#the master is a soft boi

[xochimillilili]

I just want soft cuddlefucking. Arms holding me tightly, a nice slow deep fuck, kissing and praising me while wiping my tears away, fucking all the stupid sad out my head, reassuring me it'll be okay soon and that they've got me

[distinguishedtitlover]

There’s something so delicious about being degraded in that sweet, innocent tone, like every word is a compliment. When he calls me stupid, he says it like it’s a good thing—like it’s something to be proud of. And he’s right. I am his dumb mutt, and I love every second of it.

The way he slips in praise with those soft, backhanded compliments keeps me spinning, struggling to tell the difference between his playful mockery and his genuine affection until it all starts to blur. He tells me I’m such a good puppy, so dumb and obedient, and I feel myself melting under his voice. When he tells me to bark, it’s like everything else fades away because good puppies don’t need to think. Good puppies just obey.

All I have to do is be his good, dumb mutt, down on my knees, drooling and eager, desperate to please. The way he holds me in that perfect blend of mockery and praise, taking away every thought until there’s only him—it’s everything. I don’t need anything else but to be his.

When he says sit, I sit. When he tells me to open my mouth, I do. When he tells me to stay as drool leaks down, as he stuffs his fingers in my wet and willing mouth, I stay. Anything for those words- whether praise or degradation, it doesn’t matter. He’s my master and I’m his pup, and I’m willing to do anything to please him and hear that sweet, kind voice of his.

[imagination-phantom]

I like mah angels big, I like em chunky~

He’s like a Totoro with his big tummy. x\\\D

[lees-chaotic-brain]

I want to tell Inumaki that he is Perfect. He is so expressive and loving even if he can't communicate...I feel like he would be sad for not being enough BUT LIKE HE IS THE NICEST IN WHOLE WORLD 😭😭😭😭 cryin rn

I was feeling really down, but writing this made me feel better, so thank you anon for sending this lovely little idea in.

CW: Shibuya spoilers, mentions of past injury, loss of limb, hurt/comfort, implied depression, insecurity, scars, non-sexual nudity

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“Hey baby, I’m back.”

You called out to your boyfriend as you stepped into your shared apartment. There was no response, but his shoes were in the doorway and his coat was hanging on his hook. Padding into the living space you still couldn’t find him.

“Hey, babe? Toge?”

Concerned you call out again. You knew things were rough for him right now with the five year anniversary of the loss of his arm coming up next week, but you hoped it wasn’t bad enough for him to run off.

The thought caused panic to bubble in you, your chest constricting as you hurriedly went to check the bedroom. The room was a mess, pictures and random scraps of paper strewn about. Picking up a few near the entrance, you realized that they were artifacts of your high school days. Pictures of you and Toge on dates, hanging out with the other second years, and sweet notes he wrote for you made up the mess scattered across the plush carpet.

Then your heart sank. As you surveyed the whirlwind of memories, you realized that they all had something in common. They were all from before the Shibuya Incident. Before he lost his arm.

Following the sound of running water, you pick your way across the room and push open the bathroom door. A blast of steam hits you in the face as you flip the lights and fan on. There he was.

He was sitting in the shower still wearing a pair of gray sweatpants, unresponsive as the near scalding water cascaded down on him. Without a second thought you peel off your shirt and socks before climbing into the shower with him. Crouching before him, you gently brush his sopping bangs out of his eyes.

“Hey babe. Found you.”

You smile softly at him, cupping his face with your right hand. He doesn’t respond, but he leans slightly into your touch.

“Can I hold you?”

You keep your voice gentle and quiet, your heart breaking for him. A slight, barely perceptible nod was the only sign that he even heard you. Maneuvering so you were sitting beside him, you wrap one arm around his back and lean against him. After a moment, he tilts his head so it’s resting on yours.

Sitting in silence, you give him the space and time he needs. After a long stretch of time, he pulls away and turns so you are facing him. You place your hand on his knee and squeeze it, silently telling him that you’re there for him, and he can take all the time he needs.

Clumsily, he begins signing with his remaining hand.

Why are you still with me?

Of all the things he could have asked or said, this was not one of the things you would have anticipated. You take a moment to think. Then you reply simply and bluntly, wanting to make sure that he understood what you were saying.

“Because you’re you. And I love you.”

He looks frustrated and his signing becomes jerkier as he speeds up.

But look at me!

He makes a vague gesture towards his entire body.

“I am. And all I see is the man I love.”

You have an idea where this is coming from, but you want to wait until he says it because the idea that he would think so lowly of himself physically pained you.

