#mitsu's soft

[twowink]

ok my list of characters that i dislike thinking abt in any sort of relationship is rly funny actually . bc i only kin one of them i dont know abt the other two

#.txt #mitsu is a soft no. i just dont think abt it often . im not into ban.dori much but lisa . and then mona now . … #im ok w mitsu mostly i just personally prefer not to . i dunno #generally i still ship my aro hcs either qp or r depending on the hc but these three … dunno #amia.txt

[raamitsu-personal]

every day feeling like i’m getting closer to the sky…

#was accompanying my mama watering her beautiful precious flowers and plants #and at the time the sky looked so… ethereally soft #really love every bits of it… even when it turns dark #every phenomenal change is beautiful to me #sky #home #mitsu + nature #mitsu + sotd #raamitsu-personal

[mitsuyeaah]

after party.

— shuji hanma x f! reader

cw: rock star!hanma, nsfw (mdni), smut, car sex, creampie, multiple orgasms (two), overstimulation, pet names (doll, baby), typical hanma behaviour

a/n: no explanation needed. just indulge in mitsu’s hanma thoughts.

“ah, of course, i couldn’t have done this without m’one and only. care to come up here, doll?” shuji panted into the mic. he had just finished his last song for the night and was doing a short closing speech. it’s only been a few months since he revealed that he was in a relationship with you, but you two had been together for two years now.

your jaw almost dropped to the floor as he said that, heart racing as the crowd screamed in excitement. you didn’t know if it was from excitement or anger if you were being honest, there were just too many people there. well, what could you say? your boyfriend was that big of a star. the charisma he had on stage was impeccable, easily capturing the hearts of many many fans that would kill to be in your position.

making your way past the security and up the stairs, shuji escorted you across the stage while holding your hand. the lights that beamed onto the stage were absolutely blinding, and you had to squint a bit to get used to it. it made everything else disappear, like it was just you and shuji there on the stage and no one else, despite the roaring of the crowd.

there was nothing behind him but the glare of the white light. his singular gold drop earring swaying and sparkling with every movement. the guitar strapped across his back now lay on the floor of the stage. confused, you were about to ask him what he was doing.

as soon as the two of you were in the middle of the spotlight, shuji did not hesitate to pull you into a kiss. a passionate one at that—one that should be reserved from the prying eyes of the fans and media. his hand was buried into your hair as he eagerly moved his lips against your own, head angled to the side so he could press his face further into you.

adrenaline coursed through your veins, the screaming of the fans muffled into nothingness as you focused on your boyfriend in front of you. his other hand rested on your hip, sensuously rubbing circles over your clothes as he darted his tongue out to lap at your own.

you knew why shuji was doing this. when his fans received the news that he was no longer in the market, many of them were angered and sent unnecessary hate towards you. it was immature to say the least. who were they to dictate one’s relationship? shuji did this to let everyone know that the love between the two of you wasn’t just a spark, it was burning. and it wasn’t going to die down any time soon.

you moaned into the kiss and tightly gripped at the collar of his onxy leather jacket. at this point, you didn’t care if there were hundreds and thousand pairs of eyes that witnessed this. you just wanted shuji. the two of you pulled away from each other to catch your breaths, resting your forehead against his while you stared into his amber eyes.

“now, everyone knows you’re mine and i’m yours, doll. just focus on me and no one else.” shuji whispered loud enough for you to hear.

but just like everything, the tender moment you two shared immediately came to an end when you felt something soft hit your backside.

your eyes widened as you turned around and saw a pair of red lacy bra sitting just right next to your feet. shuji laughed hysterically behind you and reached for the undergarment, “mmm, red. my favourite colour, right doll?” he spoke into the mic; he hooked one of the straps around his finger to dangle it in front of your face, a smug grin plastered on his own.

you knew shuji was playing around with you, teasing you but you didn’t find it funny. you really didn’t mind fans occasionally throwing their bras on the stage when your boyfriend performed—yes, at first it bothered you but you grew accustomed to it. it wasn’t like shuji kept them anyway.

but it was a different conversation if fans threw it on you instead. it was more of a threat. especially after the amount of backlash you and shuji had gotten after revealing your relationship to the media. some fans were disappointed but a fair share were also very supportive which warmed your heart.

shuji saw the familiar look on your face. you were displeased. he cleared his throat into the mic and quickly bid the crowd good night before ushering the two of you backstage. you walked a few steps ahead of your boyfriend; you weren’t fuming, just annoyed that he did that. he easily caught up to you with how long his legs were and draped a sweaty arm around your shoulders, his leather jacket long gone as soon as the two of you entered his dressing room.

god, how was he able to arouse you and annoy you in a span of just a few minutes?

“you look annoyed.” he mused. you groaned and pushed his heavy arm from your shoulders, “you’re sweaty. and no shit, i didn’t ask to get a bra thrown at me.” shuji chuckled as you sat on the couch of his dressing room, crossing your legs and arms as you slightly glared at him. “why did you even dangle it in front of my face..” another chuckle slipped past shuji’s lips as you let out a huff.

“doll, stop acting like you’ve never felt my sweaty body against yours, and i was just teasin’ ya.” he kneeled in front of you. his index finger and thumb gripping your chin to turn your head to his. you held his citrine gaze for a few seconds before rolling your eyes at him and shaking his fingers from your face.

shuji clicked his tongue and stood up but before he could say anything, the door suddenly opened, it was shuji’s manager. “we’re having an after party to celebrate the success of your concert. you will be there, right? your friends are attending too.”

shuji let out a hum, he stared at your stoic expression for a moment before shaking his head. “nah, i’ll pass up on that. my doll and i are going to have a party ourselves.” your brows shot up, shuji was never the one to turn down an invitation, especially an after party. a wild one. his manager groaned, “but it’s for you! and we can’t have a party without the star..”

“oh c’mon, i’m sure y’all can live through it. make something up, i don’t know. i’m going to spend this night with my baby.”

you tried your best to keep your stoic expression up by rolling your eyes at him again and pretending like you didn’t care but in all honesty, you were squealing on the inside. you didn’t expect shuji to bail on the party and spend the rest of his night with you only.

the two of you were inside his van, patiently waiting for his chauffeur to take the two of you back home to his high rise apartment.

“are you still upset about that whole ordeal earlier?” shuji turned to face you from his seat, his eye scanning your side profile as you mindlessly scrolled through social media. your notifications were blowing up thanks to your friends sending you articles and pictures of that little stunt shuji pulled earlier. he definitely knew how to make a headline.

“i’m sorry, okay? i didn’t mean to make you feel like that..” he extended an arm over to you and placed his slender hand on your thighs when you didn’t reply, squeezing at your exposed supple flesh.

you bit back a small moan as you felt his hand curve inward to rub along your inner thigh, gradually inching higher and higher until his hand disappeared under your skirt and dangerously near the apex of your legs. you let out a small sigh as shuji rubbed the side of his pink against your clothed panties, “shuji..”

“hmm? what’s wrong, doll?”

you cursed underneath your breath as he put more pressure, this time directly on your clit which caused your cheeks to warm. your hips instinctively bucked up at his hand, you wanted more. “fuck, i want you.” you let go of the stoic mask that you’ve been trying to hold on to and finally held shuji’s gaze, your bottom lip caught between your teeth.

his free hand patted his thigh, one brow raised at you. of course you knew what that meant.

you eagerly climbed onto his lap with your back pressed against his clothed chest. shuji rested his chin on your shoulder while his hands rubbed up and down your waist. “is my girl sulky? guess i have to show her that i belong to her and her only, huh?” he mumbled against the skin of your neck. goosebumps formed as his lips ghosted over the sensitive spot.

“my god, just fuck me already..” you let out an impatient huff as you rested your head on his shoulder to give shuji more access. he gave you a low chuckle that sent vibrations down your neck before his hands swiftly slipped under your skirt and practically tore your panties apart, earning a loud gasp from you.

shuji tapped on your thigh and you lifted yourself up a bit so he could pull his pants down just enough to get his hard cock out from its restraints. “hmm? so wet f’me already..” his citrine eyes rolled to the back of his head as he rubbed the tip of his cock along your wet folds—lips parted and head thrown back against the headrest.

one hand firmly held your hip to guide you down his cock. you could feel his grip tighten as you sank down, shuji let out a loud shameless groan as your tight walls hugged him just right. fuck, you were so perfect for him. your body slumped against his as he bottomed out with his balls touching your folds.

it wasn’t your first time having sex with shuji but fuck, he was so long that you always needed a few seconds before proceeding, and due your position, his tip was already deliciously kissing that sweet spot inside you. you practically had to reach back and stop him from moving around because you swore you could almost cum right then and there.

“fuuuck, you’re so deep.” “good thing you like it deep, don’t you, doll?”

before you could snicker at his response, shuji held your hips in place and started thrusting his hips up without warning. “a-ah, fuck! shuji—ngh! baby, slow down!” with how powerful his thrust were, you were one hundred percent sure that the van was visibly shaking, and people in the parking lot wouldn’t have to guess much with what activity was happening inside.

the sound of squelching and skin slapping bounced around the walls of the van. the cool air inside the vehicle immediately turning hot, heavy and damp, causing the windows to quickly fog up.

not knowing what to do with your hands, you cupped your breasts through the fabric of your shirt, squeezing them to increase the pleasure you felt.

“tsk, you dirty girl.. my cock isn’t enough for you, huh?” shuji’s voice trembled with pleasure. he removed both his hands from your hips and circled them at the back of your knees so that both legs were hooked on his arm. your legs were in the air now, his arms pressing them further into your chest to expose your wet cunt.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the position as shuji’s cock reached a whole new level of deepness. you were trapped in his hold and there was nothing you could do but sit there and take the entirety of his cock and his relentless thrusts. “ah! ah! ngh—ah! s-shuji!” your moans increased in volume and pitch, causing your boyfriend to click his tongue at your loudness.

he adjusted his torso to snake his right hand further upwards, shoving his middle and ring finger into your mouth to silence you. it was such a sight to see. shuji’s slender fingers that donned gold rings shoved into your mouth; his cock deliciously pounding in and out while your legs hung in the air, held by his arms.

you moaned around his fingers, occasionally licking and sucking on it like it was his cock. shuji breathlessly cursed under his breath as he felt your tongue swirling around his slender digits. “fuck, doll. taking me so fucking well—ah! shit! you gonna cum f’me?” he moaned, his voice now an octave lower.

you let out broken hums of agreement that were in-synched with every thrust of his hips. you didn’t trust your brain and mouth to work together to form a coherent sentence at this point because the only thing in your mind was how good shuji was fucking you. your thighs were burning from being held up for this long and you couldn’t feel your feet anymore but you didn’t care.

