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hiromi higuruma ,the man u r🐱

༄ higuruma x f!reader

hiromi is a patient man, hardly ever in a rush. he enjoys the process of things, savouring each moment, each experience as best he can. enjoying it, learning from it, reflecting. never wanting to take anything for granted.

he likes to keep that attitude always — or so he tries, but it could be difficult when he's got such a greedy little wife. youre insatiable when it comes to hiromi.

"hiro, hurry up" too impatient to even bother with dragging the words out in that syrup sweet voice you know he loves. "please. i need you"

he doesn't respond to though, too busy kissing down your thighs as he drags your pants down, inch by inch. pressing lingering kisses as he descends. "hiro please."

"you're so impatient today. let me enjoy you baby. so fuckin' pretty. too pretty to be rushed so let me love you how you deserve, my greedy girl."

the ache between you legs intensifies, god you want- need him so bad,

his greedy girl. his greedy girl

you might as well live up to the name.

reaching down, you take his hair in your hands, tugging on it hard to pull his attention away from the patch of skin he was practically worshipping. it's sweet really , but the enthusiasm would be better somewhere else right now.

"lay down for me hiro"

his deep eyes wide in surprise, but he does anyway. maybe this is what he was after. you straddle his face, thighs on either side of his head.

"nuhuh. enough of that." when his warm calloused hands come up to hold your hips. "you'll let your greedy girl take what she need won't you?"

he curses under his breath, muttering a soft fuck, and you take it as a yes. sitting your self down on his gorgeous face. higuruma groans then, at the feeling of your weight in his face, the view of your ethereal form above him, your pretty clothed cunt snug against his face.

your hands are tangled in his dark hair, tugging at the short strands for support and your ride his face eagerly. dragging your cunt for the curve of his crooked nose and letting him lap at you through the soaked flimsy garment of your panties.

hiromi enjoyed the process of things but oh how he enjoyed when his darling wife got greedy with him. when you take what you want, use him.

only one complaint though;

those damn panties.

he could taste you. feel your heat, feel how you drip down his chin but it's muffled. the fabric standing in between him and his second-greatest love; your pussy.

"bab- oh fuck. y/n, baby take these off." a deep red coats your husbands face. his eyes are lidded and brows are pulled together. at first glance one may think it was him being ate out.

"mmmmn ...no. 'love you but i don't know that you deserve that. made me wait so long." your movements don't stay paused for long, returning to you pace of grinding on his face. the friction of the fabric rubbing your clit if so deliciously.

chuckling to yourself through your moans, head thrown back in bliss with a glint in your lust-dark eyes, "maybe, if you're good, i'll give you a taste."

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CONSIDERATE MEN who don’t give a fuck if you’re a virgin or not.

He’s standing near the edge of the bed, preparing himself for the pleasure-filled night he’s about to give you. So far you’ve only shared kisses with him. A steamy makeout session to put you both in the mood.

His lips chase yours messily, as if you two hadn’t just come from a whole restaurant full of stuffing your faces and staring each other down 10 minutes ago. There it felt like he had telepathy because you just knew this was what was to come when he brought you to his place.

His head bobbed to the movement of your intertwined lips, like a challenge off of Love Island.

He does this while kicking the door shut with the heel of his foot as his hand tries to keep your jaw steady doing so. He finally pulls away after what felt like forever (y'all haven’t stopped the battle between tongues since getting out the car), and looks at you for any signs of hesitance.

You see that even though he’s as needy for you as a stray puppy is for a home and loving owner, he still wants to take into consideration of your feelings: whether continuing with him was a good idea, knowing what this would lead to…

But you didn’t even flinch. You wanted this just as much as he did, judging by the anticipation in your dilated pupils. He huffs. “Glad the feeling’s mutual,” he teases.

And with that confirmation he took no time to lift you up by your underarms, you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist and the battle between hunger and dominance continues. Though there’s no question about it that he’s got you completely smitten.

Despite the way you were being practically ingested from the tip of your tongue down the tunnel of your throat, he placed you gently onto his king-sized bed, all neatly-made with the numerous pillows.

But your heart raised at how distracting he was. His hands are holding the dip of your hips tightly. He wouldn’t let you look away for even a second, too eager to finally finish off those kiss-swollen lips; which he’s finally done, a thin string of (likely your) saliva to keep you still connected.

His breath was hot down your neck while his hands started exploring, getting higher till they were under your shirt, stroking the sides of your waist at rapid pace.