But I’m useless! His shoulders slump and he repeats the hand motion. Useless. 

“You’re not useless.”

You say firmly. 

“Not even in the slightest.”

I am though. 

The haunted look of self-loathing looked unnatural on his gorgeous face. 

I’m practically useless as a jujutsu sorcerer. I already have this technique that hurts me more than it helps others. Now I can’t even make up for my weakness with my physical ability because I lost my arm. 

Tears join the shower water dripping down his face.

And not only am I a worthless jujutsu sorcerer, I’m a pathetic boyfriend. I can’t hold you, the person I love more than anything else in this world, in my arms. I’m not strong enough to protect you. Hell I can’t even tell you I love you with my words! 

He averts his gaze to the water going down the drain.

And on top of all that, I’m selfish. I know I’m worthless. I know I’m not good enough for you, but I need you. I’m not a good enough person to let you go.

Finally done, his hand dropped to his side with a small splash.

“Hey.”

Your voice is loving, but insistent as you speak.

“Look at me.”

He complies, his lovely violet eyes dark and hopeless.

“You told me to look at you earlier. And I am. Do you know what I see?”

A pathetic man who-

You continue talking, ignoring him.

“I see the man I fell in love with in high school. He’s grown up and changed, but at heart he’s the same person.”

You caress his cheek, looking deep into his eyes.

“His face has sharpened and become more handsome.”

He shuddered against your palm as you brush your thumb along his cheekbone and jawline.

“His eyes show that he’s seen and experienced indescribable horrors. He’s lost that innocence. But I love him all the more for it. Because I’ve changed too. I’ve lost my innocent belief that we are untouchable. I’ve become harsher, more pessimistic, and less emotional. But you know what’s in my heart?”

You take his hand and place it on your chest. Quietly he watches you, and you can see that your words are starting to penetrate the self-hatred clouding his mind.

“In here lives the silly teenage girl who thought that she and all her loved ones were untouchable, invincible. The girl who cared too much about anything and anyone. The girl who spent hours daydreaming about going on romantic dates with her white haired classmate that always had a mischievous spark in his eyes. The girl who kept a meticulous journal of her dream wedding to a boy with purple eyes and beautiful markings around his mouth.”

The corners of Inumaki’s mouth lifted a miniscule amount and his eyes softened as he remembered. Encouraged, you reach behind you and turn the water off. Continuing to speak, you begin removing his soaked sweatpants.

“As for your inability to tell me that you love me with your words, that has never bothered me.”

Placing the sweatpants beside you to deal with later, you gently tug on his arm until he stands and steps out of the shower.

“Honestly, I like it better that way.”

He shoots you a disbelieving look at your words, but allows you to dry him off before helping him into a fresh pair of boxers and sweatpants.

“Really, I do. It’s so easy to say the words ‘I love you’ and not mean them at all. It’s a lot harder to fake it or lie if you have to express them through your actions. The way you worked so hard everyday to make sure I knew how you felt made me feel even more secure and loved than a few shallow words could.”

You quickly dry yourself off and change into a fresh pair of panties and a new shirt. Leading out of the bathroom and into your bedroom, you sit in the middle of your bed and lay a towel across your lap before patting it. Obediently he laid down and put his head on your lap. You began drying his hair.

“You’re special, Toge. You express yourself through physical touch and acts of service, and have never verbally said the words ‘I love you’ to me, but let me tell you. Not once, in the five and a half years we’ve been dating, have I doubted for even a second that you loved me. Do you understand? I don’t need you to be able to say the words to me. I already know.”

After you finished drying his hair, he sat up and faced you.

But what about my arm? Do you really want to be with me still? I’m disfigured and disabled.

The look in your eyes is so tender he can barely stand it. Why? Why do you look at him with such love and affection? 

“Toge.”

You breathe, the look on your face telling him that you knew exactly what was running through his mind.

“I didn’t fall in love with you because of these.”

You squeeze his bicep.

“I fell in love with you because of this.”

You tap his temple.

“And because of this.”

You lay your palm flat against his chest. Looking up at him, he can see the sincerity shining in your eyes.

“I love you for you, Toge. You could be the ugliest, most ratchet mf to ever roam the face of the planet and I would still love you. Because you will always be my person. And I hope that I’ll always be yours.”

He nods, smiling at your word choice as tears well in his eyes, relief hitting him like a freight train as you managed to say exactly what he needed to hear. Tugging your arm, you help him pull you into his lap. Wrapping his arm around your waist, he buries his face in your neck as you drape your arms around his neck and card through his hair.

He presses repeated kisses against the crook of your neck, each one a silent apology for doubting the love you shared.