“yeah? go on, then. cum for me, doll..”

you arched your back at the pleasure that engulfed your whole body, the string of moans that threatened to escape your throat were muffled by shuji shoving his fingers deeper into your mouth. tears spilled from your eyes as you came around his cock, your cunt deliciously gripping him like a vice for a few seconds, causing his hips to stutter.

shuji rode out your orgasm by quickly rubbing your clit with the hand that was previously shoved into your mouth. fuck, no wonder why he was so good at playing his electric guitar. his lips left hues of dark red and purple on the side of your neck as he drove you to overstimulation.

“fuck fuck fuck! shuji! i can’t! ngh—ah!” “n-not yet, doll.. just a bit more—fuck! i’m cumming!”

shuji gave you a few more strokes before shoving the entirety of his cock inside you to unload his cum, all while rubbing tight circles on your clit. he moaned against your neck, a string of profanities tumbling from his lips as he reached his orgasm.

“ah—shit! yeah.. that’s it, so so good f’me..”

you bit your lip at the feeling of his hot cum filling you up and seeping out of your wet cunt. your eyes clamped shut as you could feel another orgasm sneaking up on you since shuji was still rubbing on your clit.

you let out short high pitched moans, legs trembling with pleasure as you came around his cock once again. the pleasure was more intense this time round and you swore to the universe above that you saw stars in your vision.

shuji kissed at the dark hues on your neck, whispering endless praises against your skin as you came down from your second orgasm. he gently placed your legs back down and stroked your thighs, as if he knew how badly they burned from the position.

“what an after party that was.” he let out a breathless chuckle. all you could muster up was a light hum with how spent you were but shuji didn’t mind, he knew how much he tires you out during sex and if he was being honest, he wore it like a fucking medal.

© mitsuyeaah

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[marvelmymarvel]

Shattered Glass

Orochimaru x Reader

Synopsis: Mitsuki wasn't allowed to be in the lab, more for his safety than anything else. But when he breaks something with you not around, how will his father react instead?

Naruto Masterlist: Here

A crash sounded out in the lab causing Orochimaru to jump. His eyes scanned around the room, trying to figure out what it was that broke. More importantly, how did it break?

"Uh oh," a small voice called out.

Orochimaru relaxed a little knowing that it was his toddler's fault but tensed up when he realized you were nowhere in sight. "Suki. Where's mama?" Orochimaru called out as he walked swiftly to the toddler. He tried his best to sound soft and kind, but he knew his words sounded sharp.

Rounding the corner, he saw Mitsuki standing there with his hands behind his back, pale eyes taking in the way the shards of glass scattered along the laminated tile. His eyes flicked up to his father's and while he knew his father wouldn't yell, he couldn't help but feel his body shake in fear.

Orochimaru tsk'd quietly to himself at the sight of his son shaking, but moved slowly towards him anyway in fear of making him cry. "It's okay. It was an accident" Orochimaru stated, hand coming down to pat softly onto the child's small head. He knelt then to start gathering up the larger pieces, "Can you go get the broom for me?"

Mitsuki nodded before racing off towards the broom in the corner, excited to help his father even if it was for cleaning up the mess he made. "Suki?!" Orochimaru's head shot up as he heard your panicked calls from the hallway.

"He's in here my love"

Within seconds, you appeared in the doorway. Hair messy and face contorted into one of pure panic until your eyes settled on the child. A sigh of relief flew from your lips as you scooped the child up from the floor, letting the broom fall from his hands in the process. It went tumbling down, knocking over a few more glasses in its wake. More shattering sounded out but you didn't care as you cuddled deeper into the toddler.

"Don't you dare run from me like that again! I was worried sick!"

Orochimaru sighed quietly as he took in the 5 beakers that you broke. While the child looked like him, Mitsuki's coordination skills were all you. "You should be more careful" he muttered as he stood and threw away the large pieces of glass. Your cheeks heated up at his statement as you finally looked down at the mess you had made.

Shooting a sheepish smile his way, you set Mitsuki down on the lab table and bent down to pick up the broom. "Sorry about that-"

Orochimaru caught the broom from you as you straightened out. "No need. Are you hurt?" It didn't matter how long you two had been together, when he was this close to you you always lost your cool. He smirked at your flustered face, he figured it was payment for him cleaning up after you.

"No..." your eyes trailed to Mitsuki and landed on the hand that he was hiding. "Mitsu..." you started, sidestepping Orochimaru to get closer to your son. He wouldn't look at you, and you knew why.

"Let me see it" you stated firmly and finally he brought his hand out from behind his back. You hissed at the cut on his palm, it would heal but you knew it had to have hurt like hell.

"Oh, honey" you whispered pitifully before looking at Orochimaru with pleading eyes. While he hasn't used his medical ninjutsu in a long time, this was something he could fix with little to no effort. Orochimaru cocked his head before stepping forward and grabbing the child's hand. Light flew from his fingers and ghosted above the cut which caused Mitsuki to whimper as the skin mended itself. But it was over soon and all that was left to fix were the two messes that you and your son caused.

Orochimaru looked at you before turning back to Mitsuki, now that the boy was old enough Orochimaru figured he could learn to be careful in the lab. "Now Mitsuki-"

"Gentler" you cut in, knowing that the tone he was going to take wouldn't help.

Orochimaru nodded before clearing his throat. "Mitsuki, you have to be careful when you're in here. As you can see, it's very easy to get hurt and I don't want that to happen. Can you promise to be more careful next time?"

Mitsukis eyes were wide at just how gentle his father sounded. He looked at you over his father's shoulder, confusion evident on his face. You nodded in a way that encouraged him to answer, this was indeed his father. It wasn't a trap. "Yes, Father" Mitsuki stated finally.

Orochimaru smiled before pressing a kiss to the top of his forehead. "Now why don't you go play outside with your mother? I hear it's a beautiful day outside?"

Mitsuki agreed and hopped down from the table. He grabbed your hand and began pulling you out, but before he could pull you out of the room entirely, you threw a loving glance over your shoulder. You were so proud of Maru for becoming such a kind person, even if it was just to you and Mitsuki.

The lab door closing left Orochimaru once more in silence and he sighed at the state of his lab. 'It was worth it though' he thought as he bent down to sweet up the glass. Because without the two of you, there would be no mess for him to clean up.

And that is what he loved the most.

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[stxrmylxve]

(I'm sorry I thought I had sent in my last one but I woke up with this on the brain because I used to at least try to do this in my last relationship)

Kazutora, Baji, Chifuyu, Mitsuya, and (I CAN'T NOT INCLUDE THIS BEAUTY) Izana when their S/O just starts showering them in compliments because they absolutely adore them (I.E. "your eyes are so beautiful," "I love your hair, it's so soft," "you have really gorgeous hands, you know," "you smell really nice"[that'll be one where S/O would snuggle up], "I adore your voice")

Kazutora:

“You’re eyes are so beautiful…” you mutter as Kazutora continues to talk, a small blush coming over his face as he tries to ignore the compliment

bro he LIVES for compliments and comfort 🤚

“Your eyes are pretty too.” he says sheepishly as you just stare at him, a small blush joining your cheeks too

”But you’re as better! They like.. shine in the sun. I’ve never seen someone with eyes like yours”

Stop it! He might have to take a break to cool down!

Baji:

he legit is so cocky and brushes compliments off so easily 💀 in public, that is

He nudges your hand slightly, pulling his hair away from your fingers with a frown. “Sorry, I just adore your hair. It’s so soft, my hair isn’t even like that. I bet others get jealous of it, right? And-“

He will put his hand over your mouth and will ‘shhhh’ you before he turns red

he looks away as the blush worsens

will use compliments back at you too 👆 He just uses them in different settings

Chifuyu:

blushes so bad he looks like a damn tomato

You play with his hands as he talks with baji, every once in a while bringing them to your mouth to pepper them in kisses as he stumbles on his words

”I was trying to have a civil conversation, you couldn’t wait to kiss me?” he says as he huffs, trying to cool off his blush but rather looking even more cute

”But you just have such pretty and cute hands. They’re not beat up like Baji’s. And they are always soft…” you explain as he halts his movements to look back at you

”You’re doing it again.”

”Doing what??”

”Being too nice.”

”No, All I said is true.”

Mitsuya:

Mitsuya sighs as he sets his things down, beyond tired from making countless things for an upcoming contest as he settles down on the couch

taking the opportunity, of course you have to join him on the couch too

”You smell nice today, Mitsu’.” you say as you lean into his side, raking your fingers through his whispy hair as he glances down at you

”You think so?” he asks, a small smile creeping onto his face “Yeah.”

makes a note of it and buys no other cologne that the one(s) you compliment him on and like

Izana:

Izana goes over his plans one last time in the meeting, concluding it as he hugs you from behind (yes, sitting on his lap during a stressful meeting is a must for him.)

Everyone leaves and you’re just left there with him as he sighs and stuffs his head into your back

”You know I absolutely adore your voice, right?” you say to break the silence as you earn a squeeze to your hand

He’s just glad he is behind you, otherwise you would see the goofy smile on his face from the compliment

he didn’t get very many compliments in his childhood, so he will take any he can get and will value them until the day he dies 🥹

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[kxisuke]

Hi! can I request a Mitsuya Takashi (Tokyo revengers) x bttm male reader? Where someone is probably flirting with Mitsuya’s pretty boy and he gets all jealous and fucks reader as soon as they get home? Even tho Mitsuya is benign rough, he is a soft dom so he will be possessive and praising us 😔 it’s completely fine if you are uncomfortable with the request!! If so I apologise!! Feel free to skip this req if you don’t have time coz health>>>everything!! Have a good day!

