sleepy-moons

[sleepy-moons]

gojo constantly tells you he'd die for you. at the start of your relationship, you would kind of roll your eyes at the comment. he's so dramatic, you'd think to yourself, though you'd appreciate the sentiment nonetheless. but as time went on, and as your relationship blossomed, you began to feel a pang in your heart every time he said it.

an ache so deep in your spirit, that you could cry whenever he'd go on a mission. because you knew, that while he was fighting for a better society, for the eradication of curses and corruption, there was a large part of him that was fighting solely for you. for your safety. and if that meant he had to die for that to happen, so be it.

i don't want you to die for me. words you never thought you'd have to say to the love of your life. you want to spend the rest of your life with this man. why must he insist on showing his love in death?

he'd always give you a little smile when you'd say that, because he knows tears will be following soon after.

i know. there wasn't much more to be said after that. just a mutual understanding that a devastating heartbreak is lingering somewhere down the line, inevitable. he just hopes that in his next life, he gets to spend more time with you.

#icymi <3

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mila, i see you every 3 months for like a week then you disappear again 🤨 we need to have a talk because this is unacceptable 😤 (ily and missed you, babe 🫶🏾)

omg. I’m so sorry for replying to this MONTHS AFTER YOU SENT THIS IM SO HORRIBLE. I don’t have notifications on for this app and I only check it every once in a while (now being one of those times 😭). I hope you’re doing okay bby 💗💗💗💗💗

#.mail 💌 #.seb 💜

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“Miya-san!”

Osamu’s head swivels towards the sound, and he spots you right away even though you weren't the one who called for him.

You’re a few metres down the road, sitting on a bench in front of a bustling restaurant, slumped over onto the shoulder of your junior who seems to be doing everything he can to keep your head tipped up against his arm. Kimura, the name Osamu had once been introduced to him as at one of the events your company held, has blushy cheeks when the older man approaches—he seems flushed due both to being flustered and a little tipsy, and the knot of his tie is loosened at the base of his throat.

“Kimura-kun,” Osamu greets him with a dip of his head as he approaches, his eyes scanning your seemingly sleeping face. “She asleep?”

“No,” you slur in reply, but your eyes stay closed. Osamu’s not certain it’s the truth, and even less certain you realize he’s the one who said it.

“I-it’s all my fault,” Kimura squeaks, looking increasingly like he might burst into tears. “They were trying to make me drink more, but Senpai kept switching out our glasses when the other section leads weren’t looking.”

“Yeah, that sounds like somethin’ she’d do,” Osamu replies with a fond but exasperated sigh.

“I’m sorry for contacting you so late,” Kimura says, flinching as you slump away from him unexpectedly in your drunken stupor. Osamu is quicker to react than the younger man, stepping in and catching you in the crook of his elbow before you can go toppling off the bench onto the sidewalk. He keeps you steady.

“Don’t apologize, I appreciate ya callin’ me to come get her—and thanks fer lookin’ after her,” he says down to the younger man, who seems relieved now not to be responsible for keeping you upright. “Tell her to bring ya by the shop for a meal sometime as payback. She owes ya one.”

Kimura’s eyes widen and he shakes his head like he couldn’t possibly accept, but before he can decline the offer Osamu turns his attention back to you. With an arm wrapped around your waist, he gently pries you from your seat.

“Up ya go,” he mutters encouragingly as he eases you onto your feet.

Your eyes flutter slowly open, looking around blearily for a moment as you take in your surroundings.

“Samu?” you ask, his name slurred on your alcohol loosened tongue. You perk up noticeably in his arms once you realize just who’s holding you. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to take ya home, Cinderella,” he says with a light laugh as your fingers twist into the material of his sweatshirt against his chest. He looks to Kimura again, who’s also risen to his feet now. “We’ll be off, then.”

“Thank you, Miya-san!” Kimura bows deeply forward, a nearly perfect 45 degree angle at his waist.

He’s a sweet kid, Osamu can’t help but think, even if does follow you around like a puppy.

Osamu helps you down the sidewalk towards his waiting truck, then up into your seat on the passenger’s side. He makes quick work of buckling you into your seatbelt even as you squirm counterproductively, then he jogs swiftly around to his own side of the truck and climbs in behind the wheel.

Kimura waves from outside the restaurant as the truck pulls away.

“Seems like ya had fun tonight,” Osamu remarks as he drives in the direction of your home. You hadn't even wanted to attend this work gathering, but had been forced to by your director. Now look where it had gotten you.

You’re fiddling with the controls of the radio, stations crackling in and out as you switch rapidly through the channels. 

“Drank too much,” you complain, settling on a talk radio station (of all things) that seems to be midway through discussing prefectural bylaws.

“Don’t I know it,” Osamu quips in reply and you swat at him harmlessly over the centre console with a laugh.

You’re turned in your seat, your body facing in his direction, watching him as he keeps his eyes on the road. He can feel your gaze tracing over him, but doesn’t glance back.

“Hey,” you whisper, something conspiratorial in your tone. “Wanna know a secret?”

“Sure thing,” he plays along with your antics, fighting back a grin.

It’s silent for a moment—only the voices on the radio discussing trash collection to be heard. Osamu pulls up to a red light, and finally looks over to meet your gaze.

Your eyes are glassy and a bit unfocused, but they’re bright with affection.

“I have a crush on you,” you tell him with a giggle.

Osamu’s chest pangs.

The light turns green.

“Well,” he remarks, returning his gaze to the road ahead and proceeding through the intersection. “That’s good.”

From the corner of his eye, he sees your shoulders slump dejectedly. 

“I’m being rejected,” your next words are positively morose. You turn away from him and lean your body over to the side. He hears a loud thump as your forehead head hits window on your right.

“Hey!” Osamu chides you in concern, reaching out and grabbing the collar of your blouse to tug you up a little straighter. It’s not the most elegant motion by any means, but he’s fairly limited with his other hand on the wheel and his eyes still on the road.

“Owww,” you complain, rubbing your forehead weakly. You bat the hand he has clutching the collar of your shirt away. “You’re so mean.”

“How’m I mean?” Osamu guffaws beside you.

