Wait those were from the movie.
Also if hero gear can be that magical there's nothing beyond laziness in helping out ojiro Horikoshi!
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Kink Discovery | haikyuu ♡
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individual reaction/headcanon scenarios on kink discovery with haikyuu characters!
reaction/headcanon requests for jjk, one piece, haikyuu, fmab & death note (male & female characters) are OPEN!
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genre: smut (minors dni)
characters included: aran, atsumu, daichi, mattsun, tsukki, ukai, bokuto, tendo
cw: drunk sex (atsumu), public sex, facefucking, deepthroating, dom!tendou, biting, spitting, marking, jealousy, ukai is kind of a meanie, fem!reader
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Aran Ojiro - lingerie
When you wake up on your birthday, Aran has already left for work. There's a small gift bag sitting on the dresser, stuffed with tissue paper. Beneath all the tissue paper sits a cute lacy lingerie set and a note.
Happy birthday, baby. I'm only working a half shift today. Be ready when I get back.
- your loving husband
You spend the rest of the morning getting ready, excited for what the second half of your birthday will bring you. The lingerie set fits perfectly; Aran has been adamant about knowing your size in everything when you first started dating. You feel sexy in it, and knowing that your husband wants to see you in it, you take some mirror selfies. You put effort into finding the sexiest poses and position yourself so your husband can see multiple angles. You sort through your favourites and send them to him with a message asking when he'll be home. He responds immediately, telling you to sit pretty and wait for him to be home soon.
It doesn't take long for Aran to get home. As soon as you hear the door click shut behind him, you exit the bedroom and meet him face-to-face. He takes a second to look you up and down.
“The pictures don't do you justice,” he says, pulling you into a kiss and patting your thigh. You jump at his signal, wrapping your legs around him, and your big, strong husband carries you back to your bedroom. Initially, Aran bought the lingerie because he knows it makes you feel sexy. He always thinks you look beautiful in it, but he never went as crazy over it as he feels now. He drops you down to the mattress and removes his shirt.
“Happy birthday, sweet girl,” he says, leaning down to kiss you again. He kisses around the edge of the lace on your chest and down to the waistband of your panties. He showers you in compliments, letting you know how much of a goddess you are to him and how he worships the ground you walk on. He pulls your panties to the side instead of sliding them down your leg. “I'm not ready to take these off yet”, he says before diving in and flicking his tongue against your clit.
Atsumu Miya - public
Atsumu backs you against the door of the club bathroom, refusing to part from your lips as he reaches for the lock. He told you before you even left the house, there's no way he'd ever be able to behave himself around you in that dress. One of his hands wraps around your waist, pulling you closer to his body, and the other slips underneath the skirt of your dress.
“You look so good”, he growls. He moves his kisses down to your neck. You're so worked up by the combination of alcohol and lust in your system. His hand dips into your underwear and he groans against your skin when he feels how wet you are. He kisses your lips again and walks you over to the sink. He turns you around to face the mirror, and you stumble forward slightly, angled over the sink. Atsumu pushes you further over the sink. “Love seeing you like this.”
He's quick and desperate when he pulls your underwear down your legs. He waits for you to kick them away so he can pick them up and tuck them into his jeans pocket. He unbuttons his jeans and pulls his cock free, lining it up with your pussy. When he pushes into you, Atsumu moans louder than expected; the walls of your pussy always seem to unravel him.
“Quiet tsumu, someone might hear us” Your plea, however, only makes Atsumu louder as he pictures one of his friends walking in on the two of you.
“And what if they did, huh? What if someone walked in to see me fucking this pretty pussy? I'd keep going, let ‘em watch. Would you like that?” You hear him growl under his breath when you nod in response.
You look up at his face in the mirror's reflection and see a grin plastered on his. He lifts one of your legs, using the counter to support it, and pulls the rest of your body upright. You turn your head to look at him properly, and he immediately kisses your lips, pushing his tongue into your mouth. His hips pick up speed, and he gets rougher with you, desperate to make you cum. When you start whining that you're close, Atsumu moves his hand that was holding your leg to play with your clit, getting you closer and closer to cumming.
“scream for me, baby, let everyone out there know I'm fucking you good.”
Daichi Sawamura - facefucking
Daichi returns home from work, and within seconds, you're standing in the entryway, waiting to throw yourself into his arms. It's late in the evening, but you don't mind; all you want is to see your husband. After he takes his jacket off and hangs it up, he looks you in the eye and steps towards you. He reaches out, and you waste no time pulling him into a kiss. His arms wrap around you, squeezing you as tight to him as you can get.
“I missed you today. Sorry I'm home so late”, he sighs after pulling away, touching his forehead against yours. You cup his face and push him back slightly to see his face properly. Daichi stares at you with tired eyes, struggling to focus on you.
“I missed you too. How about we get you to bed so we can spend the day together tomorrow?” you say, running a hand through his hair. He shakes his head in protest, leaning back in to kiss you. You smile into the kiss. You drag him into the living room and tell him to sit on the sofa. He groans as you drop to your knees in front of him. He reaches down to unbutton his trousers, and you swat his hands away.
“let me take care of you,” you say, doing it for him.
“You're so good to me, baby”, he groans as you lick up his cock. You take his cock into your mouth, and he loudly moans. He's too tired to keep his composure, so his hips buck up into your mouth. You try to push your mouth as far down as it will go. “don't take all of me if you can't do it, baby; this already feels insane”, he says. You ignore his words and relax your throat. His tip hits the back of your throat, and you gag slightly. The strangled noise Daichi makes is unlike anything you've heard from him before. He pulls you off his cock, panting loudly.
“Is everything OK?” you ask, voice tired and raspy. Your husband smiles at you, nodding his head.
“Perfect baby, I just - let me fuck your face,” he says. “Please”, he adds. You nod, opening your mouth for him. His hand grabs the back of your hair, holding you in place and thrusting his hips up into your mouth. The tight feeling of your throat has him cumming the quickest he ever has. You swallow everything he gives you, and he watches you in awe. He tucks himself back into his trousers and pulls up onto his lap.
“Was that good?” you ask, and he laughs at the ridiculousness of your question.
“I'm barely even functioning right now. You were perfect. Give me a few minutes to recuperate, and we can go to bed.”
Issei Matsukawa - marking
Mattsun wishes he could control his jealousy problem. He knows you would never cheat, but seeing you laughing away with his friends leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. He knows it shouldn't bother him, but when you give Makki a goodbye hug and wish him happy birthday, it makes his skin crawl.
When he finally gets you home, he immediately pulls you to the bedroom, growling under your breath about how he's so much better than stupid Makki. You roll your eyes at his muttering, but you're not going to complain when he's channelling his jealousy into fucking you.
It doesn't take long before you're on your back, legs wrapped around Mattsuns waist as his cock stretches you. You claw at his back as he buries his face in your neck, fucking you slow and deep.
“You're mine. I'm gonna mark you up, maybe then my friends will remember you're taken” Your neck muffles his voice, but the raspy tone of his voice still makes you whimper. He attaches his lips to your neck, teeth grazing the skin and sucks a pretty mark into your neck. When he's finished, he leans back to look at the mark. He's overcome with the urge to add more, so he does. He continues slowly rocking his hips and sectioning his mouth over any patch of skin he can get to.
When he's finally done, your neck and shoulders are covered in very obvious red and purple marks. Feeling satisfied and accomplished, he picks up his pace. His large hands grip the back of your thighs and push your legs up to your chest. He fucks your harder, eyes flickering from your marked up chest to your blissed out face.
“You're so fucking pretty”
Kei Tsukishima - Spitting
The two of you are at a house party. Tsukki stands in the kitchen chatting to Kyotani, and you cling to his side. He looks good, and you can't help teasing him. He tries not to give in because he's in public, but when you wait for Kyotani to get another drink and lean up to whine in his ear, his patience wanes. He grabs your hand and drags you into the nearest bedroom.
“You're so needy,” Says Tsukki, pushing his hands into your panties. “You seriously couldn't wait until we went home?.” His words may sound harsh, but there's a smile on his face as he kisses you. The feeling of his tongue in your mouth has your mind going hazy. You don't even register your words until they leave your mouth.
“spit on me”, you whine, opening your mouth for him. He pauses to think it over, it's the first time you've ever requested him to spit on you. He obliges, spit landing on your tongue, then reconnects your lips. He pushes his fingers inside you as his kisses get messier. He has you pressed against his friend's bedroom wall, fingering you and you cling to him.
“if you're good and cum for me now, I'll take you home and fuck you properly.” he growls moving his kisses to your neck. “I'll be as nasty as you want me to be. I'll spit on that pretty pussy before I eat it. I'll make a real mess of you” He's usually mouthy during sex but he's never dirty talked like this before. You're both desperate and he grinds against your leg as he works you to your orgasm.
You cum almost immediately, legs shaking as he holds you upright. He kisses you, sucking on your tongue as he lets you ride out your orgasm. He sucks his fingers into his mouth and walks out of the party, not even bothering to say goodbye to the host. He has something much more appealing in his mind.