✧ BELONGING

✧ p. mitsuya takashi x m!reader

✧ tw. NSFW/smut content ahead, minors please DNI! nicknames, general smutty stuff, a touch of fluff towards the end

✧ wc. 853

— a/n. thank you for your request! also, i really appreciate you being patient with me and prioritizing my health :) have a wonderful rest of your day and please enjoy!! <3

Mitsuya watches as your smile widens, your eyes lighting up as you talk with another gang member about something the both of you are interested in, noticing the way his body is angled towards yours, eyes drifting down to do yet another once-over of your body.  

It’s when he joins you in laughter, dropping a casual arm over your shoulder that he’s had enough.  

He isn’t one to usually get jealous, but this is taking it a step too far. He has no problem letting you hang out with other guys, that’s not it. It’s just that you can be a little oblivious at times to the not-so-subtle hints they can give you. 

“Hey, y/n.” Approaching from behind you so you can’t see the death glare he gives the other boy, he wraps his hand around your own, pulling you out from the arm around your shoulders. 

“Hey Mitsuya.” He leans in, kissing your cheek before gesturing towards the gate to the park.  

“Let’s head home, okay?” You can tell something is off by the tone he uses, the sharpness at the ends of his phrases contrasting the usual smooth flow of his words.  

“Oh, alright.” You bid farewell to your friend, waving with a smile before Mitsuya practically pulls you away.  

“Is everything alright, Mitsuya-kun? You seem… upset?” 

“Everything’s just fine.” He gives you a smile that you know to be fake, his hand tightening around your own as the two of you walk back to your place. 

~ 

Turns out, everything was not alright.  

“F-fuck, Mitsuya…!” A cry slips out of your swollen lips and your grip on the sheets tighten, Mitsuya’s long cock reaching every inch inside of you, his mouth-watering pace reflecting his frustration. 

“You’re so pretty, taking me so well…” he muses, his hands on your waist steadying himself as he continues to slam his hips into your own, feeling the angry knot in his core starting to tighten. You’re his, and his only. No other guy can flatter you with their charms because none of them can make you feel this good—practically begging for your sweet release. 

Mitsuya halts his moments for a brief second, giving you a moment to catch your breath as he kisses down your back, your sensitive body shuddering under the touch of his soft lips, his touch so delicate that you forget about the jealousy stirring in his stomach.  

“You’re mine, do you understand that, y/n?” You nod tearfully, a whine leaving your lips as you want so badly to beg for him to start moving again, your dick throbbing and in need of pleasure.  

“I want you to say it, pretty boy.” The pink blush staining your cheeks darkens, and you turn back to look at him, seeing the glint in his lavender eyes. 

“I-I’m only yours, Mitsu-kun.”  

“Good.” He snaps his hips sharply, causing your mouth to fall open embarrassingly into a moan, the knot in your core tightening with each one of his thrusts. Mitsuya lets out a shaky breath, searching for the sweet spot inside of you, angling his hips the way he always does. A strangled cry of pleasure tumbles out of your mouth and he knows he found it. 

“R-right there!” you beg, your wanton moans filling his bedroom. His breath quickens and he can feel his orgasm dangling right out of his reach, the guiding hand around your waist tightening as the rhythm to his movements break.  

Your own body is brimming with pleasure, fire blazing in your core as Mitsuya hits every spot inside of you, and you’re so, so close...  

“Mitsuya...!” Your vision goes white and a cry leaves your lips as you’re finally able to bask in euphoria, panting as your body struggles to keep up with the adrenaline coursing through your veins. Mitsuya continues to abuse your hole, your mewls and begs pushing him over the edge. 

“Fuck... y/n!” He can’t help but spill his load inside of you, filling you to the brim as your body trembles under his touch. Taking a moment to catch his breath, he caresses your waist, his gentle fingers tracing the shape of your body. 

“You okay?” His voice is soft and quiet, causing warmth to bloom in your stomach. 

“Y-yeah.” 

“Wait here, I'll get us cleaned up, alright?”  

~ 

Your head rested on his chest, every inch of your body aware of the places that you were touching—his hand circled around your waist, a hand holding yours, your fingers tangled together, your legs resting against one another, and the steady rise and fall of his chest with each of his breaths.  

“Sorry for taking my jealousy out on you. You know I don’t mean to be like that.” 

“It's okay. I don’t mind.” He presses an innocent kiss to your forehead, letting out a contented sigh.  

“I just don’t like it when people try to take what’s mine.” 

“Don’t worry, I promise I won’t leave you. Ever.” You tilt your head up to meet eyes with him, and your heart warms when you see the small smile on his face.  

“I know.”  

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[ueidesign]

CAN WE PLEASE TALK ABOUT THIS ?

Because i saw someone on X putting these two pic next to each other, and i couldn't stop thinking about it all day and had to write a loooonnngg paragraph to explain how beautiful and well considered these covers are

i see hidden meaning all over it, and im screaming!

In the first one (Mimir Yamato), all the other members are awake, some are chatting , some are just staring at the camera WHILE two members are looking else where, which is the sleeping Yama, and as u can see in the pic up there, These two are Riku and Mitsu

And this is insane cuz u know well my fellow i7 lovers how important Mitsu was in Yamato's character development, so it makes a lot of sense that he is genuinely worried about him (BESTIES FR)

As for Riku , im not so sure about it, so feel free to correct me if it's wrong

Riku has always received some kind of different treatment from Yamato , and we see that a lot if u rewatch the series like me for 1000 times

So naturally, Riku would also feel the same way as Yamato does toward him !

Another thing to add about Riku is that both he and Yamato are VERY important members to the group

Riku being the center - Yama being the leader

Hence, they both burden a lot of pressure in keeping the group together

As for the second pic, the memebers are all asleep while Yamato is wide awake (being silly and bad boy)

Refrencing how serious he is in keeping his friend protected, away from harm even in their weakness (sleeping)

Not to forget

That Yamato indeeed was ready to leave the group behind just to keep them safe from all the bad gossip and reputation they would gain if his "secret" was to get exposed

Last point I would like to add,and it is more like a simple comparison

In the first pic the colors are soft and pastely

Showing i7 idol image of being a lively fun and innocent group

However, in the second one (Yamato's center song album pic), it has Yama own characteristic in it only, which is a dark gloomy adult like theme

I don't want to go into too much depth into the colours cuz i won't shutup then

But to keep it short , dark colors tend to have some heavy meanings to them

And from the way i analyse this , isn't this how Yamato views celebrities, unpure fake, and complete liers...

Btw im very normal about Yamato

Don't mind me , just a humble designer passing by

#idolish7 spoilers #idolish seven #idolish7 #i7 #ainana #idolish7yamato #yamachan #nikaido yamato #yamato nikaido #mitsuki izumi #riku nanase #アイナナ

[lees-chaotic-brain]

Angel (Ages 5-13)

Points in time through your friendship with Bakugou, from its beginning, to its transformation into love, to its demise. Inspired by Angel Pt. 2 by Fast and Furious (feat. Jimin)

Word Count: 2,655

CW: mentions of injury, some violence less than canon-typical though, reader uses female pronouns, hurt/no comfort, angst angst angst, mental health struggles, mentions of self-hatred

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When you were five years old you and Bakugou lay sprawled on soft green grass. You closed your eyes, the fading sunlight painted the inside of your eyelids a pinkish orange. Inhaling deeply, you enjoyed the peace and tranquility of the moment.

Just minutes ago, Bakugou had declared the trek up the hill a race and shot in front of you, determinedly pumping his legs in an effort to win. Screeching that it wasn’t fair, that he got a head start, you raced after him, catching him just in time to tie. The buzz of cicadas filled the heavy summer air swirling languidly through your neighborhood; the quiet soundtrack of summer.

Fluffy clouds painted pink and orange in the light of the sunset drifted high above you in the sky. At your young age this was the happiest you had ever been. After a long day filled with squeals of laughter, and getting into mischief with your best friend you were exhausted, but content. Suddenly feeling sentimental, you rolled over and poked your friend’s shoulder. Said his name once to make sure you got his attention.

And on the evening of that perfect summer day you extended your pinky and interlocked it with Bakugou’s, forever sealing the promise the two of you made.

“Hey, we’ll always be this happy, right? We’ll always be best friends.” 

“Tch. What, are you stupid? Of course we will. From now to forever.”

When you were seven years old the two of you had already made plans to become heroes and open your own agency together. And to Bakugou being a hero meant beating up any and all bad guys. Always winning the fight. Some boys stole your lunch money? Well then they were villains, and he had no choice but to take them on. So what if they were a few grades older than you? They were thieves and had to be punished. If he didn’t put them in their place, how could he call himself a hero? 

Walking across the uneven gray concrete behind the school, he approached the group of older boys and gave them his signature look. A promise of violence gleamed in his ruby red eyes as a cocky smirk pulled at the baby fat still adorning his cheeks. Calling out to the extras he got their attention before charging at them, sparks flashing in his palms.

When you found him later his clothes were disheveled but a look of smug satisfaction was painted across his face. Rushing over, you check him for injuries, brushing the dust and dirt off him and straightening his clothes. Other than a small red scrape on his cheek from skidding across the concrete and little burns on his wrists where the sparks from his quirk had burned him he appeared mostly unharmed. Suspecting the answer to your question but still needing to confirm your suspicions you demand that he tell you what happened. With an air of arrogance, he regales you with his tale of victory over the evil extras, hamming it up to impress you, carefully watching your reaction as he recounts his story.

After he finishes the tale, you sigh and tell him you wish he would be more careful. But he saw the admiring sparkle in your eyes as he told his tale. He knows that deep down you were impressed. And that’s enough for him. 

“You really need to think more often before you charge in.”

“As if, I’m gonna be the strongest, remember? No extra is ever gonna take me down.”