“I just confessed my love for you, and all you had to say is ‘that’s good’!” You turn your body in your seat to waggle an unsteady but judgemental finger at him. “A woman’s heart is a precious, fragile thing, y’know!”

“There’s nothin’ fragile about ya,” Osamu mutters under his breath, thinking about how much you had to drink that night as a prime example of this fact. “Yer tough as a brick wall.”

“Mean!” you jeer at him again, your mouth agape in the wake of his words.

Osamu flicks his turn indicator on before he pulls his truck over to the curb, putting it into park. You’ve stopped outside a convenience store, and when he turns to look at you, the fluorescents from inside the shop bathe you in a backlit halo where you sit in the passenger seat.

He grabs your hand. The one you still have lifted to point at him.

“D’ya see this?” he asks, holding your hand up in front of your face. The ring on your fourth finger catches in the glow of the convenience store lights.

Your eyes widen.

Osamu holds up his left hand where there’s a ring that matches your own.

“I said it’s good y’got a crush on me ‘cause we’re married, dummy.”

Your lips form a surprised little ‘o’ as your eyes flicker rapidly from the band on your finger to his own and back again. 

After a moment you grin, your eyes squeezing shut with how high your cheeks lift. “What a relief!”

Osamu is quick inside the store, just popping in to buy a vitamin drink for you and a pack of cigarettes for himself. He doesn’t smoke as much these days—you’d nag him incessantly if he did—but every so often he gets a craving, and tonight is one of those instances. 

The two of you sit side by side on the curb in front of the shop, the truck parked a little ways down the road. 

Osamu takes a drag of his cigarette, sighing in contentment with wispy plumes of smoke slipping from his lips. He peeks over at you from the corner of his eye. 

“Ya feelin’ better?” he asks.

You’ve got the little bottle of vitamin drink cradled in your hands, working your way through it slowly. You hate the taste of them, he knows that, but you’d regret it more tomorrow morning if you didn’t force it down tonight. You nod a bit, and seem to have sobered up in the time since Osamu arrived to take you home.

“This reminds me of when we first started datin’” Osamu laughs to himself. And he means it. Everything about it. Being out so late. The taste of the tobacco on his tongue. The way you keep creeping a little bit closer to him unconsciously, as though his space isn’t already yours to freely take. “I can’t believe ya forgot we’re married.”

You groan in embarrassment. “I’m sorry.”

He bites back a grin, trying not to revel too much in your misery.

“And I’m sorry I made you come pick me up,” you mumble after a moment, taking another sip from the little bottle in your hand and wincing against the bitterness. “I planned to just take a cab.”

“It was that little junior of yours who contacted me,” Osamu laughs, lifting the cigarette to his lips and holding it there while he rifles in his pocket for his phone. He holds the device out so you can see the conversation where your subordinate had commandeered your phone, remorsefully messaging Osamu asking him to come and collect you from the bar. He’d even used a funny little sticker of a bunny with tears in his eyes bowing apologetically—it bears a striking resemblance to Kimura himself. 

“That kid,” you sigh, shaking your head lightly as you rub your temple. Your eyes suddenly widen and your face snaps towards your husband. “Wh—“

“Tsumu’s there watchin’ ‘em,” Osamu laughs, reaching up and plopping a hand down atop your head. “Not that there’s much to watch since they’re in bed. He was still at the house when Kimura-kun messaged me.”

You lean into Osamu's touch as you think of your twins at home, tucked up in the little bed they share, and it makes your heart ache a little bit. You wonder if you’ll be able to creep in and give them a kiss goodnight when you get home without waking them. 

You go terribly quiet for a moment, and Osamu finishes his cigarette. He stamps it out on the curb beside him and then slips the extinguished stub back into the pack to throw into an ashtray later.

“Samu?” you call to him, your voice quiet.

He glances over at you, and sees the way you’ve wrapped your arms around your knees. The anxious posture worries him.

“I didn’t forget you, I promise,” you whisper. “It’s just… sometimes I think this is all too good to be true.”

Your husband watches as you admire the ring on your finger that reflects the streetlight overhead.

Osamu smiles to himself, scooting closer to you on the curb.

“I know,” he reassures you, wrapping an arm around your waist and tucking you into his side. Your head naturally falls to his shoulder. Familiar and instinctive. “I was just teasin’ ya.”

You smell like alcohol. He’s sure he smells like cigarettes. You're in rumpled business casual, and he's dressed in the sweats he planned to wear to sleep. He reaches over and takes your left hand in his own—your wedding rings overlapping. And for a moment, in spite of all the ways the two of you have changed over the years and all the ways that life is different now, everything is exactly how it’s always been.

He tilts his face and presses a lingering kiss to your temple.

‘I’ve got a crush on ya too, by the way.”

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Choso 🩸

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gojo constantly tells you he'd die for you. at the start of your relationship, you would kind of roll your eyes at the comment. he's so dramatic, you'd think to yourself, though you'd appreciate the sentiment nonetheless. but as time went on, and as your relationship blossomed, you began to feel a pang in your heart every time he said it.

an ache so deep in your spirit, that you could cry whenever he'd go on a mission. because you knew, that while he was fighting for a better society, for the eradication of curses and corruption, there was a large part of him that was fighting solely for you. for your safety. and if that meant he had to die for that to happen, so be it.

i don't want you to die for me. words you never thought you'd have to say to the love of your life. you want to spend the rest of your life with this man. why must he insist on showing his love in death?

he'd always give you a little smile when you'd say that, because he knows tears will be following soon after.

i know. there wasn't much more to be said after that. just a mutual understanding that a devastating heartbreak is lingering somewhere down the line, inevitable. he just hopes that in his next life, he gets to spend more time with you.

#gojo satoru #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #I've been thinking a lot about gojo recently #I'm not the type of person to indulge in angst (does this classify as angst???) #or any type of sad media bc I'm delulu and like happy endings #but this has been floating around my noggin and I had to write it down #he is so so devoted to you. he doesn't care to throw his life away for you #anyways hello my friends long time no see !! #this is longer than I intended and it has hardly been proofread but I hope y'all enjoy ! #.satoru

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“sunflowers or peonies?”

