou-o. — Kagari-san. — corou. Seu coração palpitou um pouco ao ouvir aquilo, abriu um sorrisinho e olhou para o chão. Mais uma vez, o vento veio, espalhando o doce aroma da garota. Instintivamente, ele procurou pele cheiro e quando viu, estava muito próximo dela. Afastou-se um pouco, envergonhado. — É Chanel N°5. — disse, aproximando os passos que ela havia afastado. — Você cheira muito bem. — ele comentou, corando violentamente. Os dois caminharam até a estação do metrô. — Acho que é um adeus. — ele murmurou. — Acho que sim... — ela olhou para os pés. — Será que... — ele parou de falar assim que foi abraçado pela moça. Era como se já se conhecessem já muitos, uma estranha conexão. — Daqui a uma semana eu vou embora. — ela disse. — Mas eu quero te ver antes disso, se também quiser, vá até a cafeteria as 17:00 na sexta-feira. — (s/n)-chan... — ele murmurou. — Até mais, Shusei. — soltou-se do abraço e caminhou para longe dele. Não olhou para trás, não queria encarar os olhos de lava líquida do ruivo. Era intenso demais, podia se queimar. Sexta-feira, 16:55 da tarde. Passou correndo pela porta da confeitaria, a suave música do ambiente embalaram-o junto com o cheiro gostoso do café quentinho. Borboletas se agitaram em seu estômago, estava incrivelmente ansioso para encontrá-la. Sentou-se na mesma mesa da vez passada. Gotículas de chuva começaram a molhar o vidro. Tinha mesmo que chover? Shusei tentou se distrai lendo o cardápio. Era patético ler uma coisa que já conhecia de frente para trás, mas precisava desfazer sua ansiedade de alguma forma. Lembrava-se de seu cheiro, o sorriso e o brilho de seus olhos. Queria sentia a textura de seus cabelos em seus dedos, o calor de sua pele, suas mãos macias. Lembrava-se de como o vestido bege que ela usava ficava perfeitamente alinhado ao seu corpo de forma graciosa, o jeito como seus cabelos caiam em seus ombros e costas. Shusei sabia que se aquela fosse a última coisa que visse, já seria o suficiente para ele. Olhou para o relógio, como o tempo havia passado rápido, já eram 17:45. — Por favor... — tamborilou os dedos na superfície da mesa. Estava nervoso, ansioso e chatiado com a chuva incessante que caia lá fora. Esperou mais alguns minutos, e quando o relógio marcou 18:00 em ponto, ele se levantou. Pediu um café com creme, e no espaço onde era para estar escrito seu nome, ele pediu que escrevessem "PARA LEMBRAR DE (S/N)". Ele ainda assim queria se lembrar dela. Saiu de encontro a chuva, as gotas encharcavam sua roupa rapidamente, em menos de cinco minutos ele já estava pingando. Bebeu um pouco do café, começava a esfriar. Nunca havia sido tão decepcionado assim em sua vida. — Shusei! — ouviu uma voz feminina. Olhou para trás e viu a garota correndo em sua direção, o vestido preto encharcado e os cabelos colados em sua testa e pescoço. — (s/n)? — ele foi até ela. — Me desculpe, com a chuva, eu não consegui chegar. — ela respirou fundo. — Eu achei que você não vinha. — O que é isso? — ela perguntou, apontando para as palavras escritas no copo de café. — Eu... Não sei bem. — Me desculpe, eu queria te ver antes de ir embora. — ela o abraçou. Ele envolveu-a em seus braços. — Enfrentou essa chuva toda só por um abraço? — ele perguntou. — Valeu a pena, não foi qualquer abraço. — ela respondeu, ainda sem soltá-lo. — É uma abraço da minha pessoa favorita de todo o Japão. — ela completou, fazendo-o sorrir. Ele respirou seu doce cheiro, querendo permanecer ali para todo sempre. — Já que é assim... — o abraço foi quebrado. Ele fitou-a. — O que foi? — ela desviou o olhar. — Não valeu a pena? — Essa chuva toda por uma abraço? — ele passou a mão nos cabelos molhados. — Sim, mas... — preferiu não falar. Inclinou-se e beijou-a com doçura e leveza. Era um beijo apaixonado e inocente, foi melhor do que ele imaginou. — Tudo isso por um beijo, Kagari Shusei? — ela sorriu. — Sim, (s/n)-chan. — ele passou os dedos pela sua bochecha. — Então você vai mesmo embora? — Não, vou ficar mais um tempo com meus tios. — seu sorriso alargou. — Não posso ir embora quando meu lugar favorito está aqui no Japão. — Está falando sério? — ele deixou o copo cair no chão e segurou as mãos da moça. — Estou. — ela assentiu. A chuva ainda os atingia bravamente, o vento soprava, mas o sentimento era capaz de aquece-los. — Acho que amor à primeira vista existe. — Concordo, (s/a). — ele acariciou sua bochecha. — Talvez nós tenhamos encontrado o amor bem onde estamos.