When you were nine years old it had become a running joke in the Bakugou family that you were ‘Katsuki’s angel.’ And although he always protested and fake gagged when his parents called you that, inside he secretly liked the idea that you and him were meant to be together. The first time Mitsuki called you Katsuki’s angel, it was Katsuki’s birthday, and Mitsuki was trying to wrangle him into a custom made suit jacket she had designed especially for him. Chasing him around the house screaming obscenities and calling him an ungrateful brat she tried to force him into his gift. Katsuki had been screaming back at his mother, hurdling over comfortable yet tasteful couches and using his quirk to evade her every movement. Then you walked in, and the second he noticed you Katsuki skidded to a halt, clamping his mouth shut at your disapproving look. 

Walking over to him, you cuffed him on the ear and firmly told him that he shouldn’t call his mother an old hag, and that he should be grateful she went out of her way to make such a nice present for him. Opening his mouth to retort, all it took was one disappointed glance from you and he was turning to face his mother. Grumpily he muttered out a half-assed apology and allowed himself to be tucked into the perfectly tailored jacket. It was a smooth, rich, smoky gray with orange embroidered accents. Honestly it was so nice it seemed a little obscene to give as a gift to an unappreciative nine year old. But you were entranced by it.

Stepping closer to Katsuki, you couldn’t help but run your hands over the front of his jacket, marveling at the texture and the intricate work of the embroidery. Not noticing the pink flush that tinted Katsuki’s cheeks, you ran your hands along his chest admiring the jacket. “It’s so pretty.” You muttered it quietly under your breath, but Mitsuki heard it. Perking up, she announced that she was so glad that you liked it, because she had a matching dress made for you! Surprise!

Quickly waving your hands and telling her that she didn’t need to do that, protesting that you couldn’t accept a gift that nice (your parents had raised you to be a polite young woman, and while they failed in most regards you had still managed to retain some manners) and that she should give it to someone else. Insisting that the only person the dress was meant for was you, Mitsuki dragged you upstairs and gently helped you into it. It was a lighter shade of gray than Katsuki’s suit, and the accents were a paler shade of orange, closer to the color of the sunset than a violent shade of neon orange, but it was undeniably a match to Katsuki’s jacket. 

Self-conscious because it was your first time wearing something that luxurious, you anxiously asked Mitsuki if she was sure she was okay with you having it. Reassuring you that she had made it for you and that you looked beautiful she led you downstairs and called for her son, asking him what he thought of it. 

Stomping angrily out of the other room and demanding to know what was so important he stopped when he saw you, his eyes softening as he gaped. Looking down, you nervously played with the hem of your new dress. When he didn’t say anything, you apologized, saying that it wasn’t right for you to match with him because it was birthday and you didn’t want to take any attention away from him. Turning, you began walking up the stairs but paused when you heard him speak. Quieter than you had ever heard him speak before, he told you that he didn’t care about stupid things like matching, and that it suited you. The last part was spoken in a near whisper, then he scoffed and stormed away, loudly griping about how annoying all the females in his life are.

Later that night when Mitsuki was talking to Masaru, she mentioned Katsuki’s behavior towards you. Recounting the events, she wondered about his change of attitude when it came to you, pondering aloud if perhaps you were some sort of angel sent to make their son behave. Unbeknownst to her, Katsuki had been coming downstairs for a glass of water and heard everything, quietly sitting on the stairs eavesdropping as he wondered what the strange feeling inside his chest was.

“I’m telling you,He was gentle! I’ve never seen our son so sweet and well-behaved. It’s like she’s his own personal angel, sent to make him behave!”

Hm. His own personal angel…well, you were a little too aggressive and sarcastic to be considered an angel, but for some reason the idea of you being his angel pleased him.

When you were eleven years old you asked Bakugou to stop fighting your fights for you. When you were younger, you held your own against anyone who came your way, but as the two of you grew up he became more and more protective until it got to the point he was fighting all your fights for you, not allowing you to intervene. What he didn’t realize was that having an explosive guard dog at you back 24/7 only made things worse for you. For one thing, it made you feel bad about yourself. All your life you had prided yourself on being strong, a bit of a wild child, and a lot more rough and tumble than the other girls your age. While the other girls your age had pretend tea parties and played with dolls you wrestled with the boys in the grass, often beating them. But when Bakugou fought for you he made you feel weak, like he didn’t believe you could hold your own when you knew you could.

In your opinion, every pair of pants with the knees ripped, every callous, every scrape and cut, every grass stain and bloody nose was a mark of pride. It was a mark of your strength, a sign that even the boys couldn’t beat you. Screw the patriarchy! But your female classmates disagreed. They would gossip about you in loud stages whispers as you walked by, wondering if you were even a girl, and that it was no wonder you were friends with all the boys with that haircut. You looked exactly like one of them. 

When Bakugou caught wind of it, he wasted no time giving each of them the verbal beatdown of their lives, unaware that one of them was the younger sister of an eighth grader. After the humiliating experience she had gone to her older brother, and now some older boys were constantly harassing you, shoving you around and mocking you. Your pride didn’t permit you to tell Bakugou, and honestly you saw this as a perfect opportunity to prove your own strength not just to everyone else, but to yourself as well. But before you could confront the group of boys, Bakugou caught wind of the bullying and was demanding to know why you didn’t tell him.

Bluntly, you told him it was because you wanted to take care of it yourself without him. A little stung, he asked why you wouldn’t let him help you. Was it because you thought he wasn’t strong enough? Exasperated, you explained that no, it wasn’t because you thought he was weak, but because he was treating you like you were weak. 

While he understood what you were saying, and felt guilty for making you feel that way, he still demanded to at least be present when you took on the boys. You were okay with it, as long as he promised to not get involved. With a little smirk, he agreed, saying his only intention was to watch his best friend kick some ass. 

And true to his word, he sat on the sidelines, not getting involved. Although, he was the loudest one cheering you on as you wiped the floor with those assholes.

“What? You didn’t think a girl could beat you up? Huh? Speak up.”

“Hell yeah! That’s my best friend. Get ‘em! Punch his teeth in!”

When you were thirteen, you were truly disappointed and angry with Katsuki for the first time in your ten years of friendship. For years, there had been tension between you and him about the way he treated Izuku, someone the two of you had been friends with since you were small. While Katsuki went out of his way to be cruel and derogatory towards Izuku because he was quirkless, you remained good friends with Izuku, often sticking up for him.

That cruel behavior had been the cause of many arguments between the two of you as you tried to understand why he treated Izuku the way he did. You knew that Katsuki was a good person, and while he was your best friend and you wanted to always support him, you couldn’t condone his behavior. This created a weird limbo where you helped Izuku out as much as possible while at the same time giving Katsuki space in regards to the matter, hoping he would eventually work out whatever was obviously going on inside of his head. But no more.

You had been waiting for Katsuki at your usual spot, ready to walk home together but ten minutes had passed and you were impatient so you went to find him. Walking through the clean well-lit halls of your school you headed to his homeroom, stopping when you heard his voice. Assuming that he was just having a conversation with his friends, you marched into the classroom fully prepared to drag him out because you wanted to go home-but nothing could have prepared you for hearing Katsuki tell Izuku to take a swan dive off a building and pray he had a quirk in his next life.

Frozen, you couldn’t believe what you just heard. Because there was no way that Katsuki -your Katsuki- had said something that vile. But he had, and seconds after the ugly, vicious words had spilled from his lips your hand came into contact with the side of his face with a harsh resounding smack. Hand flying up to cup his smarting cheek, he looked at you in shock. Not expecting you to continue, he wasn’t fast enough to block the unforgiving knee you crashed into his ribcage, nor the fist you sent flying at his face. He staggered back, coughing as blood dripped from his nose. Snapping his head up prepared to scream at you, he stopped short at the look on your face. You were looking at him like you didn’t recognize him, disgust and anger painted clear across your pretty features. 

Not even bothering to speak to him, you turned and walked over to Izuku, quietly asking him if he was okay. You helped him gather up his stuff, packing his backpack and retrieving his notebook from where Katsuki had sent it flying. Slinging an arm around Izuku’s shoulders, you walked with him out of the classroom, straight past the shell-shocked Katsuki, not even sparing him a glance. 

Later that night when Katsuki stormed over to your house to “apologize,” you were cold, and laid down an ultimatum: decide between being an insecure asshole, and being your friend. As long as he treated Izuku that way you wouldn’t and couldn’t support him. For the first time since the promise you made when you were five, Katsuki was worried about the state of your friendship. So, he managed to somewhat pull it together, ignoring Izuku for the rest of eighth grade instead of tormenting him. But he would never forget the feeling of your anger and fists being turned on him, or the look of pain and disgust you had leveled at him. No. That look was forever ingrained in his memories, reminding himself why he had to be better. He had to be a person worthy of your friendship and affection.

“‘M sorry I guess. Don’t know why you would pick that quirkless loser over me though.”

“This. This is my problem. Get out of my house. Get out of my house and stay out until you can figure out how to be a decent human being. Until then, stay the hell away from me.”

Alright! That's part one! Let me know if you want to be tagged in part two!

#lee's brain writes #this took me so long but i think it was worth it #because it took me so long i would really appreciate if you guys gave it a little extra love #bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #bakugou x female reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #angst #hurt/no comfort

[rabbitenn]

Okok I have a kinda silly req

Yuki, Mitsu, and any other boy of your choice reacting to their s/o surprising them dressing as a bunny (whether cute or sexy you decide) at their house? XD

RABBILOVE.

Maybe he likes your little surprise a little too much.

ft. Yuki, Izumi Mistuki, Kujo Tenn, Izumi Iori x gn! reader.

cw/genre: fluff, a teensy bit heated in Yuki’s and Tenn’s but still very much fluff.

hey, hey, nonnie ! This is such a cute request, thank you so much for the idea <3 I hope you like the rest of the boys I picked hehe. My apologies that this is kind of late, hopefully you’ll still enjoy….

♡ YUKI

— You knew Yuki wasn’t exactly the most adamant at expressing his emotions through words.

— With that cool facade of his, sometimes, you couldn’t help but tease him a little, just for the pleasure to see him at a loss for words.