Keishin Ukai - begging
Keishin leans back against the sofa, staring at you with a smug grin on his face as you ride his cock. In the heat of an argument, you had told him you didn't need him to get off, that you could do all the work yourself. After talking through your petty argument, he found the comment lingering in his head so he decided to prove you wrong. He kissed all over your pretty skin, spoke soft words and got you all worked up, only to sit back and tell you that if you want to cum then you have to do it yourself or take back what you said. You, ever the stubborn type, accepted his terms and took the reins for once. His cock feels so good, reaching all the deepest spots inside you.
“feels so good” Your voice comes out as an airy whine, and your boyfriend tries his best to keep his composure as you clench around him. Your hand presses into his bare shoulders to use as leverage to keep your hips moving. After a few minutes, the muscles in your thighs start to burn, and you slow down, choosing to grind down on him instead of bounce. Keishin notices what you're doing and laughs, trying his best not to show you how affected he is.
“I thought you could do it all yourself. What's wrong, baby?” he asks condescendingly. Your thighs shake slightly as you will yourself to keep moving. “If you want me to take over, all you have to do is tell me how much you need me”, He says in a smug sing-song voice. You groan, you don't want to admit defeat, but if your boyfriend doesn't put you on your back and fuck your brains out, then you might combust.
“Please, Keishin”, you beg, “I need you so bad. Want you to pin me down and fuck me” He's never heard you beg before, but the way your voice trembles when like you're so desperate for him you're going to cry flips a switch inside him, and he happily turns you so you're laying with your back against the sofa cushions.
“Don't you worry, baby I got you.”
Kotaro Bokuto - size kink
Your boyfriend's size was always a major turn-on for you, but he never gave your size difference much thought until now. Bokuto has you in his arms, fucking you against the wall.
“You take me so well, pussy was made for me”, He moans in your ear. You hold on to him the best you can as he stretches you out. The way your pussy is clenching around him has him seeing stars.
“You're so big, Kou”, you whine, and he almost cums on the spot. He's used to compliments about the size of his muscles, but the way you cry out about the size of his cock and struggle to take him full ignites a different kind of fire within him.
“You can take me; you always do”, he growls. He's always sensitive, your tight pussy brings him to the edge fast, but he tries to hold off as he makes you cum with him. His grip tightens around you as he puts you on the bed. He leans over you fucking you harder. He dwarfs you in size, which is made clearer by the way you're hidden in his shadow. If someone were to walk in, they might not even see you. His size makes him feel like he can protect you no matter what and fuels his pride. His words are slurred and garbled together as his hips rut wildly into you. You're both close, and it doesn't take long for you to cum. Bokuto follows soon after, unable to withstand the way your pussy pulses around his huge cock, and he fills you up with cum.
“Fuck”, you groan, dragging out the vowel. “Sometimes it scares me how much you stretch me out. You're too big,” you whine, clenching around him again. He hasn't moved from inside you, opting instead to squish you slightly. You don't miss the way his cock twitches when he compliments your size. “round two?” you ask, pulling his head up so he can look you in the eyes.
“I thought you said I was too big?” he asks playfully. He lifts himself back up to his forearms and pulls you into a sweet kiss, rocking his hips into you again.
Satori Tendou - biting
Tendou has always been a bit wild in the bedroom, and he's never afraid to bring things up with you, so when he asks mid-stroke if he can sink his sharp teeth into your skin, you don't hesitate to say yes.
He has you positioned face down, ass up. Your face is squished against the sheets as Tendou holds you down by your hair. He fucks you slow and hard to begin with, building you up to an orgasm, then holding still and tearing it away from you. You can feel his breath on your shoulder blade; he occasionally presses sloppy kisses there or lets his teeth scrape against your skin, but he has yet actually to bite down. You know it's coming, and the anticipation is making you restless that, combined with the frustration of a denied orgasm, almost has you in tears.
“‘Tori” you whine, and he softly shushes you.
“It's ok, angel. I'll make you come soon I promise” he coos, pressing another kiss to your back. His hips speed up and you feel the coil tighten in your stomach. He pays close attention to your reactions and just when you get lost in the feeling of your impending orgasm he leans down and bites the skin of your shoulder blade. The sudden sting makes heat fill your body as you cum. Your legs shake and your boyfriend's skilled hands rub soothe your tired muscles. The feeling of sinking his teeth into you is ingrained in his brain and he admires the mark on your back as you catch your breath.
“That was incredible” you breathe out, cutting yourself off with a moan when Tendou runs his tongue over the teeth marks in your skin.
“You're incredible” He smiles before kissing your shoulder again.
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love language ⸻ You remind me I’m imperfect and it sucks to admit it. ⸻ a. ojiro
synopsis ⸺ after six months, you lay eyes on your ex-boyfriend at a mutual friend’s party.
warnings ⸺ smut. 18+, black-coded reader. female reader. afab anatomy. praise kink, cunnilingus, blow job, some angst, happy ending, time skip aran. use of ocs, but barely even mentioned. he’s very sweet to you no matter what. this is also my haikyuu debut so... I haven't read the haikyuu time skip so this is all referencing his wiki page and how other people write about him.
writer notes ⸺ disclaimer, i'm just starting the haikyuu manga, so please bear with me. I really tried to embody what people say he embodies, so hopefully, I did this fine man justice. (also disclaimer, i hate the reason they broke up but it was the best one i could find and create.)
wc ⸺ 6.2k
The city was alive mostly at night, it was a beautiful thing. Although, that was where you were not at tonight.
As you walked, your heels clicked through against the cobblestone walkway. Passing by the bright glass stone lights, lighting your way to the one destination. Smiling, although it was a melancholy one. It had been a while since you had gone out like this, wrapping yourself up in work and distracting yourself from any and everything. Most of your friends would call your recent way of life destructive, so you hoped to get them off your back this way. Your dress was black, matching everything else you wore. After all, the event you were going to was an all-black attire. The dress is backless, along with carefully sewn holes on both sides of the dress. In your hands held both your bag and a gift bag as well, containing a very expensive purse and perfume.
Soon you arrived at the event, a birthday party, a very private one as well. It was held at a country club you used to frequent as well, back during a different part of your life. Two guards stood out front, one holding a tablet.
“Name?” The one on the left asked you, the moment you stepped up to them.
You gave them your name, and them checking, glancing at your photo that popped up before looking at you. It was very tight security after all. You hold both bags in one hand, before lowering your glasses and revealing your eyes so they can get a good look at you. The two men nodded, stepping out of the way and opening the door to the private club. They both tell you to enjoy your night, which you thanked them for before walking inside. At the reception of the country club, the lady at the desk smiled, before asking you where you were headed. There must have been multiple events being held during this time, you thought to yourself, no matter though.
You told her the name of your close friend, whose birthday it was today. She smiled, before pointing down the hall, telling you which hall is hosting the party. Smiling, thanking her before walking down yourself. You creaked the door open slightly, the sounds of people mingling together getting louder and louder as you did. The tables were mostly gone, making room for the tall tables designed for people to rest their drinks on. The meshing of gold and green, a garden-themed cocktail party. Vines decorated the walls, paired together with shimmering fake flowers. You smiled to yourself, once again, you thought, she goes all out. Towards the back, hanging a beautifully decorated table which deemed itself to be the gift table was a banner adorning her name. Wading through the crowd, smiling and waving at those you knew and excusing yourself past those you did not know.
Jumping at the sudden attack behind your back, you heard familiar giggling as pink silk-gloved hands wrap themselves around you. The familiar giggling had you smiling even wider, placing your hands on top of her own, and turning your head to make eye contact with her.
“I thought you weren’t going to make it!!” She whined in your ear, the smell of saccharine alcohol on her tongue.
Smiling, you turned towards her fully, wrapping your arms around her in a hug, “of course I wasn’t, I couldn't miss your birthday for the world.”
She fully accepted your hug, letting you go but still keeping her arms around you. Immediately her eyes zeroed in on the gift you had in your hands. She squealed, immediately diving in to swipe it away from you, but you moved back with a quick step, laughing as she pouted once again. Your friend became very spoiled once alcohol tasted her tongue.
“I’ll place this on the gift table and you can open them tomorrow when you're much more yourself, okay?”
She pouted again, but nodded her head, telling you to stop by the cocktail table before finding the rest of your friends. You agreed, turning around to continue on your journey to the gift table. Getting the table, you placed your gift along with the rest of the massive and most expensive gifts as well. Once you did, you turned around, eyeing both the assortment of cocktails available already pre-made, along with an open bar making custom selections for those who didn’t like what was available. Walking over to the table, you looked over everything that was in front of you, and it all looked so good. Martinis, margaritas, and all the different assortment of colored drinks. Glancing over everything one more time, you decided on a gradient-like drink, clear on top with yellow settling at the bottom, decorated with ice at the top and a piece of rose vine and a small bud that had yet to grow into a full-fleshed rose. This specific drink came with its own straw. After carefully sipping it, approving of its taste, you cast your eyes to the crowds, looking for wherever your friends were congregating.