You rested your cheek against his soft white hair and took comfort in the intimacy of the moment. Kissing the side of his head, you whisper the words you so desperately want him to engrain into his soul and never forget.

“You, Inumaki Toge, are perfect. Just the way you are.”

[maul-of-shame]

You cannot tell me this man is not down bad for Osha

Bro, your yearning is showing 👀👀👀

ALSO we're cooking up a Yord/Osha server with @victoriartdrawings so if you're interested raise your hands yorsha unit!!✨✨✨

Additional padawan stare cause even Tasi is like "Master, with all due respect, wHAT ARE THOSE PUPPY EYES-" 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

[l0nlyc4nnib4l]

Go on your knees and worship me. I want to see you crawl at my feet and look up at me with adoring eyes. If you are good enough I will prize you darling~

[fisheito]

yakuya in MY swamp? in MY ecosystem? no . i am still in disbelief. i hope you all know that my particles are bouncing off the everything. i am using periods as punctuation but the state of my mind is naught neareth final.

[mistressmpain]

Time to worship my feet 👣

[sweaterkittensahoy]

Prompt: "Can I hold your hand?"

Pairing: RosieLemmons

Rosie manages to get them a Jeep for their second date. He's bashfully proud of himself when he jingles the keys at Ken, and Ken can't help but laugh in delight.

"What'd you have to barter for this?" Ken asks.

"Some cigarettes," Rosie says. "Nothing I couldn't part with. I thought we could just drive around some. Find a quiet spot."

Ken holds out his hand, and Rosie drops the keys into his palm. He opens the driver's door for Ken, just barely brushing Ken's shoulder as he steps in. "I know a spot," Ken says. "Me and the boys found it real early and promised to keep it secret."

Rosie hops into the other seat and leans back, looking collected and comfortable in the mid-afternoon sun. Ken wishes he had a camera. "We won't be running into anyone there, will we?"

"Nah, the other boys all have plans in town tonight." Ken starts the Jeep and turns it towards the base exit. He feels Rosie's eyes on him as he shifts gears and looks around to make sure no one's going to dart in front of them.

Rosie returns the guard's salute when they get to the edge of base, and then it's just the two of them and the little country road. Rosie hums atonally and reaches out one hand, resting it on the back of Ken's seat.

Ken grins at him and avoids a washed out spot in the dirt, then drives straight another half-mile before cutting left into a field.

Rosie laughs when they hit a dip in the ground and they both bounce hard. He has to press a hand to his hat before it gets away, but he keeps his other arm on the back of Ken's seat.

They go over a rise, and there's a little copse of trees ahead. Ken aims them towards it and parks the Jeep to one side, leaning on the steering wheel and watching Rosie as he climbs out of the Jeep and looks at the spot. The trees almost make a full circle, but there's an opening between two of them that's three times the size as the space between any of the others. The shaded space has shorter grass than the rest of the field, but it's bright green where the light hits it.

"This is really nice, Ken," Rosie says, turning back to look at Ken. He walks to the back of the Jeep and pulls out a blanket and a thermos.

Ken hops out of the Jeep and follows Rosie to the middle of the space. He helps him shake out the blanket and sits when Rosie does. He watches Rosie open the thermos and smells strong, hot coffee.

"I tried to scrounge up a snack, but the Jeep negotiations took more time than I thought they would," Rosie says, pouring the coffee into the thermos cap.

Ken pats himself down, and he finds a dented but intact tube of M&Ms in his left pants pocket and a handful of hard candies in the inside pocket of his coveralls. There's an Almond Joy in his right leg cargo pocket, and he lays it all out on the blanket. "Here," he says.

Rosie beams at the candy, then leans over and hands Ken the thermos lid, dropping a kiss on his cheek. "I'm not touching the hard candies," he says. "I know you pass those out to the kids."

"I've got plenty," Ken assures him.

"Still," Rosie says. He picks up the hard candies and holds them out to Ken to take back.

Ken cups the thermos lid between both hands and leans forward. "My hands are full," he says. "You mind?"

Rosie blushes, but he pulls Ken's coveralls open so he can slip the candies back into the inside pocket. Ken loves that about him. That he's shy but certain. That he can't hide when he thinks something is a little bawdy but is eager to take a little dare like this.

"Can I hold your hand?" Ken asks as Rosie leans back. He wouldn't usually ask, but Rosie's shyness always gets him at some point. Makes him want to be soft and sweet with him any chance he gets.

Rosie holds out his hand, palm up. "You sure your hands aren't full?" he asks.

