#yukata cream

[2gredvisions]

Elise In A Yukata - by ME

Outfit Reference:

- Cream’s yukata outfit from Mario & Sonic at the Olympic Games Tokyo 2020

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Yukata design by @handmade.fairytale 🍧✨️🩵💖💛✨️

[reinemichele]

⚠ Flashing lights warning

Translation here

(Just for tonight, I wanted to cut loose and have a good time Hey, where did my midsummer go? Hey, are we going home just like that...?) The perfume scent I worked up the courage to wear vanished Beneath the smell of gunpowder smoke from the fireworks I want to grow closer, but Your friends are there; I hate summer The night breeze cools down the excess heat Waves of people flow toward the station I want to gently touch you, but I'm sweaty, so I hate summer Ah, the flow of your conversation with her Leaves absolutely no gaps for me to cut in None at all Hey, to tell the truth... I don't want to go home like this, no, no! Just for tonight, I wanted to cut loose and have a good time— My earnest heart's seriousness got in the way! Just for tonight, I wanted to cut loose and have a good time— That was what should have slipped from my mouth Just for tonight, just for tonight... I don't want to make the kind of memories That I can talk about with everyone. When I get asked "What's wrong?" I just smile; I hate myself for that Ah, at the traffic circle where love is in the air One by one we part, bye-bye Hey, is this the best I've got? No, no! If I could make selfish requests just for tonight I want you and I to gaze into each other's eyes If I could make selfish requests just for tonight I don't need to gaze at the starry sky Just for tonight, I wanted to cut loose and have a good time– I kept it buried deep inside my heart Just for tonight, I wanted to cut loose and have a good time– I was supposed to let my feelings show Just for tonight, just for tonight... The reason I didn't wear a summer kimono...! And my hair pricking away at my eyelids...! What should I do to be able to shine?! I want to cry!! You've got to notice me, no, no! Just for tonight, just for tonight..! (Just for tonight, just for tonight) No, it's nothing... Goodbye.

[tikuo2007]

『かき氷食べるの早いな』

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[mullermilkshake]

The last time.

—-Minors DNI—-

Yandere!Satoru Gojo

Tags: Breed kink. Breeding. Kidnapping. Imprisonment. Unprotected sex. Plotting murder. Cream pie.

"Fuck me like it's the last time." That's what you say to Satoru's face after you have everything ready to make your move and run from him.

It's certain that if you stay here, Satoru will trap you in other ways, and you aren't about to let that happen. It's taken meticulous planning to get to this point, earning his trust finally and getting your leash extended enough for wiggle room.

Satoru takes your statement as a challenge, but constantly reinforces the face that you aren't leaving and that this is all role play. He doesn't deny that it is turning him on, going further in gorging himself on his favourite kink.

He needs to breed you.

You aren't sure where it's come from, you don't want to know either. You've been lucky so far, despite his best efforts and bold disappointment when nothing came of it.

Relief.

The last time doing this and the last time seeing his smug face before you disappear and vanish into the night. Satoru won't ever find you, you've made sure of it.

Satoru fucks you. His thrusts are hard and unforgiving, repeating over and over how you'll stay with him, bear his children and somehow be alright with raising them for his legacy he's been pressured to fulfil.

Not a fucking chance.

You let him, taking the chance to think of all the good times you'll have after you leave, but the danger you'll be in to ensure he never finds you.

Satoru Gojo isn't as trusting as he might appear. Time and exhausting effort to throw off this sniffer dogs nose. He never seems wise to it the entire time, how you'll leave him in his bed and fight the urge to slit his throat in his sleep.

After he comes inside you for the very last time, he takes a hold of your wrist and drags you out of the bedroom, throwing you back into that awful closet he had you in when you arrived here.

"C'mon, you really think I don't know? I thought you were intelligent." Is all he says before slamming the door shut with his grin the last thing you see into the darkness.

With his come still leaking between your thighs.

Yandere!Suguru Geto

Tags: Murder. Indoctrination. Choking.

"Fuck me like it's the last time." Suguru hears you loud and clear.

He understands what you are saying, and takes it as literally as possible.

Originally, you hated the idea of being with him after he snatched you up, but he convinced you that his logic was the way forward. that he was the way forward. And eventually, you started to believe it yourself.

Now, you applaud his reasonings, even go as far as to thank him for doing what he does. You aren't sure when it was, but there is a moment in the timeline from when you first met to now, that urges your brain to enjoy it whenever he takes a life.

Almost to the point that it impresses you how he does it with such ease. Though it's most probably due to the fact that it fascinates you. You battled with the guilt for the longest time, shaming yourself against your better judgement until you became numb to it.

Numb. Like now. The last time. Suguru decides the best way to fulfil this request its to lace his slender fingers at your throat, whispering filthy things into your ear to allow the dark spots at your eyes to collect around the outside.

He presses just right, light pressure, enough to hear your gasps of pleasure as you watch all the red on his face, on his open yukata to reveal his bear chest. Yes, he had killed again, but that doesn't deter you to let the bubbling itch in your abdomen grow and grow until you can't take it anymore.

The agonising part is that he fucks you slowly, dreadfully teasing until you come around his cock and he tells you what a good girl you are.

This path isn't one you ever saw yourself walking, but you guess you're in too deep now to ever think about leaving him.

Yandere!Kento Nanami

Tags: Psychological abuse. Spanking. Humiliation.

"Fuck me like it's the last time." It's supposed to be a comment to throw him off, but to be honest, you aren't sure why you said it.

Kento in hyper critical of you all the time. There's a spec of dirt on your face, your hair is out of place, your shirt is crooked, you haven't taken care of your nails. He's always picking up on something wrong.

You fought it originally, but when you realised that you weren't getting anywhere, you stopped. Now, you let him have his say, correct it and go about your day like he doesn't exist.

It's always manners with him. Watch your posture, manage your words and stop using curse words like they command the room. Verbally, you reel it in, though internally, you scream and say every word under the sun. You constantly think of all the ways you want to hurt him, to kill him.

There are many ways to kill a man.

At first, when you asked this of Kento, you assumed he would pick up on the curse word and reprimand you. But he doesn't. He never says a word, he only leads you up to the bedroom and sits down on the bed.

He asks you to bend over, to lay across his lap with your clothed ass pointing up. It makes you feel like a petulant child, you hate it. He's done this before, because he has picked up on how you said the word 'fuck'.

Kento pulls your leggings and panties over your ass and leaves it there, bulging at the plush of your thighs. He tells you that he won't sleep with you, not right now. Which meant that he's going to make an example of you.

At least if he is fucking you, the crack of his hand making the connection with your bare skin, isn't nearly as embarrassing. But alas, he doesn't, he strikes your ass in the weighted silence, heavy with burden and humiliation.

At least if he fucks you and finishes all over your stomach, there's a likely chance he'll fall asleep. Then you can have a moments peace to yourself. Trying to escape him is impossible now, you can't count the the amount of times you have tried on ten fingers anymore.

Ten times he spanks you, cupped hand with the extra sting he likes, his free hand laying flat on the small of your back like it's supposed to soother you, but it's not.

It's to keep you there so he has control.

Kento always needs to have control.

Yandere!Ryomen Sukuna

Tags: Mark making. Physical abuse. Rough sex. Dubious consent. Shaming.

"Fuck me like it's the last time."

Why the fuck did you just say that? You think it was a way to stop him glaring at you the way he just did because you were sure he was going to make your day miserable.

Sukuna actually laughs at this, cackles even. He says that it's not up for debate, there is no chance he would ever let you get far enough to make this the last time. Because he will always find you.

You have not ever attempted to escape him, it's like he can read your mind and even the slightest whiff of a plan to leave makes him give you the look as though he would burn you alive right where you stand.

He thinks you're weak, in comparison to him, you are. But your spirit is much stronger than he assumes, even if he can see straight through you.

There's no point in trying to fight him, no chance to slip from his grasp as his nails dig in with those little present shapes over your skin. Little deeper marks when his nails are especially sharp. You're sure he does this purpose, just to watch your eyes wince no matter how much you try to hide it.

"It it's to be the last time, let's make the most of it." He says, taking you in his bed like an animal howling in the night.

Terrifying. Ghastly. A demon unlike anything you ever read in books. The cursed man believes in no boundaries, no safe words. Just pure raw sex, hormones to run rampant while he's balls deep inside you. The bare skin slaps and sucks each other in until you are screaming from under him.