[delvalentine]

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[reader x shusei kagari] 

If only he believed in tomorrow, he might still have you.

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[thewritetofreespeech]

hello! could i please request headcanons of kagari from pp with a girlfriend who is on the shyer side, but very loving and affectionate? ty!

Kagari is, as we all know, an extrovert.

He loves attention and being the center of it (likely due to his isolation as a child)

When he meets [Y/N], who is shyer, he makes a considered effort to include them in things and get them out of their shell.

It’s his new mission in life to get them to open up.

As he starts to spend time with them, he realizes that though they are shy they are incredible intuitive and affectionate with the people they are close to.

Unlike Kagari, who wants to be friends with everyone, they are more selective on who they let into their circle. And though allowed in are awarded with their love, attention, and affection.

Now his new mission is to be one of those people.

He feel incredibly proud when he makes it past the barriers, and is very protective on who they let in after him.

Not that he stops them from making friends. Kagari wants them to have lots of friends. But he knows the work he went through and he wants other people to respect their boundaries & run the gauntlet too.

He also acts as a barrier in social situations they are uncomfortable with. Taking the brunt of the interaction so they don’t feel overwhelmed or overstimulated by people.

[psychopasss4]

Division 1 prepares for Holiday

Picture this scene, when you are the newbie of the former Division 1. And they were just wrapping up their Batch Photoshoot for November 🤗

You begin tearing down some Jack-o'-lanterns 🎃 hanging on the wall when suddenly... 🤭

Kagari: "Hey Newbie, we're now preparing for the upcoming Christmas celebration why don't you join us decorating?"

Masaoka: "Nah, Shuuseii, let the rookie rest a bit! Hey, why don't you have some drink with us?"

Ginoza: "Oh there you are! We have another case that relates to the Holiday season. I want you to review this found DVD with me... 😯?? Wai...what?! Hang on where are you going?!"

Overwhelmed, you started running down the hallway and accidentally enters the Analysis room. Where you saw Karanomori and Kunizuka in a veeeeeery comfortable position.

🙀

Shion: "Yes dear? May we help you?" she teasingly asks.

And so you started running to the next room wherein...

Akane: "Oh, hi there! What's the matter?"

つづく

😉

[lalunanymph]

𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆

-> on one snowy day, in between two cities, you and shuji are reunited in the briefest and unlikeliest of ways.

tw. pregnancy, angst, btu-verse, past memories of cheating, takes place six months into yn’s and shuji’s fallout

hanma shuji x fem!reader

a/n. just a little drabble that wouldn’t leave my thoughts abt how fate has a funny way of reminding us of a person even when we’re no longer with them through the power of music.

No one told you how haunting memories could be when they had nowhere to go.

No matter where you went in this city, every pulsing light, every bated breath in the cold, reminded you of him.