Catching sight of your friend’s frilly pink dress, you started to make your way to them, and then froze…
Standing there, over 6 feet tall, wearing a navy blue silk fitted shirt with matching slacks. You couldn't keep your eyes off of him, eyes seeing his familiar layered chains. When he’s not on the court, he’s always wearing them, especially the ones you got him. Your eyes landed on the biggest one of them all, recognizing it as the one you got him on his birthday, in the very shape of the ball he loves the most. When you left to spend it with him with what little time you had. His birthday was always during the volleyball season here, so you never got to do a more special celebration until the off-season. His ears were adorned with gold studs, face, and hair, and freshly cut, you took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Aran Ojiro looked good, way too good for you to face him again.
It was only six months ago that you even broke up with him.
The season had just begun when you did so as well, which usually lasted about six months as well, but you weren’t expecting to see him so soon after.
Before you could turn around, fall into the crowd and avoid the man, the birthday girl spotted you once again. She smiled, waving to you to come over, calling you by name. Almost immediately, the rest of your group followed her eyesight, including Aran.
Damn her, you bitterly thought, forcing yourself to pick up your legs to walk over to the group. You kept your eyes on the birthday girl, forcing yourself to ignore the cryptic countenance Aran took the moment he laid his eyes. You greeted the rest of the group, giving hugs to the ones who came up for them, without spilling your drink.
“It’s so good to see you, it feels like we haven’t seen you in forever!” Fumiya, who stood next to the birthday girl said.
“I’ve just been… really busy!” You forced a smile on your face, taking another sip of your drink.
“Yeah, busy throwing yourself into work and barely giving yourself a fucking break.”
The group knew of your recent break with the man not too far away, but it seemed the flowing alcohol stripped away all inhibitions. You could feel his eyes on your own the moment Fumiya said that, although you did your best to ignore it, as the group delved into further conversation. Before you knew it, your straw was sucking up remnants of water from the melting ice. You excused yourself from the group, deciding to go to the bar for a custom drink.
Smiling at the bartender, you handed over the empty glass before looking over the cocktail menu, the more complicated it was as you looked further down and down the menu. Everything was covered by your friend’s fiance, who was also a very rich man completely in love with her. You looked over what was available, before deciding on a platinum passion, a very expensive drink, something you would never order on a day-to-day basis. As you waited, you could hear footsteps walking about behind you, mostly ignoring them until someone came up right beside you.
“What would you like to order, sir?” You heard the bartender ask whoever was beside you.
“Uh, lemme get a Moscow mule.”
Your eyes widened at the familiar voice beside you, but this time you couldn't help but glance to your right, seeing the same man you had been avoiding at all cost right beside you. The two of you locked eyes for a moment, and quickly you looked away, your manicured nails tapping against the open bar.
“It’s been a while, huh?” You heard him say, knowing his words for you.
You took a deep quick breath, before deciding to speak, “yeah… yeah, it has.”
It went quiet all over again, the awkwardness settling in and suffocating the two of you. Soon the bartender that took your order came over with a tall glass filled with fizzling purple drink, topped with a beautiful orchid and a black straw to tie it all together. You took a sip of it, the taste of passion fruit and expensive champagne, with some sweet apricots mixed in, you could hardly taste the alcohol in the drink. Despite everything telling you not to, you couldn't help yourself, turning towards him. He was leaning against the bar, sipping away at his glass of vodka and ginger beer. Crossing your legs as you glanced over his form once more. You took another sip, watching him as he finished his drink with no stopping, handing his glass right back to the person at the bar. He ordered another one, and as he did, took the opportunity to get closer to you.
“How’s work been for you?” He asked, showing off his soft, sweet smile.
“It’s been really good for me, I recently closed on a house and am currently setting up some open houses as well.” You said, smiling at the recent positive prospects at your job as a realtor.
His smile got even bigger at that, which had you smiling even harder.
“How… How is the season this year? I didn’t really keep up with it as much as I wanted.” You said, looking away from him.
The two of you knew what that meant, but the two of you didn’t want to mention it, at least not right now. Nodding his head, he turned his head towards the bartender who gave him his drink.
“The season was good, really good. I’m just… glad to be home for the time being until training.”
You nodded your head once again at that, “I’m glad... That you had a good season of course.”
As you took a sip of your drink and Aran did at the same time, you couldn’t help but wonder, how different the two of you would be if you hadn’t made the decision you did. Six months ago may not feel like a lot, but if you had asked yourself just fifteen minutes ago before you even laid eyes on him once again, you would have said you were over him. However, you’re here, staring your ex-boyfriend once again in the eyes, and realizing, how much you really missed him.
Your stomach took on a sudden, heavy feeling of realization as you stood up straight, slightly startling the very same man your mind was in turbulence over. You forced a smile on your face.
“itwasreallynicetoseeyouAranbutihavetogo,” you mumbled down, placing your unfinished drink on the bar before racing past him as fast as you can without drawing much attention to yourself.
You could hear him call out your name, but you ignored it, opting to open the doors leading to the endarkened hallway of the country club, into sudden cold air. Crossing your arms, rubbing your hands over your upper to provide some kind of warmth. You wanted to grab your phone, to call yourself an Uber or Lyft, whichever would get here fast when you eyed landed on your empty elbow which was supposed to hold your bag. You blinked once, once again, before relaxing you must have left it at the open bar, where you left Aran all high and dry from the… could you even call that a conversation?
Suddenly the door flew open right behind you, showing Aran, eyes wide open and holding two things in his hands. Your very bag that you were just worrying over, and the drink that you had left behind. Immidalet he spotted, his anxious form relaxing as he approached you.
“You left this behind,” he said quietly, holding them out to you.
As quiet as he was, you thanked him, taking the things from his hands. As you were about to walk away, Aran’s voice stopped you right in your tracks.
“Did… did I make a mistake?”
His voice echoed through the hall, louder than he probably meant for it but it hits you nonetheless. Slowly you turned around, taking a deep breath and shaking your head at him.
“No, it was… it was me, you were… perfect.”
He shook his head, taking even more steps towards you. You tried to step away but he just got closer, “I’m not accepting that, there has to be a reason why you would break up with me with no reason, no reason at all.”
You shook your head once again, “I’m not lying Aran.” You could say this a million times, the look on his face revealed that he wasn’t taking your answer.
He took another step towards you, and you took another step back. Over again, you did this song and dance until your back hit the wall. You dropped your bag, while he took the drink back, placing it on the ground before standing back up. His tall form towered over you, arm resting above your head as he looked down at you. You could only give him one glance before looking away from him, your mesh-gloved hands trying to push him away from you. Heart pounding with your ears, body beginning to throb all over. Insanity on how he still had such an effect on you.
A hand came under your chin, moving your face, “look at me,” his low voice mumbled, but it was loud and clear.
You listened before anything could tell you to stop, looking up at his deep, dark brown eyes, shining with a multitude of emotions.
“Aran…” you whispered, and that was the last thing you said before feeling lips on your own.
Taking in a breath of surprise, you could help yourself, falling under his spell, returning the kiss with just as much vigor. The arm that was above you left its position, hand now resting softly on your cheek as his other hand came about your waist, his palms touching the open skin on the dress. Your own hands trailed up from his stomach, the feeling of his abs so familiar under you yet everything you've been craving for a long time. Hands now resting on the sides of his neck, you pulled him as close as you could.
Slowly, you pulled away from the kiss, the two of you breathing heavily as you did. Suddenly you could feel his rough hands swipe something away on your face… liquid… oh, you’re crying. Sniffing, you tried to wipe away the rest of them but he wasn’t having that, taking both of your hands in one of his before whipping the rest of your tears with his other. Soon after, he took your bag off the ground, along with a drink. With nothing but a motion, he told you to finish up the drink. Nodding your head, you took the drink, tears still silently streaking down your face, as you sip down the rest. He took his phone and keys out of his pockets, before taking your free hand and guiding you out of the country club. You had finished the drink as you reached the receptionist's desk, which was now empty. Aran took the empty glass filled with ice, and placed it on the desk, leaving a small note before taking your hand and taking you right outside.
It was quiet between the two of you as you walked outside into the cold. Almost immediately, you shivered, and Aran stopped in his tracks. He turned around, facing you, before shifting off his jacket. You tried to refuse the jacket, but he was having absolutely none of that, draping it across your shoulders before taking your hand and leading you right to his car. He unlocked the car, and opened the passenger side, gesturing for you to get inside, which you did.