He only laughs. This is exactly what he wants. What he craves.

Just what he expects from his little pathetic whore.

Yandere!Toji Fushiguro

Tags: Forced marriage? Restraints. Power imbalance. Marriage. Psychological tactics. Cunnilingus.

"Fuck me like it's the last time." You said it out of anger.

You want it to be the last time. Truly.

Most days you often ask yourself how in the hell Toji managed to persuade you to get married. The old ball and chain as they said back in the day.

You didn’t realise that it meant an actual restraint around your ankle. Not that Toji needs it to keep you right where you are, but you assume it’s for dramatic effect.

There isn’t a day that goes by now that you don’t hate his guts, often questioning yourself how you even said yes to him in the first place.

It’s odd, because you don’t even remember.

Today, Toji promised he would let you out again after much deliberation. Like a fucking dog more like. It angered you, the only reason you have been kept inside was because the cashier spoke words to you while Toji stood right there and watched. How were you supposed to pay if you did not talk?

Why did you say yes to marrying him again?

You don’t remember. You only remember how he uses his tongue over your body because he claims to own it. He tells you this every time, because the difference in power between you is so immense.

You can't leave even if you tried.

This whole thing is fucked, while you get fucked. Toji enjoys eating you, pulling every guttural moan from your lips so he can savour it because no one else has the privilege to hear it. But you know it’s because he’s insanely possessive over you. It’s unhealthy. This relationship is unhealthy, yet he’s convinced you to stay.

How?

After he makes you come a few times, you’re in a daze. Is that when he convinces you?

You’re married. He gets half of everything you own. Everything you worked hard for. What does he actually bring to the table besides some misinformed ownership over you?

At times it’s like he wants you to divorce him, but still keep you here. It’s obvious he will make things difficult for you.

He always makes things difficult for you.

Yandere!Choso

Tags: Obsessed. Mentions of making a family. Missionary sex. Attempted break up.

"Fuck me like it's the last time." You have had enough of Choso’s clingy nature, trailing behind you like a lost puppy. You’re tired of it.

One last time, and then you will see whether or not you would leave. The connection is there, but his protective, over bearing nature is suffocating.

Choso looks at you like you have just broken up with him point blank. You haven’t. But you are unsure of how to proceed with this.

He tells you he’ll do anything to keep you happy. He will do anything. He’d steal for you, hurt for you, kill for you. Die for you.

It’s all very intense.

You can’t live this way, you know this when he holds you, pulls you close and presses precious little kisses all over your face, your neck. He holds your hands softly, lacing your fingers with his as he leads you over to the bed.

Choso makes love to you slowly, intimately, whispering all sorts of nonsensical drivel. He loves you. He adores you. He wants you to be in his life forever, live in a little bubble, start a family together.

He wants it all with you, he says as much as he’s inside you, rutting slowly, sensually enough it allows you to clear your mind.

This is not healthy.

But how can you deny him now after he’s saying all of this?

When he comes inside you, he draws back to look down at you, staring up at him.

“I love you. This isn’t the last time, is it?” He strokes your hair and presses his lips to your nose and he loves you, it’s true.

How can you deny this now?

This is not healthy.

[fujoshirat]

Seasons with Shouto (❀´ ˘ `❀) *ੈ✩‧₊˚

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Springs with Shouto are sweet, like the tender caress of his hands. Greeting him at the train station with a soft peck on his cheek and walking to school under a canopy of fresh, pink flowers. The sakura trees sway in the wind while you and him walk hand in hand, the soft yet chilly breeze a remnant of winter. Springs with Shouto include walking through lush tulip fields with every color, picnic dates at the local park, and spending the entire Sunday at Disney Land. Plucking cherry blossom petals from each other’s hair and taking selfies together with Mount Fuji in the distance. A lingering kiss pressed to the back of your hand, voluntarily tying your shoelace, holding your shopping bags.

Springs with Shouto are sweet, just like him.

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Summers with Shouto are sparkly, like bold and beautiful fireworks at the summer festivals. Wearing matching yukatas and dancing with sparklers in each hand. Late-night cramming for tomorrow’s exam–a cool hand resting on your forehead and the other holding a box of strawberry milk. Summers with Shouto include ice cream dates (he’s memorized your order), making silly paintings afterschool underneath the oak tree on campus, and picking strawberries for both of you to eat back at the dorms. Making quick midnight runs to the conbini across the street to buy the last of the cold soba and pudding and peppering his face with kisses. Watching his face erupt into a big, beautiful smile, a smile that is only reserved for you (you don’t know that, though).

Summers with Shouto are sparkly, just like his smile.

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Autumns with Shouto are adorable, like the orange cat that you saw at the park. Wrapping his warm, maroon scarf around your neck gently, scolding you for not bringing one yourself (he’s very happy that you like it and loves that you are wearing it. Besides, he can never stay mad at his angel forever). Holding hands while walking through the colorful maple trees, all adorned in red, orange, and yellow. Baking cookies and teaching him how to make cinnamon rolls while your friends and classmates take pictures of the two of you “hogging” the kitchen. Autumns with Shouto include dressing up as vampires for the Halloween party and leaving a bold, red kiss mark on his cheek with your scarlet lipstick (he likes it, despite all of the teasing). Movie dates in your dorm room, his head tucked in the crook of your neck, his eyes wandering to your focused face as you watch the movie (you catch him staring and think that he is the cutest).

Autumns with Shouto are adorable, just like him.

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Winters with Shouto are warm, like the heat of the fireplace in your home. Not wanting to leave Shouto alone in the dorms, you invited him to come home with you. Freshly made roasted turkey is on the dining table, the smell of kona coffee cake in the oven drifting in the air. Your family is welcoming and jolly: they cleaned the house (a miracle), your siblings didn’t bicker, and most of all, they welcomed Shouto with big smiles and open arms. The living room looks cozy due to the Christmas lights on the tree and the vibrant fire. Your home is cozy and feels like a home. Shouto supposes that this must be what a functional household’s home is like.

But where is his home? For Shouto, home isn’t the building, it isn’t where he grew up, it isn’t where he currently resides in. Home is where he feels love, comfort, joy, peace. Home for Shouto is where he feels warm. Home for Shouto is you.

Winters with Shouto are warm, and Shouto thinks that winters with you are warm, too. 

And when you both are feeling extra cold, you’ll sneak upstairs to your childhood bedroom. The smell of nostalgia hits your nose as you turn on the fairy lights to add to the homey atmosphere. The both of you will tuck in close and look out the window, admiring the soft snow falling from the sky. At 00:00 am, he’ll press his lips on yours and quietly whisper:

“Merry Christmas, my love and home.”

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A/N: Hello everyone (◍•ᴗ•◍) Guess who woke up and wanted to write tooth-rotting fluff (I almost bawled my eyes outwriting this <3) I hope you enjoyed this mini work of mine!

News about Strawberry Magic: the epilogue will come out maybe next week if I have the time between school and sports. I would also like to try and organize my tumblr once that is up, so please bear with me (..◜ᴗ◝..) As always, thank you so much for reading my works and I hope that you enjoy them all ^^

[instant-delusions]

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wind pillar || shinazugawa sanemi × f! reader

cw! - sanemi behavior, smut (public sex, degradation, unprotected sex)

requests : open

nsfw under the cut

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green fields, red roofs, a little path leading into a forest. little girls wearing cream colored yukatas while walking hand in hand, chatting happily. those little scenes pass you by quickly, as you sat next to shinazugawa sanemi on the infamous mugen train. it was quiet and empty, probably because of everything that happened here before.

ten minutes ago, sanemi and you boarded mugen train for a mission all the way in niigata prefecture. a snowy, mountainous region, which means excruciating work for your body. niigata - that's a long, three hour ride - obviously, you instantly claimed the window seat of your booth and with an exaggerated sigh, the pillar sat next to you, reading through some details of your mission. and since then, it's been unbearably quiet.

you met sanemi six months ago - mitsuri dragged you along to one of the hashiras drinking parties. obviously, she noticed you eyeing the wind hashira with a blush and instantly pulled you into the women's bathroom. "sanemi?" she sqeaked with a quick twirl, it's no use denying, so you nodded with a bashful smile. quickly, she filled you into his relationship status and gave you a brief overview of his character, "he's a challenge, (y/n). you're gonna love it, though, I know your type, he's that... times a million." with a new-found confidence, (after two peptalks from your friend), you downed another sake shot and made your way over to sanemi, who stood outside, smoking a kiseru.