Ken takes a sip of coffee. "There," he says. "I can hold it with one hand now. It's not so heavy."

Rosie laughs and squeezes his hand when Ken slips his fingers between his. He brings Ken's hand to his mouth and kisses the back. "This is nice," he says. "I like spending time with you."

Ken scoots over so they're pressed together on their sides, their hands resting on their legs. "Me, too," he says. He takes another sip of coffee, then passes the thermos lid to Rosie so he can have some.

Rosie takes a long drink, and Ken leans in to taste it on his mouth.

[ingravinoveritas]

Service top / Power bottom.

[xochimillilili]

Reminder to worship and praise your puppy's tummy before fucking it full. Pin them down and kiss and lick and bite at it– thrust your cock atop their warm skin. Force them to look at your cock resting atop it by grabbing their face, as you explain how even their soft tummy is fuckable for you, praise them for it, for how pretty and loveable it is, see them go dumb from being groped and grabbed around. Show how fucking deep inside your cock is going to be pumping into them as you spank their dripping cunt and tease them for getting so desperate over it

Awww look at the pretty little puppy~ All drooly and cute just from my cock resting on your tummy. You're all wet and desperate just from your sir fucking your tummy... would my sweet cumslut pup like it better if I fucked my cum into your tummy? Beg for it like you need it.

[tamsinbeybey-she-no-porcupine]

Capvers bastard edition because they make my brain go brrrrrr

[env0]

My students were so cute today bowling. I'll miss two as they move to Indonesia, but bowling was so fun today to see them just being kids. Instead of black belts.

[ninjaaa-go]

why am I getting so emotional about a little plastic ghost??? morro seriously has such a grip on me it’s insane

[demigodofhoolemere]

Watching the first few episodes of The Daleks’ Master Plan and seeing again how completely adoring the Doctor was of Katarina is so painful. He totally treated her like she was an angel, told Steven he should be more like her, and was practically creating an us vs them dynamic with himself and Katarina vs Steven and Bret like she’s already his favorite and the good child compared to what he viewed as the boys pestering him. He was all in on taking her in as his next granddaughter. I’m so sorry, my friend…

[sweaterkittensahoy]

Kiss writing prompt: shushing your lover as they try to kiss you, telling them that tonight is all about them, not you

Pairing: Harry/Rosie

Harry kisses Rosie and chuckles when Rosie tries to follow him as he pulls away. Rosie lets out a small whine as Harry dodges him, and Harry chuckles. "Shh," he says. "Just wait a second. I'm trying to spoil you."

"You could spoil me with kisses," Rosie says.

Harry grins and holds up one finger. "Oh, we'll get there. But first." He turns towards the small bag he's carried out to the field behind the control tower. He pulls out a bottle of champagne and hands it to Rosie.

Rosie looks at the champagne, eyebrows up. "Where did you get French champagne?"

"Someone owed me a favor," Harry says. "Can you open that?"

"Sure," Rosie says and starts to peel the foil off the neck. "Don't tell me you've got champagne flutes in there, too," he says.

"I wanted to," Harry admits as he pulls out a thick roll of fabric. "But they're not easy to find in the English countryside."

"But French champagne, that you can pull out of the air," Rosie replies. He points the champagne away from his face and untwists the wire holding the cork in.

"Like I said," Harry replies, "someone owed me a favor."

"Who? A Colonel?" Rosie goes still when Harry's grin widens. "What. How?"

"I'll tell you after we toast," Harry says. He unfolds the fabric and pulls out two, pink-tinted glass tea cups. He holds them out as as Robert twists and pops the cork. A little bit of vapor comes out of the bottle, and Harry keeps the cups steady as Rosie pours.

Rosie puts the champagne between them, then takes one of the cups from Harry. "What are we toasting?" he asks.

"It's been a month since you kissed me first," Harry says, and he feels himself blush to say it, but the way Rosie's eyes light up and his entire face softens makes him glad he did. They're similar like this, Harry thinks, the way they both appreciate little things and appreciate a little sweetness like this.

"One of my favorite choices," Robert says and leans in. He pauses before their lips touch, and Harry smiles as he meets him the rest of the way for the kiss. When Harry pulls away, Rosie taps their tea cups together and waits for Harry to take a sip before he takes his own.

Harry coughs as the bubbles go up his nose, and he'd be embarrassed, but Rosie's grinning and taking his free hand and kissing his knuckles.

"This is perfect, Harry," Robert thanks. "Thank you. This is a wonderful surprise."

"So were you," Harry says, and he laughs along with Robert before taking another sip of the champagne.