Making yourself comfortable within the familiar car, buckling in your seatbelt, as Aran jogged around, opening his own door before sliding inside the car. With a quick press of a button, sliding on his own seatbelt before pulling out of his parking space. With so much to say, and no clear way to say it, the car ride was silent as he drove the two of you to your– his apartment, or his loft, you would put it. As he suddenly turned a sharp left, his broad hand suddenly grabbed at your thigh, keeping you both in place as he turned. It was such a simple gesture but everything about it had your heart racing just like the event hall
Arriving at the parking deck, Aran pulled in, parked, and got out of the car. You knew better than to move, Aran jogging right back over to open your door. Holding his hand, you thanked him, watching him close the door behind you before locking the car. He handed you your bag and you held it as he held a tight grip on your hand, guiding you to the exit into the building. He knew you knew where to go, yet diced on keeping a tight grip on you, the two of you entering a dimmed hallway before heading down the hall to the left. Going down the familiar twists and turns of the loft building, the two of you arrived right in front of his door. Quickly, he unlocked the door, before taking you inside his place. Aran turned on the lights as you entered inside. Eyeing everything, it was just as you left it six months ago.
Kicking off your heels, you placed them by the door as Aran went to the kitchen, telling you to take a seat on the couch. Despite everything within you, you listened, snuggling within his formal jacket, smelling of frosted apples, whiskey, and white oak. You waited for a few moments, before hearing movement and seeing him walk over to you with a glass hand, filled with water. He sat right next to you, slowly handing over the glass to you. You thanked him, taking a few sips of the water, the coolness relieving pressure building you didn’t know was building within you. Once you had enough, you placed the glass on the glass coffee table in front of you, before feeling your hands grab your own. He turned you towards, holding them close to his, placing a slight kiss on the mesh gloves. You relished in the feeling of his soft lips, the thin material allowing you to do so. Aran soon moved one of his hands around your waist, basically scooping you up and placing you right on his lap.
“Talk to me, you know how these things go,” he murmured, “we didn't have a chance to because you broke things off right before I left and wouldn’t answer my calls or texts.”
You sighed, leaning into his hold, his arms locking you right into his lap.
“You said it wasn’t something I did… was it something you did and you simply didn't want to tell me?”
“Did you stop loving me?”
You shook your head as well, denying that qualm as well.
“Well then, if it’s not any of those, and you say it wasn’t something I did… what prompted you to do so, then?”
You took a deep breath, thumb aimlessly stroking across his fingers, “it wasn't something you did. More like, I made a decision that I thought was best for both of us.”
Confusion overtook his face as you shifted your body, straddling his lap so you could face him fully. You ignored the throbbing within yourself, shifting yourself up to get as close to him as you could.
“You’ve always been a person of passion, it’s been your life since before I met you. I just… I just like I couldn’t keep up with you sometimes. You would want to do all these things when your home and I… couldn’t keep up.”
“We were on two different wavelengths to me, and I didn’t know how else to fix it.”
You could both feel and hear Aran take in a deep breath before sighing it out, all while his hands made mindless circles into the parts of your skin that were exposed.
“So it was something I did,” he mumbled in your ear.
You immediately shook your head, but he shushed, laying his head right on top of your shoulders. You moved your arms up, resting your hand straight on the back of his head, holding him to you.
“I should have been more sensitive to what you were feeling,” he said, placing a kiss on top of your shoulder.
You shook your head, “maybe I should have just told you what I was feeling, I was… scared.”
“Scared? Of what?”
You couldn't help but shrug your shoulders, “I… psyched myself into believing you wouldn't understand what I was feeling.”
“Now you know the last thing I would do is judge you, angel.”
You couldn't help but smile at the nickname, it’s been a while since you'd heard, it was your favorite one out of everything he’s ever called you. Aran continued to place kisses on top of your shoulders, moving closer and closer to your neck, His heated breath caused you to shiver within his hold, and your hands tightened around the back of his neck. You could feel your dress rising up with every movement you made, your body aching for him after so long. His movements went from your shoulder to your neck, laying careful but electrifying kisses all along it.
Gasping his name, you curled into him, his hands soon sliding from your hips to your ass. He gripped at it tightly, and before you knew it, he got up with you still in his arms. You squealed, holding on to him tightly as he made a few steps before heading up his black cherry-wood stairs, heading up to his own bedroom on the second floor. The moment he arrived at the top, he took a few uck steps to the left before launching you right onto the bed, landing on the soft material. You scooted back a bit, resting again on your arms and the pillows as Aran began to unbutton his shirt a bit. The dark shirt slowly revealed his very well-fitted form, from years of volleyball. He threw his shirt to the side, before getting on the bed, climbing right on top of you.
“I fucking missed you,” he mumbled into your skin, his hands dipping down under your rising dress.
Breathless as he pressed his fingers against your panties, taking in the wetness staining them. He left a few kisses along your cheek before capturing another kiss, pressing himself as he did. You held his face in your hands as he kissed you, deeply, as if you were going to disappear right in front of him. The dress straps were slipping with every movement he made against you, the dress falling off all the same. He pushed himself in between your legs, allowing you to wrap them around his waist as well. His thick fingers slipped past your panties, two of them easing themselves deep inside you. Gasping within the kiss, unconsciously squeezing around them. Aran said nothing as he teases you, taking his thumb to rub slow yet deep circles in your clit, moving his fingers just as slowly.
Slowly, he let go of the kiss, keeping his lips right next to your ear as his hollow deep voice whispered into it. He took in your squirms, your pleas for him to go faster, knowing this pace couldn’t do anything for you.
“Relax for me,” his voice was soft but stern.
You tried your best to listen to him, but your body still slightly trembled in anguish, wanting him to do more and more to you. Slowly he began to speed up, sating the building desire and frustration within you. Your legs had spread wider and wider, allowing him to hit deeper and deeper. At this point your dress had fallen off your dress, scrunching up and pooling around your waist. Dripping all over his fingers, your body quivered and shook, jerking as you cried out.
You hear his voice speak up again, “you gonna come for me?”
Rapidly shaking your head, no words come to your head as your mind begins filling with brown noise. You could feel his body pressing against you, keeping the same rapid pace, with no sense of stopping. Squeezing around him, your hands came up around his upper arms, squeezing them so tight, your sharp nails dug dents into his skin. He paid it no mind, entrancing by the spaced-out look on your face.
“Don’t hold back, angel.”
Eyes closing shut, your body convulsed, a loud gasp-like moan coming out through the room, arousal gushing out of all over your thighs and his fingers. You melted back into his hold and bed, mind floating and filled with noise. Slowly he pulled his fingers out, not being able to see him taking the two before lapping your juices up. Sono you felt hands right at your waist, pulling off the rest of the dress, along with your panties. Once the clothes were gone, you could feel those same hands pull right down towards him, matching up eye to eye with him. Aran placed one hand on your face, keeping the other one at your waist. He lowered his face down to you, whispering in your ear,
“You okay angel?”
You nodded your head, and slowly brought up your arms to his face, holding his face in your hands. He accepted your soft kiss, his thumb rubbing affectionately against your cheek. Using your arm, you prop yourself up, pushing back against him as he rises up a bit. His hands went back down around your waist, before flipping the two of you with ease, you laying right on top of him. You swung your legs over his body as you let go of the kiss, straddling his lap. You reached down, unclasping his pants button before slowly pulling down the zipper. Slowly you stripped his pants away, revealing plain black boxers. You pushed his pants as far down as they could, Aran kicking off the rest of his legs and the bed. Your hands went on his boxers next, slowly peeling them back. Before you could even peel them down a quarter of the way, his thick cock sprung out, slapping against his abdomen. You peeled them down the rest of the way, scooting back a bit, leaning down with soft, wet kisses against his stomach, leading down to the tip. He let out small, soft gasps with every kiss you left.
You relished every sound he made, tongue swirling and teasing him, knowingly teasing him just as he did you. Having had enough of your antics, Aran’s hands gripped at your shortened locs, no longer in the high ponytail you had for the part. You slowed him to slowly guide your head down his length, your hands wrapping around the rest of the length you couldn’t swallow. The moment his cock hit the back of your throat, he groaned, head thrown back. Bobbing your head up and down, droll dripping down onto his length. The sounds of his pleasure only fueled your actions further, your hand coming around to your lips couldn't reach.
“So good, so fucking good for me,” he let out, using his hands to help guide down his cock.
You moaned around him, causing him to jerk within your hold, heaving in and out. Just as quickly he had your entire being under his spell, you couldn't deny how much you released in the sounds Aran made for you.
How could I ever part with him in the first place? You couldn't help but think to yourself, feeling his grip against your hair tighten, as if was beginning to brace himself. This didn't stop your movements and continued to swallow him down. He wants you as much as he could get out of his mouth, before the taste of slightly sour yet basic flooding your mouth. You swallowed all his cum, not letting up even after Aran let go of your hair. Taking a deep breath, you lifted your head off of his cock, placing wet kisses all along it. His hands suddenly grabbed your hips, dragging you right up to him. You hovered right over him, smiling as you looked down at his face. As you went down for another kiss, you could feel his own hands guiding your hips further down.
Gasing, gripping his hands in sharp pain as he began to slowly sink his cock inside you. You begged for him to go slowly, hearing him whisper in your ear.
“Breath through your nose, angel, I’ll go as slow as you need me to do.”