"that's impressive" you commented, after he puffed out the smoke in a circle. watching it disintegrate into the night, he spoke "it's nothing. my dad, that wretched bastard, could do jellyfishes." turning to look at you, he gave you a lopsided grin. "don't have a good relationship with your dad?" you asked. that question painted the rest of the night, both of you drunkenly talking about your parents for hours, refusing to leave the inn.

the train stopped at the first station of your trip, thirty minutes have passed. you watched as the only other person in your wagon left and nobody else entered. "so it's just us two, huh?" you said, looking at sanemi with a slight twinkle in your eyes. he looked back, watching you blink seductively, and sighed, "what the fuck are you implying, (y/n)?". leaning back, he studied you, waiting for one of your annoying replies. "I'm just saying..." you started, voice barely above a whisper, trailing a vein on his muscular arm, "nobody else is here." you purred into his ear. quickly, you pulled away and turned your attention back to the scenery outside, "not like your would do it here" you added, waiting for him to snap. sighing, he shuffled closer to you, grabbing your waist, "you really think I won't fuck you on this train, bitch? I'd have you bouncing on my cock at the imperial palace, I don't give a shit." sanemi lifted you onto his lap, so you could feel his hardening cock pulsing beneath you, "bet you'd like that, whore, hm?" he pressed, you kept your lips shut, just slightly grinding against his dick with soft rolls of your hips. impatient, he grabbed your face, lowering you dangerously close to his lips, "I asked you a fucking question." you could feel the air of his words blowing against your mouth. "yes" you said, immediately pressing your lips against his. nibbling on his lower lip, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing him closer to you. slowly, he pressed his tongue through your lips, intertwining it with yours, as he moved his hands from your thighs to flip your skirt over, revealing your soaked underwear. "fuck" he rasped, you could feel his dick twitching through his pants.

as you busied yourself undoing his belt, sanemi peeked outside. fortunately, he couldn't see the next station, but decided to hurry anyway. "quick", he whispered hotly against your ear as you freed his fat, pulsing cock. you spit into your hand and began to jerk his girth, watching pre drip down, as he pushed your panties to the side, burying two of his fingers inside your wet pussy. instantly, he pressed his other hand over your mouth to muffle your moans and pulled his fingers, coated in your juices, out. "sit down, pretty girl." sanemi insisted and you wasted no time, navigating his cock to your pussy. feeling his head against your entrance, you sank down, biting one of his fingers to muffle your shout. although you're soaked, the stretch burned ; he filled you to the brim and you were sure he'd penetrate your cervix before your ass even met his balls. impatiently, sanemi pressed his hips up, to bury himself completely in the ecstacy that is your pussy. he wasted no time and started thrusting quickly, the noise echoed obscenely against the walls of the train, mixing with the rattling against rails. quickly, he found your clit, rubbing it in circles, while watching your tits bounce at his brutal pace. your juices dripped down his balls, onto the seat, while you drooled against his hand. as your pussy clenched and pulsed against his dick, your thighs started to tremble and your back arched deliciously, you felt like you were falling down, before an unearthly orgasm hit you. feeling the way your pussy spasmed, sanemi rasped curses under his breath and with a few, messy, thrusts, he spilled his warm, sticky cum deep inside you.

"tickets, please!" the conducter shouted as he entered your wagon. both of your hair was messy and you opened the window to get rid of the smell, although the wind was icy. you're so glad you packed double the amount of panties you usually would.

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↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ : giyuu x reader smut ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ

[mianexil]

POV: He heard/saw how someone was planning to harm you .... this trope for togame jo plssss

◇ POV: He heard/saw how someone was planning to harm you ◇

(pt. 2)

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💫 [ Hey, my cute Jo Togame lovers, your man is finally here. I usually don't write headcannons with him because I'm not really into him yet. So let me know in the comment: Is it worth adding this turtle more often? In that case, I think I'll have to think about him a little more often. ( I also added Choji here) ]

💫 [ The reaction of the Windbreaker boys when they heard/saw that someone was going to harass you. Don't worry, cutie, you're under the protection of these boys ]

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ㅡ Togame, Choji

Togame

The light of the beautiful festival lanterns reflected in your eyes as you walked along the food stalls.

The white yukata with the image of a red poppy rustled from your movements, and your heart was full of joy, because you will spend this fireworks festival with your boyfriend, who once again decided to work in the festival shop. Hearing the sound of your geta, Togame was distracted from hanging traditional masks on the shelves.

Your boyfriend slowly broke into a satisfied smile.

《 You look wonderful, pretty girl. This yukata suits you very well 》

After cooing for 15 minutes, you decided to go get dango.

Jo returned to his work when he suddenly heard 2 male voices behind him. However, the long-awaited visitors turned out to be not the most pleasant news this time.

《 Dude, girls in yukata are fucking hot. Did you see that chick in the white yukata with red flowers? She's definitely my type 》 - 《Well, go to her. She's not going anywhere in those shoes anyway 》

If only these assholes knew what a chilling look awaits them right behind their backs. The green eyes darkened, burning the guys with a look from under half-lowered eyelids.

Their guffaw was interrupted by a single movement. The poor guys' view was blocked by masks, and then heavy hands fell on their shoulders.

《 Shall we go talk? 》

The sauce on the sweet dangos glistened so appetiingly while you were carrying a box of them to Togame's shop. However, there was no one there. You started to turn around, looking for your boyfriend in the crowd, when you saw him walking towards you along the path in the warm light of the festival lanterns. Jo was smiling, relaxed, waving at you with his hand, which contained 2 new bottles of ramune.

《 Hey, baby, I bought us drinks 》

With a relaxed drawl, the man leaned over to you so that you could feed him sweet dangos from your hands.

That evening, you never found out that some 2 idiots slept through all the fireworks, lying in a log by some tree in the forest near festival street.

Choji

This active boy just couldn't help but invite you out on the weekend. You've already got used to the fact that one day off with him is one new adventure, because he can't stay at home, and he doesn't want to go without you.

《 Y/N, Y/N, let's go, let's go..》

And so, you found yourself in some crowded park after a long walk. Wanting to let your legs rest, you told Choji that you would go to the bench. In response, your boyfriend nodded with a big smile and said he would bring you sweets from an ice cream van nearby.

While you were catching your breath, Tomiyama was standing in line for a cold treat. It was noisy in the park, but the conversation of some jerk behind stood out from the rest of the background. The guy was talking on the phone, constantly laughing in some kind of nasty, raspy voice.

《 Yes, man, I noticed her a few minutes ago, and she's been sitting on the bench alone all this time. You should have seen her whore's flared skirt, she's one hundred percent looking for attention and I'll give it to her, hehe. It's been a long time since I've had a pretty girl 》

Choji followed the gaze of the guy who was staring right at the unsuspecting you.

How dare he utter such disgusting words in your direction!? Does he really want to die today? It seems Choji has just got a new rival.

A flame flared deep in Tomiyama's eyes, darkened with anger, and a joyful smile on his lips was replaced by an expression as if he wanted to kill here and now.

The nasty guy with the phone had to be distracted from the conversation because of the gaze of the head of the Shishitoren boring into him.

There was a tense silence. Choji stared in silence for a few seconds before speaking.

《 Isn't she beautiful? Tell? Yes?...But that's not for your eyes 》

The poor guy didn't even have time to be displeased when Tomiyama already rushed at him.

Usually in a fight people aim at the jaws or cheekbones, but God, this crazy boy was definitely aiming right at the bastard's eyes.

You jumped at someone else's scream and saw a crowd gathering around something.

Of course, you immediately realized that your boyfriend might have caused this commotion. And you weren't wrong. Running closer, you immediately saw the flashing yellow jacket of Shishitoren.

It was a bit difficult, but you had to pull Tomiyama away from his new rival victim. Otherwise, that jerk definitely wouldn't have survived.

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[destreza-draws]

I made some cute merch of everyones favorite ice cream sandwich (yukata edition) 🥰

Thinking of doing a giveaway of this cutie soon 😘

[kakushino]

Talk dirty to me

Tomioka Giyuu x AFAB! Reader

Prompt: “Look at you. I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking.”