“awe, nanami! i’m flattered—”

“they’re not for you,” nanami says flatly. “you can buy your own.”

shoko squints down at the man lying on her exam table, arm held up and behind his head. “i’m quite literally stitching you back together, you know.”

the blond thinks bitterly on what had landed him in her infirmary in the first place, injured and likely having to reschedule dinner tonight. it’s already well past the time he’d planned on picking you up, and the table he’d reserved at the new restaurant in roppongi has likely been given away.

he’s dreading calling to tell you, his heart already twinging at the idea of letting you down.

shoko stitches him up neatly, cleaning and covering it up with a layer of bandages. she offers him a hand to help him sit up, but he bypasses it to plant his palm against the cot, pushing himself up with a groan.

she rolls her eyes, peeling her gloves off and pulling her mask down, tossing them both into the trash. “clean and dress it at least twice a day. no sudden movements of strenuous activity for at least a week. if you ruin my work, i’ll put you on bedrest.”

she digs through her cabinets as he awkwardly pulls his shirt back on. his mind drifts to you as he does so. he’d lost his phone in the fight, so he hadn’t been able to tell you about cancelling.

he wonders if the pout on your lips is painted your lips that shade of red you’d been wearing when he’d first met you. wonders if you’re waiting wearing the dress he’d gifted you last week.

he’d really wanted to see you in that dress.

nanami sighs heavily as he does up the buttons, prompting shoko to glance over her shoulder at him.

“what’s wrong with you?” she asks, setting a small bottle of painkillers on the tray table next to him.

“i’m missing an important dinner,” he grumbles, wondering if just a bundle sunflowers or peonies from the small stall outside is enough. he should order you a proper bouquet from a shop. perhaps he can also book you a massage or—

a knock at the door interrupts his spiralling.

“oh!” shoko suddenly gasps. she reaches up, brushing a few stray hairs from his forehead and fixing it as best she can.

“what are you doing?” he asks, genuinely confused in this moment.

“you’ll see,” she simply grins, sending him a wink. then, “come in!”

the door to the infirmary opens to reveal…you.

“kento,” you breathe, the quiet click of your heels echoing through the empty room as you quickly walk towards him.

he’s shocked, but lets you carefully wrap your arms around him, cradling his head against your chest.

but before he knows it he’s holding onto you too, breathing in the deep, sweet scent of your perfume and focusing on the steady beat of your heart.

“what are you doing here?” he asks once you finally release him, taking your hands in his.

“shoko called me,” you tell him. “apparently…apparently i’m your emergency contact.”

his face is suddenly hot with embarrassment. he’d honestly forgotten about that. he hadn’t even realized he’d done it when yaga had asked him to update his information with the school. your name had been the first and only name to pop into his mind.

“sorry,” he apologizes quickly, dropping your hands. he jumped the gun, didn’t he? you’ve only been dating for six months… “i should have asked you first but—”

but no one knows me better than you.

a soft sigh slips from your lips as you sit next to him, with a gaze so reverent that it strips him to the bone. “i love you, kento. i will be your emergency contact as long as you want me to be.”

he whispers the words back to you, suddenly shy.

sometimes nanami lets himself slip a little too far into his own head, overthinking and a little insecure. but you’re always there, ready to coax him back into the light.

“you look beautiful,” he murmurs, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. he’s seen you in a lot of dresses, each one making him weak in the knees. but this dress…this one makes it a little hard for him to breathe.

“well, you still owe me a date,” you tell him, helping him up off the cot. “we could go to the ramen place across from my apartment.”

he wraps an arm around your shoulders, and you reach up to intertwine your fingers with his. “i’d go anywhere with you.”

[sleepy-moons]

Miya (palms himself while he eats you out because he's that into your taste) Osamu

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cw: semi-public sex, izuku's a fucking liar a/n: a repost!

the fast, sloppy, wet and repetitive slap of skin vs skin is heard loud and clear in the dark, muting the muffled and distant music from the house party still in full swing.

izuku's in full swing too, his thrusts into you showing no signs of stopping any time soon, nudging and knocking every part of your insides as though he is anxious to make space inside you for him to stay forever. his kisses are pleasantly bruising, and equally as eager and numerous; you can barely speak through gasps and moans, the muscles of your thighs clenching around his thick waist as your body sucks him in and demands more.

breathless still, your arms wrapped around his neck, you remind him that he lied.

"y-you said you'd never done this be-" your breath cuts suddenly as he angles just slightly upwards, a calculated and deliberate move that has you seeing something - stars, god, your future? - then stills, looking down on you curiously as your soul resettles back into your physical form.

his eyebrows raise and he stops, propping himself up by his elbows as he waits for you to stop cumming and you unwittingly let out a whining sound that you never want to hear come out of your throat again.

the fact that he still says nothing, like he's unfazed, angers you even further and you resist the urge to slap him for making you look this stupid.

in one rushed sentence, you nearly hiss,

"yousaidyouwereavirgin!"

he blinks as though confused, and then as realization sets in, he laughs at your shocked expression, pulling away quickly and you use all your might to not press him back against you.

"i said i hadn't done this before," he clarifies.

"you've clearly had sex before," you snap.

he frowns. "well i mean yeah, i've clearly fucked."

the wanton way he says it as though it is meaningless, as though he hasn't just snatched your soul makes your tummy turn.

"s-so why did you lie?"

why are your teeth chattering?

"i didn't lie. i meant i hadn't had sex at a party before," he replies sheepishly.

your eyes widen, and he's not sure if you're angry or distressed, but he laughs again, raising himself over you and you swallow hard reflexively.

you miscalculated.

he dips down to kiss you, biting teasingly at your lip again as he pulls back. he looks positively demonic.

"is it okay if we keep going? i didn't cum yet."

#!!! #he’s so

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gojo is a sucker for pet names. you’re mid yelling at him like “satoru, honey, why are these dishes still in the sink when i’ve asked you to wash them four times now?”

and he’s like 💞💕💓💗 honey? 💕💗💓💞💗

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The "come here baby" and pulling you into their arms as soon as they see you start to tear up. The one hand smoothing over your hair while the other rubs your back. The press of their lips to your forehead as they wait for their soothing to sink in. The "you're not dumb" when you can't even put into words why you're feeling miserable.