You nodded your head hanging onto every word that fell from his lips. It had been so long, and the fact he was so big was an even bigger contributing factor. Overwhelmed, your head dropped down to his chest as his hands moved from your hips to underneath your butt. Restricted in his movements, his grip on you was tight as he slowly lifted your body up and down. Your body lay against his, trying your best to relax as he slowly fucked you, allowing your body to get used to him once again. Aran whispered in your ears, guiding you through everything. Soon your painful gasps became filled with passion, your tight grip on his shoulders loosening up. Your own hips began to grind down.
“Better?” he whispered, feeling your own hips begin to move against him.
You let out a moan in affirmation, nodding against his chest before feeling him thrust up once. His pace began to quicken, beginning to repeatedly plunge into you. His every movement overwhelmed you, curling into the pleasure. Your hands roamed his chest, nails slightly digging into them as he ravished you through and through. The sounds of wet skin slapping against wet skin, the gush of your arousal soaking the both of you, dripping onto the bed. Suddenly, he lifted you up, rising above the bed. Quickly, you wrapped your arms around his shoulder and neck, holding on tight as he stood up, slamming your back against the wall. Head threw back in pleasure as he parted your legs widener, his grip on your thighs so strong he could leave bruises.
Aran nuzzled against your neck, his hot heavy breath breathing shivers down your body. He nipped away at your neck, taking in every sound you made under him.
“Soso good,” your words were slurring together, eyes rolling to the back of your head.
“You’re taking me so well, angel, fuck I could fuck you all night,” he groaned into your ear, biting at it slightly at the end.
Your body and voice cried out at that, expletives falling from your lips. He was hitting so deep, he could almost bruise your cervix with the pace he was going. You couldn’t complain, you had never felt more within a single moment. The number of marks you left on his body would definitely be noticeable tomorrow, but you couldn't care less about that. He continued leaving kisses along your neck, sucking and biting against the skin as well. Tension was inciting, building within you, your cunt throbbing and squeezing tighter and tighter around him.
“I’m gonna, fuck I’m gonna⸺” you could barely finish your warning before the dam broke, cum gushing out of you, making a bigger mess than before.
“Oooh fuck,” your body shook and shuddered, letting out a loud moan as you came all over him, squirting all over you.
Aran didn’t stop his movements for a second, fucking you through your prolonged orgasm. Your body twitches within his hold, incoherent words slurring together from your mouth. Just as quickly as he moved you from the bed, he pulled out for a moment, carrying you right back to the bed before sliding right back into you, your legs stretched to their maximum. You screamed, hands reaching for something ground as you could feel his fat tip press right against your cervix,
“Too deep,” you squealed, overly sensitive from the orgasm you just had.
He said nothing, his slams into you starting to become more erratic, his mind getting just as spaced out as your own. His body hovered over you, slamming into you with everything breath he had in him, face furrowed in concentration. You could do nothing but take the force of his pummels, mind floating and body tingling from everything around you. His sweat dripped down from his face, his chains falling in front of you, dangling above your face.
With a sudden groan, “fuck⸺”, he slammed into you aimlessly a few more times, before going, his body laying right on top of you as he groaned into your neck.
You could feel him filling you up, gasping as you did. In the back of your mind, you were thankful you were still on birth control. His body was sticky with sweat, sticking on top of yours as the two of you just lay there. He turned his head, moving it right back to your face, before laying soft and sweet kisses all over your face and cheek, completely different from the man who had just ravaged and relished in your every being.
Slowly, he pulled out, the two of you hissing from the sensitivity as he did. You could barely move off the bed, only hearing his movements as he walked away from the bed. You could only sit with your thoughts, they began to run rough, wondering if he had suddenly regretted that before hearing his footsteps approach the bed. Suddenly, you felt something cold and wet along your inner thighs, pressing carefully into the sore places his grip got a little too tight. You smiled, this was familiar, reminiscing on the days past. Hissing at the sudden switch in sensations, but relaxing as the cold wet rag made your inner thighs better. Aran continued to wipe away the mess on your body, along with carefully pressing the rag against your pussy to allow for it to receive some relief. It helps you regain some of your strength, being able to watch him walk away into the bathroom to clean himself up. He kept the door open, allowing you to gaze and look at him as he did, watching the cold water drip down his body as well.
He felt your eyes on him, turned around, and saw you keeping your eyes on every part of his body. Aran only smirked, turning away from you.
“You better stop looking at me before I want a round two,” is all he said, turning on the sink and ringing out the rag.
Your boisterous laugh echoed through the loft, flipping around in the sheets, which were still slightly wet. You heard the sink turn off, before seeing Aran walk over with a blanket and a silk wrapping in hand. Together the two of you laid the blanket down on the bed, before grabbing the thick, black comforter and wrapping yourselves in it, exhaustion hitting your body like freight trains. Aran took the silk wrapping, helping you place your hair into it before falling into the blankets.
Yawning, you could feel his strong arms wrap themselves sound you, pulling you into him. You turned around, snuggling into his physique, hands coming up right under your head to get more comfortable under him. You felt him place a kiss on
You know you’re still in due for a long conversation concerning your insecurities within your relationship. How this situation even came to be was all about you getting into your head, along with other outside forces that you would rather not talk about. However, there was one thing you could come to a conclusion about when it comes to Aran Ojiro, you could never fully part with him. Even if your paths diverge at the end.
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U.A. High School Field Trip Around Japan: Day 3 Translations
This is Day 3 of Shonen Jump’s special commemoration of My Hero Academia reaching one hundred million copies worldwide, which is being rolled out daily across one-week in each prefecture’s newspaper.
The schedule:
April 4th, Day 1: Hokkaidō & Tōhōku regions
April 5th, Day 2: Kantō region
April 6th, Day 3: Chūbu region
April 7th, Day 4: Kansai region
April 8th, Day 5: Chūgoku & Shikoku regions
April 9th, Day 6: Kyūshū & Okinawa regions
April 10th, Day 7: Nationwide release
You can see the illustrations on their website here, where they are released digitally the day after the newspaper release.
Here we go!
Note: As I mentioned, the illustrations are available on the official site, but they are all rather small, which makes them hard to read, so in this post I have included photographs from fans which I used for my translations. Every photo was available publicly on twitter and I have credited the posters, but please be respectful and don’t draw undue attention to these fans. If anyone contacts me wishing for their photo to be removed, I will do so.
Chūbu Region
Niigata
Photo credit: twitter user kz555ing
Ashido: "Cuteness is justice!"
Todoroki: "Cuteness is justice? Then this Kannon is a good omen for heroes."
Asui: "'Cuteness' is profound, too."
Class 1-A is visiting Sado Island's Chokokuji Temple, where a 20-foot tall rabbit statue has been erected to show appreciation for the temple's domestic rabbits tended by the priests, who roam the grounds freely. Just behind Todoroki actually stands a second, much smaller rabbit statue. The goddess of mercy, Kannon, is carved into the rabbits' chests.
Toyama
Photo credit: twitter user MazeHistory
Tokoyami: "The torrential flow of power liberated from prohibition... Those of us who have freed a once-sealed power feel the same, don't we, Todoroki?"
Todoroki: "No, not particularly."
They are visiting Kurobe Dam, the tallest dam in Japan at 186 meters (610 feet).
Ishikawa
Photo credit: twitter user ESORA_artwork_
Iida: "There are approximately 180 shops in here!!"
Kacchan: "Tell me which one's got the tastiest stuff."
Izuku: "That's gotta be all of them!"
Kirishima: "Daaamn, there's no way you can go to all of them in one day."
All Might: "Looks like those boys are having fun, doesn't it?"
This is Omicho Market in Kanazawa, the capital of Ishikawa, a very busy market with fresh seafood, vegetables, fruit, and local specialties!
Fukui
Photo credit: twitter user mlluv1
Izuku: "Sauce katsudon originates in Fukui prefecture! ︎ The deep flavor comes from the sour sauce seeping into the cutlet! You could say the sauce is saving the cutlet, and the cutlet is saving the sauce. It's a food that embodies the concept of being able to save to win and win to save. I don't think it's an exaggeration to call it the soul food of heroes. Ahhh! I can't stop thinking that I want everyone in Japan to know more about this..."
Uraraka: "He's saying it's tasty."
One of Fukui's specialties is "sauce katsudon" wherein the pork cutlet is battered, coated in crumbs, deep fried, and then coated in a thick, sweet, tangy, savory sauce. "Katsu" means cutlet but it is phonetically identical to the word for win--the same one that's in Katsuki's name. Izuku is such a nerd, dear god. Special thanks to @pikahlua for saving my skin with Izuku's dreaded mumble-speech!
Yamanashi
Photo credit: twitter user MARINJIJI
Mirio: "There's... A RIPE PEACH! There's... RIPE GRAPES!"
Kaminari: "The Yamanashi Prefecture Tourism Ambassador Hero...!"
Sero: "Have we got a chance!?"
Kirishima: "Sempai, you went out of your way just for this!?"
Yamanashi is one of Japan's big fruit providers with many orchards and vineyards, specializing in grapes, plums, and peaches. Mount Fuji is visible in the background! But Mirio... what were the ripe grapes!?