Tags: sub! reader, fingering, dirty talk, alcohol (Giyuu and reader are tipsy) Word count: 1,1k

Masterlist

AN: Happy birthday, Giyuu! I love you with all my heart and soul.

Hearing Uzui go on and on about dirty talk in bed was annoying, yet Giyuu couldn’t deny being intrigued, especially if he imagined one of such lines being whispered into his ear by you. The full-body shudder that ran through him went unnoticed by his fellow Hashira at the get-together, and he couldn’t be more glad about that. 

Call him a coward, but the first time he really went for it was when you both had a little bit to drink one evening. Liquid courage coursing through his veins and spurring him on to initiate a little more than just kissing. 

Deft hands untied the sash holding your yukata together before he lightly pushed you down onto your back. One forearm laid next to your head to support him while he feasted on your love, the other caressing and groping where he could reach. A light brush over your nipple with his thumb, cradling your breast, soothing fingers trailing down your side to squeeze your waist, and you couldn’t help but roll your hips, so needy for more yet not knowing how to ask for it. 

Everything was hot, and you could not get enough of him, of the taste of sake and desperation on his lips, of his scent and breath - oh-so intoxicating. With him at your side, you felt beautiful. How could you not, when his unsure fingers finally found their way where you needed him the most without a prompt; how could you not, when he braved a previously uncharted territory in an attempt to please you?

Giyuu had listened attentively to Uzui’s many drunken lectures about pleasure of the flesh, so he knew what he was doing - or at least he told himself. The first touch was little more than a caress, trying to convince himself there was nothing to it, it was just you. But then his finger made contact with your wetness and he thought he would cream his pants right there. 

Fuck.

Your hands gripped at his clothes, keeping him in a liplock, craving more of him as he tried to keep a coherent thought to do his best. He wanted to give you the love you deserved, starting with the pearl he found with little trouble. 

What a sight - the shudder rolling through your body was something he wanted to see again and again, he wanted to bring you ecstasy, drive you to heights you had never had the pleasure to see. 

His thumb, wet from your own slick, kept circling your clit in soft slow motion, one of his fingers sinking into your warmth and fuck, he did come a little, didn’t he? Giyuu had to pull back to try to catch his breath; total concentration be damned, he could scarcely breathe normally. 

Soft, hesitant curling of his finger and you quivered all over, and he saw his opportunity.

“Look- look at you- I’ve only just started using my- my finger, and you’re shaking already?” 

He hardly finished the sentence and your hands dug into his shoulders, pulling him closer with a stuttering sigh. 

Your reactions guided him to repeat the motion as he stared at you with half-lidded eyes, your own clenched shut.

“You like- you like this? So needy, aren’t you?” 

His hand pulled back, only to sink a second finger in with the first, curling them in the right place again, earning him a full, though quiet, moan. The visual of your pleasure-laden face and the way your noises sang to him- 

“You look- hot, beautiful, taking it so well for me,” he whispered, trying to keep track of every little motion your body made in response to him. He felt like an artist, for this was a masterpiece before him.

You could only cling to him as he unravelled you at the seams. Wasn’t he supposed to be inexperienced? Your head was spinning at the way he talked dirty to you, your eyes filled with tears as you tried to chase the sweet release his motions promised. “Please-!”

Giyuu had never seen nor heard a more beautiful sight than you begging for him. It was altering his mind, driving him insane, 

“Don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you. Just let yourself go.”

Your hips bucked into his hand, and your pussy made a low squelching sound, and he could not get enough of it. All of you was an aphrodisiac he was willingly breathing in, tasting on his tongue and absorbing it through his sinuses.

“Do you want more? Need more?” he panted for air, lost in the lust and in you. You mewled cutely when his fingers pulled back only for him to sink in three- “Hah, there you go, love… So w-wet for me.” 

The soppy sounds echoing through the room made blood rush to your face and you felt as if you couldn’t handle it anymore yet you could not run from him. Breathy moans were stolen from your throat and your hands nearly tore the seams of Giyuu’s clothes when his fingers curled again.

The involuntary reaction made his dick throb again. “Moan like that f’me again… Please, c’mon, pearl?” his own voice hitching when you opened your eyes in a daze. It was clear you couldn’t see him, you could only feel. “You should see yourself right now - fuck - I had no idea you could make these faces… all f’me.”

And your cunt fluttered at his words, his mind all over the place at how your body responded to his.

“Fuck, you’re so- Think you can do this on my cock later? P-please? You can… right, lovely?”

Your hands clenched onto his yukata again and you could not bear another word out of his pretty well-kissed mouth, pulling him close to kiss him and muffle any other pathetic noises you didn’t know you were able to make as you came hard on his fingers. Even so, a high-pitched keening left your throat, earning you a moan from Giyuu, a shudder rolling through his body in answer to your trembling. 

His fingers slowly withdrew, and you hid your face in his chest. You behaved like a wanton whore in his arms but… you liked it. A thought flitted through your mind - surely he was pent up after-

You reached for the tie of his yukata, but his hand - his wet hand - stopped you. “What about-?”

Giyuu shushed you gently, “I only wanted to please you.” 

He omitted the fact pleasing you pleased him more than he felt he deserved, his underwear ruined the minute your orgasm rolled through you.

dividers by @hitobaby network: @enchantedforest-network

I couldn't resist... Tell me he wouldn't come in his pants the minute he realizes he made you come

[entertext]

HGSN 26-2

Chapter (Japanese)

(Please hit the green thumbs up at the end of the chapter on the Japanese site to show the author some support)

Rough translation by me

P1

(sfx: train clacking over tracks)

Yoshiki: (It'll take a little under two hours on the Tanshou Line from Kibougayama Station, huh?...)

Yoshiki: (I haven't been to the ocean since elementary school...)

Hikaru: Whoaaa!! Coooool!!

Hikaru: What's that!? There's a building that looks like a butt!

Yoshiki: You sure are carefree...

P2

(sfx: train clacking over tracks)

Yoshiki: That reminds me...a while back...

P3

Yoshiki: I had to go to the Mikasa family's place on an errand

(Mom: Take them this as thanks for Kaoru's yukata)

Yoshiki: So I went to the shrine

Yoshiki: Then, at the torii gate...

(sfx: BZZT)

Hikaru: Huh? Why?....

Yoshiki: Dunno...After that, I was able to go inside like normal...

P4

Hikaru: ("Mixed up"...)

Yoshiki: *sighs* Enough about that, let's talk about something else. There's still more than an hour left to go.

Hikaru: Something else to talk about...I don't really have anything

Hikaru: Just stuff like the time when for some reason your room was so packed to the brim with the ghosts of old men that it made me laugh...

(sfx: train clacking over tracks)

Yoshiki: You're kidding me right?

P5

(sfx: stepping on sand)

P6

(sfx: waves)

P7

Yoshiki: Even considering it's evening, there are really few people here...Maybe everyone's gone to the new beach instead.

Hikaru: Whoa, so cool!

Hikaru: It's HUGE! The ocean's amazing!

(sfx: waves)

Hikaru: Yaaaaay!

Hikaru: Shoes, shoes...

(sfx: waves)

P8

(sfx: waves)

Yoshiki: Hey! Come over here!

(sfx: waves)

P9

Hikaru: The ocean's great!!

(sfx: waves)

Hikaru: Hahaha!

(sfx: waves)

Hikaru: Woo-hoo!!

(sfx: ker-splash)

(sfx: waves)

P10

Hikaru: Hah

Hikaru: Ha

(sfx: water sloshing)

(sfx: waves)

(sfx: water sloshing)

(sfx: waves)

P11

Yoshiki: Hey, your pants are gonna get wet

(sfx: waves)

Hikaru: You know, when I went into the hall, I also remembered what happened when I went into Hikaru's body

(sfx: water sloshing)

P12

Hikaru: When Hikaru was dying, he wished for things like "if only no one had to be sad" and "I don't want Yoshiki to be left alone"

Hikaru: Because I granted his wishes, things ended up this way

Yoshiki: Hikaru's...

Hikaru: ...but sorry

Hikaru: I probably won't be able to fulfill those wishes

Hikaru: I'm...going to go back to the mountain

P13

Yoshiki: ... Huh?