— That is the reason you orchestrated this whole plan, after all.

— With a mischievous smile, you take out the black suit you had just purchased, alongside a pair of fishnet thighs and black bunny ears.

— Looking at it now, the suit seems more revealing than you had expected… Well, you already invested the money, so might as well carry on with your little machinations.

— Yeah, it definitely is way smaller than you had imagined, practically leaving nothing to imagination.

— You hold your heating cheeks as you examine yourself in the mirror. Then shake your head: no, this is good, actually. This is meant to fluster Yuki, it’s going to work.

— Just as you make your way out of your shared room, the front door clicks open.

— “[Y/n], dear, I’m home.” Yuki greets. You observe from the corridor as he settles on the couch.

— Silently approaching from behind, you wrap your arms around his shoulders.

“Welcome home, Yuki ~” You sing-song, tone playful.

— You walk around the sofa, finally sitting next to him, your legs crossed.

— An intense peachy hue rises to your lover’s pale cheeks. You relish in the way he’s trying so hard to keep a straight face.

— “Is something the matter, Yuki?” You tease, facing him, taking a lock of his hair and twirling it between your fingers.

— “I…” He swallows, his icy eyes very obviously roaming through your curves. Then, he covers his face with his hands. “How am I supposed to resist when you look this good?” He mumbles, his tone whiny.

— You chuckle as a response.

“Oh, Yuki, you can be incredibly cute.” You tell him, cuddling up against his side.

— You think he’s cute, but his mind right now is running with all kinds of passionate thoughts.

That, however, is a story for another day.

♡ IZUMI MITSUKI

— The weather was getting cold, and with, it the sun set too early, the vibrant clouds of dusk fading to black all too soon.

— You didn’t mind that much, your boyfriend was brighter and warmer than any sun, anyway.

— But tonight, you miss him. You had come to the dorms to spend the night with him, but he and the rest of the boys were taking longer than usual.

— You sigh, laying on your boyfriend’s bed. You wish you could cuddle with him now… But you know how important the work he does is to him, and you want to support him through it all.

— Turning on your side, you spot something orange and soft-looking folded on one corner of the bed.

— It’s his hoodie, the one with rabbit ears.

— You smile, picking it up, hugging it against your chest. It smells like him and it looks so comfy… Would it really be that bad if you were to try it on?

— You miss Mitsuki, and you’re all alone here, plus it’s starting to get cold…

— Listening to those reasons you yourself came up with, you shrug the hoodie on, pulling on the hood, fluffy rabbit ears sticking out.

— It’s so soft… And comfortable… And warm… You could certainly fall asleep right now.

— And that’s exactly what you do.

— Sweet dreams of your cute partner grace your sleep.

— That is, until you hear the dorm’s door and various voices filling the otherwise empty space.

— You stand up in a hurry, running to welcome them back, especially Mitsuki.

— “Mitsu!” You exclaim, engulfing him in a hug as soon as he steps through the door.

— “Hey, [Y/n]!” He has time to say, before bracing himself as to not topple to the ground when you throw your arms around him.

— He chuckles. “You really missed me that much, baby? Oh, what are you wearing?” The idol asks, as he places his hands on your shoulders.

— Your face heats up, you totally forgot to remove his sweatshirt.

— You go to pull off its hood but Mitsuki stops you.

— “Leave it on, my lovely.” Your boyfriend smiles, patting your head. “You look adorable.”

— You bury your face in the crook of his neck. You’re so happy he’s here with you now.

— And so is Mitsuki. He missed you a lot too. Plus, returning home to you wearing his clothes is certainly a nice surprise, especially when you look so cute.

♡ KUJO TENN

— You had been a little worried about your boyfriend.

— He works so hard, and tries to make everyone happy, which led to him recently having been hospitalized due to overwork.

— And yet, he was stubborn enough, that in order to avoid worrying and disappointing his fans, he showed up at the concert anyway, offering his usual perfect performance.

— Your heart broke a little when you saw how exhausted he was afterwards… You really want to do something for him.

— However, now that you ponder it, you are really not sure this has been a great idea.

— Sure, the pink bunny costume is cute enough, with the white fluffy ears to go with it, and the lacy white stockings… But will you be able to live up to any expectations Tenn might have had?

— Well, you’re already all dressed up and your boyfriend deserves to be pampered, so you raise your chin and go to join him in your room.

— As soon as you as much as crack the door open, Tenn raises his gaze from his phone, looking your way.

— With a gasp, you close the door between you.

— No, you’re so not ready for this… But you want him to feel loved…

— “[Y/n]?” You hear your boyfriend from the other side of the door. ��Are you there? Is everything alright, my love?”

— “Y-yes!” You squeak. “I’m okay.”

— Tenn tries to open the door.

— “No, Tenn! Wait. Don’t look!” You take a deep breath. Okay, you can do this. “Can you close your eyes for a moment, please?” You ask him, your tone bashful.

— “Alright. Done.” You hear the amused lilt of his voice.

— Carefully, you enter the room, coming to stand right before him.

— “Okay, you can open your eyes now, Tenn…” You shyly utter.

— And oh, is he happy at the sight. Maroon eyes widen, a color not very different from the one on your costume dusting over the angelic pallor of his complexion.

— You look so utterly cute… And the way you act so shy is just so endearing…

— “I wanted… to surprise you with something nice… because you work so hard for everyone…” You mumble, fiddling with the frilly pink miniskirt. “Do you… Do you like it?” You ask, averting your gaze to the side.

— “I love you.” Are the words Tenn utters, as his hands take hold of your waist and his forehead rests against yours.

— Your breath hitches at his sudden proximity, eyes fixated on his dilating pupils as he takes you in.

— “Tenn…” You breathe out. “I love you too…”

— “Now, how about I give my bunny a secret night?” He whispers, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

— “Tenn!” You whisper-shout. “Tonight is about you, so let me spoil you, hm?” You retort, encouraged, as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, noses inches apart.

— “Expect me to return the favor, though.” Tenn smiles, as he leaves a tender kiss on your jawline, starlight lashes tickling you as he trails towards your sweet lips.

— Oh, this had definitely been a good idea.

♡ IZUMI IORI

— You were very aware Iori loved cute things, no matter how much he tried to play it cool.

— You saw the bento boxes his brother prepared for him and how he took pictures of them with shiny eyes.

— So much so that, lately, you had started helping Mitsuki prepare your boyfriend’s lunch boxes.

— But, somehow, this didn’t feel enough for all the things Iori did for you; from helping you with your classes, to taking you on dates he knew you’d like, to caring for you when you were sick… He works so hard for everyone, performing and helping manage IDOLiSH7…

— So, one afternoon, you decide to surprise him.

— You had accorded to meet at your house to study together, thus, this was the perfect moment to do something for him.

— You look at yourself in the mirror, adjusting the soft bunny onesie you had bought.

— You knew Iori was weak to this kind of cute stuff (see, you actually had to refrain yourself from buying a matching one for him. As much as you’d love seeing him in one, you don’t want to overwhelm him).

— As soon as you hear your doorbell, you run to the door, knowing it’s him (he’s never late).

— “Iori!” You greet him, with a wide smile.

— He gasps, slamming the door shut behind him.

— Those deep night sky eyes of his are averted, stealing furtive glances in your direction.

— ‘Too cute! Too cute!’ He thinks, as he tries not to stand there, just staring like an idiot in love (which he very much is).

— But he just can’t admit that so blatantly.

— So he clears his throat. “[Y/n], we have homework to do, don’t we?” He tries, in his usual cool tone.

— “Just admit that you want a matching one already, will you?” You chuckle, poking his cheek.

— His blush deepens. Then:

“No, seeing you look this cute is enough.”

— You giggle, placing a sweet kiss to his cheek and leading him by the hand into your room.

— Needless to say, Iori kept messing up his math problems that afternoon.

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[bnuuybee-writes]

hi!! we have a fictive of muichiro in our system, and we were just wondering if you'd be able or willing to write an agere drabble with cg mitsuri and little mui? if not that's totally fine!! you can add in any of the hashira too, if you'd like <3 - 🌸💫

Little Daydreamer (regressor muichiro tokito hcs)

author's note: omg hi !!! i would love to! unfortunately, I don't exactly have the spoons for a whole drabble, but I can do some cg hashira & agere muichiro, with a focus on cg mitsuri! i love doing agere content, esp since i'm a regressor myself! some of the habits, i'm going to be drawing from my own experience, but i do feel like they'd fit muichiro too!!!

nicknames: gogo - gyomei; mitsi - mitsuri; nemi - sanemi; yuyu - giyuu; banban - obanai; shibu - shinobu; tenten - tengen; goku - rengoku

cws: vent regression; trauma; flashbacks; tooth-rotting fluff; some of em are trauma cgs if you squint; mentions of their pasts

Little Muichiro is normally an easy child. One might say he's an angel or even a little spacey boy.

But, the times where Muichiro play regresses are rare and far between.

Normally, it's something that upsets the Mist Hashira to the point where he needs that sense of protection.

Whether it be a particularly rough mission, a reminder of his past, or even someone slamming their hand down on a table (coughsanemicough) Muichiro will shrink back.

The signs are subtle, and sometimes he'd go a whole day without being noticed that he slipped... Unless he's around Mitsuri.

Mitsuri Kanroji

He's always trusted the Love Hashira with his regressed self. She just had this maternal factor to her that made him feel safe.

So when Mitsuri notices Muichiro's brow slightly furrowed or him biting softly on his lip, she springs into action.

"Hi there little one. Do you wanna come with Mama Mitsu? Wanna talk about it?" She would ask, kneeling down to Muichiro's height and holding out her hand.

Muichiro, being a nonverbal little, would obviously not want to talk about it, just give vague details. When he does speak, it's in a hushed voice in Mitsuri's ear.

"Scawy... Dun' like... Wan' baba..."

Mitsuri immediately understands and takes Muichiro by the hand, taking him to a secluded, calming area and giving him a child's cup and a small wood pacifier with the nib made out of natural rubber.

When the other Hashira took notice, they didn't know what to do, though Mitsuri advised them to just treat him like a child.

