himenoakuma

[himenoakuma]

No but the praise! 😍

A/n - heeey…😗 so I’ve been going through severe writer’s block, but ovulation always has me writing some stupid shit. Here’s something I didn’t even proofread, just wrote in a rush. I hope you guys like, I’ll be making some more stuff later (hopefully).

“You’re so cute, fuck.”

You turn your head, fluttering your heavy lidded eyes open. Satoru, who’s currently fucking into you at a slow pace, looks more flushed than ever.

“Cute?” You pant out, a soft whimper following as he hits your g-spot.

“So fucking cute. Such a good girl taking my cock,” he practically moans, leaning down to glide his lips across the column of your throat.

Your walls squeeze and suck him in, the cadence of his voice sending shivers down your spine. You never knew what it truly was to be worshiped until you met Satoru Gojo—even now, as sweat drips down your face and you scrunch your nose from pleasure, he sees you as angel sent from above.

“Fuck,” he groans when you pulsate around his cock buried inside you, “that’s it—you like when I tell you how perfect you are, huh?”

Your voice fails you, barely coming out as a whine when you part your lips. Instead, you wrap your arms around his neck to bring him closer. Your lips meet his with a passionate force, letting him know just how much you’re burning from his praise.

Satoru hums softly against your lips, pulling back only when he feels the telltale signs of your approaching orgasm.

“Gonna cum for me already, pretty?” He pants. “‘S okay, just make those pretty faces for me while you do.”

He pulls his cock out of your warm cunt before slamming it back in, making sure he hits your g-spot with calculated precision. You cry out his name, nails digging into his shoulders as you hold on shakily. He pounds into you while his large hand snakes down to rub your aching clit, making you see stars.

He smiles—that damn smile that sends you over the edge every time—and you feel your surroundings blur into the background; now, it’s only you and Satoru in this world, your souls intertwined as he spills into you only moments later.

Panting, he pushes into you all the way until he bottoms out, his cum thoroughly coating your slick walls. Before pulling out, he leans down to kiss your lips one last time, making sure you taste the devotion on his tongue.

[himenoakuma]

Reblogging so I don’t lose this gem again!

taking care of gojo when his six eyes becomes too much <3 when cute gojo scenarios are scarce i come through. hints of manga spoilers! i love him so much :(

your knocks against gojo’s door wear out the other out, where the combination of your voice and your knuckles sound like nails on a chalkboard. uncomfortable, jarring, discordant. it was everything gojo hated, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask you to leave.

“gojo? you there?” a series of groans are your reply, and you have to refrain from wincing at how ghastly they sound. you can hear padded feet from the other side, unlocking the door just a bit before the bundle of blankets waddle back to their place on the bed.

“holy shit... gojo,” even now, you can’t help but gape in disbelief. not the time, but your mouth itched to insult the man, no matter the circumstance. you barely held back, though, “you look like shit.”

gojo doesn’t even bother to roll his eyes at an insult that he would usually deliver, because he knew they would hurt. his head already spins from another person’s voice cutting in through the never-ending bout of information that swam in his brain. the room falls into feigned darkness, brought about by the curtains drawing close.

“there,” you hum, “better?”

no answer.

you’d never wish the six eyes on anyone. having access to endless information would be ideal, right? it was far from that for gojo satoru, who had destiny pinned on him the moment he was born. for all his life, he had to endure ear-splitting headaches. for all his life, he had to act like nothing was happening, like all of the gojo clan who’d done it all before.

well, it didn’t work out so well for him, because no one who had the same set of striking blue eyes and stark white hair told him anything about the repercussions of being the strongest, and satoru hated it.

every minute where he wasn’t exorcising curses with geto, annoying shoko, or simply hanging out with you was every last bit or torture. and now that you were here, he couldn’t possibly drive you away with little to no knowledge on romance despite the all-knowing brain he has.

“i brought you some sweets, following yaga-sensei’s instructions. he told me you-”

“stop talking.”

you frown at the order, but stubborn as you are, you bring the bag of confectionery to rest right where the bunch of blankets end. gojo didn’t have it in him to tell you to leave, but he had no strength to tell you to stay either, and with that, you quietly stalk out the door.

you come back the very next day, clutching onto a bag with the same brand of sweets as you stand outside gojo’s door. he senses your cursed energy before you even ask whether you can come in.

“come in,” you don’t give it much thought, knowing how detailed his vision was even when his eyes were closed. like before, you place the plastic bag right beside him, but before you take your leave, gojo manages to croak out.

“stay.”

those quiet afternoons spent in each other’s company turned to pats on the blanket. it turned to stroking his back to running your fingers through his hair. it went on to become hand-holding to head massages, where your heart pounded and rang in your ears and you never realised that he’s switched off infinity. it turned to...

gojo buries his face deeper into your torso, naming anything close to light his enemy. it would be soon that you’d need to find some covering for his eyes, because the strongest can’t be handicapped for this long. they couldn’t just keep sending geto and nanami and haibara for missions, either.

peeling himself off your torso, he contently looks at you from below, smiling when your hands make contact with his temples. you’d always been a bunch of red and orange and yellow in his vision, only ever opening his eyes when he wanted to look at your beauty.

gojo’s been doing it more often and often.

“keep your eyes closed!” you giggle, rubbing at his temples to soothe the migraines that came with having the six eyes. that’s the last memory he has of you — and the next only drives him to suck up and endure this stupid technique of his because the next time you enter is when you’re terribly wounded and bloody.

it’s nothing shoko can’t fix, but you’re adamant on dropping off gojo’s bag of sweets before you go to the doctor.

“how was the—” gojo stops at the sight of you, lighter on his feet and more independent ever since you visited.

“what— what happened? y-your mission? how did it go? why are you so...” you flash him a sad smile, mildly surprised at the uncharacteristic anxiety on the male’s face.

“it went fine, satoru, just... it was a pretty stubborn curse. it had the power to reproduce fast, and we figured it out pretty late that we had to get to the source. that involved being drenched in disgusting curse blood.” gojo makes out the purple blood that wasn’t just your clothes.

“but here!” fishing out the fabric, you presented some black cloth. “c’mere.”

he lets himself enjoy the tenderness of your fingers, which slips on the blindfold onto his head. securing each side onto his head of hair, you laugh at the messy hair that’s got tangled up.

“y-you look so dumb! even worse than when you had your s-sunglasses!” your tone is soft, cautious even when you joked because you worried that his head would hurt. “how do you feel though?”

closed up, choked up, nervous, he names all the things off his mind, but it’s not what you want to hear. he swallows, “it’s... comfortable. did you get this for an expensive price or something? the quality’s really good.”

“i made it,” you scratch the back of your head in embarrassment, “been working on it for days, now.” and the breath is knocked out of him, faintly making out your shy hands that wanders around your body, to tuck your hair, to fiddle with your shirt.

that same sight never goes away years later, in his own apartment, in the comfort of his home, in your arms like before. nostalgia hits hard.

“don’t you know how to do this, satoru?” you tease, barely paying attention to the drama on TV, instead focusing your attention on the male below you. “why’d you need me to do it?”

gojo whines, thankfully not contributing to the headache he has. over the years, he’s become much better at handling the technique, even making your blindfold a daily part of his fashion. you just wished he wouldn’t parade around with your badly sewed blindfold that you learned from WikiHow. satoru says it’s for “sentimental value” that he uses the only blindfold you’ve made him.

“but you do it better! can’t my partner just indulge me just this once?”

your tone is still soft, gentle, full of love and gojo falls even more, “once? you got me doing this for years now, dude!”

gojo pouts, “ouch. dude? what am i, your homie?” you roll your eyes with a smile, smacking his chest lightly as you turned down the volume. in the midst, you switched to Spotify on your smart TV.

“shush now.” gojo happily shuts up, long body tucked into the sofa of his apartment while he melts at your fingers doing their magic. they always have such a calming and lulling energy to them, just like your voice, your personality.

gojo didn’t believe you possessed any cursed energy, because if humans gave out cursed energy, you only did the opposite. he fully believed you were an angel sent down. his eyes flutter open to see you looking down at him.

“hi.”

“hey. you should close your eyes, you know,” you whisper another warning. you can feel as his cheeks spill into your palms when he smiles — it’s not the large ones he gives his students, but it’s... there, and small because the softest of smiles are reserved only for you.

“how can i, when there’s the epitome of beauty right above me?” your cheeks heat up, and even after all these years, satoru’s compliments always makes you bashful.

“please shut up.” gojo laughs at your comeback. “you mind if we lie down?”

your lover’s lack of answer tells you that he’s not opposed to it, and soon you manoeuvre him until he’s in between your legs, fingers never stopping the massage.

“anything from your mission today?”

“standard, but a stubborn curse,” gojo smiles from where he was on your chest, “if someone didn’t say that we needed to defeat the source years ago, i, too, would come home bloody and bruised.”

“yeah, yeah, but you won’t, because you have your stupid infinity.”

“because i have my stupid infinity, yup.” gojo echoes you.

from here, gojo looks anything but a teacher, a sorcerer, a menace (you say so but he disagrees, says his presence is a blessing). he looks like a little boy, forced to grow up at such a young age, forced to shoulder responsibility and a zen’in kid at such an age where he couldn’t enjoy what other teenagers did. everything came late for gojo in life.

a calling to teaching, realisation of how fast friends would betray you, love.

but gojo wants anything but pity, and rather, more of your unconditional love that he never really knew what to call it back then. when your fingers work out the knots in his locks, he realised it was love. when your fingers suffered the pricks of needles, he realised it was love. when your hands closed the curtains in his room in jujutsu high, he realised it was love.

the four-lettered word scared him, but when he looked at you, it was all he wanted to say. i love you, i love you, i love you, like a mantra until you were giggling at him to stop or muttering the same thing back.

gojo raises his head off your chest, looking at you through his bangs and azure eyes that always captivated you. they just shone more, tonight. gently he leans forward to capture your lips with his. they move against yours languidly, taking his time to savour all of you, and tables quickly switch: from your hands on his temples to his on your cheeks, from his body laying on yours to you atop of his larger, lankier one.

your skin tingles, your heart soars, your laughs are swallowed by the other. gojo kisses you like it’s his last day on earth and he knows that you’d accompany him to heaven, even if he doesn’t deserve to go there. he’d claw and burn through hell just so he could get to the angel that is you, again.

“i love you,” it’s whispered breathlessly from his lips, like it’s taboo and forbidden and in his world and profession, you knew it was just that much when things can get ugly any second.

yes, love can be the most twisted curse of all, but when gojo satoru looks at you — the way he looks like you hung the moon and stars — he can only see a damn blessing.

[himenoakuma]

I found it! Thank you to everyone who suggested and sent me writers and content, found some amazing creators!

Soo need some help here! I’m looking for a fanfic I read a while ago and of course can’t find now 🙄 it was gojo x reader/y/n basically it was about her making his first proper blindfold for him because she noticed him suffering with headaches and I just remember really loving it and the way it was written. I wish I could find it if anyone knows please let me know!