His name—the syllables and cadence you never gave yourself a chance to recall—hummed like a prohibition sign in your head, and you buried them along with your soft sigh.

Palming your six month pregnant belly, you winced at every step you took.

On some days, you wondered if your belly would pop; truly, you were growing at such a rapid pace, you wouldn’t be surprised if Shusei came out heavier than the maximum eight pounds and thirteen ounces. The thought brought a smile to your lips, and despite the snow falling down, your spirits remained unaffected.

Chifuyu had offered to drive you to the grocery store, but once you found out he had an important meeting with Toman today, you declined his kindness with a strained smile. Kisaki will wonder where you are—it’s best to not rouse any suspicion.

Hiding your face behind your scarf, you hailed a taxi cab. The kindly old man got down and helped you load your bags in the boot without being asked, and you thanked him profusely.

Once inside the cab, the heater circulated the interior with warmth, and you exhaled, rubbing your belly in sated tiredness. Your mind was a few miles away, not here in this cab, and definitely not on the fact that your bank had tried to call you again, this time with the excuse that your cash was running low and you should consider switching to a higher-yield account.

The day was far too beautiful to think about terrible thoughts, and you let your mind wander, mindlessly rubbing circles on your swollen belly.

“Sorry, but may I ask how far along are you, miss?” the old man’s shining dark eyes caught yours through the rearview mirror and you smiled sheepishly.

“About six months,” you murmured, gently grazing the top of your belly with steady fingers. “He’s due sometime in spring. I can’t wait to meet him.”

The driver chuckled, low and warm. “I remember when my son first arrived. You and your husband need to get all the sleep you can before those nightly terrors begin.”

His advice was given with good intention, but you were starkly reminded of your bare ring finger. Tucking your left hand closer to your side, you nodded, a strained smile missed by his flashing eyes when he returned them back onto the road.

You didn’t say anything else, and the rush of wheels on gravel filled your mind with pleasant white noise. The hum of the radio was a steady companion to the familiar droll of traffic, and you picked up a familiar tune amidst your blanketing thoughts.

Leaning forward, you murmured, “I’m sorry, can you please turn up this song?”

It was as you suspected. The sweet melody filled the car interior, and you were instantly transported back to a dim dance floor, remembering a gentle spotlight on both your awkward forms; his arms around you, those frozen amber eyes resolutely locked on a spot beyond your shoulder.

The first dance you both had as husband and wife was little more than a dissimulation.

Somewhere in the crowd, his mistress sat, watching you both welcome your new lives as husband and wife through a simple waltz. Did she cry? Curse your name?

You sat back into the old seats and momentarily let the memories wash over you.

How warm his palms were on your back despite his frosty demeanour. The strength you could not deny when your arms had wrapped around his shoulders. How he did not look at you even once throughout the whole dance.

Stabs of pain filled your form, and you took a shaky breath. “I’m sorry, but can you please turn off the radio?”

Your voice was thick, and you stared outside the snowy window, trying hard to ignore the driver's concerned stare burning into the side of your face.

“Is something the matter, miss?”

“No, no,” you cleared your throat, giving him a fleeting, short smile which did not touch your red-rimmed eyes.

“I’m sorry. I just… I just thought this song was familiar but it looks like I was mistaken.”

Shuji felt his temper tick up a notch when the car did not move.

His palm spasmed around his phone, and his hard eyes met the nervous driver’s through the rearview mirror.

“What’s taking so long?” he snapped. “The meeting is starting in an hour.”

“I’m sorry, sir,” the young man dipped his head forward in a quick, sloppy bow. “It appears the road is blocked in the front from a snow pile up. I heard the authorities are working on it.”

Shuji clicked his tongue and turned his attention back to the snowy backdrop. Tokyo’s skyline shimmered in the distance, rising like cold, steel giants greeting the wintry chill. From the corner of his eye, he noticed the driver switching on the radio, most likely trying to placate his superior’s infamous bad temper.