His lips found a comfortable spot and pressed sloppy open-mouthed kisses to the area. It was like he knew just where to kiss. His saliva made it cold every time he pulled away to gaze at the art. Meanwhile his hands were making work to pull down your shorts, revealing the pretty panties you’d put on this morning, thinking purely of the dinner tonight. Your thought process is completely different now from then.

You tried wiping the small dribble of drool creeping down your lip without him noticing but was far too observant and chuckled. “Excited yet?”

Then, he sat up and eased away from the bed, standing near the edge of it, staring at you from afar with low hooded eyes. (Getting deja vu yet?) He looked dark. Like he could pounce at you any second.

His large hands that you recall being calloused, but tender with your body reached for the buckle of his dark blue jeans. You watched like a pervert, shamefully, but it seemed like he liked being watched like a stripper.

He kicked ‘em off his ankles and crawled back to you animalistically. Once he was in front of you your legs felt the need to shut him out, despite your arousal.

He gazed down and curled an eyebrow. He was questioning you with his eyes yet he didn’t speak up ‘till you were relaxed. “Hey, what’s wrong?” His tone was smooth and sultry. Like those yoga instructor voices you feel like you could tell anything to.

“It’ll sound childish…” you trailed, but his eyes didn’t look away. They lingered and you knew they would until you were finished.

You took a much needed breath and continued, “I’ve never done this. I don't know how to—” but you were cut off by the sound of his snickers. His head dropped down to your shoulder while his hands gripped the sheets.

At this you deadpanned. How could he be laughing when you were panicking?

He tried to stop laughing as quick as he could though sensing that you weren’t as humored as he was. “Sorry, I just figured you thought I knew already,” which surprised you… Was it really that obvious?

“Anyway,” his right hand reached for your lower jaw, stroking right below your earlobe with his finger. It left a tingly feeling each stroke, while his other hand gripped your side and brought his body closer on your lap, straddling you. His body towered above you and he sort of looked like a man child with a big, burly back.

“I don’t care about your experience,” his mouth was one small flinch away from your neck. “or your body count.” His tongue suddenly licked up the node of your neck, below your ear, his breath leaving a steamy trace wherever he went.

“Cus I’ve had enough experience for the both of us. All you have to do is enjoy yourself.”

And that was the last thing he said before giving you a night you could’ve called your last.

TIMESKIP!KUROO TETSURO, TOJI FUSHIGURO, KEIGO TAKAMI, Tobito Karasu, Kunigami Rensuke, OLIVER AIKU, TENGEN USUI, Reno, timeskip!Ryunosuke Tanaka (he’s lying abt the more experienced part), KAEYA, Wriothesley, Zhongli, LEORIO, + all ur favs

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over real “men”? any day

God forbid a girl prefers fictional men

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suddenly i’m now employed..

pov you’re ushijima’s daughter’s teacher

ushijima sighs as he gets out the car. his daughter, nari, skips beside him. her brown curled pigtails bouncing and her hands hold a glitter covered envelope.

“you sure about this?” he asks her as they reach your classroom door. nari nods, “miss y/n said she didn’t want anything—“ she says, all breathless with determination.

“but i know she didn’t mean it! she loves when we give her presents! and she’s humble!” nari smiles. ushijima tilts his head. how the hell did she know what the word humble meant?

he doesn’t argue. mostly because he has no idea how to argue with a seven year old when she’s on a mission. they stand outside of the classroom, he hears laughter, the shuffling of paper, and your voice. bright and warm and impossible to ignore.

“remember, my birthday wish is that all of you show up every day this week. no skipping for cartoons!”

he knocks. three firm raps. you open the door mid-laugh, eyes sparkling with joy, and freeze when you see him.

“mr. ushijima?”

he clears his throat. “…happy birthday.”

you blink. your eyes drop to a bouquet of tulips, a card with your name written in sparkly gel pen, and the pink box that smells suspiciously like powdered sugar and strawberry.

“oh my gosh, you didn’t have to— wait, did you draw this card?”

nari peeks out from behind his legs. “i made the card! daddy got the donuts and flowers. i told him what to get. i said pink donuts make you happy.”

you look at him, lips curling into something soft. “pink donuts do make me happy.”

for a moment. a tiny pause in the rush of the day. where it’s just the two of you. his stoic eyes on yours. your sweet smile melting his entire brain.