Hikaru: The time I attacked you recently? That was probably my true nature coming out.

Hikaru: In order to fill up the empty parts of myself, I have a desire for souls

Hikaru: It probably doesn't make sense to a human, right? I've also only just realized it myself

Hikaru: I think I was always that kind of being.

Hikaru: I've killed a lot of people too, and I might kill someone again in the future.

Hikaru: But I don't want to kill you, Yoshiki

Yoshiki: H-hold...on...a sec...! What?

P14

Hikaru: If I go back to the mountain, even if the real problem isn't solved

Hikaru: At least it'll be peaceful for the time you're alive

Yoshiki: N-no way. You can't. What have we...been searching so hard for...all this time...!

Hikaru: The monster will go away, you'll be able to accept Hikaru's death

Hikaru: And look forward, living on as a human. Happily ever after. That's for the best.

Yoshiki: You..! You want to stay, don't you!? Are you stupid!?

Yoshiki: Enough!

(sfx: splash splash)

Yoshiki: This kind of thing...isn't something you have to learn to do!!

P15

Yoshiki: Be more shameless, the way you've always been...

Hikaru: You know, Hikaru...he liked watermelon, but I like ice cream pops the best. And my favorite kind's not Gachigachi-kun but Papicco instead. I'm probably the one that likes cats.

Hikaru: And movies, too. There hasn't been a single movie I thought was boring. Hikaru hated studying, but I like it. Well, not that I'm any good at it though, haha.

P16

Yoshiki: Stop it

Yoshiki: Stop...

Hikaru: You know, I...really had a lot of fun being with you.

Hikaru: Maybe to you, I was just a replacement for Hikaru, but you gave someone like me so much. I love you, Yoshiki

Hikaru: These feelings might not be romantic and they might not be friendship. But, they're definitely my feelings.

Hikaru: Not Hikaru's, but the monster's. Mine.

P17

Yoshiki: No...

Hikaru: Yoshiki

Hikaru: Thank you for everything

Yoshiki: YOU'RE WRONG!

P18

Yoshiki: You're not a replacement for Hikaru!!!

(sfx: splash splash)

Yoshiki: I don't think of you as Hikaru anymore!

Hikaru: We don't have any other solution...so I've got no choice...

Yoshiki: You've just given up! Don't you dare push stuff like "looking forward" onto me...not now, after everything...

Yoshiki: What's so "happily ever after" about that...!?

Yoshiki: Bullshit...!!!!

P19

P20

Hikaru: Even I...

??: Even if you go back to the mountain, it won't do any good.

P21

Tanaka: 'Cause you see, 'Hikaru'-kun

P22

Tanaka: You aren't Nounuki-sama

P23

Tanaka: Thinking if you sacrifice something, something else will be saved...

Tanaka: You're under some wild misconceptions

==

[system-to-the-madness]

Cherry Blossom Fireworks 🌸 Itadori Yūji x Reader

Pairing: Itadori Yūji x Reader (can be read as any gender, no pronouns used) Genre: fluff Word Count: 1 346 Summary: Yūji and you attend a festival together

Sakura Festival Masterlist - Masterlist

The fabric of the small plushy was cool and soft underneath your fingertips as you held tighter onto it, trying to chase away the chill that had started to set in. It was dark, only the lanterns in the blooming cherry trees lighting up the area. Around you, a crowd had gathered, the visitors of the festival eager to witness the fireworks in the night sky. You were leaning against a balustrade that separated the cobblestone path through the park from the pond before you. Moonlight and the shimmer of the lanterns reflected on the calm surface in whites and oranges between the pink of the fallen petals drifting on water.

Holding the plushy tighter, you looked up, searching for that familiar mop of pink hair in the crowd. Yūji, who had come to the festival with you, had disappeared a while ago, claiming he wanted to grab some cream crepes, but he had been gone for almost twenty minutes now, and the fireworks were about to start any moment. Where was he?

Just as the thought threatened to occur, that maybe he had just left, not feeling like pushing his way back through the crowd, you saw him waving to you. As quickly as the crowded place allowed, he made his way over, grinning broadly. He was dressed in a beige Yukata, holding up a crepe in his one hand, waving to you with the other.

“I made it,” he grinned, when he stepped beside you, leaning his back against the balustrade. “I almost thought I’d be too late!”

Not waiting for your comment, he took a bite off the cream filled crepe before offering it to you, practically shoving it into your face, so you would also take a bite. You leant back a bit, examining the pink, Sakura flavoured cream, before nibbing at the treat, earning some raised eyebrows from Yūji.

“Come on,” he scolded. “What was that? Take a proper bite.”

“But you bought it for yourself,” you protested.

“I bought it, so we’d share it. So come on!”

You rolled your eyes at him before reaching up with your free hand, supporting his, and leading the crepe back to your mouth, taking a bigger bite this time.

“See, not that hard,” Yūji grinned, seemingly not noticing the way your face heated up at the way your cold hand had brushed over his warm one. He always seemed to be running warm, you thought. While you were wearing your warmer kimono and still felt chilly in the spring evening, he was only dressed in a Yukata, and seemed perfectly fine.

Yūji took another bite of the crepe, before his eyes landed on the plushie in your hand, and he pouted.

“I really thought I could win the bigger one,” he mumbled, around the dough and cream in his mouth.

You looked down at the plushie too. You supposed it was a Sakura mochi, big, stitched on eyes and a cute, blushy smile stitched onto fluffy, pink fabric.

“It’s the perfect size, I think,” you smiled, lifting it up between Yūji and you, before booping it against his nose, making him giggle.

While he held the crepe out to you, feeding you another bite, you couldn’t help but wonder, what had been going on with the two of you. You were friends after all, right? It didn’t matter that ever since you had gotten to know him better, you had steadily developed feelings for him, and it also didn’t matter that you spent almost every day together. You were friends, so it was normal that you two would go to the festival together, right? But he had been acting different today, actually he had already acted differently when he had asked you to go with him.

He had been all bashful and had stuttered again and again throughout the evening, which was unusual for him. And you were acting differently too. Were you flirting with him? Was he flirting with you? First, he had insisted on sharing some yakisoba and some melon float. Then he had gotten competitive with some other high schooler over a stupid game in which he had won the Sakura mochi plushie, which he had insisted on gifting you. After that, he had let you hook your hand into his arm, and you had walked around the park, marvelling at the sight of the blooming trees all around you. You had walked so closely, that you had felt his warmth bleeding through the layers of clothes separating you. And now he was feeding you a crepe and you booped him with the plushie he had gotten you… What was going on?

You finished the treat in silence, both of you painfully aware of the other’s stolen glances. Just as Yūji had fed you the last bite, an announcement declated, that the fireworks would soon start, and Yūji turned to you excitedly.

“I love fireworks,” he grinned, as if he only just now had learned that there would be a show tonight. “Hey, are you cold?”

Apparently, you had not been as good in hiding your shivering from him as you had hoped to be.

“It’s okay,” you assured him, hoping your voice was not as shaky as your hands. “Just a bit chilly.”

Yūji contemplated you with a serious expression for a moment before he spoke up. “Want me to hug you?”

Confused you blinked at him. “What?”

Instead of a proper answer, he just opened his arms a little, inviting you to move closer. Any other day you would have laughed, trying to hide your embarrassment, and how much you really wanted to be held by him, but like an accumulation of the entire afternoon and evening, in which you seemed to have done nothing but flirt with each other, you simply gave in, hoping you wouldn’t regret your actions later.

Quickly you stepped forwards, wrapping your arms around Yūji’s middle, while he closed his around your back, pulling you against him. Like before, you couldn’t help but notice how warm he was. Warm and safe, his arms strong but gentle around your frame, his subtle scent mixing with that of the night air around you. He never smelled of any strong deodorants or perfumes or shampoos, you noted. He mostly didn’t seem to have any smell at all. Only when you hugged him as closely as you did now, although usually those hugs barely lasted a few seconds, only then did you pick up on that note that was distinctively Yūji.

“Is this better,” he asked, his voice more resembling a deep rumble in his chest than actual words.

You only hummed in agreement, nuzzling your face closer to him, relishing the warmth that he engulfed you with in the hug.

“Can I ask your something,” he asked, and again you hummed affirmatively. “Would you go on a date with me?”

This time you didn’t hum, instead let his words sink in before you turned your head so you could look at him.