[himenoakuma]

Still in love with this 🥹

Hey Bryce, I hope your eating an drinking well! I love love your works please take care of yourself and dont forget self care 💜I saw your requests were open and wondered if I could request something? 💜

With the Tokyo Rev. Boys inc. Ran and Shinichiro the first time they discover one of their kinks with you? It’s been going round in my head after reading some of your works 😍 💜

NEW ❁ KINKS

+ shinichiro, ran

tw. fem!reader, f!oral, fingering, praise, cursing, finger sucking, dirty talk, overstim, squirting, soft dom! w/ sub reader

an. hiya babe! i hope you’re doing well and i actually truly loved this request, it was so fun to write <3

❁ SHINICHIRO — praise + oral

your boyfriend leaves a trail of open mouth kisses down your stomach, nervously flickering his eyes up to you “g-go lower” you whisper, and your boyfriend follows suit nestling between your legs.

shinichiro kisses right above your cunt, watching your lips part with a silent moan. he smiles to himself, bringing two fingers down to run through your folds.

he’s never done this before, a sharp warmth invades his chest, staring at your body jerk and twitching at just his mouth hovering over your bare pussy.

“pretty” he mumbles, looking back at you again “your pussy— it’s so pretty.”

“shinichiro touch me please” you beg, running your hands through his black strands, back arching and fisting his hair when shinichiro finally begins, leaving a long lap through your folds.

“you taste so good” he only mumbles, snaking his arms around your thighs and pulling you closer, his tongue dipping into your clenching hole and swirling around your juices.

the more your boyfriend presses his face closer to your cunt, the further you reach your craving for his tongue more.

“doin’ so good for me you gonna cum fast” he smirks, building confidence as he sinks two fingers in, adding a rhythmic pace that sends a tainted shiver down your spine.

he loves this truly, the taste—the way your juices are dripping off his face, your divine noises bubbling from your plump lips. he doesn’t even realize he’s been humping into the covers below him till the wetness saturates his pants. putting your pleasure at the top of his list, shinichiro outstanding goal is to watch you cum—for him; as many times as it’s possible.

but the praise; it’s the cherry on top. his sultry words vibrating through your cunt and how you easily gush around his tongue when the phrases vibrate through your core.

“wanna taste how this pretty pussy cums for me” he moans out, laying his hands of the underneath of your thighs and hiking your cunt even closer to his hot mouth, shinichiro lifts his eyes over your chest heaving.

“look at me princess” you obey glancing down at his lips wrapped around your clit, “don’t you want to see how i’m making you feel so good?”

“i’m close—so close” you whimper, fingers residing deep in his locks and curling your fingers within the hairs “yeah? cum for me angel, please.”

a white cloud forms enclosed on your eyes, his fingers pounding in your messy hole as shinichiro sucks another harsh slurp on your clit. thighs clamping around his face “that’s it princess, so good for me.”

shinichiro established today that he loved to eat pussy, but watching you cum on his tongue was a dream come true.

❁ RAN — dirty talk + overstimulation

“open” ran commands, popping his fingers in your mouth, shuttering when you willingly wrap your tongue around his digits.

“tasting your own self without a second thought? dirty girl” ran smirks, popping his fingers from your mouth and sticking them in his own.

“ran, stop teasing” you whine, wiggling your cunt closer to his stiff dick rubbing against your folds “but it’s so fun, watching you squirm and beg for my cock.”

“but if you want it so bad pretty girl” ran leans in, hot breath fanning over your ear “then i’ll fuckin’ give it to you.”

ran has many tricks to serve out, never ending ideas he likes to toy with your body playfully yet he seems to discover his newest addiction while he begins drawing out your second orgasm not giving you any breathing room as he thumbs at your clit.

his cock rubs along your gummy walls, curving quite feverishly against your deepest parts, one hand nearest your face as the other stays on your bundle of nerves.

you whimper at the overstimulation, legs jerking uncontrollably at the surges of white flooding your nerves, the thrive of your spent cunt throbbing sends you over the edge.

“c’mon pretty girl, wanna see this perfect pussy cum again” ran rolls his hips, cooing at your half lidded moans—he loves the mess you’ve become, juices dripping on his balls, body drenched in sweat and his name spooling from your lips.

“that’s it, show me how much you can cum” ran pants, glancing down at the white ring around his cock, your juices coloring his fingers with a sheen liquid and finally ran can cum, after seeing your pussy spent and his cock a mess from you.

“i love how fuckin’ filthy you can be” ran crashes his lips on yours, feeling his cum seep from your hole “one more time—yeah?” he smiles through the kiss, excitement of making you cum again tastes so sweet on his tongue.

[himenoakuma]

Soo need some help here! I’m looking for a fanfic I read a while ago and of course can’t find now 🙄 it was gojo x reader/y/n basically it was about her making his first proper blindfold for him because she noticed him suffering with headaches and I just remember really loving it and the way it was written. I wish I could find it if anyone knows please let me know!

[himenoakuma]

ⓘ spamming like without re-blogging : BLOCKED

[★] SATO-SUGU

MINI SERIES :

TILL FOREVER FALLS APART

☆] summary. when you first joined jujutsu high, you probably never imagined being in relationships with two of the strongest special grade sorcerers. yet here you are, destined to spend the rest of your life with them. did you complain about it? absolutely not. this is simply the story of your life being in relationships with geto suguru and gojo satoru.

FALL APART? NAH! JUST MENTAL BREAKDOWN : gojo found you training in the middle of the night only for you to have a mental breakdown in front of him. so he brings you to geto’s dorm room to calm you down, also for gojo to find behind geto’s action on why he is so gentle with you.

STARS AROUND SCARS : you were just trying to draw some stars on your boyfriend, not knowing simple things could be so hard when you have two needy boyfriends.

SLIPPING THROUGH MY FINGERS : it's been years since the hidden inventory incident, you and your two boyfriends already graduate and are working for jujutsu. . . but nobody knows your struggling, nobody knows how you're the only one who's stuck in 2006 while everybody moves on, not even your boyfriends, and when they do, it's already too late.

ONE TOO MANY : the first time you have an argument with your two boyfriends is because they've been ignoring you for weeks, so you return the favor.

PAIN, SUFFERING AND JESUS : feeling like shit? feeling nauseous? you are having a fever? don't worry, your two amazing boyfriends are ready to take care of you!

HYPOTHETICALLY, UPS?! : you chuckle softly, your eyes twinkling with playful mischief. “hypothetically, you should propose to me properly,” you tease, enjoying the light-heartedness of the moment.

YOU AND YOUR INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS? 100% NEED A THERAPIST : you and all of your disturbing intrusive thoughts definitely need a therapist because it scared the shit out of them.

HELP ME MAN! : you, their little girlfriend, scared the shit out of your boyfriends. they don't know why, how, them, the strongest jujutsu sorcerers in the modern world are scared of their girlfriend.

HIS TIP? IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MY TIP : you just got your nails done, and geto is the one who paid for it. so as your way to appreciate his gesture you decided to get your nails color with the same color of his tip, which results in gojo's relentless jealousy.

NOT FOR SHIT AND GIGGLES : do you know what tea could affect your relationship? making you have an argument with your boyfriends because you thought they were overprotective and overbearing.

FIVE AND ONE DIFFERENT WAY TO SAY I LOVE YOU : your boyfriends are perfect in every sense, flawless in the ways that matter. they possess every one of the five love languages and master each one effortlessly. whether it’s the tender touch of reassurance, words that lift you higher, gifts that show how much they care, acts of service that make your life smoother, or simply being there when you need them, they never fail to make you feel cherished.

SCARS TO YOUR BEAUTIFUL : all scars and everything, you are still the most beautiful girl to your boyfriends. and they will always remind you, every single day until they leave no room for you to feel insecure.

SUGURUUU, DO SOMETHING : you and gojo are insufferable, especially when gojo decides he wants to be annoying and tries to get under your skin. you always come running to geto and telling him to do something about gojo.

THE ONE WITH THE PRANK : living with you is all fun and games. . . until you start pulling all of these harmless pranks on them.

YOU WILL GO DOWN IN HISTORY AS THE WORLD BIGGEST IDIOTS : the first time you meet your senior, and you think they are the weirdest and most idiots person you've ever met, especially that special-albino looking kid, gojo satoru.

GENTLE LOVE : “loving you is the easiest thing,” he murmured against your skin, his voice low and comforting, as if he was sharing a secret meant only for you.

ONE-SHOT / FAN-FICTION(S)

DO I EVER GET A CHANCE TO BLOSSOM? : being a mother is a dream for almost every woman. the thought of carrying a child inside them and bringing them into the world is also something you want for a moment, but . . just a second the dream shattered right between your feet.

FOREVER, OURS : the night before, you and your boyfriends talking about having kids. for them, having a child in these moments wasn’t the right decision, especially with them too busy with missions and averything, and the next morning, you just happened to be pregnant.

now i know : when satoru's prank to pretend to be dead goes wrong.

they take care of you after sex : your boyfriends taking care of you after sex.

being pregnant sucks : your mood swings don't get any better even tho you're almost 8 months pregnant.

spa day? not really : you spend time together after long weeks of work

always the bridesmaids never the bride : the downfall of your relationship after suguru's moral compass went south.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀part 02 | maybe i’m the bride

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀alt. ending | by the sea

hi baby : your baby calling you 'baby'

twins boyfriends : the fun thing about having two boyfriends is dressing them up like twins

macarons : it's impossible to keep sweets around the house if satoru gojo is your husband.

stars around scars : you were just trying to draw some stars on your boyfriend, not knowing simple things could be so hard when you have two needy boyfriends.

[★] GETO SUGURU

BLUE : you’ve been feeling blue lately, more sadder than usual this past week, and all you’ve ever felt is just sadness and you don’t know what happened to you, all you’ve ever wanted is just being hugged by your boyfriend.

[★] GOJO SATORU

cupid : satoru gojo is your best friend since you both were kids, and you have feelings for him for as long as you can remember.

oh, i’m destroyed : he’s your best friend, he's getting married soon with kids on the way even though your heart is craving for each other, you sarcastically, jokingly tell him, “pleased? oh, I'm destroyed,” after hearing the news, he laughed, almost crying as he looked at you.

“oh, my lover is drunk” : he comes to your apartment every three am drunk, confesses his feelings for you only to pretend like he doesn't remember anything in the morning, until you go on a date with someone.

stupid pillow fight: you and your boyfriend are having a pillow fight. he gets too competitive, making you fall from the bed and hurt your ankle.

my boy such a pretty crier : my boyfriend has the prettiest eyes,” . . . you love your boyfriend— gojo satoru's eyes, you always have, until you see him crying for the first time, and you can't help but need to see those eyes, glisten with tears, every chance you get.

always : gojo is an actor, a famous one, but he’s also been your boyfriend for a few years. you have an argument with him when he agrees to have a fake relationship with his costar without even telling you.