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another 2 for the 15-min sketches on buymeacoffee

proheroes bakugou and kirishima

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➳ pairings: gojo satoru x afab!reader ➳ cw: not proofread, degradation, brat taming if u squint, marking, unprotected, mating press, overstimulation, dacryphilia if u squint, there's not a lot!!!

gojo has been touching you for exactly three hours now. kissing you, biting you, marking you, fucking you—you're not sure where this man manages to get the stamina to do so. because honestly, after the first two orgasms, you were already beat.

alternating between fucking you on his tongue, with his lithe, long fingers, and with his irresistibly girthy cock, you find your limbs losing strength as you bury your face into the sheets with no other choice.

he's pushing his cock into your puffy little cunt from behind, stilling inside you balls deep as he brushes away some of his pearly white strands sticking to forehead. he moves to take a swig of his water sitting on the nightstand, smirking against the bottle when he hears you swallow a moan from the smallest of movements. you can't help it, he's been feeling you up nonstop for so long now that it's simultaneously numbing and making you overly sensitive. and when he uses his palms to spread the fat of your ass apart, then using his fingers to get a good look at your messy pussy? you give the neediest whine that he's ever heard.

"does my stupid baby need to cum again?" he mocks, leaning down to cage you against his large frame. he snakes a hand over your chest, pulling your upper body towards his as he nips at your ear, leaving a mark just below the lobe.

"sato...ru... i—i can't take anymore—" he thrusts into you and you sob out, your cute, tight cunt spasming around his cock in response.

"you're just an ungrateful brat, aren't you?" his voice has gone cold and you hiccup, choking back more tears that threaten to fall. "even though i've been so good to you all night." he thrusts in again, drinking in your gasps and whimpers, babbling something about how it's too much or whatever.

he manhandles you into a mating press, pushing the back of your thighs up against your chest as he stares at the way his length disappears into your pussy sheen with slick, spit, and cum. he watched your hands fly up to your tear stained face, embarrassed at the state your in and he tsks, instantly ordering you to hold your legs instead to keep your hands from wandering. but for some reason, he's still unsatisfied when you oblige. little do you know that you're still too conscious for gojo's liking.

he can't help but wonder how you'd look like after another hour.

➳ an: assignments? what assignments

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“he’s big and bad and you’re his sweet soft shy virginal gf 🥺” what if i want to be his crass rude scrappy bitchy slutty gf sometimes? what if i want to be rough around the edges too? what if i also want to be big and bad with him? “he likes how innocent you are” what if i want him to like how i’m just like him?

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content: 18+mdni, fem!reader, suggestive language, oral (fem rec), light fluff

note: haven't written anything in weeks but i had to make time aside for the loml

Neighbor!Nanami nods at you as a greeting each time you encounter one another down the corridor. The gesture is short and quick, so much so that if you don't pay attention you will miss it.

Neighbor!Nanami is always punctual. You didn't memorize his schedule - well, at least not on purpose. In your defense, you enjoy spending summer evenings out on your balcony. And that spot so happens to give you a view of the gardens leading toward the building. It's a coincidence, spotting him every day at six o'clock walking from his car toward the staircase.

Neighbor!Nanami steals a glance at your balcony as he walks up the steps. You are always there, basking in the golden hours with a book perched on your lap. He once thought of waving but decided it was an odd thing to do. Considering you and he had never engaged in a proper conversation, it would be weird - right?

Neighbor!Nanami spots you on a Saturday night at the local sports bar. You're three pool tables away, and the urge to talk to you is present. After this, he decides as he aligns the pool stick tip with his target. The white ball sends the yellow one rolling, but his attention is no longer in the ball's direction. He's too focused on the man that is talking to you.

Neighbor!Nanami instead of remaining silent asked about your weekend. It took you by surprise. You expected a polite acknowledgment, never a question. Yet, you replied as you walked side by side down the corridor. Talked more descending the steps. And across the lawn toward the parking lot, you confessed you also saw him at the bar.

Neighbor!Nanami after months of living next door finally waves at you while you sit on your balcony.

Neighbor!Nanami is generous enough to give you some batteries during a power outage. You hadn't planned to invite him, but seeing him at your doorstep, you couldn't help but welcome him inside. As the rain continued to pool outside, you and Nanami were too busy talking to notice the sun setting on the horizon.

Neighbor!Nanami now waits for you in the mornings. It is part of a new routine, where you encourage one another to get through the workday. When you're dreading a particular day, he squeezes your shoulder, reassuring you that in the end, everything will be fine. Even if at the moment everything feels doomed, you and he can enjoy a beer and shit-talk your boss afterward.

Neighbor!Nanami after a long two weeks away from home - away from you - can't help but knock at your door the morning after. It's nine a.m. and you might be asleep, but you're quick to open the door. Relief, excitement, delightfulness all wash over him as you wrap your arms around him. He hugs you back, burying his face at the curve of your neck, "missed you," he whispers.

Neighbor!Nanami shuts your door behind him as his lips interlock with yours. With his heart thumping inside his chest, one hand rest at the back of your head deepening the kiss. He's eager and desperate to have you as close as possible. He missed your presence. Missed how comfortable and secure you make him feel. Those fourteen days, felt slow and pointless. He didn't want to spend another moment without you.

Neighbor!Nanami's skin feels warm against yours. Wandering hands tug at his hair as his lips touch your body, leaving kisses of adoration. His tongue gliding against your folds sends a shiver down your spine, making you take a deep inhale. His teasing is playful, yet relaxed and seductive to make you crave more. One thing is certain, he takes his time to observe your reactions to every single one of his touches.

Neighbor!Nanami figured out you liked how he probed at your entrance with his tongue. He enjoyed how you moaned and arched your back, as his nose brushed against your clit. You were so wet for him, he already wanted to be inside you. He wanted to feel your walls as he pushed himself into you until he bottomed out. The veins brushing against your warmth would provide you and him that much-needed release. But first, he needed to taste you.