The first strings of a melody pricked his ears. The harsh command he almost spat at the newbie driver to get him to the hotel on time died on his tongue when the singer started crooning.

Unbidden, swathes of white in his grip swam past his conscious defenses, bringing to mind the feel of a much smaller body in his arms. Your face appeared next in his memories, timid and almost blinded from the weak spotlight trained on both your forms.

The music swirled around him, drowning his thoughts in the eddies and ebbs of your sweet eyes.

How your lashes fluttered one too many times as if you were warding off worrying thoughts like they were gnats hovering around your vision. The pale row of your teeth shining from your parted mouth, a small smile on your face despite his unresponsiveness.

Putting on a show for the men in the dark who controlled the strings of both your fates.

At least you tried to put on a brave face. Shuji could barely remember what he was thinking about and he desperately found he wanted to revisit this sudden memory of you that came like a gift.

“Hey,” his voice was gruff, laced with something that sounded like desperation. “Turn the volume up.”

The driver did as he said without hesitation, and the interior of this luxurious sedan was filled with the lush vocals of this famous 90s singer who sang about a love that would last her a lifetime.

Something tugged in his heart and gut; Shuji stared at his left hand for a split second, fingering your wedding ring next to his own.

Six months, four days and eleven hours.

Thoughts of you left him incapable of stepping out his own mind—as it always did.

He casted a look towards the falling snow and wondered how you were—if you were warm and well. Shuji hoped that wherever you were hiding from him, it was comfortable and you had every luxury you needed.

“Is this your favourite song, sir?” The young driver tried to make conversation, and he regretted not bringing his Glock if it meant this intrepid schmuck wouldn’t interrupt his thoughts of you.

“Shut up,” he simply said, though his deep voice lacked its characteristic bite as he disappeared deeper into his memories; feeling the knot in his chest tighten till it left him unable to breathe from the sorrow still lining his broken heart.

“I’m trying to enjoy this song.”

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[2dmenarewonderland]

More Than Colleagues [OTBS Shusei’s smut]

Our Two Bedroom Story Shusei x Mieke (Reader smutmylifeup)

Mieke’s POV

“Oh I’m a lucky man to have you all lovely ladies to come visit me.”

Is he for real?! I have been working my ass off for this article as Shusei’s sent to hospital from a minor car accident. After another long day with Minato’s mockery and Tsumugu’s criticism, visiting Shusei is something I’ve been looking forward to and this is what I see: my man being surrounded by a bunch of girls from other departments and he’s obviously enjoying it!!!!!

Instead of spoiling his fun, I head to the bathroom with a more fun idea in mind, oh someone’s going to be sorry!!!!  Fortunately the bathroom is empty, putting an out of order sign in front and carefully locking the entrance door, making myself comfortable in one of the stalls and begin my naughty little game. Too bad I only have one hand free as the other is holding my phone for recording, I smile sweetly and blow a kiss to the camera before tilting the angle downwards to my cleavage, slowly unbuttoning my blouse and pushes the bra up a little as I give my left a nice firm squeeze, gently playing with my nipple and twitching it slightly to heat up.

The camera follows my hand downwards to my already rolled up skirt with a soaked panties, impatiently sliding it to the side I start rubbing my nub with my index finger. As my breathing increase, I can’t help but moan. “Hmmmm, babe..” Then soon picking up the pace with two more fingers, causing enough friction to make me whimper, “Ahhh faster … Min…Minato….” With Shusei’s shock and jealous expressions in my mind, my high arrive pretty quickly.

I nonchalantly get dress after pressing the send button and happily march towards his room again. All the girls are still there and they’re not please to see me, after all rumor says that I am the one who’s trying to seduce their prince. Well well well, rumor can be right sometimes, can’t i? But guess what bitches? I am the one he wants since his eyes never left me from the second I walk in and from the way he looks at me, he wants to punish me as much as I want to.