[★] NANAMI KENTO

little lamb : he came back from work and found you whimper and cry in your sleep.

gentleman and the lady : you were six months pregnant and living with your roommate, nanami kento. after you mentioned that no one wants to take a pregnant woman on a date, he kindly offered to take you out himself ( also because he likes you ).

[★] RYOMEN SUKUNA

BLACK AND BRUISE : “feels like we had matching wounds, but mine’s still black and bruised and yours is perfectly fine.” you broke up with your boyfriend for four years and the day after you broke up you saw him already with another girl. you can’t stand the heartbreak so you choose to erase yourself from his life like you were never there, like you don’t exist, until a few years later.

you are good to me : you came to your boyfriend’s apartment without him knowing you just got mistreated by your father, so he asked— no, he told you— you to live with him instead.

the girl is mine : you and sukuna have been broken up for three months, but it seems like he can’t take the break-up seriously and he tries to convince you to get back to him.

lovin’ on me : when he leaves you alone in the rain after a heated argument

moon-pie : sukuna always bakes blueberry pie, moon pie you call it, your favorite.

shape-shifted : sukuna is having a crush on his twin brother's tutor.

changing tides : sukuna can merely tolerate your presence, over the time you and him became friends until it became something else.

you and your stupid headache : you have this little routine, frequently fakes a “headache” just to be close to your boyfriend.

the exit.

[★] MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

heart-shaped cloud : you're having a crush on your spike-haired friend

with this treasure i summon : megumi and you are in situationship but he is jealous because you spend time talking with yuta rather than him.

hollow-purple : your brother, satoru gojo nearly hollow purple megumi when he found you on his bed.

a safe harbor : after the goodwill event, satoru gojo takes his students to a festival near shibuya. overwhelmed by social anxiety amidst the bustling crowd, lucky for you megumi was there to help.

cling-clink : before meeting you, megumi often sees you around school, always clinging into yuuta's arm, even satoru gojo's arm like when a child learns how to cross the street and have to hold into their parents, until he meets you.

[★] TOJI FUSHIGURO

that time of the year : spooky season is your two boys’ favorite month out of the year. they will take halloween to another level with their stupid prank and their obnoxious self.

PLAY HOUSE? DON’T BE JOKING : he wasn’t going to calm down, his world fell apart in his own hands, and yet. . . he can’t do anything. he doesn’t know how to stay tender with so much blood in his hands.

bad-day: you are having a bad day so here comes your boyfriend to makes you feel better.

thunderstorm : you were supposed to be enemies.

[★] YUUTA OKKOTSU

super freaky girl: yuta okkotsu loves having you as his girlfriend, but there is nothing that would prepare yuta from this side of you— making everything sensual; you just love having your shy boyfriend flustered and blushing, just overall giving him a hard time. . . and a boner.

[★] INUMAKI TOGE

vent box : your boyfriend has always been a vent box to his friends, with his nature of being unable to speak you ask him to write you a letter to vent.

[★] OTHERS

welcome home. yuta & yuuji

OVERHEATED. feat. megumi & yuuji.

IN THIER CLOTHES NIGHTMARES

SAVE THE WATER, SHOWER TOGETHER!

LOSE ONE ARM

YOU ARE NOT DYING

SO, SHARPENING KNIVES, HUH?

KISS ANOTHER MAN? part one, part two.

NIGHTMARE feat. nanami kento

STRAY KITTEN feat. goge

BOYFRIEND GOJO, 01. 02.

CAN I TIE RIBBON AROUND YOUR BICEP? feat. gojo, geto, toji, sukuna, nanami, megumi, shiu.

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[himenoakuma]

This is everything 💕

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁ “MY BOYFRIEND IS GONNA KICK YOUR ASS !”

WINDBREAKER BOYS PROTECTING YOU FROM PERVS. ft. kaji ren, togame jo, umemiya hajime, sakura haruka, hayato suo, toma hiragi, kiryuu mitsuki, & kyotaro sugishita x f!reader

sfw. wc: 2.6K. oh how i’ve been wanting to write this since i finished the manga! but individual warnings are below <3

KAJI REN. referred to as she/her, ‘my girl,’ comments about your outfit

“My boyfriend’s real scary y’know.” Your voice falters a bit as you take another step back, hands coming up defensively. “And he’ll be here any moment.”

It’s a lie that you hope sounds convincing— because Kaji coming to save you today may be nothing more than a desperate wish of yours. How would he even find you in a place like this? You’re not sure exactly how much time has passed since you’ve started running, but you’re certain that by now, you and Kaji should have already been inside the bakery, finally getting to taste test the new fruit pastries you’d been dying to get your hands on.

It started off as just a loud whistle your direction, then led to an uncomfortable conversation about how you’re not interested— and that you have a boyfriend. One thing led to another, and somehow you’ve ended up here, out of breath from speed walking and completely lost— and to top it off, the only person near you is the one you’ve been running so desperately from.

You wish Kaji was here already.

“Oh yeah?” The man in front of you takes a step towards you, lips contorting into a sick grin when he sees your hands trembling. “I don't see him.”

Your lips tremble a bit when he reaches you, towering over you with ease. “Don’t you dare touch me.” You warn, “My boyfriend will beat your a—” you yelp as you’re suddenly pulled to the side, stumbling into someone’s chest as they pull you flush against their front.

The familiar scent of candy melts away your fear in a split second.

“Kaji!”

You can tell when you glance at him just once that he isn’t happy. His forehead is damp with sweat, and he looks disheveled, chest rising up and down with labored breaths— he must have been running around trying to find you this entire time.

Your boyfriend clicks his tongue in annoyance, eyes narrowing as he sizes up the man in front of him. “Problem?”

He rips off his headphones, letting them hang around his neck as the man feigns an apology, unapologetic eyes looming over your figure again seconds later. “But y’know man, you should be keeping a closer eye on your girl,” he points to you with a smug smile, “she was practically begging for me to say something with the way she’s dressed.”

“I wasn’t!” You protest, face burning as you tug on ren’s coat. You thought your outfit was cute— and definitely not anything crazy— you double checked. You really did. But he’s pointing at you now, rambling on about how you wanted this— and you can’t help the way tears start to blur your vision.

“Huh?” Kaji snarls, head tilting to leer at the man. The arm around your waist pulls you tighter against his chest, and you hear the angry thumping of his heart. “What'd you say?”

“Okay, okay, I’m leaving now.” The man chuckles in defeat. “I was just joking. Wasn’t gonna actually do something to your girl.” he waves him off. “You should lighten up—”

He chokes when Kaji grabs a fistful of his shirt, pulling him off balance before knocking him backwards, your pursuer falling roughly onto the floor as he winces in pain. “Then get outta here already.” Kaji glares, a stark contrast to the gentle way his hand is pressing against your lower back to guide you away.

“And don’t let me catch you looking at my girl again.”

TOGAME JO. referred to as she/her, ‘my girl,’ you wear his jacket

Togame gives you a sleepy smile as he watches you from Miniso’s entrance, excitedly sorting through the newly restocked blind boxes. He was resting his back against the wall behind him when he caught his first glimpse of that guy.

He’s wearing a dark hoodie, head turning back to shamelessly stare your direction as he passes by slowly. It’s enough to get togame back up on his feet immediately, quickly heading your way just as the man reaches to get a feel of your thighs—

“How shameless.” Togame laughs, big hand squeezing painfully into his wrist. “Tryna bother my girl?”

In any other situation, Togame would chuckle at your obliviousness, your headphones cancelling out any noise as your eye catches the cinnamoroll section, letting out an excited gasp as you head that way. You really had no idea.

“M-my bad man.” He stutters, ripping his arm from Togame’s grasp. “Just thought she was my sister— was just gonna tap on her back to grab her attention.”

Togame raises an eyebrow at the lazy excuse, leaning down until the man takes a nervous step back, eyes darting to the side to avoid Togame’s glare. “Sister? That’s my Shishitoren jacket she has on, no?”

The man feels heavy beads of sweat roll down his face when Togame’s hands curl into clenched fists. “You mean to tell me your lil sis is from Shishitoren?”

“I said it was my bad,” he repeats, chuckling nervously. “It won’t happen again okay? I won’t bother her again.”

Togame’s hands return to his pockets. “Won’t let you off so easy next time,” his voice is low as he steps aside to let him off, “so you’d better keep your distance.”

UMEMIYA HAJIME. referred to as she/her, ‘your girl’

Umemiya instinctively perks up when he hears two voices behind him, momentarily tuning out your gushing about how cute the little plant kits at barnes and noble are.

“….She's probably taken.”

“Is that her boyfriend behind her? Think she's talking to him.”

There's a chuckle between them. “Doesn’t matter. Go tell her what you just said to me when she's alone.”

“What?” The man laughs. “Ask her if i can grab a handful of that ass?”

More laughter.

Umemiya’s jaw clenches, eyes darting back at you in a flash, and he’s relieved when he sees you’re still gushing about the flower kits— completely oblivious to the two men just beyond this aisle. He’s by your side in an instant, arms wrapping around your waist as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

“Oh.” You turn to press a quick kiss against his temple, smiling when he melts into your touch. “Hi, Haji. Did you find a book?”

“Nothing here.” He sighs dramatically, his embrace around your middle tightening just enough for you to barely notice. “But we can grab some of those flower kits.”

“Really?”

“Of course—”

“Hey.” A familiar voice interrupts him with a stifled laugh, followed by a tap on his shoulder. With the roughness, it’s more like a jab— but he lets that slide.

“Ah— your friend, Haji.” Your voice comes off as a mix between a question and a statement.

“Hey, my friend has something to ask your girl.”

Umemiya’s jaw clenches again, and your eyes widen a bit at the sudden change in the atmosphere. The first friend’s hand is swat off of his shoulder in a split second, Umemiya straightening back up to look back at them.

Their first thought is that he’s a lot taller than they had pictured. A lot more muscular too— and they take note of the way his muscles bulge against the fabric of his shirt. “What, you have business with her?”

They flinch at the tone.

“Ah— sorry.” The second friend stutters. “We got the wrong person.”

SAKURA HARUKA.

“Ah— what happened?” Your hands delicately cup Sakura’s face, ignoring the way his cheeks instantly turn into a deep shade of scarlet. “N-nothing happened!” He weakly swats at your hand, a futile attempt to dissipate the heat spreading through the tips of his ears.

“I was only in the bathroom for five minutes.” You laugh. “How’d you manage to get into a fight so fast?”

He stiffens when your arms come to wrap around his bicep, resuming your ramble about some recipe you wanted to try tonight. Macarons…or something. He doesn’t pay much attention, because he knows whatever you end up making will be good anyway.

“—Are you listening, Sakura?”

The clueless look he gives you confirms it. “So you weren’t. I had a feeling— but it’s okay.” You giggle. “But you didn’t answer my question from earlier either. How’d you get into a fight?”