So, they did... With varying degrees of success.

(other hashira cgs under the cut !!!)

Gyomei Himejima

Poor guy didn't know what to do when Muichiro started crying after he fell over and scraped his knee

He's blind, not like he could see the wound. So, obviously, he calls Shinobu over.

While she tends to the wound, Gyomei then thinks of something to help Muichiro stop wailing.

He then remembers a song his mother sang to him whenever the Rock Hashira was crying as a child. So, he gently takes Muichiro into his arms and sings.

The soft rumble of his chest and soothing breath lulls Muichiro into a nap, the little one curling into the burly man's chest.

When I tell you this man started sobbing.

And when Muichiro gives Gyomei the nickname gogo, he melts and happily accepts the title.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Sanemi immediately grows protective of Muichiro

He's the oldest of five kids, he doesn't want to see someone he considers another little brother to get hurt

So when the Wind Hashira sees the child upset, he immediately springs into action, wiping the little one's tears away with a gentle hand.

"Ey, ey, none'a that, li'l one. C'mon, what's wrong? Wha'cha need, kiddo?"

He hates seeing Muichiro cry. Not because he doesn't like when kids cry or display emotion...

It reminds him of the times where his father got to his siblings before he can.

"Nemi... Wan up... Wan nemi..." The two year old would mumble, making grabby hands for the white-haired male.

So, of course, Sanemi would oblige. And he will carry Muichiro until he wants to be let down or Sanemi has to do something.

Also, whenever Sanemi is about to cuss, he stops and replaces it with a censored word. Or tell Muichiro to "use earmuffs", aka cover his ears.

"I've only had little Muichiro for about two minutes. But if anything were to happen to him, I will take out everyone in this room and then myself."

Protective big brother

Giyuu Tomioka

Is this how Tsutako felt...?

As he shushes the crying child, patting his back and rocking him while sitting on the floor, Giyuu's mind trails back to his late sister.

She's always been something of a mother to him, since theirs was absent and Giyuu never knew her due to her dying during his birth.

He remembers how Tsutako calmed him when he was near-inconsolable like how Muichiro is now.

Whenever Giyuu woke up from nightmares, his sister will hold his head to her chest, against her heart, and sing...

So Giyuu does that. His voice is soft as he presses Muichiro's head against his heart, the soft beating and swaying rhythm calming the wailing toddler.

"As long as I'm here, no one can hurt you... Don't wanna lie here, but you can learn to... If I can change the way that you see yourself... You wouldn't wonder why, dear, they don't deserve you..."

The crying would subside into small sniffles and coughs from ragged breathing. Giyuu would sigh with relief, thankful that trick still works.

He then gets Muichiro some dango to cheer up, eating it with the small Hashira in his lap.

Obanai Iguro

He's afraid he's going to hurt the kid.

Muichiro is volatile as it is, and he doesn't want to upset the child further.

Mitsuri said that if he's just patient, he'll be okay.

But he feels it wearing a bit thin when Muichiro starts fussing and he doesn't know what to do. and Mitsuri's out on a mission.

So, Obanai just sits there, paralyzed and not knowing what to do as Muichiro fusses.

And then... He just scoops the kiddo up and holds him.

"Hey, uh... I dunno what's goin' on with you... But I'ma try 'nd be here, 'kay? Y'at least deserve that much..."

He remembers those nights in that damn clan... Well, it was more of a cult than a clan. In that wood cage, isolated and prone to the elements.

He remembers wishing for someone to hold him. To give him that warmth in the frigid loneliness.

So, he wants to be that for the volatile Muichiro. He wants to be that warmth.

He wants to be the person he never got as a kid... So, he stays by Muichiro when the other Hashira are busy and can't take up babysitting at the moment.

After all... Being called "banban!!" isn't too bad...

Shinobu Kocho

Besides Mitsuri, Muichiro also trusts Shinobu with his regression.

Mitsuri was the first one to inform Shinobu of Muichiro's littlespace when he was sick once and vent regressed.

Shinobu, being good with kids, immediately knew what to do.

While in the Butterfly Mansion recovering, Muichiro would be practically doted on by Shinobu, Kanao and Aoi.

The attention was a bit much when the three crowded him, causing him to fuss. So, for a couple days, it was just Shinobu tending to him.

When she tried giving him medicine and he refused, she then approached it differently.

"Sweetie, I know the medicine is icky, but you have to take it if you want to play with Mitsi again... Tell you what - You can take it in a cup and drink water after... Or I can mix it with some tea so it's not as icky."

Muichiro contemplates the question before uttering "tea...", sniffling from a runny nose.

Afterwards, Shinobu tells him how brave he is for taking a big step through bigger emotions. He hugs her, clinging to her robes and calls her "Shibu..."

The name makes her melt almost instantly.

After he feels better, he plays with Kanao and Aoi in the courtyard, laughing and jovial again while Mitsuri comes to pick him up.

Tengen Uzui

Tengen is considered the fun uncle.

That being said, he isn't as laid back as Rengoku is.

He gives the kid structure, something he never had growing up in a shinobi clan.

And if Muichiro accidentally messes with something, it's gently explained to him.

"Hey there, li'l guy. If you do that, then you'll get super hurt, 'nd we don't want that, huh?"

Muichiro would nod and feel guilty before Tengen hugs him and explains no, kid, 'm not mad, just worried about you.

The wives adore Muichiro.

Hinatsuru helps him calm down and practices deep breathing with him when his emotions get really high.

Makio play-chases him around the house, making Muichiro laugh.

And whenever Muichiro cries, he cries with Suma. The two let out their emotions together, hugging each other and being the support for the other.

Life at Tenten's house is fun for Muichiro, and he knows no matter what that he's safe and loved there.

Kyojuro Rengoku

Ohhhhhh my goodness.

If this man isn't the embodiment of chaos now, then put him on babysitting duty for Muichiro.

There's a reason there has to be two adults present when Rengoku has Muichiro under his care.

Rengoku is the type of caregiver who will do things the actual caregiver tells them not to with a sly "don't tell cg" and a laugh.

When he starts trying to get onto Muichiro about something he shouldn't be doing, he immediately stops and wants in on it, too.

"Up, bupbupbup, what'd we say 'bout candy before dinner?... Actually... 'Ey lemme have some'a that, looks good-"

When he carries Muichiro, he carries him over his shoulder like a sack of rice, so when someone calls for him he just-

"Hey, Rengoku-san!"

*spins around rlly fast, making Muichiro give those baby belly giggles* "Yeah?"

This doesn't mean he isn't serious during the tougher times. He will become fiercely protective over an injured/crying Muichiro.

"Whoever decided to put their hands on my sunshine, please come outside so I can peacefully break your legs :)"

'Goku is a very playful and protective bubba, 'nd no one can tell me otherwise.

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[bonbonthedragon]

How am I to Recover When I am to Blame?

Fem!reader x Bakugou

Note: hiiiii I got bored and inspired

Warnings: slight nfsw, angst, fluff, mostly angst

Part 2 is here 👉 💔

She gasped when the cold of the marble counter hit her waist, his hand resting onto her hip, the other grazing her cheek until it stayed there, and he held her. Bakugou leaned down just enough for his lips to graze her jaw, giving enough force to have her head tilted and left easy access to the underlining of her neck. (Y/n) couldn’t help the sound that escaped her, a gentle sigh to the feeling. He hummed.

“Katsuki- ah” he just kept going, her hands gripping tight to the edge, that bouncing pleasure hitting every bone throughout her body. “We can’t- can’t keep doing this-“

He knew

“We’re not together.”

No, not anymore.

“You divorced me.”

Fuck

“You left me- ah!”

“I know” and he pressed his lips to hers, silencing the soft whimpers to wet skilled nothingness.

Bakugou pressed his tongue heavy to hers, greedy for access. It didn’t take much convincing, her hands stretching up to his back just to ball the shirt in knots. He pressed further, so rough compared to anyone else yet he cradled her head with such tenderness. Pure pleasure trickled and thudded against her abdomen, sparking into a red hot fire that she missed all too much, that she had known all too well at a time. She had to stop this, but no wasn’t coming out, no, instead she felt her hips twitch, just grazing his front. He huffed a heavy sigh before moving his arms around her to pick her up and set her gently onto the counter.

He had built this counter, when they moved in. He had actually almost stapled his hand to the damn wood that held it, he had the scar, that scar trailing up with his hands as they followed up her back. She shivered when the snap of her bra came undone. Bakugou fingered the hem of her shirt, pulling up.

“Mama!”

(Y/n) gasped and Bakugou froze, he let go of the shirt. Little Mitsuma came waddling in, so small and swaddled in his blanket.

“Mitsu!” His mother squeaked, shoving the boys father away. He was supposed to be getting dressed.

“Look I got in my jammies all by myself!” The child squeaked

Both the adults paused, admiring the young one, such a perfect blend of both. His hair curled a ash-blond, eyes a (y/e/c) hue and skin so smooth. They melted. She could feel her knees weaken.

“Oh baby-“ (y/n) cooed, scooping him up.

“Daddy’s still here” he noted, smiling and looking at his mother.

“Yes- he was just leaving-thank you for dropping him off”

“(Y/n)…” Katsuki tried, until his eyes set on the small gem stone on her finger, that crystal orb sparkling. So unfamiliar, not at all like the ring he had gifted her when he proposed. Actually, the one he had made was a obsidian band, no gem, no diamond of any kind. Yet, an inscription; This is Us.

He could almost laugh about it, mind directly going to when she had pulled her own ring out when he went down on one knee. The idea seemed to be shared, and while he took forever to find the right thing to engrave onto the ring for her, the one she had slid on his finger just had a small star on the inside. The same stars she always drew on him back in school.

“I’ll see you next week, yeah?”

His head snapped back up, trying hard not to be frowning so much. The man shoved his hands in his pockets, letting his gaze wonder around and set one the family photos. All hung with a smiling family, his son, his ex-wife, and her husband. A few consisted of him, only ones with little Mitsuma and him in it, but that was it.

“This has to be the last time.”