The girls gang up and tell me to buy some drinks so I oblige, only to find their beloved prince is right behind me. With his hand gripping my wrist and pulling me into a random storage room (oh the cliche) then soon pins me to the close door. (More cliche) I can no longer hide my evil grin, “What is it, Mr. Hayakawa? I’m on my way to grab some drinks for our colleagues.”

“Stop teasing me! I was just being polite.” Shusei whispers his reasons which I am not buying of course, “Of course you were. But you don’t need to tell me. Now, I’ll like to get…” He shuts me up with a deep kiss on the lips and moments later, he finally pulls away, “Can’t you tell how I feel?

“What are you implying Mr. Hayakawa? I thought we are just colleagues, like Minato and I are just colleagues.” I ask, deciding to tease him further more.

“Oh nonono. He and you are colleagues alright but us… I’ll show you!” He says with his usual charming smile but his eyes are darken with desire, “You have no idea what you can do to me.” He growls before slamming his lips onto mine again but this time much more aggressive, pushing me up against the shut door, making me let out a gasp. His hands are placed on my hips to hold me in place as he grinds them together, lips furiously attacking mine. Oh I should have made him lose control way sooner!!! Maybe I should thanks those girls after all, seeing Shusei completely takes charge is just fucking hot.

“I’ll fuck you good, Mieke! You’ll be on your knees and begging me as I pound into you. You’ll be screaming my name and my name only. I’ll make you come so hard and I will be the only man you ever think of.” Shusei growls into my ear as he begins to violate my neck with love bites, kneading my ass with his large hands. His proud boner pushes against my skirt, in desperate search for more friction underneath his loose patient’s garment.

Moving my hand to his crotch but he quickly stops me and smirks, "I didn’t get to touch so neither do you now, Mieke.” Grrr, damnit. His lips resumes to my neck and traces down my collarbone. After few moments of kissing and biting, he pulls away, “On your knees. And be a good girl, put your hands behind your back for me.”

I like this side of Shusei, we have had our little games before, within the offices, love hotels and at home but he has never been this demanding. Although the actual status of our relationship is unclear, there’s no doubt about the chemistry between us. Obeying as he instructs and lacing my hands together behind my back on my knees in front of him. Facing with his huge bulge with my mouth already craving his full attention after his long gone kisses. He pulls both his pants and boxer down, making his fully hard erection slaps up against his tone ab. He groans at the sudden relief, “Now let me feel your pretty lips again, babe.” He ushers and gathers my ponytail.

Hungrily licking his shaft from the base to top while keeping eye contact with Shusei., I watch his enjoyment. Taking a sharp breath as I tease the tip, circling it and licking up the precum that is dripping from the top. “Don’t you think you’ve done enough teasing for one night?” He hisses, pulling my hair a little. Giggling out loud, knowing that he’s on the verge of falling apart. “Come on, Mieke.” He then bucks his hips forward, pushing his dick in.

Hollowing my cheeks and bobbing my head up and down. I soon hear him groans and swears, “Fuck!! Shit, god damnit… ahhh.” Next he hits the back of my throat, making me gag a little. After a while, he starts fucking into my mouth, keeping my head still and follows his grips. “Fuck,  Mieke. You always … make me lose control.” He says, voice restrain as his thighs begin to shake. He’s close so I push down further, making sure he hits the back of my throat each time.

“Fuck!!! I…” He cuts himself off as he suddenly stills, muscles tensing as he comes down my throat in long spurts. “Ahhh!!!!” He moans, coming down from his high before pulling out. Wiping the extra of his release from the corner of my lips, I swallow the rest savoring his bitter sweet cum. Leaning forward once again to lick his shaft from bottom to top, not wanting to miss any drop.