Nagano
Photo credit: twitter user hirom_1107
Hagakure: "Ojiro-kun! You really can't see it!?"
Jirou: "I can see it!"
Ojiro: "It's 'cause I've got a tail, isn't it. I wonder if they're feeling territorial..."
They are at Jigokudani Monkey Park with Japanese macaque (snow monkeys), who love to hang out in hot springs in the winter.
Gifu
Photo credit: twitter user some_mitsu
Iida: "Everyone!! Assemble here for a group photo!!"
Uraraka: "Let's all do the gasshō pose, okay!!"
Sero: "That's great!!"
The Historic Villages of Shirakawa-gō and Gokayama are part of a World Heritage Site protecting the traditional gasshō-zukuri houses unique to the area. The style is named for the arch of the roof looking like hands in prayer; the area gets substantial snowfall every year, and the shape of the roof and structure of the walls are optimal for protecting the integrity of the house. I got to see and step inside this style of home at the Japan Open-Air Folk Museum, and they are absolutely incredible. The informational placards said that in years when the snow piles high enough, the second story windows are used as entrances!
Shizuoka
Photo credit: twitter user sugar_eraser
Yaoyorozu: "The reason Mount Fuji looks blue is because its size is so great that one must view it at a distance. This distance puts a thick layer of air in-between, scattering the light and causing the mountain's surface to appear blue. The sky is blue for the same reason."
Ashido: "Yaomomo's like a walking encyclopedia!"
Aoyama: "A beautiful blue mountain, you say? Why, there's one right here~!"
Viewing Mount Fuji from Shizuoka's famous tea fields. Shizuoka provides 40% of Japan's green tea! I've had a few varieties unique to their area, they were very flavorful and soothing. Aoyama is bein' vain because his surname means "blue mountain."
Aichi
Photo credit: twitter user Hrkn1500
Satou: "All right, all right, now this is what I've been waiting for!"
Yaoyorozu: "It's delicious!"
Todoroki (thinking): "Half-Sweet Half-Salt..."
They are eating Ogura toast, a dish originating in a Nagoya cafe in 1921. Ogura jam is a sweet spread made out of adzuki beans, and it is often served with butter -- the butter being salted is the source of Todoroki's stroke of genius. I've had it several times, it's tasty!!
That's all for Day 3! See you soon for Day 4.
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Class A field trip around Japan - Day 3
See Day 1 for context. (Translations are google translate / stuff I found translated (credit). Apologies for any errors, feel free to suggest corrections).
EDIT: In the meantime I saw someone already made translations / posted all of this. Here is their post with translations (can't reblog it, as I think I'm blocked by them)
Aizawa: Bakugou, you are too loud!
Deku analyzing "sauce katsudon" from Fukui with Ochako and Mineta
🥦: mutter-mutter-mutter: It's a sour sauce that originated in Fukui Prefecture. The sauce soaks into the cutlet and creates a deep flavor!!! You can say that the sauce is helping the katsu, but also that the katsu is helping the sauce Exactly like the food embodiment of "tasukete katsu, katsutte tasukeru" (save to win, win to save). [Yes, there's one tsu too much, so it's another katsu (food) but also like katsu (win)]. You could even call it the soul food of a hero. I don't think it's an exaggeration. ..This is a food that embodies the idea that cutlets can save people. I won't stop...I want all of Japan to know this..
🍇: 😵
🍵: He's saying that it's delicious...
The sweet tooth brigade (Sato, Momo, Ochako, Shoto) trying out Aichi's Ogura toast:
🍬: I've been waiting... This is...
🍑: Yes, it's delicious
🍰: Half-sweet, half-salty...
Jirou, Ojirou and Hagakure at the Jigokudani Monkey Park which is famous for its Japanese macaques soaking in hot springs.
🤲: Ojiro-kun! I can't really see it (his tail)!?
👂: We are being watched!
🐿️: Because I have a tail, they are conscious of their territory... (???)
(Not sure, it seems to be a tail-joke)
Mina, Asui, Todoroki and Kouda visiting the Sado island - Rabbit Kannon
👽: Justice!!! So cute!
🍰: Is “justice” cute? Well then. This Kannon is auspicious for the heroes.
🐸"Cute" is also very deep.
(I don't fully get this one, but I think the joke is that Todoroki is confused by Mina's use of slang).
Sero, Kaminari, Mineta, Mirio at the fruit trees of Yamanashi overlooking Mt Fuji
(I can't make sense of the dialogue here - sg. about Mirio being a tourism ambassador?)
Iida, Deku, Bakugou, Kirishima and All Might at Omicho market in Ishikawa prefecture
👓: There are over 180 stands here!!
💥: Just tell me which one is the most delicious!!
🥦: Well, that would be every single one
🦈: Ugh~ one day is not enough
AM: The boys look like they're having fun
Todoroki and Tokoyami at the Kurobe Dam (the biggest dam in Japan)
🐦⬛: A Torrent of Power, Liberation from Commandments. Those who were once sealed together, have released their powers. Can you feel it, Todoroki!
🍰: Not especially.
Deku, Iida, Ochako and Sero at Shirakawa Gassho-zukuri village - (Uraraka's quirk pose is similar to the roofs)
👓: Let's do a photo!
🍵: Grassho pose!
🧻: Good one!
Momo, Mina, Aoyama and Shoji at Mt Fuji - As seen from Shizuoka's tea fields
✨: Blue mountains are beautiful, aren't they?
🍑: Mt. Fuji must be seen from a distance to see its full size, which is why it looks blue. The light scatters the blue light, creating a thick layer of air between them.
👽: Yaomomo, you know everything!!!
👉Day 1
👉Day 2
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Do you think horikoshi just forget to give spinner a tail. or was it on purpose, so that he can't be another Ojiro? i honestly thought spinner was to have a tail and went through tail trauma like in your fic, but i guess the story just decided spinner is tailless. :(
honestly this is a good question and i have absolutely no clue! my feelings on horikoshi's character designs range from "that is perfect and i cannot imagine this character looking any other way" and "well it's certainly memorable", but one thing i always feel comfortable with is that horikoshi's designs are always evocative of the character and given a lot of though.
so that said, i doubt that horikoshi just forgot that geckos have tails. maybe he did have ojiro in mind, whose gimmick is being Exceedingly Normal but is still able to utilize his tail effectively in contrast to spinner whose entire deal is that his quirk is lame as hell.
i'll be 100% honest that i don't have strong feelings either way - i don't greatly desire a be-tailed spinner or feel like it missing from his design is a great disservice. spinner losing his tail traumatically is less a firm headcanon of mine / something i actively want out of canon, and more me fulfilling my righteous need for spinner whump. and also cuz it would be fascinating. while there are interesting implications with like, the religious undertones and ideas of contamination or whatever i can't find the meta about it rn of what shouji went through, it's ultimately wasted on his absolute nothing of a character arc. spinner should have gotten that sweet suffering. justice.
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Can you do a Monoma and Ojiro (or Mineta) cum analysis, please?
I'm sorry this took so long. I was trying to think of something for Ojiro, but I agreed too much with these. So I felt I couldn't do him justice. As for Mineta, I'm not a fan of writing him, so I'm gonna pass.
Monoma:
- cums a lot... Like a surprising amount
- really liquidy, with a slight milky color
- he doesn't have a lot of stamina. He can only go two rounds before he is done.
- absolutely lives off iced coffee and spite
- has a slight bitter taste
- he is kind of a selfish lover and would much rather lay back and be made to cum instead of working to cum
How likely I would swallow? 8/10. He is very pretty, but I don't know if I'd be able to swallow all of it.
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Oh how did I miss this! Miss Donna, I would love to know your thoughts on Lev and Aran's love languages, and also how they might be in supporting their (totally not me) grad school partner in general?
Oooh Miss Jas! Thank you for the ask, I always love seeing you in my inbox! <3
Lev Haiba
I’m pretty confident that his love language is physical touch. He can be blunt at times, not meaningfully so, but he doesn’t have much of a filter between his brain and mouth and it’s gotten him into trouble more than once. But touch? Yeah, he’s got that down. He knows when you need light touches and when you need more. Lev loves to be your grounding force, it’s something he excels at given his tall strong frame. This feeds into how he would support you too. A soothing back rub whilst you read over your notes, a hug from behind that doesn’t interrupt what you’re doing but reassures you that he sees you and he cares for your wellbeing. What I will say, and I don’t know if you would consider this support, he asks a lot of questions. Even when he doesn’t understand your field, he will ask you every question under the sun. At least he’s enthusiastic, right?!
Aran Ojiro
Hmm… I think his love language would be quality time. Aran is very well versed in dealing with big personalities and quirks, he is easy going and he understands the importance of downtime. Spending quality time with you is of the highest importance and he will schedule date nights where he can take you out and hours in the evening to simply snuggle on the couch. Again, this really feeds into how he would support you as a grad student. Aran knows your calendar better than you do at times, and whilst he knows it’s jam packed he ensures you take some time for yourself, even if it’s only an hour or two. He encourages you to take a bath, read something not work related or just veg out with him, whatever will destress your mind for a bit. He’ll help you set and stick to routines and will always be there with a smile and hug when you need it.