His eyebrows furrow deeply as he decides whether or not he should tell you. “They were….” he clicks his tongue angrily, “they were talking about you when you walked by.”

You can feel his muscles tense as he deepens his scowl, still trying to fight off the blush plastered across his face. “I just gave ‘em what they deserved.”

HAYATO SUO. referred to as she/her, mentions of how you’re dressed

“What a bitch. She was totally asking for it.”

I know— dressed like a whore.”

Suo stands up from the bench outside your local convenience store, hands dusting off the dirt on his pants. You had asked him to wait outside earlier because ‘you wanted to grab him a super delicious snack that he would most definitely love.’

He had a feeling the two dirty men who entered the store minutes later were bad news, so he was already on high alert before listening in.

“That whore— you mean my girlfriend?” Suo’s voice comes out calm, a stark contrast to the sickening anger and pressure he feels building up inside his chest.

“Huh—oh. Yeah.” One of them chuckles, jutting their thumb at the entrance. “That bitch inside your girl? You let her prance around with her tits hanging out for everyone to see?”

He's calm and composed as they size him up, their chins tilting up to look down at him. “She's pretty, isn't she?” and Suo fails to stifle the chuckle that escapes his lips. “Did she reject you too harshly for your liking?”

One of them balls his fists, muttering profanities under his breath as he leans closer to him. “Now how'd you know that? You should really teach that bitch some fucking manners.” He reaches forward to grab Suo by the collar, eyes blinking in confusion when he finds himself spun behind Suo seconds later, feet struggling to find their balance.

“—The fuck did you do?”

“It’s a bad habit of hers,” Suo continues. “I understand it though, not wanting to be around a pathetic thing like you.” The edges of his lips tug into a faint smile.

The other man’s eyebrows twitch, spitting empty threats as he he throws a wide swing, only to find himself reduced to his knees seconds later. “T-the fuck...” he grumbles to himself— he could have sworn he could practically see his fist connect. What happened?

“You'd be better off looking for someone to protect yourself the way I do for her.” His words are mocking as he heads towards the store’s entrance. “And— it'd be really unfortunate if i see something like this happen again.”

TOMA HIRAGI.

“H-Hiragi? What are you doing?”

Your lips are pressed in a nervous line as your hands come to shyly rest on his chest, sucking in a breath when his arms come to roughly cage you against the train’s walls, strong body towering just over yours.

“Do you…need more space?” You whisper, heart racing at the proximity. You can smell his cologne so well at this distance.

Hiragi simply shakes his head, distracted gaze shifting between you and something behind him every few seconds. “It’s okay.”

He swears his stomach isn't churning like this without good reason. It’s not just a coincidence that the same person who he had noticed eyeing you at the boba shop had gotten onto the same train. He could let it go at that, but the same man had been slowly worming his way through the crowd to get closer to the two of you. And while he’s not certain, he thought he saw the man take out his phone and try and angle it beneath you, but not before jolting and dropping his phone onto the floor when Hiragi's hands abruptly slammed against the wall beside you.

The train suddenly rocks, sliding his phone to the other side of the train, and you’re knocked off balance, face slamming against Hiragi's chest. “S-sorry!”

“It’s okay.” He gives you a smile, hand coming to cradle the back of your head and pull you closer. “You okay?”

“I’m okay...” you mumble, rubbing the bridge of your nose. “Your chest is hard.”

He responds with a light chuckle. It’ll be okay like this, he thinks. He’ll protect you with his body for now, and figure out what to do with that guy later.

KIRYU MITSUKI. ‘pretty thing’

“It’s no wonder she doesn't like you,” Kiryu sighs. “You're gross.”

Your mouth is ajar as you stare at the state of the man who was harassing you only moments ago, his unconscious body resting neatly against the wall after Kiryu had dragged him there.

“Sorry you had to watch that, pretty thing.” His hand comes to gently interlace with yours. “But he didn't leave me with much of a choice, did he?”

“It’s okay.” Your voice drops to a whisper. “That was so cool of you.”

His eyes widen a bit before his lips curl into a small smile. “Oh? You think so?”

“Mhm. I don't know what would’ve happened to me if you were there...” your voice trails off a bit.

You really don't know what would have happened, because it's not like you know how to fight or anything. Getting hit on is enough to make you nervous, so a pushy guy like that was too much— you froze up as soon as he started spitting threats after you expressed your disinterest.

There’s a light squeeze around your hands, and you’re reminded of this gentle warmth that Kiryu always brings with him. “Don't worry about it.” He gives you a small smile. “I’ll just need to accompany you more often when you go out. It’s no problem.”

KYOTARO SUGISHITA.

“You’re like a bodyguard, Kyo.”

You giggle at the huff beside you. “How’d you even react that fast?”

It all happened within a second. You were walking beside him, stopped for a brief second to bend down and peer at the plushies lining the shop window, not noticing the man approaching you— his grimy fingers coming to take a peek under your skirt. Before you had even registered the feeling of the cloth moving, there was a loud crack, and the man was on the floor, groaning with his hands covering his bloodied face and a very angry Sugishita on top of him.

“He made me angry.”

Of course he would be. And if you weren’t with your boyfriend, it would be an entirely different story. You’d bring along your assortment of self defense items, ranging from pepper sprays to taser lipsticks— and you’d be a thousand times more cautious. Pay extra close attention to everything around you.

With Sugishita, however, it’s different. You think of it as being able to turn off your brain… or something like that. Whatever lets you truly relax and enjoy your time with him, and it’s always okay because your boyfriend is there to protect you. “Well, don’t be so mad, cutie.” You smile, your fingers reaching to interlace with his as he tenses at the nickname.

“Everything is okay— I’m okay. I’ll even get us smoothies to help lighten the mood.”

He lets you drag him to your favorite smoothie shop in silence— still fuming about the incident. He wonders why you’re not shaken up. Ifnhe had been one second later, that piece of shit would have lifted up your skirt. In public. His jaw clenches at the thought, angry eyes darting at any anyone who dares look your direction.

“Why’re…” his voice trails off, remembering what Umemiya said about toning down his choice of words around others. “Why’re you so happy?”

“Hmm? I’m not too worried.” You laugh. “You’re my bodyguard right? Nothing will happen if you’re here.”

part 2

[himenoakuma]

Hi again!!! I just watched Wind Breaker ep 8 and now I NEED more Umemiya oneshots🥲 Imagine this. Her girlfriend got into a fight with another girl(maybe she's the girlfriend of a Shishitoren member or something). She won the fight but ended up getting injured. On her way home, she bumped into Umemiya. He gave her a long lecture while tending to her wounds because he was so worried and pissed that she didn't call him for help.

WONTONS

Hajime Umemiya x Reader

Warnings: Blood, Cursing, Fighting, Pet Names, Bullying(?), Arguing, Reader is called ma’am, calling Shishitoren “Shit-toren”, doubts of not being good enough, barely proof-read, probably something else I’m missing.

A/n: Thank you so much for making another request! I’m sorry it took me so long to respond, I’ve been extra busy. But I hope you enjoy it! Don’t forget to send in requests and lmk what you think!

You should have known, of course, that straying too close to the border between Shishitoren territory and Bofurin territory would cause an issue. It would have been fine if you hadn’t been craving the wontons from the only place that sold them within walking range. 

…….

You had just finished your rounds of the town and were starving. You hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast and you were absolutely craving the cream cheese wontons from Grandpa Yagas. “Mmm I wonder if grandpa Yaga would throw in an extra egg roll” You wondered aloud, daydreaming of the food as you walked, not even noticing the people in yellow jackets already making their way towards you. The one in the middle, bumping into you purposefully, knocking you out of your happy fantasizing.

“Ow, Bofurin watch where you're going” The girl snapped, as if she didn't walk straight into you on purpose, noting your dazed state as you walked. “I apologize. I wasn’t watching where I was going.” You bowed politely, already too tired from the day's activities to note the obnoxious smirk appearing on the girl's face at your apology.  

“Hm..apology not accepted.” The girl tapped her chin in thought before putting her hands on her waist. “How about you do me one better and beg-” You cut the girl off with the raise of your hand, completely uninterested in what she's about to say, only the thought of wontons in your mind.

“Listen you seem…” You looked the girl up and down, finally noting the smug look on her face that was slowly dropping to one of irritance the more you spoke “nice? But I’m not interested, I have somewhere to be.” and with that you turned on your heel and continued on your path to filling your stomach.

“Wha- You’re just walking off?” She screamed, a dumbfounded expression crossing her features. You put up two fingers as a way of saying “bye” before putting them back in your pockets, the girl's friends snickering behind her only causing her more fury as she stared at your retreating figure. “You know I expected more from Bofurins Top Girl. Ya know since you’re dating Umemiya and all.” She yelled after you only for you to still not acknowledge her. “I mean maybe you actually are as weak as people say!” She called once more, trying to get a rise out of you, only for it to still not gauge a reaction from you as you got farther away, the echo of her friends snickering echoing off the surrounding buildings. “I mean Umemiya must only be with you cause he feels obligated to protect someone so weak. He’d probably leave you the second someone stronger comes around.” and at that you stopped dead in your tracks.

You weren’t usually the one to allow things to get to you. Especially from a girl such as her but even you sometimes had the doubts of if you were good enough for Umemiya. I mean the two of you met after he saved you from a group of bullies when the two of you were younger. He’s the one who trained you to be stronger. So of course you had your doubts no matter how silly they were. 

Once seeing how the words had gotten you to stop, the girl smirked before continuing, “Maybe I should go see him now. Show him what a real girl is like, one who actually is strong.” At this you turned around, finally facing the girl and taking note of the Shishitoren jacket draped over her shoulders causing you to chuckle hysterically, the smirk on the girl's face turning to confusion. “Hey! What’s so funny? I’m not joking.” She fussed, stomping her foot in a mini temper tantrum.

“I-....I’m sor…” You gasped for air, holding your stomach with one hand, the other gesturing for her to give you a minute as you tried to breathe normally again. “Ah I’m sorry. I just think its funny I almost took you seriously-””I am serious.” The girl cut you off, crossing her arms as she huffed at you with a roll of her eyes. “Alright, honey, whatever you say. It’s hilarious a shit-toren member like yourself thinks you’re strong enough to compare to me let alone for Umemiya to even bat an eye at.” You say, fixing your composure to stand tall as you stare down the girl a few feet away. 

“I am most definitely stronger than you. I at least didn’t meekly apologize and scurry off without solving what was obviously an argument. You don’t have to play tough, “Honey”. If you’re scared of me taking your man, just say that.” She gave you another shit eating smirk as you rolled your eyes. “What argument? You were yapping and I was too hungry to care but ya know what I’ll play along. I’m so scared of your strength.” You raise your hands, a faux scared expression adorning your features before you break out into an amused smile as steam practically comes from the girl's ears. “Now if that's all you wanted I’ll be on my way.” You saluted the girls, the same amused smile on your face as you turned to walk away. 