“This wasn’t a date?”

He only blinked, a blush beginning to rise into his cheeks.

“What I mean,” you continued, “I know we didn’t declare this as a date, so technically it isn’t. But I can’t imagine a better first date than this, so we could make this our first date retrospectively.”

A smile tucked at Yūji’s lips as he thought about your words for a moment before he nodded.

“Sounds good to me,” he agreed. He seemed to want to say something else, but in that moment an explosion and the collective gasp of the crowd made you turn around in his arms, watching the first stars of the firework glimmer above the lake.

Yūji leant his head against your shoulder, pressing a chase kiss to your hair, as you watched the firework together which seemed to mirror the fireworks that felt like they were sparking inside you. But it was hard to focus on anything other than him, once he had whispered: “Would you also go to a second date with me?”

@delzinrowe

[midnightsummer-glow]

Home in Your Embrace: A Night Beneath the Stars

Kyōjurō x reader

It had been weeks since Kyōjurō Rengoku had left on his latest mission, and you could feel the quiet of the house settling around you in his absence. The warmth that usually accompanied his presence seemed to have dimmed, leaving an empty space that you eagerly waited to fill when he returned. He was always so full of life, his booming laugh, his fiery spirit, the way he always made you feel like the center of his world, even with the constant threat of demons lurking.

You had been thinking a lot lately, wanting to do something special for him when he returned. After all, Kyōjurō always did so much for you. He always made sure you were comfortable, safe, and loved, no matter how hectic his life as a Hashira became. It was time for you to show him just how much he meant to you.

That’s when you decided you would plan a surprise romantic dinner.

For days, you plotted everything down to the tiniest detail. You scouted the markets early in the morning, buying fresh ingredients and making mental notes of the things he enjoyed the most—grilled fish, rice seasoned with furikake, and of course, his beloved sweet potatoes. You even found a rare bottle of sake that you knew would pair perfectly with the meal. You imagined the look on his face when he walked through the door, tired but content, only to be greeted by the smell of his favorite dishes and the warm glow of a perfectly set table.

As the day of his return approached, you grew more excited. You spent the entire afternoon preparing. The sun was just beginning to set, casting a golden hue across the sky as you set the table outside, underneath the stars. It would be a peaceful evening, you hoped, just the two of you, away from the chaos of his duties. You draped the table in a soft, cream-colored cloth, placed a few small candles in the center, and sprinkled fresh flower petals you had gathered earlier in the day. The ambiance was romantic, exactly what you were aiming for.

You sighed as you finished plating the food, taking a moment to admire your work. The savory scent of the grilled fish and the sweetness of the roasted sweet potatoes filled the air, making your mouth water. You quickly adjusted the collar of your yukata, smoothing the fabric nervously. Would Kyōjurō like it? Would he be surprised?

Just then, you heard the unmistakable sound of the front door sliding open, followed by the heavy yet steady footsteps of your beloved Hashira. Your heart raced in anticipation. This was it. You quickly wiped your hands on a towel and rushed to meet him.

Kyōjurō appeared in the entryway, looking as radiant as ever despite the fatigue that clung to his expression. His bright, golden hair with those vibrant red tips caught the fading light, making him look almost ethereal. He hadn’t noticed you yet, his focus still on removing his haori, which was splattered with dirt and the evidence of a hard-fought battle. His eyes flicked up when he sensed your presence, and the tiredness in his face immediately melted away.

“Ah, Y/N!” he called, his voice full of the usual warmth you missed so much. “I’m home!”

“Welcome home, Kyōjurō,” you greeted softly, smiling as you approached him. “You must be exhausted.”

“I won’t lie, it was a challenging mission,” he admitted with a chuckle, wiping the sweat from his brow. “But nothing I can’t handle! The flame of my soul still burns brightly, thanks to you.”

His eyes softened as he took in your appearance, the subtle changes in the house, the fragrant aroma of the food wafting from outside.

“Wait… what’s this?” he asked, his eyes gleaming with curiosity.

You felt a flutter of excitement as you took his hand gently and led him outside to the dining area you had prepared. The moment he stepped out and saw the table, his mouth fell open slightly in surprise.

“Y/N… did you do all this?”

You nodded, your heart swelling at his reaction. “I wanted to surprise you,” you explained softly. “You’ve been working so hard, Kyōjurō. I thought you deserved something special.”

For a moment, he just stood there, taking it all in. His usual exuberance was replaced by a deep, quiet gratitude. He turned to look at you, his eyes soft and full of emotion.

“You never fail to amaze me,” he said, his voice low and sincere. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

His words made your chest tighten, and you squeezed his hand a little tighter. “You don’t have to do anything, Kyōjurō. I’m just… I’m just happy to have you here.”

His expression brightened again as he let out one of his booming laughs. “Well then! Let’s eat before all your hard work gets cold! I’m starving!”

You couldn’t help but smile as you guided him to his seat, taking your own across from him. He immediately dug into the food with his usual enthusiasm, exclaiming how delicious everything was. His praise made your heart soar. He took a particularly large bite of the sweet potatoes, his favorite, and closed his eyes, savoring the flavor.

“These sweet potatoes are perfect! You always know how to make them just the way I like!” he said between bites, giving you that dazzling grin of his that never failed to make you blush.

“I remembered,” you said, a little shyly, “I know how much you like them.”

His gaze softened again, lingering on you as he placed his chopsticks down for a moment. “You always remember the little things. I can’t tell you how much that means to me, Y/N.”

You could feel the warmth of his gaze, and your heart fluttered in your chest. “It’s because I love you, Kyōjurō,” you said softly, your eyes meeting his. “You mean the world to me, and I just want you to know that.”

There was a beat of silence, and then Kyōjurō reached across the table, taking your hand in his. His grip was firm, warm, comforting—the same way he always made you feel when he was near.

“I love you too, Y/N,” he said, his voice quiet, but no less full of passion. “More than anything. You are the light that keeps my flame burning.”

His words sent a wave of emotion through you, and you squeezed his hand, feeling the familiar warmth and safety that only he could provide. The two of you stayed like that for a while, simply enjoying the moment, the food, and each other’s company. The stars twinkled above, the candles flickered softly in the gentle breeze, and for a while, the world seemed to melt away.

After dinner, Kyōjurō insisted on helping clean up, despite your protests. “I can’t let you do all the work!” he said, laughing. “Besides, it’s the least I can do after such an incredible meal.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as he clumsily tried to balance the dishes, his exuberance making even the most mundane tasks feel like an adventure. Once the cleaning was done, the two of you returned to the table to enjoy the final part of the night—a quiet moment together with the bottle of sake you had saved for this special occasion.

You poured each of you a small cup, raising yours with a smile. “To you, Kyōjurō. And to all the battles you’ve won, and the ones you’ll continue to fight.”

Kyōjurō’s eyes gleamed with pride and affection as he raised his cup to meet yours. “And to you, my love. For always being my reason to keep fighting.”

The two of you sipped your sake, the warmth of the alcohol mingling with the warmth of the evening and the love you shared. There was something so peaceful about it all, sitting there with Kyōjurō, watching the stars together.

Eventually, the night grew late, and Kyōjurō’s tiredness began to catch up with him. He stretched, yawning as he leaned back in his chair, but his hand never left yours.

“You know,” he said, his voice growing softer as sleep crept in, “I never thought I’d be this lucky. To have someone like you, waiting for me. Loving me.”

You felt your heart skip a beat at his words, and you squeezed his hand gently. “You deserve all the happiness in the world, Kyōjurō. I’ll always be here, waiting for you.”

His eyes fluttered shut as a contented smile spread across his face. “And I’ll always come home to you, Y/N.”

And with that promise, the two of you sat together, quietly watching the stars, knowing that no matter how many battles lay ahead, you’d always have each other to come home to.

[musetheapothecary]

following the sun

nishinoya yū x fem!reader

Summer is a yawn that has only just ended. You can feel its lethargy in the drag of your feet across the stone, the memory of its heat lingers beneath your summer-brown skin. It hangs honey-soft in the air, in the aroma of the lotus flowers and strawberry crêpe stands.

You lick a dollop of cream off your knuckle, tasting the salt of your sweat beneath its sweetness. A breeze rushes through your hair, its icy fingers a stark reminder of autumn's rapid approach. Goosebumps race up your arms, and you do your best to suppress your shivers.