Shusei looks down with a satisfying smile, “Now it’s my turn to show you what you mean to me.” Gently helping me up and sits me on an unused desk, he pushes my legs up and spreads them wide open. Pressing himself above and slowly rubbing his member against my soak panties, “You are all wet for me babe. I’ll make you feel good.” He starts kissing my hair, forehead down to my nose, lips then whispers closely to my ear, “I will only make you feel good, Mieke.” He pulls away and locks his gaze with mine, “Only you.”

[iluvsexyvoltageguys]

One Last Taste

Fandom: Our Two Bedroom Story (Love 365)

Pairing: Shusei x Reader

“Cheer up! There’s plenty to celebrate tonight!” Akiyoshi shouted over the music and lively conversations.

You watched as Shusei shrugged him off just to toss back the last of his drink and motion for another one.

”Just because she’s here doesn't mean you gotta drink yourself into a coma,” Kaoru said.

“I’m not drinking just because of her,” Shusei retorted.

You shifted uncomfortably on your chair just a few seats down and avoided looking in their direction.

Did they know you could hear, or was it pure accident? As if you didn’t feel bad enough already! You weren't blind to the strife that Shusei had been going through since you two split, but you couldn’t focus on him. You needed to focus on yourself.

 "Yeah right,” you muttered, tapping your nails against the bar. You couldn’t enjoy anything lately. Shusei's sad face loomed everywhere. God, where was your drink?

"Sorry about that ma'am. Here you go. That’ll be six dollars.”

As you went to slide your card to the man, another hand slapped a ten down beside you. "Such a beautiful lady should never pay for her own drinks.”

You looked up to find Chiaki staring you down with a predatory smile. You stammered out a thank you as you tried to figure out why he was buying you a drink.

"No problem, cutie. You should come join us. We need some good company. What do you say?” Chiaki invited.

As he spoke, he got closer to your face until you could feel the heat from his breath across your cheek. It was tempting. You and Shusei had broken up over a month ago and you hadn’t paid attention to any advances from men since then. Maybe now was the perfect time to get back in the saddle.

"Let me go powder my nose and I’ll join you,” you replied.

He grinned and said, “Sounds great. Allow me to hold your drink?”

You smiled, "Sure, thank you.”

As he waltzed off with a satisfied smirk, you watched him and slowly realized you might have just made a mistake. Of course he was sitting with Minato! Would that be considered treason, to sit with your ex-boyfriend’s ex-best friend?

You shook your head at your confused thoughts and rushed off towards the back bathrooms. You didn’t really have to pee or anything, just wanted to check your make up and hair and psyche yourself up.

Only halfway down the hall, you were suddenly grabbed and shoved into a dark room. Letting out a small scream, you tried to beat your assailant but they blocked your attacks easily, shoving you against the wall face first.

You felt the erection against your ass at the same time as you felt his hot breath tickling your neck. "P-Please, don’t- don’t do this!” you begged, tears creeping into your eyes.

“Isn’t this always what you wanted? To be roughed up, taken forcefully?”

A relieved sob escaped your lips as tears ran down your cheeks. "Damnit, Shusei, you scared me,” you whispered, “Let me go.”

His response was a harsh bite on your neck that made you cry out in agony, clawing at the wall to brace yourself. "No." His voice was low "I’m going to show you just what you lost, ______.  One last fucking hurrah if you will. I’m going to do exactly what your slutty heart wanted. I’m going to fuck you and leave you sitting alone in your tears and our cum.”

Despite being torn apart by sadness and panic, lust shot straight to your pussy. Where the hell was this aggressive side coming from? His hands slid promptly to your skirt and shoved it up while his upper body pinned you to the wall.

"You’re not serious?” you asked.

"Oh I’m serious, ______...Before you go fuck those two, I’m giving you one last taste. Something to savor through the disappointment.”

"I wasn’t going to-”

He cut you off when his fingers deftly found your clit and started rubbing fast and hard. Shudders ran up your spine and you couldn’t help but arch into his hand.