Aww I’ve not written for these characters before so I hope I did them justice!!
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🌸 HELLO HI HOW ARE YOU I HAVE COME TO HUMBLY REQUEST A HC FOR THE LOVE OF MY LIFE OJIRO MASHIRAO I DO BELIEVE I HAVE COME TO THE RIGHT PLACE
(idk if u remember me I was that one person who asked abt the ojiro ai you made and I LITERALLY LOVE IT SO MUCH OMG)
Oh, hey hey hey 👀💕 ofc, I always remember a fellow Ojiro fan! Ahh, good to see you're still loving our tailman. I have so many headcanons for him that I actually had to use a random number generator just to pick a category 🤣 and you got: future!
A headcanon for Mashirao Ojiro, My Hero Academia:
Even as a Pro Hero, Ojiro still struggles to stand out. To the point he can rescue civilians from certain death and they'll refer to him as "some hero".
He's used to it, but his friends demand justice. In an attempt to stand out, Ojiro decides to switch up his look by taking inspiration from two unignorable people from his past: Lion Hero, Shishido; and the impossible to forget once you've met him, Bakugou.
Ojiro starts styling his hair into spikes, and swaps out the martial arts gi for a sleeveless, skin-tight black shirt with his signature fur trim.
The difference in attention is astounding, and it isn't long before Ojiro's climbing up the Hero Billboard Charts to a respectable rank #34, where he belongs 😤❤
[WRITING MASTERLIST]
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My Favorite Characters
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A Condition Called Love
Saki Hananoi
My Hero Academia
Mirio Togata
Katsuki Bakugou
Mashirao Ojiro
Rody Soul
Koichi Haimawari
Keigo Takami
My Dress Up Darling
Oboro Shirakumo
Soga Kugisaki
Number Six
Marin Kitagawa
Wakana Gojo
Oshi No Ko
Aquamarine Hoshino
Sk8: The Infinity
Reki Kyan
Kojiro Nanjo
⋆˖⁺‧₊ CARTOONS ₊‧⁺˖⋆
Miraculous
Adrien Agreste
Chat Noir
Catwalker
Luka Couffain
Felix Fathom
RWBY
Pyrrha Nikos
Jaune Arc
Oscar Pine
James Ironwood
Yang Xiao Long
Qrow Branwen
She-Ra
Catra
Adora
The Owl House
Hunter
⋆˖⁺‧₊ BOOKS ₊‧⁺˖⋆
Anne Of Green Gables
Jerry Baynard
Diana Barry
Gilbert Blythe
Percy Jackson
Leo Valdez
Hazel Levesque
Luke Castellan
⋆˖⁺‧₊ VIDEOGAMES ₊‧⁺˖⋆
13 Sentinels Aegis Rim
Ei Sekigahara
Shu Amiguchi
Nenji Ogata
Iori Fuyusaka
Ace Attorney
Miles Edgeworth
Apollo Justice
Klavier Gavin
Kazuma Asogi
Ai: The Somnium Files
Moma Kumakura
Kizuna Chieda
Iris Sagan
Kuruto Ryuki
Danganronpa
Nagito Komaeda
Kokichi Ouma
Kazuichi Soda
Rantaro Amami
Gonta Gokuhara
Doki Doki Literature Club
Yuri
Natsuki
Fire Emblem
Dimitri
Sylvain
Claude
Ferdinand
Sain
Gray
Berkut
Conrad
Chrom
Kingdom Hearts
Xion
Roxas
Axel
Master Detective Archives
Yomi Hellsmile
Aphex Logan
Nier
9S
Adam
Persona
Yosuke Hanamura
Shinjiro Aragaki
Ryoji Mochizuki
Kanji Tatsumi
Goro Akechi
Takuto Maruki
Project Edens Garden
Diana Venicia
Wolfgang Akire
Steins;Gate
Makise Kurisu
Tales of Vesperia
Yuri
Estelle
The Legend of Zelda
Link
Zelda
Mipha
Sidon
Sooga
Groose
The World Ends With You
Nagi Usui
Rindo Kanade
Tosai 'Fret' Furesawa
Shoka Sakurane
Neku Sakuraba
Xenoblade Chronicles
Alvis/A
Poppi
Taion
Vandham
Matthew
Crys
Shulk
Reyn
Rex
Malos
Noah
Fiona
Na'el
Ys
Dana Iclucia
Yufa Gamberg
Zero Escape
Sigma
Diana
Junpei
Akane
Santa
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Looks at old my hero academia fankids I made “We can rebuild them, we have the technology”
Inspired by Fran from @catboymoments , I decided to redesign some of my old bnha fan kids as characters for my own original universe, Feral State University
……I now realize that I’ve never talked about FSU on here.
The basic rundown is that chemical warfare caused humans DNA to mutate, and the next generation of humans had “animalistic” features and powers, and these people were dubbed “feral-folk”. There are many different kinds of feralfolk, and the animalfolk are just one of them
Now that I’m done rambling, let’s get onto the fanart
Iris Ledgerstone
Sophomore Year of college — Art major
Former izuocha fan kid
Chaosfolk
Puppet — can control people through strings produced from her fingers
Rylie Ledgerstone
Senior year of college — Nursing Major
Former izuocha fan kid
Animalfolk — lizard
Painful touch — any touch made by his hands causes painful bruising.
Yarik Gray
Junior year of college — Chemistry Major
Former minamomo fan kid
Faefolk
Chemical reaction — can produce any substance as long as he knows the chemical makeup of it. Can be solid, liquid, or gas.
Kai Frost
Sophomore year of college — Architecture major
Former adopted kiribaku fan kid
Animalfolk — Cat
Hydrokinesis — can control the temperature and shape of water
Temel Stephenson
Freshman year of college — civil engineering major
Former Adopted Shoji x Koda fan kid
Animalfolk — eel
Sirens call — can control people through song
Idris Hendricks
Senior year of college — Forensic science major
Former ibara x itsuka fan kid — I only shipped em together bc of the quirk combination.
Plantfolk
Vine arms — vines grow where arms would normally be, these vines can extend and retract.
Mickey Undergrove
Junior year of college — Criminal justice major
Former adopted Tsukoyami fan kid
Elementfolk — water
Aerokinesis - the ability to control the weather
Hana Matthews
Junior year of college — Mathematics major
Former Toru x Ojiro fan kid
Starfolk
Living projection — can emit hard light projections that can function as armor, weapons, or even limbs.
Kasey Matthews
Junior year of college — Legal studies major
Former Toru x Ojiro fan kid
Starfolk
Chameleon — can turn invisible by imitating the colors of his surroundings.
Here’s a lil height chart for em
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small reminder: ojiro is with the 2nd group at the plf mansion!
I shall not fall for this attempts to shift blame from Kaiba corp, they need to be brought to justice for what they did!
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Bookshelf Briefs 5/14/23
Insomniacs After School, Vol. 1 | By Makoto Ojiro | Viz Media – The anime to this manga is currently airing this season, though I haven’t watched it yet. I hope it does its subject justice, as this was a very nice first volume. It’s clearly a setup for some romance, but that’s not in the cards yet, with boy-meets-girl being more like boy-and-girl-desperately-need-sleep. The problems with insomnia…
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Unleashed Blades
Unleashed Blades
by TaikaTakenoma
Natsuo is fed up.
His brothers are dead... His mother is dead... His father is trying to do something that's far too late to do...
So as a note presents itself with one single sentence, he can't help but consider...
“If you want justice against your father, all you need to do is ask. Meet us here at XXXX.”
Words: 515, Chapters: 1/17, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Akatani "Yamikumo" Mikumo, Midoriya Inko, Sensei | All For One, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Shinsou Hitoshi, Monoma Neito, Todoroki Shouto, Todoroki Natsuo, Todoroki Fuyumi, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Ojiro Mashirao, Mustard, Yoarashi Inasa, Rody Soul, Mama (NieR Reincarnation)
Relationships: Todoroki Natsuo & Todoroki Shouto, Todoroki Fuyumi & Todoroki Natsuo
Additional Tags: Todoroki Natsuo-centric, Sensei | All For One is Midoriya Hisashi, Sensei | All For One is Midoriya Izuku's Parent, Found Family, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Villain Midoriya Izuku, Villain Todoroki Shouto, Villain Shinsou Hitoshi, Villain Monoma Neito, Villain Ojiro Mashirao, Villain Yoarashi Inasa, Nier Reincarnation elements, This was intended to be a one shot at some point in development, i dont know what the fuck happened, U.A. Student Yoarashi Inasa, Alternate Universe - Future, Dead Todoroki Rei, Other Additional Tags to Be Added
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47274169
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Canon BNHA Characters meet their Calcium Fanon Versions
[ Canon Ojiro meets Calcium Fanon Ojiro ]
BNHA Ojiro: Where am I?