“Are you cold?”

You lean into the arm at your side. “Just a little.”

Pops of colour, gunshot loud, spark across the flat black sky. The stars are hidden behind streaks of light, bursts of brilliant blue-red-yellow. Your ears ring with it all. You see twin fireworks behind your closed eyelids.

“Here's good, right?” Yū digs a sock-clad toe into the damp grass. There's a couple to your right, clapping along to the light display, and a trio of children further ahead, hands and faces sticky with red bean. “It's a bit wet, but here, you can sit on my—”

“It's fine,” you say, smile so large your cheeks ache with it.

You pull him down beside you, curling into him as your neck arches back, face to the sky. Yū's eyes are star-bright. He's always been larger than life, a burst of colour in the grey of your life. You can still remember the first time you'd seen him—it'd been summer then too, you'd had grass-stained knees and a missing tooth—and he'd rolled across the grass at your local park and knocked a volleyball right into your stomach. Through your hiccuped tears you'd thought him beautiful. And loud. He'd bought you an ice cream with the last of his pocket money to make up for it and talked your ear off about the merits of the Libero.

You drop the plush Kuromi—a gift won from a stall—in favour of taking his hand. You can feel the sweat on his palm and the anxious twitch of his fingers. His smile is brighter than all the fireworks combined.

The fingers of your free hand tangle in summer-tall grass.

“Can we stay here forever?”

Nishinoya's cheeks flush the same pink as your nails, the same nails you've taken to dragging lazily across his bare ankle. His head tilts back, spindling shadows spread out from his lashes and down to the tip of his nose. You reach out to trace a nail over that, too.

He hums, all lazy and sun-soft. “That'd be nice.”

In front of you your lemonade sweats in the heat, long forgotten. You can't seem to stop touching him.

It's a line you both crossed a while ago now, the twining of pinkies as you walk, hugs that last a moment too long, heads on shoulders and feet on laps.

But you want more. Much more.

You steel yourself, lick the lemonade off your lip, and swing a leg over his lap. It's a little awkward, a little stiff, given how tight your yukata presses your thighs together, but you manage. There are people around you but it's dark and Nishinoya has never cared much for modesty so you try not to trouble yourself with it. You hover above his lap for a heartbeat, shaking hands smoothing down your floral hem before settling on his broad shoulders.

His eyes, once lidded and lazy, blow wide enough to be ringed by white.

“Is this ok?” You whisper.

He grunts, dipping his chin, and the pink spreads from his cheeks down to his throat.

You lower yourself fully, thighs pressed to the soft cotton of his own. Tentative hands encircle your hips, knuckles white with tension.

“Yū-kun?”

“Yeah?”

You grin, lacing your fingers through the tuft of blonde at the crown of his head, so much softer than the summer grass. “I like-like you.”

He huffs a trembling laugh and tugs you firmly into his chest, knee bumping into the lemonade and sending a spill of it down to the earth. Neither of you notice.

“I like-like you too.”

“Yū-kun,” you say, a whisper pressed to the sunshine-gold of his yukata. “I'd like to kiss you.”

He stutters for a moment, fingers flexing around yours as a pretty shade of red creeps up his neck. “Okay.”

You press the ghost of a kiss to the freckles across the bridge of his nose and his breath leaves him in a single shuddering exhale. You dot another to his forehead, the shell of his ear, the point of his chin. When your lips finally meet his own a burst of orange-gold-red lights up the night sky and the crowd around you gasps in awe and you think to yourself this is it.

You'll remember this moment with startling clarity for the rest of your life.

You'll remember the sticky sweet of his lips, slightly stiff against your own, you'll remember the heat of his breath on your cheek and the tickle of ants crawling over your ankle and you'll remember the way your heart thudded in your chest.

You'll remember the night you fell in love with Nishinoya Yū.

[tygoii]

Innocent Kunikuzushi x Dom Goddess Reader PART 2!

Warnings: Sub Kuni!, Dom Afab Reader, Innocence destroyed, use of Petnames, Mommy Reader!, Fluff, Breeding Kink, cream pie, lactation and boobsession, somnopholia, F! oral, embarrassed Kuni!, mention of pregnancy!

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kunikuzushi was eating with Y/n ramen she made she was in a loose yukata showing her cleavage Kuni was surely staring when Y/n wasn’t looking “S-so why are you here anyways?..” said Kuni looking at Y/n “I was visiting a old friend but seems like she’s very busy” said Y/n not mentioning anything about the shogun that might remind Kuni of awful memories “When can we move out of inazuma?” said Kuni “Oh about that i was going to tell you i’m leaving soon—“ Y/n stopped talking when she saw Kuni looking like he’s about to cry “But i’m also bringing you with me i can’t leave you alone” said Y/n the boy looked up seeing the woman who would never leave him or betray him like the rest did “Can you wash the plates i have to set the bed” said Y/n Kuni nodded and got the plates Y/n went to their room and prepared the blanket, pillows, sheets, she was done with the bed and heard the water run Kuni was washing the plates Y/n took off her yukata and changed into a loose robe “Umm..y/n—i-i’m sorry!” said Kuni covering his eyes the woman smiled seeing the cute boy in front of her “I-im done can we go to bed now?” said Kuni “Of course good night kuni” said Y/n getting in bed with the younger boy

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It was night time the goddess was fast asleep while the boy just laid there quietly looking at the girls feature her loose robe falling to her shoulders where her boobs were almost seen Kuni looked at them fascinating again when he felt arms around his head he was stuffed between Y/n’s big breast he looked up at her seeing if she was awake Y/n was asleep her leg around his waist her arm on his head Kuni blushed and tried moving but accidentally touched her boob and felt her nipple hardened under his touch curiosity killed the cat Kuni touched her harden nipple making the woman moan Kuni took off the woman’s robe and freed her breast he touched her boob kneading it while teasing her sensitive nipple Y/n moaned still asleep Kuni put his mouth around the girls sensitive nipple and sucked like in his lewd thoughts Kuni sucked harshly and played with her other boob he heard her whimper Kuni didn’t know what he was doing but it looked like it was bringing pleasure to her He kept sucking until he felt sweet warm liquid going down his throat he was in shock he stopped sucking and saw she was producing milk Kuni licked his lips licking the flavor and sucked more getting more more out of her the boy felt his down part harden painfully Kuni once read a novel that had mature stuff he spread her legs apart and he took off Y/n’s panties off and felt her pussy it was so wet he remembered the man rubbing something that made the girl feel pleasure the boy found something and rubbed it making Y/n move around and whimper Kuni thought he was doing it right rubbing that area once more making the girl moan “kuni…” mumbled Y/n ‘was she dreaming about me?..’ thought Kuni his cheeks turned red he put his finger inside the girls tight hole the girl yelled waking up she saw Kuni in front of her a blushing mess he looked so embarrassed “K-kuni!” said Y/n she felt pain around her hole “D-did i do something wrong?..” said Kuni he thought girls liked this like in the novel “t-take your finger out your doing it wrong..” said Y/n trying not to embarrass the boy unfortunately the boy had tears in his eyes he was red “i-i’m sorry..” said Kuni “It’s fine Kuni i’ll teach you if you want ~” said Y/n smirking as she started taking off her clothes completely.

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Kuni was sucking Y/n’s tits he tasted the sweet warm milk going into his mouth Y/n was riding his dick and petting him “Good boy~” said Y/n “n-mommy i-im coming again!” said Kuni coming deep inside her hole “Do you wanna breed mommy again?~” said Y/n riding Kuni raw “i-i wanna fill you with my cum i wanna make a baby with y-you!” said Kuni blushing the sound of skin clapping can be heard the two beings were being loud. Y/n’s leg was on Kuni hoping to get a good angle on filling her “K-kuni w-wait!” said Y/n feeling the puppet go inhuman speed “i-i wanna breed you hng” Kuni came inside Y/n again

oh boy what a long night you will have with kuni

ヾ(≧▽≦*)o

[amane-by-together]

Hmmm

Amane x Fem Reader!