“would you like to come in?” you ask, stepping aside.

“i can’t stay long,” he replies. but he still walks in. he still hands you the tulips like he’s never given someone flowers before. he still watches you carefully when you laugh and thank him again, tucking the card close to your chest like it’s treasure.

after your birthday, something shifts.

he tells himself he’s just being polite. dropping his daughter off a little later, picking her up a little earlier.

definitely not because he likes watching you wave goodbye to every student like they’re VIPs or because he caught himself smiling at how your hair caught the sun the other day.

then there’s the saturday he shows up at the school garden cleanup, wearing a plain white t-shirt that should probably be illegal. you do a double take.

“you’re here?”

“my daughter volunteered,” he says flatly but his ears are a little pink.

“uh huh,” you hand him a trowel. “let’s see if you’re as good at planting as you are at picking donuts.”

you work side by side, dirt under your nails, sun on your backs. you’re chatting about how the second graders accidentally planted jellybeans last year when he looks up and says, totally deadpan:

“you laugh with your whole body.”

you blink, “…was that a compliment?”

“yes.” you nearly drop your trowel.

one afternoon, you find him leaning against the classroom doorway after school, arms crossed, watching you stack art projects with that unreadable gaze.

nari plays with some other little girl on the glass as she waits for her dad.

“i don’t want to overstep,” he says, voice low. “but would you like to join us for dinner sometime?”

you freeze, “like… a parent teacher thing?”

“no,” he says simply. “like a me, you and nari thing.”

you break into a slow, disbelieving smile. “only if there’s donuts after.”

he nods, “of course.”

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Kuroo Tetsuro

🏐ྀི haikyuu headcanons

summary: random heacanons

cw: a lil suggestive

tone: headcanons

character list: kuroo tetsuro

.ᐟ doesn’t allow you to style his hair. very articulate when it comes to this area of his appearance. does enjoy a good scalp massage/scratch though (only on wash days).

.ᐟ doesn’t shave his body unless you ask. ofcourse, he doesn’t go all caveman on you but parts like: armpits, legs, mustache (he thinks he looks italian and finds it funny), he leaves alone

⇧“Babe, you think if I curled the mustaches ends and threw in an Italian accent, I’d slide?”

.ᐟ buys you lots and loads of jewelry. loves to see his s/o decked out in only the top-notch, luxury decor.

.ᐟ makes out with you rough. fast and beastly. that’s how he likes it. whether you can keep up or not doesn’t matter; he likes it sloppy too.♡︎ (picture blair and chuck’s hate sex)

.ᐟ if y’all were to have kids: 2 girls. he believes he has the best understanding over girls, women—females in general. but when he meets his two other angels? truly the most humbling experience. world war III whenever they fuss at him for being too “boyish” while playing dolls.

⇧“Honey—sweethearts! Sorry, lemme try again…” clears throat. Cue the most forced— and worst impression of Dijonay Jones ever.

.ᐟ sometimes gives you funny nicknames when he gets tired of the same-old-same-old. pet names like tiger, crazy pants, wildcat (wild kratts inspired)

⇧“Well lookey here… the tiger’s finally descended from their habitat.” he says, apron tightly tied around his neck, shirtless on purpose. It’s late morning now that you finally wake up; an aroma of crispy bacon and peppered eggs in the air.

.ᐟ big gossiper. many don’t know how he gets his information, but i firmly believe that he’s messy asf. not start-fights-between-girls messy but,

⇧“Hey…” he leans closer. “you heard what ___ and ___ did at the scrimmage last week? Yeah! ___ and ___’s still dating ___ as we speak. Crazy, I know.”

⇧and the gossip never has anything to do with him. shares with the entirely wrong people (bokuto for example: big mouth. couldn’t hold water even to save his life).

.ᐟ loves hamilton (?) [ i personally don’t know much about it but… ] he loves it. the storyline, acting, theme; doesn’t miss a beat. (my guess is because all the characters are so messy in that play💀)

.ᐟ he’s never been a slow kid. calls himself a prodigy, always has—ever since he learned the meaning of the word at the ripe age of 7yrs old. is he? …possibly. does he act like one? fuck no. the cocky bastard just doesn’t know when to put down a book sometimes. specially about science related topics.

#slowestuploaderoftheyear i literally have so many headcanon drafts.. and one unfinished fic. (cooked)🫩

divider cred. to @enchanthings

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✦ 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮

› 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐱 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

› 𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐲: everything is all good here, feel free to indulge as much as you’d like!