Again his attention came clear. (Y/n) had now let down the boy, reaching for a bottle of wine and a thin tall glass. She poured it nearly to the top.

She shook her head. “I’m…Katsuki, I’m married. I love Kaito, and he loves me. This isn’t right, you know it.” The wine swirled in the cup, tipping to fall into her awaiting mouth.

“I love you” he mumbled.

That had her freezing, taking the drink away. Something of grief casted a haunting shadow over her, clearly trying so hard not to cry, not to let her son see her like this. She looked away.

“You should head home now, it’s getting late.” (Y/n) watched as Mitsuma left the room and into the bathroom. “You being here will only confuse him.”

He opened his mouth, then shut it. Bakugou sighed. “Oi! Squirt! Don’t make me leave without telling me bye, damn it!”

The little one came running into the living room, jumping into his dads arms with a big hug and kiss on his stubbly cheek. Bakugou huffed, setting him down and ruffling his hair before going out the door.

“See ya next week, kid.”

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[swiftmitsu]

MITSU YOU ARE SO NICE AND YOUR ART TASTES VERY SOFT AND NUMMY

AHHHHHHHHHHHH *mwah

UUEUEUEUUU

THANK YOU NACHO HEUAHAJJS 🥺💛💛✨💛💛✨✨💛💫💫✨✨💛✨💫

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[best-underrated-anime]

Best Underrated Anime Group H Round 2: #H5 vs #H8

#H5: Middle school soft tennis club deals with trauma

#H8: Zombies make really good music

Details and poll under the cut!

#H5: Stars Align (Hoshiai no Sora)

Summary:

Constantly outperformed by the girls' club, the boys' soft tennis club faces disbandment due to their poor skills and lack of positive results in matches. In desperate need of members, Toma Shinjou is looking to recruit capable players, but he fails to scout anyone. Enter Maki Katsuragi, a new transfer student who demonstrates great reflexes when he catches a stray cat in his classroom, instantly capturing Toma's attention. With his interest piqued, Toma ambitiously asks Maki to join the boys' team but is quickly rejected, as Maki doesn't wish to join any clubs. Toma refuses to back down and ends up persuading Maki—only under the condition that Toma will pay him for his participation and cover other club expenses.

As Maki joins the team, his incredible form and quick learning allow him to immediately outshine the rest of the team. Although this gives rise to conflict among the boys, Maki challenges and pushes his fellow team members to not only keep up with his seemingly natural talent, but also drive them to devote themselves to the game they once neglected.

Propaganda 1:

Covers a wide variety of issues and gets into the nitty-gritty of the often under-prosecuted instances of child abuse in Japanese society. Multiple LGBT characters, subversions of gender roles, a simple but appealing art style, and some really talented seiyuu to top it all off.

Propaganda 2:

This series is so amazing even though it was cut halfway through (and the trigger warnings, mainly in regard to the environments many of the characters live in) make it difficult to suggest at times. It’s half a sports anime and half a drama, switching between the sports sections and explorations of the lives of the characters involved, the latter of which is the part I really adore. The story discusses the heavily discussed topic of abuse pretty well and also has a good handle on discussions about things like gender (specifically in regard to a canon non-binary character, though there is also a minor character who is a trans man who is also discussed) that I haven’t seen too many other series address, or at least not to the effectiveness of this story. The characters also just have so much charm and compliment each other well, and I love watching them get closer and interact. They’re buddies, and I adore the boys soft tennis team plus Yuu and Mitsue (+ Arashi I guess. He’s from a different school’s team and directly opposed the team, but he very quickly becomes their friend afterwards), as well as all of their dynamics. It’s not a watch for when you’re looking strictly to have a fun time or looking for a complete story, but it’s an amazing story regardless. Also, I love the opening and ending songs so much. I wish this series got its season two so much because it’s so good, I don’t think I did it justice at all.

Trigger Warnings:

Child abuse: Most of the cast is from an abusive household, including mcs.

Domestic abuse: Off-screen/implied, parent of a main character.

Gender/sexuality discrimination: From a parent to a non-binary character + from bullies to a gay character.

Emotional abuse: Some major characters have emotionally abuse parents, this is shown on-screen.

Minor injuries: Blisters, bruises, one scene with plenty of blood but clarified to just be a minor head wound afterwards. etc.

#H8: Zombieland Saga

Summary:

Sakura Minamoto dreams of becoming an idol. Unfortunately, reality hits her like a truck, and she dies in a sudden traffic accident. Ten years later, she wakes up in Saga Prefecture, only to find herself a zombie with no memory of her past. While still coming to terms with her demise, she meets a man named Koutarou Tatsumi, who explains that he has resurrected her and six other zombie girls from different eras for the purpose of economically revitalizing Saga by means of an idol group. Assuming the role of an abrasive manager, Koutarou begins scheduling events; the girls go along with it, eventually deciding to name their idol group Franchouchou. An absurdly comedic take on the idol genre, Zombieland Saga tells the story of Franchouchou's heartwarming struggle to save Saga Prefecture while hiding their zombie identities and rediscovering their past lives.

Propaganda:

ITS SO GOOD OHMYGOD. First of all, the music? Amazing. The 3D animation they use for the dancing isn’t the best, but the songs are all bangers. The story is also amazing—it’s just the right blend of silly and serious to really get you to love and care about the characters. And it WILL make you cry. It’s a really cool take on zombies and really uses the full potential of its premise really well. Its dub is also actually good. The acting is great, and the jokes are translated perfectly.

Trigger Warnings: Animal Cruelty or Death, Child Abuse, Gender Identity/Sexuality Discrimination, Graphic Depictions of Cruelty/Violence/Gore

When reblogging and adding your own propaganda, please tag me @best-underrated-anime so that I’ll be sure to see it.

If you want to criticize one of the shows above to give the one you’re rooting for an advantage, then do so constructively. I do not tolerate groundless hate or slander on this blog. If I catch you doing such a thing in the notes, be it in the tags or reblogs, I will block you.

Know one of the shows above and not satisfied with how they’re presented in this tournament? Just fill up this form, where you can submit revisions for taglines, propaganda, trigger warnings, and/or video.

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[mitsuyeaah]

eclipse.

— sanzu haruchiyo x mitsu

cw: nsfw (mdni), smut, unprotected sex, hickeys, clit slapping, riding, pet names (baby, sunshine), sanzu being hot as always.

a/n: here it is folks, mitzu smut 🧎🏻‍♀️this fic is purely self ship so if you’re not into that then please scroll past, no need to send hate <3 purely based on the most delicious esex sanzu and i had

“im curious about something.” mitsu mumbled, her cheek pressed against sanzu’s chest as she lay her head on top of it. sanzu hummed in question, sending vibrations straight to her ear as he ran his slender fingers through her silky wine coloured tresses that cascaded down her back.

she let out a chuckle, embarrassment already engulfing her body before even asking the question. sanzu furrowed his brows, gaze dropping down to the girl on his chest—he was now very curious about what she had in her mind. “what’s on your mind, sunshine?”

mitsu thought about it for a while before letting out a small sigh, “what’s your.. favourite position?” she felt the strand stroking her hair come to an abrupt stop, her question definitely caught sanzu off guard.

she positioned her head at an angle so she could look up at him. mitsu met sanzu’s gaze, a smug smile forming upon his lips as he thought of the answer. “my favourite position, you say?” the hand that was once buried in her hair slowly made its way down to her back, his fingertips barely making contact with her clothes.

“mhm.. when you’re on top of me, fuck. sittin’ all pretty with your breasts exposed just for me to squeeze and play with.” as sanzu was saying this, his arm curved around from mitsu’s back to her front, hand cupping a mound and squeezing at it.

she let out a surprised yelp at sanzu’s action, her cheeks instantly turning into a deep shade of crimson as she felt her face burn with embarrassment. but, she held sanzu’s gaze, both their eyes slowly getting clouded with lust.

“all while i call you ‘my baby’, because i know how wet that gets you. am i right, sunshine?” mitsu swallowed thickly and nodded. she bit her lip as her heart raced with excitement as sanzu slipped his hand under her shirt to continue playing with her chest.

“seeing you bounce on my cock with such desperation while i rub your clit.. fuck, it’s so hot. but you like it, don’t you? the way i let you take control of the speed and rhythm.”

sanzu smirked down at her. he didn’t miss the way she shifted on top of him, eagerly rubbing her thighs together as she felt her cunt tingling while such naughty words came out of sanzu’s lips. he liked the way mitsu tried to pull herself together whenever she was flustered; the way her dimpled cheeks blushed with embarrassment as she furrowed her brows.

but of course, as innocent as her expressions were, her mind was far from innocent.

“hm. why don’t you show me, my moonlight?”

a few seconds of silence passed as they held each other’s gazes—his deep cerulean eyes intensely looking into her dark brown ones. mitsu could hear sanzu’s heart pounding against his chest, she also noticed how his hard his cock had gotten, which was now brushing against her clothed thighs.

sanzu gave her breast one last squeeze before muttering a curse under his breath. “fuck, sunshine. you know what to do..” after stripping their clothes off, both of them positioned theirselves on the bed—sanzu sitting on the mattress, back resting on the headboard while mitsu straddled his lap, her legs folded on each side of his hip, knees digging into the mattress.

as if on cue, his hands flew directly to her hips, rocking it back and forth to stimulate her bare clit against his hard cock. mitsu let out a soft whimper, lips parted and her back arching at the sudden pleasure as she dropped her head low. “sanzu..”

“hmm? use your words, sunshine. what do you want?” mitsu swore under her breath and looked at sanzu, “i want you inside me.” he smirked, “good girl. go on, put it in.”

she wasted no time to grab the base of his heavy cock and lifted her hips to slide down on his cock. sanzu threw his head back against the wall as she sank down on his blunt tip, his fingers harshly digging into the flesh of her hips—hard enough to form small bruises.