He courts us for a 2 months and a half and we finally say yes to him under the fireworks of the tanabata festival

happy late tanabata everyone i just found out it was celebrated on july 7 and i was devastated 😭

wish upon a tanzaku || amane yugi

genre: fluff

pairing: amane yugi x fem! reader

summary: amane yugi has been courting [name] [surname] two months and a half after he became her suitor. during the tanabata festival where all wishes can be fulfilled by writing upon the tags, unbeknownst to him that his wish of [name] saying yes to him can come later

          everyone seems to rely on luck to see if your crush likes you back, some might even do voodoo magic to make them fall in love with you and if they don't then that's basically it.

          why not try courting? seems like a waste of time you might say, why bother making someone fall in love with you for a long period of time because of your impatient nature wanting them to say yes immediately?

          if you truly love someone, you'll exert the effort of showing how serious you are to loving them, let them know that you are willing to fulfill this relationship with you and when they said yes—that's where you know that you succeeded.

          amane yugi wonders how long does it truly take for someone to fall in love. he has been courting [name] for two months yet he feels like he hasn't made any progress. all those times that he made her blush and giggle, maybe it wasn't enough.

          so amane is going to try harder from now on.

          it was the night of the tanabata festival, also known as the star festival, amane was wearing a simple yukata, waiting in front of the entrance of the festival which is nearby his house.

          he asked [name] if she would like to spend some time together in the festival, she was really happy when she was asked out on a date—in which he does multiple times because it's part of the courting culture. but amane was more happy that [name] is going to join him.

          "amane-kun! sorry i'm late!" amane glanced up and saw [name] wearing a cute yukata with simple patterns with an ornament attached to her hair. amane's cheeks grew red at the sight of [name], he could only gape at her. "um, amane-kun?"

"a-ah!" amane blinked in surprise. "s-sorry, i kind of spaced out." he blushed further while twiddling with his fingers. "you look so pretty..."

          [name] giggled, a blush spreading upon her cheeks. "thank you, you look nice as well." she smiled.

          amane held out his hand and tilted his head slightly to her direction. "let's go," he said as [name] grabbed his hand. "we should hold hands or else we might be split apart from the crowd."

          amane's cheeks grew red just by simply holding her hand, leading her through the crowd so they won't get lost—yet [name] thought they were lost in a fleeting moment under orange and yellow lights.

          a smile curled up on [name]'s lips, her heart skipping a beat at the way amane's fingers fit between the gaps of her fingers. his hand was warm with a gentle yet strong grip.

          "[name]? is there something wrong?" amane couldn't help but ask as to why [name] was silent throughout their little stroll.

          "o-oh! i couldn't help but to admire the festival that's all." [name] smiled sheepishly as she looked down on their hands.

          amane grinned at [name]. "same." even though he was admiring her. both of them visited some food stalls and bought some strawberry crepes, which [name] liked to eat as a snack.

          "their crepes tastes so good everytime i go here." [name] fawned after taking a bite of her crepe. she lifted her crepe to hand it over to amane for him to take a bite. he leaned in to receive the offer but [name] smirked as she teasingly moved the crepe away from him and took a bite instead. "mmm... so sweet..."

          amane's noticed that [name] had some whip cream on her lips. an idea entered his mind which made him smile. "here, try one." [name] held out her crepe towards him once again.

          he leaned in and swiftly kissed the side of her lips on where the whip cream is before he took a bite on the crepe, leaving [name] standing there with a blush on her face. "you're right, it tastes good." amane smirked while slightly licking his lips.

          "you're such a tease." [name] blushed as she slightly pushed him to the side playfully.

          "you're a tease too, i couldn't help it, you're adorable." amane gave her a closed-eye smile before biting his own crepe. the rest of the night was them trying to collect tags or what they call a tanzaku from different stalls that they pass by.

          they say that if you collect six of them, your wish will definitely come true. "we only have three tags for the two of us." [name] sighed in defeat. "i swear they're probably greedy with the tags."

          "now now, well we can't help it if we only received three tags for the two of us..." amane dotingly told [name], since only one of them could really make their wish come true. "let's just write down our wishes and hang them by the bamboo tree. the fireworks will be starting soon."

          [name] stared at the three tags on her hands, then glancing at amane. she smiled at his determination of wanting to make one of his wishes come true. and this boy standing right in front of her, she doesn't need to wish for anything anymore.

          "amane-kun," [name] handed him the rest of her tags. "you can have the rest of my tags." she said. amane was confused as to why [name] is giving him her tags when she earned it herself.

          "but what about your wish?"

          [name] smiled sweetly at amane which made his heart skipped a beat. "and i have you." she answered. "so take them, we don't know if the rumors are true anyways but it won't hurt for you to try out."

          amane's eyes sparkled in astonishment, then he took the tags from [name]'s hands. he thought hard enough on what to wish for, something that he wanted to come true.

          'i hope you say yes to me.'

          amane finished in a minute as he tied the tags together. [name] couldn't help but to be curious as to what amane had wished for. "so what's your wish?" [name] asked while glancing at his sides to try to get a glimpse of his tag.

          amane turned around as he placed a finger on his lips. "shhh..." he shushed with a smile. [name]'s cheeks grew red at the sudden action, maybe amane's wish is a secret so she won't pry to it further.

          after he attached his tag to the bamboo tree, amane took her hand and led her to one of the spaces in the area so they could see the fireworks together. "i can't wait to see the fireworks." amane excitedly said.

          "me too." [name] nodded in agreement. the fireworks are the best part in the tanabata festival. she was glad she could spend it with amane—then this is definitely the best part for the two of them.

          a striking display of light appear amongst the night sky, followed by a loud sound. fireworks continued to rise and explode, spreading different bright colors across the scenery. "[name], look at the fireworks! isn't it pretty?" amane slightly raised his voice because of the booming sounds of the fireworks, then he linked their pinky fingers together, then subtly holding her hand by intertwining their fingers together.

          [name] had an epiphany realizing the things amane did for her; the meaningful soft kisses, their fingers intertwining when their hands simply touched, the loving gazes, the home in his arms and the whispers of sweet nothings.

          it may seem like amane's simple ways of showing love to [name], but to her, it was worth a whole universe.

          [name] moved closer to plant a soft kiss on amane's cheek, then she opened her mouth to speak.

          "yes."

          amane tilted his head to the side in confusion, he comprehended this as [name] agreed that the fireworks looked pretty but she meant something else. "yes?" he questioned.

          "yes." [name] repeated with a blush on her face. she squeezed his hand while looking into his amber eyes. "i'm saying yes to you." she corrected. amane couldn't believe what he just heard, it's like the sounds of the fireworks fading just by that answer.

          "does that mean..." amane bit his lip in excitement. "you're my girlfriend now?" he asked as his eyes sparkled like stars. [name] nodded her head with a big smile on her face. "oh my gosh—i'm so glad!" he grinned while pulling her into an embrace.

          "i can't believe it... you're now my girlfriend." tears started to appear from the corners of his eyes. "i love you. i love love love you so much..." amane whispered, his arms wrapping around her securely and burying his face on the crook of her neck.

          "i love you too." [name] said with a soft whisper. amane pulled away from the hug as he looked at her in a loving gaze, his eyes glanced at her lips, then at her eyes with a tint of pink on his cheeks. he placed his hand on her cheek as the strands of her hair tangled through his fingers, then his other hand was still holding on to hers.

          amane slowly leaned in to [name], stepping closer while tilting his head to aim for her lips as their eyes closed.

          and then he giving her a soft kiss on her lips.

          "so what did you wish for, amane?" [name] asked as she and amane were walking home after the festival ended. they were still holding hands, swaying them a bit while doing so.

          amane couldn't help but to chuckle, it's too coincidental, maybe the rumors about having six tags and wishing on them turned out to be real—but in reality, it's on you and it's still you who can make your wishes come true.

          and it is guaranteed, it is not a work of a supernatural.

          "i wished that you'd say yes to me," amane sheepishly giggled while scratching his choppy locks. "i know it's corny but hey, it worked out in the end."

          [name] shook her head with a chuckle escaping from her lips. "oh amane, i planned to answer you in this festival—i guess you can say is that i made your wish come true."

          "and i thank you for that, dear." amane said as he reached to give [name] a kiss on the cheek.

a/n: so uh, this request is like from 2022 tanabata and i just wrote it now since it's tanabata—yeah, happy birthday to this request. i'm really sorry for being inactive in tumblr, college is a b i c t h and it will be in later years. its kinda rushed i hope you enjoy this (⁠｡⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠｡⁠)