› 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: this is just my perception of some of the hairstyles that I think some of the hq boys would eat you up in.

› 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫: this might not be the most accurate thing in existence, but this is just what I think they’d absolutely adore on you. this is also targeted towards any of my gorgeous black queens out there, but anyone is more than welcome to read! I hope you guys enjoy<3.

ᥫ᭡ 𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐲𝐨 & 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐤𝐨𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐞 — I feel like that these two loveeee when you wear your hair in a braid out or a twist out. hinata probably can’t tell the difference between either or, but I have faith that kenma could. they both absolutely love seeing the definition in your beautiful curl pattern when it’s out, especially once we start getting to day 4-5 hair. hinata also adores once you start messing around with your braid/twist out and putting it into a high puff with a random shoelace ofc and do some quick edges. he thinks you look absolutely gorgeous.

ᥫ᭡ 𝐤𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐨— I think kageyama would always compliment you when you have some sort of slick back in. whether if it’s two puffs in a slick back, one, or whatever the case may be. you could be like “I only did a slick back ‘cause my hair wasn’t cooperating with me today” and he’d be like “and? I still like it.” like I really don’t got an explanation for this one, he just really likes slick back. bonus points if you get really creative and cutsey with your edges and leave them curly pieces out on the side, too.

ᥫ᭡ 𝐛𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮 — bokuto absolutely froths at the mouth anytime you get that 613, 30 inch, middle part buss down. I fear I have no evidence to back it up but my word is law rn. In general, I think he’s definitely the type to just enjoy you messing around with wigs and experimenting with them — especially if you’re the type to love colored hair but is deeply afraid of damaging your beautiful kinks, coils and curls. calling myself out rn. bokuto would also fuck around with your tools and somehow end up burning himself with the hotcomb the second you take your eyes off him.

ᥫ᭡ 𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮 — love you atsumu, but you a lil easy friend. I feel like atsumu would literally fold when you got your braids done, but like specifically goddess braids. specifically that 27/30 combo, with color 4 for the curls. he absolutely lovessss seeing you try out different hair colors. specifically anytime you got some type of blonde combo so he can go around saying that the two of you are twinning now. jokes aside, he does enjoy seeing you experiment with other colors that isn’t blonde, because he thinks you look good no matter what xoxo.

ᥫ᭡ 𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢— I also have nothing to back this up, but I feel like ushijima would eat up some locs? faux locs, distressed locs, butterfly locs, sisterlocks, micro locs, locs in general? yeah I think ole boy would eat that up. especially if you decided to loc your hair up, he’d be hella supportive throughout the journey and just reassuring you of how beautiful you are when you aren’t feeling the best about your hair on the earlier stages of the locking process too. mmmm extra bonus points too if you put loc jewelry in them too — I think ushijima absolutely adored when you put the little shell pieces at the end of your locs xoxo.

ᥫ᭡ 𝐢𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞 — iwaizumi my love pride and joy would eat up tribal / fulani broads on you every single time. you’d be in the chair texting like like “bae I’ve been here for 5 hours and we aren’t even at the top of my head yet >:(” and he’ll just be so sweet telling you that you’re almost done, and he’ll take you to get food after. when you come out from your braider’s shop, he is absolutely all over you telling you how gorgeous you look. I think iwa would also love seeing you with tribal/fulani braids + quick weave combo. he would think that the braiding pattern in the front is so pretty and compliments the curls so beautifully.

ᥫ᭡ 𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚 — mmm, it’s something about daichi that just gives he would eat up the natural hair, every single time no matter how you style it. the wash n’ go that you actually despise with every bit of your existence — he loves it. that perm rod set or flexi rod set? he absolutely adores it. the mini twist, with you natural hair or extensions for some more length, he fucking lovesss it. oh, and don’t even let this man see you in all of your glory when you got the fro out. he would absolutely be all over you.

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ong. like it just makes sense… “¿ves eso mami? some are dead, but still shine.” he says as we stare up into the sky full of stars🤧

one of my favorite things in the world is when a headcanon in a fandom is so unanimous. for example my favorite one is latino!sero. when did this happen or occur, i don’t know, but i eat it up every single time man. like pls pls pls send latino!Sero recs to me 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

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Akaashi Keiji

summary: simply, random texts w your lover boy

cw: very minor cussing, reassurance

tone: fluff, my style of texting ( abbreviations, lower case letters, unnecessary spacing )

character list: akaashi keiji

a. keiji

so so, SO gotta do my research on this guy ‘cus i lwk feel like i don’t have his personality, mannerisms, the way he speaks/acts w his s/o down pack🤕 ( he’s my fav now )

banner credit: @perochu_f on twt

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What fanfic writers say vs what they mean. Btw.