Neighbor!Nanami praises you throughout the time you and he are beneath your sheets. Tells you how good you feel, how you're going to be his good girl, and promises he will treat you right. "I'll do whatever you say.” His lips brushing against your inner thigh. "So tell me what you want." You repeat his name until he aligns himself with your entrance. His tip dipping in and out until you groan and he pushes into you. His hands guide your legs until they press against your body and you can feel every inch of him.

Neighbor!Nanami enjoys cuddling after sex. He no longer looks tired or dreads the day that follows, how can he when he has the perfect person next to him? He lies on his side, caressing your cheek and telling you he wants to stay next to you all day. He likes how you roll your eyes somewhat bashfully at his comment. "C'mere," he says, pressing you closer to him.

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idk I just thought about this one night and I haven't stopped thinking about it since. I dont usually write fluff so this is probably very bad !

synopsis: just some fluff :). bkg kinda proposes. reader is a pro hero & gender neutral (no pronouns used). barely proof read- pls enjoy <3

there was a special place in your heart for days like this. days in which neither you or katsuki had to work, where you had what felt like all the time in the world to do whatever you absolutely wanted. many couples, pro hero or otherwise, plan dates or run a few errands. you both did the next best thing;

nothing.

it was a hard habit for your boyfriend to form, never really one to do nothing. he slowly learned that days off are days off, and that he deserved to relax.

it was almost 11 o'clock now, since dinner had been put away about an hour ago and the both of you found your way back to the same couch you'd been lounging on all day. you had your feet nestled in bakugo's lap, and he absentmindedly massaged them as he watched whatever movie was on at this hour.

not too interested in what the tv had to offer this late, you’ve resigned to scrolling through your phone, quietly giggling every so often at a silly post. about 15 uneventful minutes had passed since either of you spoke, until-

"you know," your boyfriend started, hands still working at any tension in the muscle. he paused for a moment, and it made you look up from your phone. you could tell he was thinking of the right words to say, gears turning in his head as his thumb applied a gentle pressure to the arch of your foot.

"yes?" still, you half expected him to say something silly, something deserving of a particular black couch pillow thrown directly at his head. he tends to get a bit slaphappy as he winds down for the night, so it wasn’t too crazy of an expectation.

"you know...I've. I've never felt like this before, with anyone else. I've never..." he cleared his throat, hands moving up your calf. he still hasn't looked at you.

"I've never loved anyone the way I love you."

you had opened your mouth to speak, though you're not exactly sure what to say yet. nerves began to creep up your spine, started to prick underneath your skin as you waited for something to happen to next. you’re not really sure what to expect, but you’re positive the sound of your heart beating against your ribs can be heard from miles away.

"I never want to love anyone the way I love you. I don't think I can."

a brief silence filled the room, though you're sure he could hear the fluttering of butterfly wings in your stomach.

"is this your way of proposing?" your question came off as more jokey than serious, though your intent was anything but.

Katsuki finally looked at you. the look in his eyes, deep red and simmering in what seemed like a million different emotions. you’ve seen it before, like when he first said i love you, or when you first got seriously injured on the job. this time, though, it felt different. heavier. and with each emotion that swam along his irises, it was clear that pure love was following right after.

"Yes." his answer was quick, as if you’d simply asked him if the sky were blue. “well, no. I’ll do it properly, swear. But I have every intention of keeping you in my life, for as long as I live.” he had always been a man of his word, but you're not sure you'd ever heard him sound so sincere.

today wasn't anything particularly special. it started just like the rest of your shared days off, and somehow ended being a day you’d never forget.

#hello ! #this has been in my drafts for a while. i hope you all enjoy #katsuki bakugo x black!reader #bnha x black!reader #bnha fluff #bnha headcanons #bakugo fluff #bnha x reader #bakugo x reader

[sleepy-moons]

WHEN YOU CAN’T SLEEP

feat. suna rintaro, sakusa kiyoomi, & akaashi keiji

warnings: none! i’m feeling very fluffy on this snowy afternoon so here u go :>

if you can’t go to sleep, SUNA will definitely try to help or (for lack of better words) force you to go to sleep. when he feels you shuffling around, he’ll grunt before placing his body on top of yours, hugging you tightly before mumbling “sleep” in your hair. “i’ll try if you get off of me. you’re crushing me to death!” you say and he contemplates for a few seconds, but ultimately decides that you’re a really comfortable body pillow. from how he’s laying, he can feel your heart beating and your soft, steady breaths and it makes him wonder why he never thought of using you as a mattress before. “promise?” even though you nod your head, suna can feel your smile on his collarbone which easily gives away that you’re not telling the truth. regardless, suna still rolls off to the side and stares at the ceiling with you. “what’s bothering you,” he almost whispers, it’s soft and genuine and that alone is enough to make your heart throb at 2 am. it’s also really funny seeing rin’s concerned look right now because he doesn’t know he’s overanalyzing the whole situation. you see, you didn’t eat dinner tonight. rin ordered you takeout on his way home because he assumed you’d be hungry, but you weren’t, so you let him have yours.what you failed to realize though, is how hungry you’d be and now you’re facing the consequences. you finally sigh and turn your body so you’re face to face with him on the bed. “rin,” you bite back the laugh that wants to come out because of how serious rintaro looks right now. you figured that you should tell him straight up to ease his mind of any possible negative thoughts he could be thinking. “i’m really hungry.” rintaro sighs, (you can’t tell if it’s of relief or disappointment so you choose the latter), and props his head up so his elbows are supporting him. “i am too.” “rin, you ate your takeout and mine.” you mirror rintaro’s actions, propping your elbow to get a better look at his face and he blinks at you twice. you can’t tell if he’s lying or not. “do you want food or not?” with that, you roll off the bed before stating, “i’ll get the car keys!”

it’s not until you tap SAKUSA’s shoulder for the fifth time that he blinks and slowly comes to his senses. poor guy, he can hear your mumbles but he isn’t fully able to process what’s going on because of how drowsy he is. at this point, you’re staring at him with teary eyes and all kiyoomi can do is deadpan, rubbing the tiredness from his eyes. “i told you not to read the ending of that book this late y’know. if you read it earlier, you could’ve had more time to recover. ” he grunts. you sniff once and nod your head and all kiyoomi can do is roll his eyes as he brings you into a tight embrace. he can act irritated all he wants, but he finds it so entertaining that the book he recommended you to read really took this much of a toll on you. he read it while away for a tournament, and thought you’d really enjoy it. boy was he wrong. “they didn’t end up being together, omi.” you wail, arms wrapping around his torso even tighter. “i know, baby. i know.” he sighs, planting a kiss on your forehead when you sniffle again. “omi, we can never break up. if i couldn’t handle the book’s break up, i won’t handle ours.” and he only chuckles, because honestly, why is this book putting thoughts like these in your head? it’s fiction, kiyoomi thinks, but then again, it’s you we’re talking about. “you really think we’re breaking up? can’t get rid of me, i’m in it for the long run, babe.”