“You Bit-” the girl screamed before the quick sound of her footsteps grew louder behind you, signaling the girl coming closer. The swift sound of air moving from a punch being thrown sounded and you swiftly moved your head out of the way with minimal energy, catching the girl's fist in a tight grip as you looked at her over your shoulder. “Hasn’t anyone taught you it’s not polite to attack someone with their back turned.” You glared as the girl yanked her arm back and proceeded to throw a kick at you next. 

The fight continued for a while, you dodging and easily returning the kicks and throws the girl sent your way. That was until she called in her friends, which just like her were easy to overthrow at least until the girl snuck up behind you once more while you were fighting against about five of her friends, ending in you getting pushed to the concrete and one good punch landing on you,  just as you knocked the last of her friends unconscious. 

“What did I say about hitting someone with their back turned? Hm?” You asked, standing up with a menacing glare as you looked at the girl, whom was staring shocked at her unconscious friends surrounding the two of you. “I said it wasn’t polite.” You calmly stated, spitting out blood that gathered in your mouth after the one punch she finally landed. “I apologize.” She meekly stated, shrinking under the glare you continued to give her as you stepped closer to her, only stopping until you were right in front of her with her cornered against the brick wall of a building. “Apology…not accepted” You grinned as you repeated her words from earlier back to her before swinging your arm back, her eyes squeezing closed as you punched the wall next her head, chipping some of the brick off. “Get out of my sight.” You stated plainly as the girl's eyes flew open “and remember this the next time you disrespect someone.” The girl nodded before scurrying off, helping some of her friends get up as you began back on your journey for food.

“Ah man, I’m even hungrier now, I’m gonna need more than just wontons and egg rolls now.” You pouted as you rolled your shoulder, stiff from all the punching.  "Wontons! Wontons! Wontons!" You chanted happily as you walked into the store, finally ordering your long awaited meal.

…..

On your way home you munched happily on an eggroll only to bump into another person, causing you to sigh “Not again” you thought. “I apologize, I wasn’t watching where I was going.” You bowed politely for the second time today, before hearing a familiar chuckle. “Of course you weren’t. You never pay attention when foods on that pretty little brain of yours.” The man said, your head shooting up to look at him, taking in the handsome face of none other than your boyfriend, Hajime Umemiya. 

You released a breath you didn’t know you were holding as you realized you wouldn’t have to fight this person you bumped into…or at least hopefully wouldn’t as the mans happy loving smile dropped to a look of concern as he took in the large scrape on your cheek from when you hit the concrete and the split lip, still slightly bleeding. 

“What happened?” The man asked, his eyebrows furrowing in concern, as his large hand quickly came to gently cup your chin, turning it towards the side in order to study the wound on your cheek better. “It’s nothing, baby. Don’t worry about it.” Your hand came up to gently pull his away, cradling it in your hand as his eyes met yours. 

“Nothing happened? Who did this to you? Why didn’t you call for me?” He asked frantically, his eyes searching yours as you huffed and looked up at the sky. “It was just a girl and her friends from Shishitoren, babe. Really it was nothing. I handled it, she just got lucky and got a hit in.” You said, taking a step back from your boyfriends, overwhelmingly close proximity. 

“You still should have called for me.” The boy grumbled before intertwining his fingers with yours and pulling you back towards him as he dragged you in the direction of your shared apartment. “Umemiya slow down! I can walk by myself and you’re gonna make me drop the food.” You scolded only for that to cause more grumbles to escape the boy before he swiftly took the bag of food from your hand, carrying it for you.

As soon as you arrived at your apartment, the blonde quickly put the food on the counter, still dragging you behind him to the bathroom as you whined about being hungry. “Stay here.” The man ordered as he lifted you onto the bathroom counter before walking off, only to enter a few moments later with the first aid kit. “Umemiya I’m fine, its a small cut that’s all. Can we please do this after I eat-” You pleaded only to be met with a glare as your boyfriend shook his head and proceeded to pour alcohol onto a cotton pad. The man gently grabbed your hand, looked at your bruised and bloodied knuckles, a scoff escaping his lips as he glanced up at you, a sheepish look crossing your face. “This is more than a small cut, y/n. You could have gotten really hurt.” The boy scolded as he cleaned the cuts and dried blood off your knuckles, as small hisses escaped you. “Why didn’t you just walk away? You usually do. You know I always want you to call me if you know you’re gonna get in a fight.” He scolded, giving you sympathetic looks between his hard concentrated stares every time you winced as he continued to clean and bandage your wounds. “I can’t just whip out my phone in a fight, Umemiya. Plus I tried to walk away. She just came up behind me and tried to punch me.” “Cheap shot” He tsked as you recounted the events. “I know right, that's what I said!” You exclaimed, “Stupid Shit-toren” He chuckled, small smiles gracing your features as you both looked at one another. “I’m really sorry, Hajime. I tried to walk away. I really did. I mean all I wanted was some fucking wontons!” You huffed, throwing your hands in the air dramatically, the boy chuckling softly at your reaction.

“It's alright, baby. Just call me next time. I worry about you enough as it is.” He kissed your forehead softly as you nodded. “Alright now c’mon lets get those wontons in your stomach.” He smiled softly at you, holding his hand out to you as an offer to help you off the counter which you graciously took. “Please, I’ve been craving these Wontons all day.” You sighed dramatically, Umemiya shaking his head in amusement as he swung his arm over your shoulder, pulling you into his side as you walked to the kitchen where the bag of food was left sitting. “You wouldn’t have happened to get me-””A bowl of udon and a box of sashimi. I did indeed.” You smirked knowingly up at your boyfriend as he cheered happily “Whooping ass and getting me food, that's my girl!” He smiled lovingly at you as you nudged his side. “Shut up and get the food.” You snorted. “Yes ma’am!” He saluted jokingly as he ran off to the kitchen, leaving you there staring off at him lovingly, a smile gracing your features.

[himenoakuma]

🥹 I actually can’t these are so cute

Hello! I saw that wind breaker requests are open!

May I request some fluff for umemiya, suo, sakura and togame please?

I you could please write about how they would react if they saw their crush crying because they were worried about boys injuries please?

Thank you!

YESYESYES SO CUTTEEE!!! Thank you so so much for the request sweets!!! <333

Characters: Hajime Umemiya, Suo Hayato, Sakura Haruka, Jo Togame x reader (GN! since not specified)

Patch me up

HAJIME UMEMIYA

He usually never got this injured

but the gang that had used you and a few other vendors as hostages had knives and bats that had bruised and sliced at his, and his gangs skin.

After the fight, and after he looked over Bofurin to check for injuries, he quickly went up to check on you and some other vendors

Tears stained your cheeks as he fast walked to you, urgency in each step as he grew closer to you

You both locked eyes, and in an instant, you ran towards him, throwing yourself into his chest and wrapping your arms around him, tightly squeezing before tears restarted flowing down your cheeks.

your tears seeped into his white shirt, that was stained with red due to the scratches and slices on his skin

He wraps his arms around you as you sob, mumbling about how your safe and that he's fine

he brings you home, were you patch him up with sniffles and cuddle him for comfort, where he blushes lightly.

Your hold was nice, and warm, and it was so comforting

He felt sorry that you had to experience such a traumatizing situation, and that you had to see him fight and be serious

he closed his eyes, sitting on the couch as the thoughts of today rush through his mind, staying awake in as images of your terror filled face stayed imprinted under his eyelids.

that day, he did not sleep, even in the comfort of your embrace.

SUO HAYATO

he barely even gets hurt in general, so that person he was fighting would have to be very fast and diligent in their movements to even be able to touch him

He had been fighting a group with the other windbreaker first years, and the gang leader had been intently watching them, learning their steps and movements.

Suo was the first one who finished fighting the underlings, not even breaking a sweat, and he was the one who decided to fight the leader

since the leader had watched them, he had learned how to counter his fighting style and more

it took him of guard and made him hesitate in a movement which the gang leader used to his advantage and struck him, cutting his cheek in the process due to him falling on the ground before he jumped back up and fought back

it didn't come to mind until he finished the fight with the help of Sakura that the scene was right in front of you place

so after the fight, you running down the stairs of your place and basically shoving your face into his chest and you basically fall on your knees, loud sobs resonating in his ears

tears fell from your eyes like waterfalls, arms tightening at his waist and fists wrinkling his gakuran

he laughs as he pats your head, telling you to not worry, and that he was fine, a blush on his cheeks

he enjoyed that you worried so much for him, enough to sob at the sight of him 'endangering' himself to help the town.

SAKURA HARUKA

Get used to it

he loves fighting and getting injured is a part of it

its mostly for the thrill of hurt for him

but seeing you freak out about his bloody nose, bruised knuckles, and scratched face makes him tense

his bright red face basically blended with the redness of his blood LMAO

he's so awkward about it as you bandage his fists, patch up his scraped up elbows and cheeks, and clean him up of dirt

big crocodile tears flow down your cheeks as you clean him up, loud sniffles making him look at you

the tears just kept falling as you rubbed your face to dry them up, but they just kept dribbling down your flushed face and soaking up on his black pants as you sat, kneeling before him on the floor of your place after you patch up his scuffed up knee

he makes a face before standing up, making you look up at him as he grabbed you and made you stand up

he then held you close, holding the back of you head to his collar bone with one hand as the other wrapped around your back and awkwardly patted it

he was at least trying to comfort you, and it was working.

JO TOGAME

it was during a festival

a gang had shown up randomly and decided they were going to start some chaos

so they started to robbing food and drinks, destroying the stalls, and even pushing around some vendors

you had been helping out your friends parents in their stall since your friend got injured and their parents were busy selling their sweets as you kept an eye on the hot sugar when you heard the chaos happening a two stalls down

the stall besides yours was being helped by Jo Togame, who had been watching you from the corner of his eye the whole time, a small blush on his face

Togame had hear the chaos happening and asked the vendor to be able to check out what was happening, which the vendor quickly agreed

The male quickly slips on his Shishitoren jacket, the clacking of his geta sandals being loud as he walks towards the ruckus of the opposing gangs show of power

what he got hurt with wasn't an injury from a punch or a kick, but a few scrapes came from how harshly he landed when he tackled the gangs leader, knees sliding on the floor and ripping his loose, monk pants

you had turned off the heat on the sugar and made the last few sweets to be sold before focusing on the fight happening, your friends parents having started to freak out, trying to take care of the elderly around you

you weren't too worried about the people around, more worried for Togame, with how he slid in the rough, rocky ground

the sound of screams and punches were loud, but you could only watch as Togame slowly stands up and tells the gang to scram

you quickly grab the first aid kit that was under you friend's parents stall and rush forward, tears brimming your waterline as you jogs up to him

you grab his sleeve, pulling him to a seat and cleaning his knees and knuckles

you blink, and suddenly your crying, sniffling

Togame blushes, not knowing what to do other than to hold you close

and so that's what he does

he stands and walks away with you, holding onto your sleeve this time and dragging you to a secluded space

the festival was then canceled for the rest of the night

but both you and Togame stick close to each other, looking up at the dark sky that is luminated by the stars and the moon

[himenoakuma]

Love love these! ✨

“YOU CRAZY? I HAVE A BOYFRIEND!”