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Kenma Kozume

summary: you buy ur bf a gifted steam deck and streaming setup and he gives you a gift in return.

cw: small nsfw (mdni)

tone: bf Kenma

Kenma’s been playing video games for as long as you can remember knowing him. At his house, yours, volleyball practice, on the way to school, and back.

You wanted to give him something new to focus that unrelenting attention on, (besides yourself of course).

As impossible as it sounded, Kuroo already proved that it was achievable when he got Kenma to invest into volleyball with him.

That Friday after school, you finally bought the steam deck and streaming equipment you’ve been saving up for him. You read correctly; streaming. Kenma wasn’t all too shy about his hobbies but there’s always room for improvement, so you figured streaming would be a great way to up the notch.

The next day you texted him you’d be coming over and he replied that he’d leave the front door unlocked.

Upon arrival you rushed upstairs excitedly, almost tripping over the edge of a step as you scurried, then entered his room, dark and only illuminated by the flashing colors coming from his pc.

You approached him at his desk where you were greeted with a muted welcome and a side hug around the waist from his gaming chair.

You set the dangling black bags covered with red tissue paper down in front of him and gleamed. “I bear gifts!” you squeaked, Kenma’s attention already drawn to the mystery surprise, his match flashing a bright red: “YOU LOSE” on the screen.

He didn’t waste much time throwing the paper aside and staring bug-eyed inside the bag.

Seeing the steam deck made his expression brighten, but the unexpected recording equipment made him blink. “Recording equipment..?” he queried. His confusion only made his reaction more enjoyable.

“I thought it’d be nice for you to start recording your gaming sessions from now on.” You could tell he was gathering his thoughts from how blank his expression was.

But you knew him well enough to know what was in, and outside of his comfort zone. His slender arms gripped tightly around your waist as the side of his face found your pillowy stomach.

“Thank you, y/n It’s beautiful.” His odd compliment about the gifts tickled you a little but nonetheless knew he was grateful.

Kenma reached out and eased you into a seat in his lap, arms shaking to do so, but you didn’t judge considering how skinny he was. Your numb legs sat you up from either side of his own, clothed by a pair of Adidas striped shorts. You towered over your boyfriend, all sweet and tongue-tied out of appreciation for his gifts.

He brought your hands to hold his face. Every time you touched that supple skin you’d ponder how the hell he keeps it so unruly.

His pursed lips always came afterward, you knew. He liked to save the best parts for last knowing that he was some of the best about his work.

Like a drug, his mouth came to the blunt of your collarbone and breathed you in. While being pleased with even the mere feeling of his warm breath against your chest, you felt proud he could be so confident with you. When it came to you.

By now he knew what you wanted and when without having to even think about it.

You cradled the back of his head with a hand and brought him to your face. He instinctively kissed you, but missed by a centimeter and brushed his upper lip against yours. A breathed chuckle sounded from you at the mistake.

You leaned forward to kiss the small aperture of his supple lips, your chest following suit.

He shut his eyes to relax and focus, evident from the sound of his gaming chair creaking quietly when he leaned back.

Just when you were about to go all for nothing, Kenma’s brows furrowed and he unlatched your lips from his by your chin. “Wait…”

He turned to look behind you, a hand on the small of your back as he searched for some sort of server. Said server stated: “No current parties joined” and “Mic off”. He sighed.

“Wouldn’t want anyone to hear you—” he uttered, grunting at the small roll of your hips that’d begun while he checked his mic status.

“What, as if you could possibly make me loud enough” you exaggerated. You knew it wouldn’t be much of a challenge for him. It’d come as easy as it was to get a 5-streak victory in COD for him, but sex always hit different when you encouraged his tenacity.

A faint smirk dared to cover the corner of his lips, until it didn’t.

You knew no words needed to be said to know what he was communicating. Almost like telepathy, you knew he’d accepted your little challenge.

With a huff, in the blink of an eye you were sitting on the edge of his dark, wooden desk, hands splayed across his keyboard and typing aimlessly.