Calcium Ojiro: There you are! I wasn't going to argue with Versatile and Creati, but alternative selves is certainly nice-
BNHA Ojiro: ...Are you me?
Calcium Ojiro: Mashirao Ojiro, Martial Arts Hero: Mane King, leader of team Pride, at your service.
BNHA Ojiro: No... I'm Tailman.
Calcium Ojiro: Oh, you're still going by that. Which internship are you on?
BNHA Ojiro: My first one.
Calcium Ojiro: Oh, you're at War of Justice Agency training under Scope.
BNHA Ojiro: ...Who?
Calcium Ojiro: You know, the hero team Gallery with Snipe, Scope, and Gunhead.
BNHA Ojiro: Oh, I'm currently studying under Shishido. It was sort of a default placement, but you know I can't really be picky considering that no one really gives me any consideration-
Calcium Ojiro: Shishido? No he's my protege, and what do you mean no one gives you any consideration?
BNHA Ojiro: I mean, compared to likes of Bakugou and Todoroki I'm-
Calcium Ojiro: Bakugou? Why would you care about what he thinks?
BNHA Ojiro: He is one of the top hero students, Miruko has even complimented him-
Calcium Ojiro: I'm just going to ignore the fact your Bakugou is not in prison, and focus more on the fact Miruko does exist in your world and you haven't had a work study with her.
BNHA Ojiro: Bakugou is in prison- Wait, why would the number five hero consider me for anything I'm not even sure why I'm still-
Calcium Ojiro: You wanted to advocate for mental health in the heroics system. Did your cousin not take you for ice cream the day your teacher scoffed at you for calling a therapist a hero?
BNHA Ojiro: Cousin?
Calcium Ojiro: Do you not have a cousin?
BNHA Ojiro: I don't have any family to be honest.
Calcium Ojiro: What do you mean you have no family?
BNHA Ojiro: The author didn't give me one.
Calcium Ojiro: *blinks* I'm going to ignore that wall break, and please tell me you are at least friends with Uraraka and Kendou.
BNHA Ojiro: I mean, they're my classmates but we don't actually interact much besides that one time Uraraka left me at a tree.
Calcium Ojiro: Uraraka left you at a tree- So you didn't teach Uraraka martial arts which caused her to secure an internship for you to pay you back for the free lessons?
BNHA Ojiro: ...No.
Calcium Ojiro: That explains so much. Alright as soon as you get back to your time sign up for a session with Hound Dog, you'll be diagnosed with depression-
BNHA Ojiro: I don't have-
Calcium Ojiro: -Yes you do, then for the love of All Might ask Uraraka or Kendou for a spar.
BNHA Ojiro: Okay. This is going to be a story to share with Hagakure later.
Calcium Ojiro: At least Hagakure is universal.
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Redemption - Finding Normality (1)
Social Justice Week.
A new initiative taken by UA in an effort to open the eyes of the somewhat close-minded students. The past has shown that we must learn to correct our mistakes so that history does not repeat itself, but in a world so focused on strong quirks and flashy heroes; equality and hard-work often get pushed to the way-side.
Midoriya Izuku can attest to this, and when the initiative was first brought up by his homeroom teacher, he was more then excited to see this step forward in influencing acceptance. But as the week draws to a close, young Midoriya finds himself disappointed but not surprised. They had discussed gender equality, trans rights, the LGBTQ+ community, racism and quirk discrimination. They had listened to guest speakers talk about mental health, learning disabilities, homelessness, suicide and animal rights. But not once had the topic of quirklessness graced the halls of UA. Not one discussion, not one speaker, not one mention of the word. This left Izuku feeling let-down and disappointed. He had thought that a school as prestigious as UA would not be so blatantly discriminatory; and ironically during Social Justice Week.
All of this frustration had built up in Izuku, and as he sat in his final class of the week and he couldn't help but resent how a whole minority had just been erased from a week that should have celebrated their existence. As he simmered in his anger, Aizawa-sensei was announcing the final activity of the week.... a paired project on a topic of their choice. Izuku was jerked into awareness when Aizawa announced his partner; Iida Tenya. Normally Izuku would be over-joyed to be able to work with one of his best friends, but not even this could drag him from his disappointed funk. Aizawa-sensei gave them the last twenty minutes of class to start discussing what topic they wanted to cover, but Izuku didn't move. He couldn't. He was frozen in place. This was really how the week was going to end. Nothing for the quirkless. Nothing but erasure from the schools supposed inclusivity project. By this stage Iida had arrived over at his desk, oblivious to the inner-turmoil wracking through Izuku's body. Iida with all his well-meaning ideas and possible topics of interest. Iida who forgot about the quirkless too. Izuku stood up. He was done, the room was getting too small and there were too many people. People who didn't care. With a brief "Do what you want" to Iida, Izuku was out the door and running towards his dorm. Ignoring the bewildered calls of his partner and classmates and the angry yell of his previously napping homeroom teacher, Izuku ran. He ran to safety. He needed to be alone so that he could weather the storm and next week he would pretend that this past week had never happened.
But life rarely goes as we plan it to. Incessant knocking at his thankfully locked door breaks Izuku from his wallowing. Iida's stern voice calls to him, border-line pleads with him to open up so that they could discuss why Izuku was so upset. Nothing changes and eventually Iida gives up. This pattern continues for the rest of the weekend. Izuku remains holed up in his room avoiding his class-mates entirely. He survives off of his stash of granola bars and Capri Sun packs that he hides as the very back of his closet. Both Iida and Uraraka knock at his door periodically, but he refuses to grace them with an answer. Neither give in. Uraraka talks to him through the door for hours on end; mindless chatter about the weather, what their class-mates are doing, what she and Ojiro are doing for their project... Iida also talks to him through the door, but he focuses on classes and homework and he eventually brings up their project. Neither of his closest friends understand why he ran off or why he is now shutting them out and how could they? They didn't even remember that quirkless people exist. Izuku feels mildly betrayed. He doesn't know if he is blowing this out of proportion and completely over-reacting, but he can't help but feel left-out and invisible even though he isn't quirkless anymore. He can't bring himself to face his class-mates either way.
By dinner time on Sunday, Iida had started their project... he had grown weary of Izuku's continued silence and had alerted the other to his choice of topic and had stated that he would do the work for the both of them. Izuku couldn't even remember what his friend had chosen. Uraraka had also grown weary of Izuku's stubborn front and had gone to alert the teachers of his self-imposed isolation. Mic-sensei had knocked on his door at lunch to try and coax him out of his room to no avail. He had eventually given up and left with the warning of Aizawa-sensei's plan to drag him out for dinner if he didn't leave his room before then. It was now five and dinner was no doubt in full swing. Izuku was awaiting Aizawa-sensei. Wondering what his teacher would do. He was fairly sure the teacher had a master key to all their rooms in case of emergency but did this really count as an emergency... apparently it does. Izuku hadn't heard his homeroom teacher approach but he definitely heard the key being inserted into the lock and he felt his body tense as he listened to it turning and subsequently opening his door. A quiet creak was Izuku's only warning before he found himself suspended face-to-face with his livid teacher. Glowing red eyes bore into his sole searching for a tightly sealed answer to the question on every Height's Alliance resident's mind, but not even the terrifying glare of Aizawa-sensei could break Izuku's vow of silence.
Aizawa looked his belligerent student up and down, observing the hopeless, dead eyes. He sighed and hauled his silent, half-mummified student out of his dorm room and removed him from the student dorms altogether. Midoriya was clearly in no state to be hounded by his pack of wild students and Aizawa was honestly extremely concerned about his Problem Child's odd behaviour. He had never seen the kid so quiet and lifeless. Midoriya was always filled with joy and life... encouraging his class-mates and getting into trouble. This 180 change in personality was most definitely cause for worry. As he approached the teacher's dorms he noted that Midoriya hadn't even squirmed in his bindings. Another indicator that something was extremely wrong with his Problem Child. Aizawa breezed through the common room and bee-lined for his personal dorm, ignoring his nosy co-workers who were also worried about Midoriya's strange behaviour. An impromptu visit from Iida earleir in the morning had alert the UA faculty to the current Midoriya Mystery.
Once Aizawa had entered his personal dorm, he set Midoriya down on the couch and called out to Yamada that he had retrieved the Problem Child. His husband had been cooking in the kitchen... trying to rustle up something for their student to eat as Uraraka had come to them with concerns over her friend's non-existent eating habits. Yamada greeted the Child enthusiastically and announced that dinner would be ready in just a few more minutes. Still no reaction. Aizawa sent a look to Yamada as his worry rapidly grew. This was no mere tantrum. Midoriya didn't even seem to be all there. The student was spaced out and his eyes were glazed over. Aizawa was beggining to get really worried now.
Izuku was not altogether aware of his surroundings or what was happening to him. He had a vague idea of where he was... a couch. But no significant train-of-thought linking ideas together. All that went through Izuku's mind was that he wasn't safe and he couldn't move. He didn't understand what was going on and all he could really process was a deep sense of betrayal.
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