AKAASHI knows you’re not asleep. if there’s one thing you know most about keiji, it’s how light of a sleeper he is. that’s why, even though you’re struggling to fall asleep, you try not to twist and turn around the sheets, though that fails. it’s only when you hear him clear his throat (even though he did it on purpose just to let you know that he was awake), you decide to gently tap his shoulder. he responds immediately, shifting to his side so he can face you. “yes, baby? what’s up?” he asks, voice raspy and all. although it’s 2 am, you can perfectly make out akaashi’s beautiful face with the help of the moon light, via the sheer curtains in the room. you find yourself getting lost in his cerulean eyes and it’s not until he gently grabs your hands and intertwines it with his that you finally get the courage, (or at least attempt to), speak to him about your restlessness. but he understands – he always does. “i’m not feeling that tired either,” he winks, “let me make us some tea and talk.” you want to tell him that you know he’s completely exhausted, but he’s already pushing the both of you out of bed and to the kitchen. you figured that he may not mind staying up for a bit more.

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[sleepy-moons]

— SPOILS OF LIFE | kuroo x fem!reader

-> synopsis: this is the one constant in his life

-> cw: NSFW, MDNI 18+, smut, trophy wife!reader, rich!kuroo, slightly possessive, canon divergent, cunnilingus, fingering, dirty talk, kitchen sex, vaginal penetration, rough sex, praise, mentions of masturbation (m and f), squirting, multiple orgasms, creampie, aftercare, bathing together

-> wc: 3.3k

-> a/n: I have no explanation for this just read it 🫠

Kuroo is impatient this evening as he drives home. Just a little heavy footed on the gas, gaze repeatedly flitting over to the clock on the dashboard, finger drumming on the steering wheel at every red light. He should be thankful that he managed to escape the office a little earlier than usual - the perks of holding a high position at the JVA after so many years. Nevertheless, his movements are hurried as he finally hops out of his car and rushes to the front door, quickly unlocking it and kicking his shoes off. A grin crawls over his face as he calls out into your home, the way he always does.

“Honey! I’m home!” Padding down the hall, he heads towards the kitchen, one of the largest rooms in the house. He’d spared no expense in giving you the home you’d always dreamed of, spacious and airy, the marbled floors always flooded with sunlight. But to Kuroo, it’s not the decor or the large windows that make it bright and beautiful, it’s you. It’s like you carry the sun with you wherever you go, a ball of light that sits under your ribs and warms him endlessly. For a moment, he leans against the doorframe, admiring you bending down to retrieve something from the oven, humming a tuneless song as you do. Licking his lips, he ogles the curve of your ass shamelessly, drinking in how the fabric of your dress clings to its contours. The air smells sweet and warm, notes of vanilla and coconut hanging swimming around him as you straighten up and place a cake pan on a wire rack too cool. Kuroo clears his throat to grab your attention and you whirl around in surprise.

“Tetsu! I wasn’t expecting you home so soon.”

“I left early,” he says approaching you. Immediately, his large hands find your hips and pull you flush against him so that you’re chest to chest. “Hi.”

“Hi,” you grin, resting your hands on his shoulders. The sizeable diamond on your left hand glints brightly under the lights of the extractor fan.

”I missed you.”

“Aw, really?” you coo, pinching his cheek between your thumb and forefinger. He hums, turning his head to nip playfully at your fingers. 

“Couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he sighs, resting his forehead against yours. “Especially with the way you saw me off this morning.”

“I just wanted to make sure you had something nice to think about whilst you worked,” you say innocently, giving him a honey-sweet smile.

“Oh, I was thinking about it alright,” he grumbles, tightening his grip on you. “I hate being stuck at work whilst my sexy little wife is at home all alone,” he laments before dipping down to kiss you, delighted to find that you taste like sugar. Your cheeks heat up as he ruts his hips against you, letting you feel the hardness straining at his trousers.

“Oh!”

“Wish I could just bring you to the office with me and show off how perfect you are,” he mumbles between kisses. “You could sit on my lap while I work. Or I could just not work at all and give you all my attention.”

Giggling, you hold his face in your hands and push him back slightly, nudging at his nose affectionately. “How would we eat if you stopped working?”

“I can think of one thing I could eat,” he teases, hands roaming to your backside and squeezing it appreciatively, ignoring your embarrassed whine. “I’m pretty hungry right now, y’know. Get up on the counter and show me what I’ve been missing, yeah?”

You do as he says, hoisting yourself onto the frigid granite with your legs dangling over the edge, slightly parted. He moves to stand between them, resting his warm hands on your bare thighs where the skirt of your dress has shifted up to reveal your soft skin. Like this, you’re almost at eye level, but his devious grin and the way he leans towards you, conjures the illusion that he’s towering over you.

“Aren’t you just the prettiest thing,” he coos, brushing his knuckles over the apple of your cheek. He chuckles when you lean into his touch, humming contently in your throat. “Just for me, right?”

“Of course, Tetsu.” 

“C’mere,” he says softly, cupping your jaw to angle your face towards his to kiss you, warm and slow. Kuroo dips his tongue into your mouth, tasting you more purposefully, drinking from your lips as though it sustains him. Your hand curls around his wrist to steady yourself, the metal of his rolex cool against your palm. His other hand slips between your thighs, pushing them apart further, smoothing along the sensitive inner skin. You shiver in his grasp just as he pulls away, your lips shiny with spit, gaze glossy and lovestruck.