His hands were already eagerly nipping at your thighs with his slender finger tips. They feel like feathers, although they’re so needy for your skin as if to pick it off.

His head leans forward to breath in the scent between your legs, one he found to calm him. He sighed and set off, starting by placing wet kisses close to your core.

You felt like twitching but that’d just give him a sign that his actions were already in effect. Too late.

He watched as the area near your whole beat, almost like it was panting for air from behind your pretty panties.

“Hm, that was quick.” he commented like he was expecting for you to last at least a little longer. And only to his lips? “Sad. Seems like she needs to be taught a lesson—or two about resisting temptation.”

Obviously he was referring to your pussy but him giving it its own pronouns made you groan irritably.

Kenma’s lips didn’t leave and continued its charge on your heated thighs. He lifted your skirt with his temple but stopped when he reached eye length with the new damp spot in the center of your underwear.

You couldn’t see his smirk but you didn’t ignore the instant stop motion of his entire body when he dove beneath your skirt.

Quickly pushing his head away and pressing both your hands down on your bottoms, your cheeks flushed and lips frowned.

“What, do I smell..!?” His expression took a moment to register, then he burst into a quiet choir of laughter. “What? No, I just thought of somethin.”

Holding your waist dearly with one hand and the other hovering closely above the apple of your ass, he thought of a way to word his ideation. “Challenge: I request that since it’s been a moment since I’ve you’ve practiced,” His skinny finger glided up the clothed folds of your pussy daringly, earning a whimper.

“You gotta hold yourself from any noises you feel like making. To make it harder on you, no coming down ‘till I say so, ‘kay?”

 Any other day, you’d gladly agree knowing the both of you were cognited with the fact you were practically incapable of doing so. Especially when he puts his blood, sweat, and tears into making you feel good.

But tonight, with the way his eyelids covered half of his irises, a sly smirk playing confidently on those thin lips, you couldn’t resist getting pressed enough to agree to the test.

It was no use. It was like he had the moves memorized in his head! Each one getting you more and more closer to reaching the peak of your high.

Your head was practically digging its grave into the headboard of his bed. Your back repeatedly lowered and shot right back up from his dipping mattress, each time because of the curl and swirling of his fingers into your clit.

You couldn’t possibly describe the feeling. “Ecstasy?” Too fantasy like, this was a reality feeling. Like you were on “Cloud 9?” You sound all too whimsical.

The feeling of him was all too vivid and just there. If you had to give it a description, it’d be that his fingers were almost poking the abdomen of your stomach everytime he curled his fingertips. With each greedy dunk back into your milking aperture, he hit that spot: Your cervix.

You rode his fingers and his only reaction was the focused look in his cat-like eyes and an occasional grunt or hum that showed he was more than pleased with the results of your test.

“Kenma—wait, i-it feels…” An exasperated, rugged breath slipped through your gritted teeth, your hands slipping to hold yourself up. Your legs couldn’t spread any further for him to get every angle he could.

“In the midst of losing and you're still bucking baby? You get odder and odder everyday.” He pressed his thumb feather against your abdomen. Being able to feel his own feelings that were inside of you, from the outside—now that was something he couldn’t describe.

But before he could say anything more, you yelped and a white ooze-like substance began to spill from your hole. The gap his fingers filled subsided the rest from tainting his sheets as well. “…No warning?” he asked with a pout, a little frustrated he was caught off guard from your orgasm.

“I’m sorry. Y-You win, okay?” But the tips of his fingers curved and scratched against you a little more as a reply, until finally, he pulled out after what felt like a marathon.

You moaned at the feeling of finally being able to let it all come out. It resembled the image of a broken washing machine, all of the white detergent foaming out the entrance.

Kenma was busy licking his fingers clean. You could only reimagine him as a cat licking its paws.

“Well, you lost…miserably at that,” he smiled and raised your head up from the board against the wall and brought your body up to his, peppering soft kisses against your ear. “But that was just a thanks for giving me the opportunity to start streaming. Love you.” he whispered, slowly rocking you side to side like you were a gift within itself.

ts has been in the fucking works for FOREVER help (i’m not even done with all the others and this was the first fic i wrote.)

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✧.ᐟbegin surgery?࣪˖ ִֶཐི💒ཋྀ󠀮

꒷꒦prepare for the extraction of the heart𐔌🫀ྀིྀི ꒱

masterlist coming soon ! rules coming soon !