“fuck, sunshine.. always so tight f’me, huh?” his voice was strained from trying to hold back a moan, gritting his teeth. mitsu’s nails painfully dug into sanzu’s shoulders as she slowly took his length, inch by inch. “aah, fuck!” mitsu whined, her legs instinctively trying to close as sanzu bottomed out.

sanzu sat limp against the headboard, he eyes shut closed and head thrown back in pure bliss as her cunt hugged his cock in all the right ways. his cheeks were almost the same colour as the rosy strands that cascaded past his shoulders and onto his bare chest.

he let out a shameless unexpected moan as mitsu began lifting her hips and dropping back down to the base of his cock. the sound of loud squelching and heavy pants echoed throughout the room. fuck, it was erotic.

it took all of sanzu’s willpower to open his eyes and look up at mitsu through his long rosy lashes. the sight in front of him almost made him cum right then and there; the way her breasts moved with every bounce of her hips on his cock; the way he pink lips were slightly parted, small moans slipping past them; the way her eyes held his gaze like she wasn’t giving him the best fuck of his life.

sanzu leaned forward to cup each of her breasts with his slender hands, harshly squeezing at the supple flesh. he didn’t hesitate to put a bud in his mouth, his tongue swirling around her sensitive nipple, alternating between licking and sucking at it. he gave her other breast attention by squeezing and groping it.

this earned a loud moan from the woman above him, the pleasure she felt now did not only come from where she and sanzu met but also from where sanzu sucked on her nipple. “ah! ah! sanzuuu..!” this caused her to bounce harder on his cock, her ass deliciously slapping against his heavy balls which made a loud skin slapping noise.

“fuck yeah, baby… s’good for me.” sanzu groaned and threw his head as he felt mitsu briefly clench around his cock, presumably from the choice of pet name he used.

sanzu chuckled, “haah.. so cute, clenching around me when i call you ‘baby’, hm?” all she could respond with was a moan due to how well sanzu’s tip was hitting that spongey spot inside her over and over again.

the hand that was playing with her breast trailed down her abdomen and to her clit. sanzu’s thumb brushed over her clit a couple of times before rubbing fast and tight circles.

“ngh—ah! shit! sanzu!”

mitsu removed her hands from his shoulders and brought it behind her. leaning back, she firmly placed her hands on each of sanzu’s knees and bounced faster. this time, her breasts were more exposed. he swore he almost saw stars at the sight of her; her chest littered with love bites of dark red and purple hues and breasts swollen from his ministrations earlier—deliciously bouncing with every beat.

“ah shit.. that’s it sunshine. mhm! so fucking close.. you cumming f’me?” his voice was breathy, moans unexpectedly escaping here and there. he could’t help it, not when his sunshine looked so fucking perfect and delicious. and the best part? mitsu was all his.

“y-yes! yes! fuck, i’m so close, baby!”

sanzu leaned forward to whisper in her ear, his hand still stimulating her clit, “why don’t you cum for me, baby?” his hot breath ghosted the side of mitsu’s neck, causing goosebumps to form.

mitsu let out a loud whine as she heard the pet name that could bring her to her knees. she threw her head back, her face contorting in pleasure while she let out short high pitched moans, chest heaving with every breath that escaped her lungs.

her wine coloured strands stuck to her skin as a light sheen of sweat covered her naked body.

sanzu peppered open-mouthed kisses along her chest; kissing over the littered bruises along her skin, tongue darting out to trace them, leaving wet trails of his saliva. he could tell she was close with how much she squeezed around his cock, fuck, he had to hold himself back from cumming right away.

he switched from rubbing mitsu’s clit to slapping it, bringing tears to her eyes. “mmm, that’s it baby.. let go for me. cum for your moonlight.”

it didn’t take much before the knot inside her stomach snapped, immediately cumming around sanzu’s cock. “sanzu!” mitsu arched her back as she cried his name out loud. hot tears rolling down her flushed cheeks as pure pleasure engulfed her whole body—every muscle becoming taut.

sanzu licked a long stripe from between the valley of her breasts up to the side of her neck and whispered sweet praises in her ear, all while slapping her clit.

after riding out her orgasm, mitsu messily took sanzu’s cock out to stroke it. her hand quickly moving up and down his sticky shaft—her brain was still fogged with lust, and head dizzy from the mind blowing orgasm.

she looked at sanzu who had his head thrown back in pure bliss. adam’s apple bobbing with every moan that slipped past his lips. “fuuuck.. mitsu!” she rubbed her thumb at the apex of his cock, stimulating the sensitive slit of it while her other hand worked up and down his shaft.

“mmm, cum for me, baby..” sanzu let out a string of profanities as he let go. his thick, hot cum spurted every where, painting mitsu’s abdomen and chest white. she rode out his orgasm by fisting his cock harder and massaging his balls which earned a whine of protest from the man beneath her, overstimulating him.

“shit, sunshine.. you drive me absolutely crazy, you know that?”

© mitsuyeaah

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[marvelmymarvel]

Rocking

Orochimaru x Reader

Synopsis: You always had to rock your baby to sleep, both for your baby's comfort and for your own.

The sound of his light snoring filled the rooms, mixing with your thoughts as you continued rocking. You longed for this time of the day when you could hold Mitsuki and rock him to sleep, it felt like the world couldn't touch you. Couldn't touch either of you.

It didn't matter how long it took for him to pass out, you held onto him for at least 2 hours. Eventually, you'd head to bed, most times it was empty with your husband working in his lab. But recently, he'd been coming in to remind you to come to bed. It was odd, but you didn't mind. If anything, it made these nights even better.

You wondered if Mitsu felt the same way in your arms like you felt in Maru's. Safe, secure, loved, protected, cherished, the list goes on and on. When you had Mitsuki, you promised to all the gods that you'd love him like Orochimaru loved you. You'd simultaneously kill and die for Mitsuki.

You'd do anything.

A shadow casted into the room. You would have jumped but you knew no one other than him could get to you. "Is he asleep?" You smiled at his somewhat quiet voice, he could never quite figure out how silent he had to be around a baby, but he was figuring it out. "Yes. He fell asleep about an hour ago" you whispered back sheepishly.

You knew it was silly to keep holding him, but you found great comfort in giving Mitsuki the same love and care that his father gave to you. "Why don't you come to bed?" His voice was closer, alerting you that he had crept in, his years of training meaning he could move without any sound. You gazed up as his pale hand came down to touch Mitsuki's stark white hair. You weren't sure where he got it from, but it made him unique and you loved it.

Orochimaru's fingers lightly scraped against Mitsuki's scalp, causing the baby to curl up deeper into your chest. "You'll wake him" you quietly scolded as you shied him away from his father. Orochimaru clicked his tongue at this before dropping down to a knee so he could get a better look at the baby.

He couldn't help but think about how beautiful the scene before him was. You, the only person he truly loved, holding the baby you both created. He'd give you a million more children if it meant he could see you this way for the rest of his life. Your eyes drifted to his, cheeks heating up as you noticed he was staring at you intently.

Orochimaru's lips curled into a grin as his hand came up to brush the hair from your face, "Is my beloved embarrassed?"

"Shut up" you grumbled as you tried to ignore the way he was looking at you. He didn't say anything but continued lovingly gazing at you. "Maru" you whined quietly, growing more embarrassed the more he admired you. "Can I not admire the mother of my child?"

"Orochimaru" you hissed out and he chuckled at your shy demeanor. "We've been married for many years and you still act the same as when we first met" he cooed in your ear, before rubbing his nose into your warm cheek. Feeling slightly bad for making you this embarrassed, he planted a soft kiss on the flesh below, hoping to calm you a bit.

You side-eyed him, lips pursed as you let out a shaky breath. His warm breath against your neck was hard to ignore, so you tried to focus on the sleeping baby in your arms. His white hair was the only difference from his father's, but everything else was the same. Even his eyes were golden and snake-like. Orochimaru lifted his hand once more to brush back Mitsuki's hair, it was gentle and loving, very similar to the way he'd brush through your hair to help you fall asleep.

"I love you" he whispered. Your heart lurched like it had the first time he muttered those words some years ago, the sincerity in it always catching you off guard. You moved your head so that you could once again be face-to-face with him. A smile rose on his lips, he found joy in seeing you flustered.

Leaning forward, he pressed his lips softly to yours. With his hand on his son and his lips on yours, Orochimaru realized that he would love you forever. He knew he loved you, knew it with every fiber in his body. But loving someone forever was a different case. No one else could replace you.

No one at all.

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[sabishi-tomo]

Let's get right to it shall we? >:) 3., 4., 5., and 13. for the AnS ask game ✨

Thanks for the ask 🫶. Full list of questions here.

3. Character who grew on you eventually This might be a bit of a shock to some folks, but I think it was Zen. I was really annoyed by his immaturity in the first few episodes, and I couldn't relate to Shirayuki as a protagonist either, so I kinda dropped the series for a long time. I eventually came back to the series and Zen really grew on me in the post-anime arcs (Ch 40 and beyond). I especially love his relationships with his friends (Kiki, Mitsu, and later Obi) and the complicated dynamic he has with Izana.

4. Character with the best hairstyle I have a soft spot for Tariga's braids, especially because it's pretty unusual to see braids in AnS-verse. I used to love braids when I had long hair too. ALSO, Tariga's hairstyle and appearance reminds me a lot of Edward Elric from Full Metal Alchemist, who I love. Honorable mention: I really like Hisame's curly messy hair too. Not enough curly-haired characters in AnS.

5. Character with the best design This is so hard since AnS has soooo many pretty characters, even random unnamed NPCs who appear for a few panels and then never show up again. I'll pick Hisame just because he has impeccable fashion sense and is always well-dressed. He's pretty striking on any panel he's on. Honorable mentions: Kiki and Shirayuki look really beautiful whenever they're all dressed up for soirees and events, and I also am obsessed with Kiki's winter outfits (like during the Lyrias vacation arc).

13. Favorite scene or line. I think it's this scene from Ch 127.5 Part 1. I was really blown away by this scene because of how many things are conveyed without words. Kiki falling asleep beside Hisame is a sign of absolute trust (esp since Kiki has trouble falling asleep when other people are around and is also such a guarded person). I was as shocked as Hisame was. And Hisame, despite always masking his emotions, doesn't hide it here since Kiki is asleep. Just a brilliantly executed scene.

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