“Lift your dress for me, sweetheart,” he says, smirking at the dazed expression on your face. Slowly, you reach down and grasp the hem, dragging the fabric up over your hips to let it gather around your waist. You bat your eyelashes at him, biting back the cheeky grin that tugs at your lips because he’s staring at what lies underneath.

“Oh whoops, I must have forgotten to put on some underwear after my shower,” you say airily. “How embarrassing.”

Threading your fingers through his mess of midnight hair, you scratch gently at his scalp with your perfectly manicured nails. His head rolls back as he chases your touch. “I got so lonely without you Tetsu,” you confess, spreading yourself wider for him. “I couldn’t help myself. This morning just wasn’t enough, baby.”

Kuroo groans, his cock throbbing heavily against his zip as you lean back a little. “I should’ve taken the day off and taken care of you instead,” he says, sinking to his knees. He drapes your legs over his shoulders and carefully draws you towards his hungry mouth, trailing wet kisses from the inside of your knee up to the crease of your thigh. His nose nudges at your pussy and he hums, low in his throat. “Fuck, you smell good.”

Inching closer, he pokes his tongue out, flicking it softly over your slick skin, making a deep noise of satisfaction in his chest when your heady flavour seeps onto his palette. “You taste even better.” He follows it with another lick, a broader swipe of his tongue that smears his saliva over your clit, muddling it with your arousal. The only sounds that come from him are pleased little hums and the obscene slurp of his mouth fastened to your cunt.

Fingers tightening in his hair, your hips cant up into his skilled mouth. One eye peeks open and flicks up to meet your gaze, crinkling at the corner at the sound of your shameless moaning. You feel him chuckle into your dripping sex and the vibration makes you squirm. Pulling away, he replaces his glistening mouth with his long fingers so that he can grin up at you. “‘S this what you wanted?” he asks, voice husky and teasing as his fingers curl slowly inside. “What you couldn’t wait for?”

“Yes,” you gasp, head tipping back into the cabinets as his thumb presses against your clit. “God, yes.”

“My pretty wife was just aching to get her pussy eaten all day, hm? Is that why she’s so wet for me?”

“Tetsu,” you whine, tugging lightly on his hair to get him to lap at you again but he ignores your efforts and cocks his head to the side.

“What were you thinking about when you were all alone? Tell me all about it, sweetheart. I wanna know what made you so horny that you got this pussy all ready for me before I got home.” His thumb moves back and forth in slow, gentle arcs as he speaks.

“Was thinking about you,” you say, the words breathy. Your body heats up under his unwavering gaze and you swallow hard. “About how I’m so lucky to have you. How much I love you.”

“Aw, that’s sweet,” he coos, gaze dark and warm, the way it always is when he looks at you adoringly from between your thighs. “But something tells me that’s not all you were thinking about. Am I right?”

“Tetsu, please.”

“C’mon,” he coaxes, still fingering you slowly. It’s not enough to get you off but it’s more than enough to keep the fire under your skin burning gently.

“I… I touched myself a little after I showered,” you admit quietly, lowering your gaze to his fingers so that you don’t have to meet those smouldering eyes. “Thought about how you always fuck me so well. How good your cock feels inside me.”

Kuroo feels it kick in his pants at your words, the tip leaking precum and threatening to seep through his light grey trousers. His hips roll into thin air of their own accord as he pictures you sprawled on your large bed after showering, legs spread, hair dripping onto the silk sheets. He imagines how your hands would trail down your body, disappearing between your plush thighs to try and ease the hot, pulsing ache of your cunt. It riles him up further to know that you were just as pent up and desperate as he’s been all day.

“Fuck, I missed out on a lot, didn’t I?” he groans, reaching down to undo his belt and free himself. “Spent my whole day thinking about you too. Couldn’t focus.”

Unable to hold himself back any longer, he buries his face back between your legs, eating you with renewed vigour. Need guides his tongue inside you, drowning his taste buds in your essence all over again. The countertop is warm and sticky under you as you grind helplessly against his face, filling the kitchen with the most erotic sounds to ever grace his ears. Replacing his tongue with his fingers, his slick lips wrap around your clit, sucking long and hard until you're creaming down his knuckles, chanting his name as though it’s the only word you’ve ever known.

“Cum for me,” he gasps, detaching himself from you briefly. “Cum on my face, baby.”

A drawn out, airy moan flies from your lips as your legs lock around his ears. He’s still rolling his soft tongue over the sensitive bud through your climax, only withdrawing when you start to squirm away from him with a whine. Rising to his feet, Kuroo licks at his fingers and messy chin, taking hold of your hips once more. The look in his eyes is simply ravenous, darkening further when your eyes slide down his lean torso to his undone trousers. His cock stands starkly against the pristine white of his shirt, the tip drooling milky precum from the flushed tip.

Your hips shift at the sight, cunt twitching despite having just endured the sinful affections of his mouth. He takes himself in one hand, reeling you in with the other until you’re seated on the edge of the counter, perfectly lined up with his pretty length. The tip kisses your swollen clit as if to soothe it, sliding slowly through your lips to gather the cum still shining on your folds. 

“Thought about fucking you all day,” he says, hissing at the warmth of your pussy pressing against his shaft. “In every place I could think of, in every way I could imagine. That quickie this morning just made me want more.”

Resting your hand over his cock, you grind up into him, sighing as he pulses hotly against your sensitive flesh. “But I just finished cleaning,” you pout as he prods the head at your entrance.

“You’ve already made such a mess,” he points out, swiping a finger through the cum streaking your inner thighs. “What’s a little more?”

With that, he coaxes your twitching hole to stretch around the crown of his cock as he pops it inside, his balls aching when you swallow him so readily. It’s like you’re drawing him in as he slides home, sucking him in further with the clench of your walls. “Fuck, that’s it,” he grunts, gripping your hips tightly. “So perfect.”

“So full, Tetsu.” The soft whine in the back of your throat makes him pause, smirking at you knowingly.

“Yeah? Better than you imagined?”

“Yes,” you hiss, clinging to his broad shoulders, the cotton of his shirt wrinkling under your fingers. “‘S so much better.”