✄┈┈this blogger is black, she/her, highschooler (#fucklife), reincarnated fluttershy, dessert craze, hopeless extrovert

✄┈this blogger writes multifandoms like: jujutsu kaisen, mha, haikyuu!!, blue lock, death note, demon slayer, ff7, one piece, genshin, ohhc, slam dunk, tokyo revengers, soul eater, hxh, etc.♥︎

₊˚ෆ done ! now here’s your medication ೃ࿔* ˚₊. ‧. ꒰ა🪷໒꒱ ‧₊˚

keep in mind, this is a (n)sfw blog, so mdni !!

i encourage all comments, reblogs w insights, & requests .ᐟ

dividers from @uzmacchiato & @enchanthings masterlist inspo. from @rissouu credit to bloggers per rules™

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finally finding a masterlist with the characters ur interesed in and click in one // “None yet”

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Sukuna doesn't say I love you.

Instead, it's what he permits you to do is his way of indicating that he cares deeply for you.

And one of that includes letting you touch the bone-like mask on the right side of his face.

If it was anyone else, they would have been reduced to a pool of blood within seconds.

But when it is you, he relaxes.

He lets your delicate fingers trace across the deformity. Your touch as light as a feather. He lets you lean in and press a soft kiss against it, making his viscera burn with something unrecognisable.

When it is you, he lets his guard down. He closes his eyes but keeps the lower left one open to stare at you. To take in your tender smile and twinkling eyes.

"I love you, 'kuna."

"Hm."

And you know he doesn't have to say it back. You already know that letting you be this close to him is his way of saying he loves you.

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MHA Boyfriend Texts !

context: they list three things they love about you

 cw: cussing, vulgar language

tone: my style of texting ( abbreviations, slang, lower case letters ) character list: midoriya, bakugo, todoroki, hawks, sero, kaminari, kirishima

i. midoriya

k. bakugo

s. todoroki

k. takami

h. sero

d. kamanari

e. kirishima

( keep in mind: these are my own impressions of the characters and not factually/cannonly correct )

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Hiromi Higuruma

summary: it’s early and your husband’s too tired to do his morning routine

tone: sfw, babying, praise, hubby Higuruma

The morning after an excruciating day at work, Higuruma’s 13th reason why. There wasn’t much time between coming home and him in bed so he woke up disheveled and mindset in disarray.

You had a feeling this was one of those days so you made sure to call up his job and let them know he’d be getting there late in advance so he could have a couple more hours to sort his bearings.

Reluctant to even wake up the man sprawled out in bed, you shook Higuruma gently. His grumble, more like roar, was proof he wouldn’t be in much of a good mood; but you’re determined to prepare him well for work.

5 minutes of hesitant shakes and he’s finally sitting up but staring at the walls of you guys’s place.

“If you don’t wake up now, I won’t have time to buy Shipley’s before dropping you off.” was all you said for Higuruma to slowly arise and allow you to guide him to the restroom like a child.

You flicked on the lights, making his eyes strain and hit the faucet on. Staring at himself through the mirror, you peeked at him as well and saw that he was well due for a shave. Higuruma rubbed his eyes while you shuffled through the cabinets for his shaving cream and razor, failing to find the first item and leading to him having to grab it out the mirror cabinet himself.

Your fingers brushed over his when he handed it over, dozing off almost. “I can do this…” you mumbled closely when in reality you had a very vague idea of how a man shaves his beard. You guided him by his sides and sat him down on the toilet seat anyway and mentally prepared yourself. You stood between his manspread thighs while his head hung back against the wall behind him.

First, you got your hands a little moist and applied the water to his thin beard. You paved it down to make it straighter, easier to glide through with the razor.

Next, Higuruma’s eyes wondered until you began shaking the can well then applying it to the wet beard. He sat up to give you an easier time and gripped the back of your thighs, fingers digging into the squishy skin right below your ass to bring you closer. He was planning to let go but when his fingers started to fondle with them, he refrained and kept them there, simply caressing your legs up and down.

His actions made you strangely more confident. So you wore a brave face and continued.

Finally, it was time for the part that potentially tested your wifey skills. If you couldn’t shave your husband’s beard on a day he wasn’t capable, you’d be an imposter of a wife, you thought.

You pressed the cold, metal italic against his jawline, starting near his earlobe, then slowly glided the object down with ease and gathered the small hairs doing so.