WIND BREAKER + YOU NOT RECOGNIZING THEM. ft. hayato suo, kaji ren, togame jo, & umemiya hajime x f!reader

filled request : a chunk of it -> “..reacting to drunk reader not recognizing them and they wanna take reader home but reader won’t let them and tells them to fuck off or else her boyfriend (which is right infront of her) will kick their ass..”

notes : aa ! ! i am also a sucker for plots like these !! sorry it took me a while to get to >: thank u sm for sending this in nonnie <3 (cw alcohol ; but the consumption isn’t really mentioned in this)

HAYATO SUO.

“don’t you dare touch me,” suo’s eyes widen when you’re clumsily swatting at his hand, half lidded eyes narrowing into your best attempt at a glare. your words are slow and slurred, but he still manages to understand the gist of what you’re trying to say. “my boyfriend’s gonna make you pay if you do,” you huff, pointing an accusatory finger at him and jabbing it a couple times into his chest for extra measure.

“oh?” his gaze softens a bit, unbeknownst to you, and his smile is back the second he understands what’s happening here. “your boyfriend? where is he now?”

the way your glare immediately falls at your realization almost makes him feel bad, and he’s giving you a smile of pity when your lips tug into a deep pout. “um…” you frown, eyebrows furrowing to rid of the tears already starting to blur your vision, “i don’t know…”

“you don’t know?” suo’s voice is steady, easily hiding the way he’s stifling a laugh at the sudden change in your demeanor. he’s watching with amusement as you start to sniff, hands coming to messily wipe at your eyes with your sleeve as you start babbling, spewing out things about how “you need to find your boyfriend right this second” and how you’re “all lonely now.”

“oh dear,” he chuckles, hands coming to lightly grasp around your wrists, “your boyfriend has told you not to wipe your eyes like that before, hasn’t he? you’re going to irritate the skin.”

“mhm,” you give him a shy nod before staring up at him with confusion, gaze flickering to the thumb he’s bringing to gently swipe at the tears collecting along your lashes a moment later. the way you’re stiffening up at his touch is cute— and it looks like you’ve unconsciously recognized his familiarity even in this state.

“y-you know my boyfriend?”

how endearing.

“sure. i know him pretty well,” suo smiles, hand coming to press against your lower back as you guides you forward, “so let’s find him, okay? come with me.”

KAJI REN.

“huh?” you’ve got kaji completely petrified, eyes blown open as his hands defensively shoot up in front of him the second you’re slowly waving your pepper spray back and forth— the pepper spray he had bought you, by the way. “what do you think you’re doing?”

“i’ll tell you exactly what im doing,” you retort, eyes narrowing at the alleged unfamiliar man in front of you, “i’m gonna call my boyfriend here, and he’s gonna beat your ass if you don’t leave in the next five seconds.”

ah. the slur in your voice is all it takes for the situation to suddenly click in his head. and now that he’s looking at you closer up, he’s surprised that you’re even able to stand in such a state. you’ve only come here with him, so the only way you’ll be going home is if he takes you home.

and that’s not looking very plausible right now.

he’s clicking his tongue before ripping through another lollipop, raking his fingers through his hair as he goes through the potential routes he can go with this. how the fuck was he gonna bring you home like this..? and actually, how would it make him look if people see him forcefully tossing you onto his back and booking it home?

this was a terrible situation through and through.

“um— come here,” he tries coaxing you the way he would with a stray animal, fingers coming to hesitantly pinch your sleeve to lift your arm without technically touching you, and he’s slowly moving it a couple inches to the right. “i’m your boyfriend. let’s go home.”

you shake your head.

his cheeks are flushing red when he realizes there are onlookers now, a handful of people watching the situation unfold, and you’re not helping his case at all— arms crossed across your chest as you eye him up and down suspiciously.

“c-candy,” he grumbles under his breath, deep red spreading to the tips of his ears. “i’ll give you a piece of candy if you come with me. sound good?”

TOGAME JO.

“m-my boyfriend can fight, you know” you stumble backwards, slowly backing up until your back meets with one of the tables, and it’s just great. you’re completely trapped now. he’s looming over you the next second, big hands resting on either side of you as you try to steady your breathing.

togame will be here any minute, you’re reminding yourself. this is fine.

“that so?” there’s a low chuckle from him, and he’s feigning innocence, looking around to locate this boyfriend of yours. “i don’t see him anywhere.”

your breath catches in your throat. your vision’s still dizzy, world spinning each and every time you move your head, and you search around your hips, internally cursing when you realize your purse is gone too.

no phone, and no boyfriend.

he’s moving awfully close to you now, and you can’t move— can’t call your boyfriend. “y-yeah,” you manage to stammer, thinking hard as you decide what to do. “he even taught me how to fight… so don’t test me.”

now that’s a bluff.

“oh. did he now?” togame’s brow raises at your threat, trying to resist the urge to laugh when you’re quickly nodding the next second, cute hands balling into little fists— and oh, that’s not quite how you’re supposed to do it.

but he’ll teach you another time. “so… in that case… you know what to do when a guy does— this?” his fingers wrap around your wrist before you can get a word out, pulling you forward in one swift movement.

you’re gasping as soon as you fall forward, crashing straight into his chest, and his arms are quick to wrap around you, big hand coming to pat at your head like a dog.

“oh, how weird. i didn’t think he’d teach you to hug other guys.”

UMEMIYA HAJIME. cw : he jokingly refers to himself as your kidnapper (he did not kidnap you)

“what now, haji?” your eyes narrow at the phone screen being shoved an inch in front of your face, and ume’s gone puppy mode beside you, excitedly rocking back and forth on your bed as he waits for you to hit play.

“just watch! you’ll see. press play.”

you rub at your eyes, wincing at the way your head starts to throb, still pounding from the events of yesterday. the video that plays out in front of you is completely dark for the first seconds, and you’re quick to grow impatient— seconds away from huffing and pushing his phone away until you finally hear a rustling, followed your own voice.

“haji’s gonna make you pay,” you cringe at the sound of your own voice, and there’s a loud sniffle that follows. “so take me wherever you want, ya goof. he’ll really make you regret it when he finds me.”

no way.

“‘haji’ huh!” you hear umemiya burst into a laughing fit, your face burning at the way he’s poking fun at your past self, and you hear your drunken self scoffing at him a second after. “so what kinda guy is he, huh? your kidnapper’s gotta know!”

there was absolutely no way he recorded himself carrying you home.

“he’s huuge,” the video catches your hiccup, “he can toss you around like nothing. i’m warning you now. so you can put me down if you get it.”

from the muffled sound of your voice, you think ume probably had you tossed over his shoulder, a strong arm wrapped around the back of your thighs to keep you draped over him. “that so?” he chuckles, “what’s he look like?”

“i can’t believe you,” you sigh, fingers rubbing at your temples, “you’re unbelievable.” you’re sneaking a quick glance at your boyfriend, but he’s still focused on the video, soft smile tugging at his lips. “keep listening, ‘kay baby? this is my favorite part.”

uh oh.

“he’s the prettiest boy ever!” your cheeks are immediately filling with heat at your shameless confession, hand slamming over your mouth— there was absolutely no way. “you wouldn’t believe it. you’ll know when you see ‘im. he’s gorgeous. beautiful. i looove him! don’t fall in love with my boyfriend— you better not. he’s mine.”

[himenoakuma]

holding their hand ♡

↬ notes ; sakura haruka, suo hayato, togame jo, umemiya hajime x gn!reader

↬ from ice ; no one asked for this HAHAHA but i really wanted to write for my silly boys <3 they're literally so fun and cute, this is my first time writing for windbreaker though so i hope the characterisation is okay! a little short & it's drabble style but hope you enjoy :)

↬ warning(s) ; none

please reblog ! it helps a lot :)

[ sakura haruka ! ]

with haruka, you're usually the one that has to initiate physical affection. he definitely wants to hold your hand, it's just that whenever you slip your palm into his and he feels how warm you are, his face turns so red he looks like one of the tomatoes umemiya's growing on the roof. at least that's what suo always loves to tease him and say, which only serves to make haruka threaten to beat him up in the middle of the street. but then he'll remember that you're beside him and he'll settle for giving suo the most intense death glare ever, only to give you a small smile as he turns to you and squeezes your hand ever so gently. haruka always treats you like you're a fragile flower, so he holds your hand with the utmost care and pride, because he's really proud to be able to call himself your boyfriend.

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[ suo hayato ! ]

hayato thinks he's so cool. he's so suave, always slipping his fingers between yours when you're walking together until your hands are intertwined without you even realising it. and if you get embarrassed, he'll only smirk and tease you about how you look so cute when you're flustered. he's the type to confidently walk about town swinging your hand with his, telling everyone who asks that you're his partner. i feel like hayato would also wear matching rings with you, and whenever he caresses his ring before a fight it's like he can feel the sensation of your hand in his, and that reminds him that he can't injure his hands or he won't be able to hold you, so he's always extra careful ever since he started dating you.

[ togame jo ! ]

togame likes taking things slow instead of rushing through life, so whenever he holds your hand, you somehow end up feeling like a precious gem that he treasures with all his heart. that isn't actually too far from how he views you, because the way this man holds your hand is so incredibly gentle. even though his hands are rough and calloused, he'll slip his hand into yours and it feels like he's really savouring the moment, enjoying the way your hand fits in his like two puzzle pieces slotting together perfectly. he's sometimes worried that you won't want to hold his hand when his knuckles are bloodied or scraped from fights, but just a press a kiss to his battered knuckles and togame will be putty in your hands.

[ umemiya hajime ! ]

umemiya adores you. it's evident to everyone, from the students at bofurin to the townsfolk, and it's especially obvious in the way that he looks at you. when you hold his hand, his eyes light up like a million stars, and he narrowly refrains from actually jumping up and down like a little kid (hiragi convinces him that's a little too undignified for bofurin's leader). he always ends up unconsciously squeezing your hand when he's excited, or when he's deep in thought, or anytime, really. he just needs that reminder of your presence and it feels like he'll be able to solve any problem that comes his way. whenever he walks you home, umemiya will also always kiss the back of your hand like he's a prince courting a suitor and give you a dramatic goodbye, it's just one of the things you love about him too.

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[himenoakuma]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ Satoru Gojo Drabbles/ Headcanons ˚୨୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

Stripper! Gojo- Satoru Gojo is the leader of a male revue, and you're promised to be a bride to Naoya Zenin - and just want one night of freedom before

Pornstar! Satoru - Satoru is a pornstar who loves his life till he meets you and you mess his career all up - you're losing yourself and he's losing himself (now a fic)

Bully! Gojo- NSFW - Gojo is a complete dick and bullies you in college, and you honestly fucking love it, lil masochist Part Two Part three

Priest! Gojo- NSFW You have a confession to make to Father Gojo you sinner, but don't worry, he'll fill you with love and light!