”Don’t lie to me. I know that’s the kind of shit you wanted.” He growled in your ear.

"S-Shusei,” you moaned, trying to fight through the haze, “Please just stop! People could see and-” but he cut you off, "Don’t care,” he retorted harshly.

Biting your lip hard, trying to fight off more tears, you succumbed to him and stopped struggling. He let out a snide chuckle and his fingers slipped down before plunging into your entrance.

"Fuck!” You gasped.

"See, such a slut. Didn’t even really put up a fight. What if it was someone else? Never mind, I know. You’d just spread your legs for them too.” His voice was full of hate and jealousy.

"Stop it!” you spat with heaving breaths.

"Why? It’s the truth. Isn’t that what happened back in the hotel? You got a little bit tipsy and just gave yourself to the first willing male which just so happened to be Minato?"

Shaking your head, you tried to block out his harsh words but they were hitting just as hard as his fingers. You couldn’t fight, couldn’t reply in any sensible fashion, and collapsed against the wall in sobs and moans until the coil in your stomach burst. Curses and moans and cries fled your lips as you ground down against his hand.

Shusei moaned against your neck and yanked his fingers out just to shove your panties down to the floor. You could hear the sound of his belt unbuckling then his pants hitting the floor before he forced you around. Your back smacked the wall so hard you whimpered and cringed. He didn’t seem to pay any mind to your pain, simply hooking his hands around your thighs with the command to jump. Your heart raced and your breath quickened as you leaped and wrapped your legs around his waist.

Familiar emotions flooded your veins when he thrust in and you couldn’t help but pull him into a kiss. Thankfully he kissed back, but it was nothing like the sweet kisses you loved. It was bitter and biting and left traces of iron coating your tongue.

He slammed your back against the wall again and started hammering into your body. Fuck it felt so good and hurt so bad at the same time, like you would cum and cry until your body broke into pieces on the floor.

“I almost forgot how good you feel. Can’t blame Minato for wanting a piece of this. Your pussy feels so good, _______. You look like you’re feeling pretty good too. You enjoying this?” Shusei breathed in your ear.

”God, yes… no, I don’t fucking know!” you groaned, scraping your nails along his biceps.

"You are. You’re so wet I would probably drown if I ate you out right now.”

Oh the mental image of that made your breath catch. His tongue was just as talented as the rest of his body.

”I bet you’d like that. My tongue licking your little clit as I finger you until you can’t cum any more.” He sounded like he was just as close to cumming as you were, his voice wavering and his breath catching. "You better enjoy this, because it’s the last time it’s ever going to happen,” he growled suddenly.

“Oh, Shusei, I-” you moaned and he grunted and smashed your mouths together again, seemingly silencing you on purpose. Giving back all you could, you plunged your tongue against his and scratched up and down his skin until you were holding onto him for dear life as you teetered on the edge.

Panting and huffing, he drew back and pressed your foreheads together. "Fucking cum right now you slut.”

It snapped then, hard and fast and overwhelming to the point you felt you couldn’t breathe but you got out the words you needed to say.

"I love you, Fuck Shusei, I love you so much!”

He moaned and buried his face in your neck as you felt his cum flood your core. Both of your bodies stilled and you went silent, the music from the bar filling the space instead. He lifted finally and your eyes locked for a moment.

"If you loved me, you wouldn’t have cheated on me then left me, ______.  You’ve never loved me as much as I loved you.”

With that, he set you to your feet, redressed himself, and left with you watching at a loss of what to do. Then you fell to the floor, broken inside just as much as you were outside, crying into your hands. God what had you done?

[luvnyx]

Hey! I hope youre doing well! Can i please have a Kagari Shusei x reader please? A fluffy oneshot with maybe some comedy would be good!

Hello! Of course dear anon, I'll be on it! Thank you so much for the request, have a wonderful day/night!! ( ◜‿◝ )♡