“Nothing compares, does it?” he says to himself, thinking of how he’d fucked his fist in his office after his meeting earlier, a poor attempt at emulating your tight cunt. Unable to empty his mind of the filthy thoughts that filled it, he’d given in but it hadn’t been nearly enough to sate the raw need coursing through his blood. “Nothing could ever feel as good as you do, baby.”

A wave of pure love washes over him as he observes the heavy rise and fall of your chest, the stars in your eyes as you look up at him so sweetly, it makes his heart and balls clench in the same breath. He adores when you’re like this, pliant under his grasp, dishevelled and wanting, the most beautiful mess he’s ever seen - that only he gets to see.

Dipping his head down, he nudges at your lips, kissing you deeply as he drags his cock out before rolling his hips fluidly into you. Kuroo swallows your moan, sucking your tongue into his mouth as his hips snap into yours steadily. “I love you,” he mumbles against your mouth before parting from you. Your legs wrap around his waist as he repeatedly pulls you onto his cock , whining when he presses deeper each time you slip bit by bit off the edge of the counter.

Eventually, he pulls you off it completely, bouncing you on his length as your spine presses into the hard edge. You brace yourself with one hand on the counter, another fisted into his shirt as he fucks you harder, dragging desperate sounds of pleasure from your throat. “You’re so good to me,” he pants nonsensically. “So, so good. Lettin’ me fuck you in the kitchen like this. You’d let me fuck you anywhere wouldn’t you? Bet you’d let me fuck you in my office too, right in front of the window so that everyone can see you’re all mine.”

“‘M yours, all yours,” you mewl, trying to meet his heavy thrusts. 

“Bet you’d like that,” he continues, his thrusts growing sloppier as you constrict around him, gasping for breath. “You love it when I show you off, don’tcha?”

“Tetsu, I’m gonna-”

“I know baby, I know.” Kuroo pulls out of you momentarily, his hot breaths puffing against your neck as he sets your bare feet on the tiled floor, spinning you around in his arms, and pushing you back against the counter. Your legs part and your back arches as you lay your torso onto the granite, squealing when he slips his cock back into you. Now it feels as though he’s reaching even deeper, as though he's splitting you clean down the middle. Grinding his hips into you, he crowds the length of his body against your back, almost knocking the air from your lungs.

“You wanna cum again?” he croons in your ear, dragging his warm lips over the nape of your neck. His fingers journey down between your legs, finding your soaked centre and puffy clit. Gently, he rolls his finger over it, grinning when you cry out his name. “I’ve got you, honey.”

Each thrust that follows is near bruising. One hand cages your forearm against your back, pushing it to curve beautifully for him when you raise your head to look back at him. Kuroo fucks you roughly, losing himself to the tightness of your cunt, his head spinning from the warmth that hugs his dick. Judging from the tremble in your thighs and how you seem to be losing the ability to speak even incoherently, he strokes quickly at your clit, sensing that you’re about to climax again. Your legs threaten to shut as his cock nudges at the sensitive bundle of nerves inside you in tandem with his fingers.

“Tetsu, wait, ‘m gonna-”

Your slurring is interrupted by a particularly hard thrust that forces you forwards and tears your orgasm from you with a screech of ecstasy. There’s a distinct splash of liquid on tile and skin, and the mere sight alone of you squirting all over his thighs makes him cum hard with a satisfied moan. Thick warmth fills your insides, sticking to your quivering walls as his cock twitches and spurts deep within you. 

Sighing in deep satisfaction, he glances down at the floor and grimaces slightly at the droplets of your combined fluids marring the once pristine marble. “Baby.” He calls to you gently, helping you straighten up after he carefully pulls his softening cock out of your pussy. Your legs are trembling so he wraps his arms around your waist and holds you steady. Blinking up at him disorientedly, you offer him a happy little smile as he brushes your sweat-damp hair back. “How are you feeling?”

“Good,” you hum, letting your head loll onto his chest. You inhale deeply, indulging in a scent so masculine and Kuroo that it makes your head swim pleasantly. ”So good.”

“Yeah?” Rubbing gently at your back, he cradles you close, pressing soft kisses all over your forehead and cheeks before meeting your lips softly. “Am I okay to let go?”

“I think so.” 

Once his arms leave your waist, you hurriedly waddle towards the bathroom, leaving him to tuck himself back into his trousers and clean up the mess you’d made. Fulfilling his fantasies was always a brilliant idea until it was over and he was faced with dealing with the repercussions. 

Once he’s done, he finds you undressing in the en suite bathroom and clipping your hair up out of your face. Wordlessly, he begins to fill the large tub with hot water and your favourite scented soaps as he joins you in peeling off his work clothes. Now fully naked, he engulfs you in his arms from behind, tickling kisses over the curve of your neck and making you giggle.

“You want me to wash your hair?” you ask, thumbing his cheek. He hums affirmatively, pressing one last kiss to your cheek before shepherding you towards the full bathtub. Offering you a hand, he helps you step into the foamy water before following after you, settling against the side as you lean back into his chest. 

“I really needed that,” he murmurs into your ear as you both take a moment to soak in the hot water, letting it soothe your tired muscles. “Work has been really stressful lately.”

“I know,” you say, twisting to look at him. Taking his face in your wet hands, your thumbs trace over the bags under his eyes. “You’ve been working so hard, Tetsu. I think you need a break.”

“We need a break,” he says, kissing your palm. “You’ll be coming with me y’know. Where I go, you go.”

“You couldn’t leave me behind if you tried,” you tease, kissing his cheek.

“I wouldn’t want to.”

“Aw really?”

“Of course. Who else is gonna suck me off on a beach?” Kuroo grins insolently, reaching forwards to nudge at your nose.

“Tetsu!” you scold, smacking his shoulder lightly as he cackles and hugs you tighter. “You’re disgusting.”

“You say that, but you’d do it anyway.” He looks at you pointedly with raised brows. You flounder for a second, speechless, before you smack him again.

“That’s not the point!” you splutter.

“Okay, you’re right. The point is,” he says, kissing you sweetly and nuzzling your cheek like a cat. “I need the woman I love by my side, always.”

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