Pervert! Gojo- also have some Pervert! Geto here - NSFW Satoru can't help but fuck you and send videos to his bestie Suguru, and make you cum in public

Sugar Daddy! Gojo- NSFW - Gojo loves to spoil you constantly, with his mone, with his mouth, and with his cum <3

Vampire! Gojo - Vamp Gojo rly wants your blood, oh and he also totally wants to marry you- yay!?

Yandere Roomie! Gojo - Yandere Satoru may or may not have got you kicked out of your apartment so you have to live with him, you may or may not rly care bc of that dick

Escort! Satoru - You hired Satoru for a date, but both of you fall. He has one rule - no kissing! Drabble mini series where Escort Satoru gets down bad for a client - five parts

Mafia! pretty boy Gojo- from Losing Control Mow - Mobster Gojo x Bartender reader, Gojo instantly falls and knows he must save you from dangerous people

Fratboy! Gojo- cute and freaky hcs of fratboy Gojo x Sorority reader from Took You Like a Shot - Part Two

You're mine, got it baby?- Yandere Gojo x short fem reader (request!) NSFW you asked the neighbor to change your porch light, Satoru needs to teach you better

One Night at the club - Yandere Gojo x Tall fem reader (request) NSFW - Satoru meets you at a bar and you knock a dude out- hott!

How to get a raise: Satoru Gojo x smol boob reader (request) NSFW you wear a new bra at the office, Gojo doesn't like it!

Just one more time: NSFW -Satoru needs to go again and again, just one more time plz

Bad Idea Right -NSFW- you trip and fall into ex boyfriend Gojo's bed, whoopsie!

His Instrument - Yandere Gojo x Musician Darling- nsfw- Gojo goes to all your operas, it's totally normal don't worry!

An Arranged Marriage with Gojo: NSFW - You are arranged to marry Gojo, sight unseen, and run into a hot white haired guy at the bar the night before, you both decide to have some fun before your 'wedding' (longer drabble)

You Cryin baby? - NSFW - Satoru Gojo x Busty reader- Satoru really likes your titties and loves seeing your tears

First Time -Satoru Gojo x Virgin reader- NSFW - you want your best friend to be your first, and find out you've both had feelings all this time (longer drabble)

I'm Into it: NSFW - Satoru and you are best friends, and there's only one place to sit, his lap- teasing/college au.

Yan!Gojo wants Geto's girl - NSFW- Just Gojo jerking off to a pic he stole off Geto's phone of youuu (mini series)

Ice Cream: SFW- You are pregnant and miserable, Satoru calls you an orca LMAO

My first kiss went a little like this- SFW- arranged marriage, jujutsu sorcerers, you can break Gojo's barrier- sweet, fluffy cute

Tell me how you hate me - NSFW- just Gojo hating you and loving your coochie lol

Need a Seatbelt when I ride it - nsfw - some cute and freaky ass domestic smut with you and soccer dad Satoru

Losing focus every time you speak, girl - nsfw - Yan Gojo mad that your boss Sukuna flirts with you at the Christmas office dinner!

Morning after Christmas with Satoru - nsfw the morning after Christmas, how long do you all have before the kids wake up? Enough time to make more babies

Even though I'm wifey you can hit it like a sidechick - CEO Gojo and his assistant/wifey love office breaks

Dom Gojo/sub reader reader is edged like a mf and dommed by a jealous Satoru

Virgin Gojo and Virgin Reader - nsfw- Gojo and your first time- cute and sweet little drabble

Fratboy Gojo waxes you- nsfw- Where your baby daddy waxes you since you're a lil too far along to shave <3

Masterlist of all my full series/ fics // Long Oneshots of Gojo here - Masterlist Gojo Full length fics here - Masterlist // by me a glass of wine here - Kofi Link

[himenoakuma]

I was fed beautifully 🥵

Wonyoung hcs?? 🤔

A teasing mf, like sometimes you just genuinely want to punch her—

Never did she think she would be interested in someone, at least for not as long as she has been interested in you. Commitment was never on her list.

Taeju will forever hunt her, “I thought you said you would never get married, but you are a strand of hair away from marrying that Omega you always talk to.”

^ This ended with a whole WWE fight.

I have a feeling it took a LONG time for her to accept her feelings towards you. Thinking her possessiveness towards you was simply her wanting to be friendly and protect you from other dangerous alphas; if you even mentioned going out to meet someone she would pout, using the lame excuse that as your best friend, she worries you’ll end up falling for a good for nothing.

Instead of using sex as a way to relax after killing, she now just visits you while you take care of her; worried she might have any wounds. It makes her heart flutter, she thinks it’s adorable watching you get all worried and being kind enough to wash her bloody clothes.

Yeah.. she fell in love, Taeju probably noticed way before she did. However even if she already knew she would still deny, deny, deny, until she can’t anymore.

Taegu probably exposed her… I FEEL LIKE IT WOULD MAKE SENSE, there is no way she could bring herself to admit.

“Wonyoung, if you don’t confess to (Y/n), I will do it for you bud.” “I WILL KILL YOU DON’T TRY ME MORON.”

Taeju told everyone.. family members, especially Wonyoung’s mom and everyone was shocked.

Eventually once you both start your relationship she will be very possessive over you; well, what alpha isn’t? However with Wonyoung it can sometimes be at a scary level.

Would literally kill for you, she already does anyways so whats the big deal?

VERY touchy. I imagine she stands behind you while you’re cooking and she slides her hand down your shirt up to cub your breasts. If not, she squeezes your ass and kisses your neck.

I feel like she knows how to cook pretty decently. So when there is no work in the mornings, she usually makes breakfast before you wake up, and takes it to bed, waking you up with a nice aroma of whatever she made.

Loves having you wear her clothes, that way you carey her scent + you look so cute in her eyes! Doesn’t matter if it fits too big or not on you.

Everyone literally knows you’re hers, no kidding. Sometimes you go to pay her a visit at work and first thing you notice; everyone knows you and treats you like royalty.

Loves giving forehead kisses, or kissing the top of your head. It’s very sweet and cute compared to her other more rough kisses.

The best to cuddle with, although beware; her hold on you is strong, it’s hard breaking free from her arms.

Wonyoung works out a lot, so it’s not rare seeing her sweaty, wearing a black wife beater.. it’s a really nice sight trust me. You get to see her strong arms and biceps, hair sticking onto her forehead.

Buys you lots of things, most times expensive ones. Ay she has the money and loves spoiling her girl.

For dates she takes you to expensive restaurants. She wants you to try the best of the best, something nice, fancy, romantic.

She gossips to you a lot.. and I mean a lot. She always has something to say which sometimes leads her to getting in trouble. You have to remind her to shut her big mouth up or else she might cause problems. You love her dearly, but goodness..

NSFW

She is so big. Very big. The way she has you stretched to your limits is unbelievable. She has you crying and drooling on her cock in just 6 minutes.

Very experienced. She knows how to use her cock, her fingers, her mouth. Where to hit in order to find your sweet spot, where to touch you, where to kiss, suck, lick. It has your brain going blank.

She is so pretty naked too. Cock fully erected, about 8.5 inches, her defined muscles, breasts exposed and pink nipples erected, the way she looks down at you with those eyes, her beautiful black hair framing her face, cheeks flushed as she breathes heavily. She’s perfect in your eyes.

Lots of dirty talk, she just loves pounding into you while whispering the dirtiest things in your ear.

“Fuck you’re taking me so well baby, such a good girl taking all of my cock. Fuck yes clench around me like that~. You like me filling this pretty cunt with my cock huh? So pretty moaning and crying— aww poor baby~ ngh.”

There is not a single inch of your skin that remains untouched by her. She grabs you everywhere, your thighs, breasts, hips, neck, waist, sometimes presses her hand against your tummy to feel the bulge her cock makes when thrusting inside you.

Her favorite position is either doggy style or mating press, you cannot change my mind.

Lasts about 3 rounds, in her heat though? … 7–

When your heat triggers her, she is feral. Animalistic almost. Fucking you over and over again, pounding into your tight heat, hold you still leaving you no other choice but to take it all and cry in pleasure.

Likes choking you, leaving you gasping for more air. She won’t choke you too much though, but just enough to make you feel lightheaded, especially with her rough thrusts combined.

Very into BDSM, cuffing you with some handcuffs, pressing some vibrators against your hard nipples, perhaps even put a gag on you.

Master at eating you out. Her tongue is deep inside your cunt, then switch to sucking on your clit while thrusting those long fingers inside of your wet heat.

Sometimes will push your head too low on her cock when you’re giving her head, making you gag.

Has pulled you on an alleyway for s quick relieve. Pushing your panties aside ad she thrusts her cock inside of you, your hand covering your mouth— afraid to let out a sound and let people find out.

Your body will be FILLED with hickeys, no kidding. People will ask if you got beaten up or what. Wonyoung is a little shit and leaves hickeys on the most visible places.

[himenoakuma]

YOU ARE NOT DYING jjk men

feat. gojo, geto, nanami, toji, sukuna, shiu, higuruma

sum. MIA for two whole days, your older boyfriend finds you have been sick the whole time but don’t worry, they are here to take care of you!

warning. non-sorcerer! jjk men, you are early twenty and they are late twenty, petnames, fluff, crack,

GOJO SATORU

he bursts through your apartment door like a whirlwind in a storm — keys jangling as they hit the floor, designer sunglasses still perched on his nose, even though it's nearly sundown. the moment the door swings open, his voice echoes through the quiet, too-quiet apartment.

“sweetheart? baby?” his voice is deceptively cheerful, light and sing-song, but the tension is there, tight in the undercurrent. he hasn’t heard from you in two days. no text. no call. nothing. and you never go that quiet, not even when you’re mad at him.

satoru’s long legs carry him through your apartment like he owns the place — which, to be fair, he kind of does, considering he pays your rent without your knowledge. he steps into the dimly lit living room and freezes.

you’re there, bundled up on the couch like a miserable, sniffling ghost. oversized hoodie swallowing you whole, one of his, naturally, and a pathetic mountain of tissues around you like a fortress. there’s a blanket halfway off your legs, a cold cup of tea on the table, and your phone sitting dead by your hand.

“...what the hell,” he breathes, sunglasses slipping down his nose as he takes it in, brows furrowing under snowy bangs. “are you seriously dying in silence? do you hate me?”

you groan softly, barely able to lift your head. “didn’t wanna bother you… you’re busy with work…”

“busy with work? babe, i thought you got kidnapped by some creepy guy who’s into sniffing socks or something—which, by the way, i would’ve lost my shit over.”

he’s already moving, dropping to his knees in front of the couch, hands large and warm as they cup your flushed face. you’re burning. “oh my god, you’re so hot,” he says, wide-eyed, like it’s not from the fever. “and not in the good, ride-me-until-my-legs-don’t-work way. like… medically concerning.”

you manage a weak laugh, and he beams like you just handed him the moon. satoru brushes your hair back with trembling fingers, his usual smugness cracking under genuine concern.