You commenced a silent cheer but was more aghast with how smooth you could shave it all off. “Look, Higuruma; I’m doing it!” You whispered as loud as you could since he was still in a daze.

While you were finishing up, Higuruma was pretty much sober by now, and awake. His narrow eyes looked up at you fondly knowing you were doing all this out of your own free will and it brought a small smirk to his lips. Yes, as his wife, it wasn’t surprising that you were taking care of him, especially since occasions like this occurred a little less rarely.

Looking down at the man, he looked a little more like a kid right now, looking up to his mother in enamor. “What?” You asked, head tilted.

He signed knowing how little you knew of his love for you. “I’m so proud of you. As my wife, I’m glad you chose me to take care of.” He boasted earnestly despite him being the one that proposed to you. “What do you mean?” your question arose.

“All the trouble I cause, the complaining I do, you could call me a child and I wouldn’t object.” he paused to let out a long yawn. “I’m sure you had many options. Many men in line behind—or even ahead of me; but I’m the one you deal with instead. Thank you.” and he meant all that he said while having his beard half shaved and eyes heavy. Little did he know was that he was always your only option.

( ↑ take this how you’d like )

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Katsuki Bakugo

summary: he gives into your pleads

cw: nsfw (mdni)

tone: bf Katsuki

It wasn’t often Katsuki let you persuade him into things, especially when it came to his jurisdiction.

After all your cries and wailing to be given the opportunity of topping, he finally gave in and let you have a shot. Not at all because he wanted to see how you do, but simply because he didn’t want to hear you whine anymore.

The mood was set and a hard on waiting just for that plush ass to grind on was laid right out in front.

At first, things seemed normal. You entered, settled down, and began at a fair pace. But like any other situation, Katsuki’s patience was depleting, and fast.

The longer you went, the slower your stamina became and eventually he grew bored of you playing cowgirl. “I know you’re tired. Just let me do what I do best.” And without as much of a warning, he squeezed the peaches of your ass and hip thrust, lifting you in the process.

Slowly, he emptied his dick from inside your flesh walls until only the tip was present, making you shiver and brace yourself by gripping his shoulders. Then, he slammed back in, pushing up against your cervix.

Katsuki’s broken, suppressed moan oddly synchronized with your yelp. “Yeah, mm… This is just how I like it.”

With each thrust made your hands slip over, and over again. That’s when you had to resort to gripping his neck instead, gaining much more balance that way. He gagged a little, being choked by your thumbs.

Oddly enough, he liked the stimulation and only made him determined to go even faster. He huffed as he raised his hand to the back of your head and dipped it down so your ear was next to his lips. A grunt slipped out before he spoke.

“I’ll take charge from now on.” He panted, closing his eyes to finish. “Every. time.”

my sensitive ass would NOT be able to handle katsuki as a s/o, as bad as i want to.😿(i’m healed now)

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Skull Shirts

A familiar sight awaited you in Bakugou’s laundry basket. You pulled out one of his old skull shirts, something he wore long before he asked you out. Let alone married you. 

“Katsuki, you still wear these raggedy skull shirts?” you asked, holding the offending thing in the air. “Could’ve sworn you wore this on one of our first stay-at-home dates…”

“The hell’s wrong with my clothes?” Katsuki asked from his spot on the bed. “Ya know ya love ‘em.”

You wrinkled your nose. “But you’ve had some of these for years… why?”

“‘Cause they still fit!” Bakugou slammed his laptop shut, rising from the bed to approach you. He snatched the skull shirt from your grasp. “I’ve got other new clothes anyways. It’s not like my entire closet is filled with ancient fossils for outfits.”

Bakugou briefly held up the skull shirt over your figure. You raised an eyebrow at him, wondering what silly thoughts ran through his head.

“Why don’t you wear ‘em?” Bakugou asked. He moved the skull shirt away to give your body an appreciative once over. “Think they’d look good on ya…”

You huffed. “I already told you a long time ago, they’re not my style!”

“They fucking could be!” Bakugou threw the shirt back into the pile so he’d have free hands to play with the hem of your shirt. “You’d look so fucking cute in them, dammit. Don’t know why ya hate my style so much…”

You laughed and pecked the top of his temple. “I’m only teasing, sweetie. You know I love you and your cutie patootie skull shirts!”

Bakugou grimaced at your phrasing. “You freaking better…” He sneered, before pressing his lips hungrily into yours.