“you didn’t even call me,” he murmurs, voice dipping low. “two days, angel. two days. i almost broke into your classes like a psycho sugar daddy with a god complex.”

you sniffle, leaning into his palm. “didn’t wanna make you worry…”

“i always worry about you,” he says, exasperated. “that’s, like, half my personality. haven’t you noticed?”

and then, of course, he softens — because he’s a menace, but he’s your menace. satoru stands, scooping you into his arms like you weigh nothing. you squirm, mumbling protests, but your limbs are too heavy, and his arms are warm.

“shut up. we’re doing this,” he says, already carrying you to your bed. “you’re sleeping somewhere with actual blankets and no tissue graveyard. jesus, babe, this whole place smells like menthol and heartbreak.”

he sets you down carefully, tucking the blankets around you like you’re the most delicate thing he’s ever touched. he presses a kiss to your temple, then your cheek, then lingers near your lips, hesitant.

“can i…? or am i gonna get the plague?”

you pout. “you’ll get sick.”

“worth it,” he says immediately, leaning down and giving you the softest kiss — just enough pressure to make your heart ache, his thumb brushing your cheek like he’s scared you’ll disappear.

when he pulls back, he’s grinning again, wicked this time. “besides, i bet i’d look hot with a fever. you’d have to nurse me back to health in, like, a slutty little nurse outfit. win-win, right?”

you roll your eyes, but your smile gives you away. “you’re impossible.”

“and you’re my favorite stupid little college girl who forgets to eat when she’s sick.” his hands are already sliding under the covers, slipping around your waist, pulling you close. “so now i’m gonna hold you like a clingy teddy bear, make you drink water, and maybe talk about how good you’d look drooling all over my shirt.”

you snort. “what happened to concern?”

“baby, i am concerned. but i’m also very horny, emotionally overwhelmed, and tragically in love with you. deal with it.”

you let him spoon you from behind, his breath warm on your neck, his body a furnace. his fingers trace lazy circles on your stomach, lips brushing your shoulder.

“next time you’re sick,” he mumbles, “you better call me. i swear to god, i’ll tattoo my number on your forehead if that’s what it takes.”

you nod sleepily, and satoru kisses the shell of your ear.

“good girl.”

GETO SUGURU

he doesn’t knock.

he doesn’t need to — your spare key has been hanging on his keyring for months now, worn from use. suguru opens your door slowly, shoulders tense under his tailored black coat, hair pulled into a lazy low bun like he didn’t even bother styling it this morning. he’s been in meetings all day, working too much, sleeping too little — and now, he’s standing in your apartment, greeted by silence and dim, static air.

“baby?”

his voice is low, velvety, laced with concern that makes your stomach twist. it’s the first time you’ve heard him in two days. you were too sick, too dizzy, too caught up in your own haze of shivers and aching limbs to call him, even though you wanted to. god, you wanted to.

you hear his steps grow closer, steady and measured, then stop right in front of your bedroom door. it creaks open. his tall frame fills the doorway.

and that’s all it takes.

your throat tightens immediately, and like a switch flipped, you burst into tears. snotty, pathetic, breathless sobs that hit you harder than you expected. your voice cracks as you try to speak, but nothing coherent comes out — just a whimper, an ugly sniffle, and a tremble in your bottom lip.

“suguru…” you croak, eyes watery as you sit up on the bed.

his expression falters for half a second — just a flicker of panic under the cool surface. he moves toward you so fast it’s like instinct, dropping his bag to the floor and shrugging off his coat in one motion.

but you beat him to it.

you swing your legs over the edge of the bed with all the theatrical effort of a dying victorian bride, forcing your shaky body upright. it makes your vision spin, but you don’t care — you throw your arms open dramatically, like some sad, flu-stricken princess summoning her knight.

“hold me,” you sniffle, hiccupping through the tears. “i’m sick and miserable and ugly, and i think i’m dying.”

he blinks. then huffs a breath — a soft, low laugh, like he doesn’t know whether to kiss you or scold you.

“you’re the most dramatic little brat i’ve ever seen,” he murmurs, but he’s already on his knees in front of you, pulling you into his chest. his arms wrap around you fully, palms spread over your back as he tucks your face into the crook of his neck.

“i missed you,” you whimper into his skin, voice cracking. “i was too dizzy to text you and i tried to make soup but it just turned into sadness—”

“shh,” he whispers, stroking your hair gently. “breathe, baby. you’re okay now.”

you cling to him like a koala, fists bunching the back of his shirt. your body sags in his arms, and he holds you up without flinching, like he wants to carry your weight, all of it — your illness, your loneliness, your melodramatic sniffles.

“two days without you and i already look like a corpse,” you mumble. “my skin’s grey. i’m withering.”

he chuckles against your hair, then pulls back just enough to cup your flushed cheeks. “hm. dramatic. needy. sick. crying in my arms like a heartbroken soap opera wife.” his thumb brushes your bottom lip. “you know that’s kind of hot, right?”

you blink. “i’m literally disgusting right now.”

“you’re my favorite disgusting little creature,” he says, and kisses your forehead. “now lie back. i’m going to order real food, give you meds, and make you drink water even if i have to hold your nose shut.”

you sniffle again, eyes fluttering shut as you nuzzle into his chest.

“you’re gonna spoil me,” you mumble.

he smiles, kissing your hair.

“i already do, sweetheart.”

his hand trails lower under the blanket, slipping to your waist, possessive and warm.

“and after you stop looking like a dying victorian girl,” he murmurs by your ear, voice dipping low, “i’m gonna spoil you in other ways.”

you groan into his chest, heat blooming in your cheeks. “gross.”

“mm. you love it.”

and he’s right. because even at your worst — sick, crying, clingy — suguru geto looks at you like you’re the only thing that’s ever made his life worth slowing down for.

NANAMI KENTO

he should’ve come sooner.

the thought pounds in his head, rhythmic and steady like the ticking of his watch as he pushes into your apartment with a key he made you give him months ago — “for emergencies,” you said, laughing. but this feels like one. you hadn’t texted him back in two days, and that’s unlike you. you were always eager to reply, dramatic even in your “i miss you” messages. so when the silence stretched into a second night, nanami ended his meeting mid-sentence, picked up his coat, and walked out without an ounce of hesitation.

the moment he steps inside, he knows something’s wrong.

your apartment smells off — like the sour tang of sickness masked under old lavender candles. he closes the door quietly, gaze sharp as he sets down his briefcase and calls your name once, calmly.

no answer.

the bathroom light is on.

and then he hears it — the retching.

nanami’s blood runs cold. he moves fast, faster than you’d ever expect from the man who lectures you about walking too quickly indoors. the bathroom door is cracked open. inside, you’re slumped on the cold tile, hugging the toilet bowl, trembling and feverish. your hoodie is sticking to your back with sweat, your knees red from the floor.

you don’t hear him. not until his calm, familiar voice cuts through the haze.

“sweetheart.”

your head jerks up weakly. your voice comes out hoarse, cracking. “kento…?”

he doesn’t say anything at first — just takes a slow breath and kneels beside you, sleeves rolled up in one fluid motion. his tie dangles over your shoulder as he brushes your damp hair back gently, then reaches for the towel nearby to wipe your mouth. his hand doesn’t shake, but his jaw clenches. tight.

“how long has this been happening?” he asks softly, but there’s steel under it. restrained panic. the kind that only surfaces when something he cares about is suffering — and you are the only one who makes him lose control like this.

you sniffle, dazed. “since last night… thought it would pass…”

“and you didn’t call me.”

“you were working,” you mumble. “didn’t wanna stress you out.”

nanami lets out a breath. a sharp one. he gently presses the back of his hand to your forehead, his frown deepening. you’re burning up.

“you’re shaking,” he mutters. “you’re not staying in here another second.”

“but i threw up—”

“exactly why you’re not staying in here,” he says firmly.

and that’s when your vision blurs again, but this time with hot tears. you cover your face with your hands, voice cracking like glass. “i feel gross, kento. i smell disgusting. my mouth tastes like death. i wanted to clean up before you came and now you’re seeing me like this—”

he doesn’t let you spiral.

his hands, large and warm, wrap around your wrists and gently pull them from your face. he leans in, forehead to yours, voice calm but low.

“you think any of that matters to me?” he whispers. “you’re sick. and you’re mine. i don’t care if you smell like hell. you’re still the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen.”

you sniff, swallowing another sob. “i look like a wet rat.”

he presses a kiss to your damp forehead. “then you’re my wet rat.”

and despite everything, you laugh — a weak, wet, pitiful sound, but it makes him smile.

then he lifts you. no warning. one smooth motion, as if you weigh nothing. your arms cling to his neck, dizzy and lightheaded as he carries you out of the bathroom and down the hall.

“where—?”

“bed? no,” he says, striding straight past it. “you’re burning up and soaked through.”

he stops in front of your closet and kicks it open gently. “clean clothes,” he mutters. “then i’m drawing you a bath.”

you blink. “aren’t you going to let me change myself?”

he looks at you, unimpressed. “do you really think i’m letting you stand on your own right now?”

you pout. “you’re bossy when i’m sick.”

“i’m bossy because you’re reckless and dramatic and refuse to call me when you need help,” he says, setting you down on the edge of your bed. his hands reach up, unzipping your hoodie with such care it makes your breath catch. “and if you ever do this again, i swear to god—”

you reach out weakly, tugging at his tie. “you’ll what?”

he leans in, gaze dark and heavy.

“i’ll handcuff you to my bed and monitor your temperature every hour until you learn your lesson.”

your eyes go wide. “…is that a threat or a promise?”

his lips curl into the barest smirk.

“both.”

TOJI FUSHIGURO

you were crying. again.

but not soft, delicate tears — oh no. it was messy, snotty, full-volume dramatic sobbing, the kind you’d only let out in the privacy of your kitchen, hunched over like some tragic figure in a bad medical drama.

the bottle of meds sat in front of you. sealed. stupid. evil.

and your fingers? useless. trembling. too weak to twist it open. your body had already betrayed you all day — shivering under five blankets, sweating through them an hour later, barely able to sit up without seeing stars. and this goddamn childproof bottle was the final straw.

“open,” you whispered hoarsely, turning it with your palms, your arms shaking.

“open, please… i’m not strong enough, oh my god. i’m a weak pathetic little victorian widow.”

you tried again. failed again.

your bottom lip quivered.

you dropped your head onto the counter with a dramatic thunk.

“this is it,” you wailed to no one. “this is how i die. taken out by a five-dollar bottle of generic tylenol.”

and that was, of course, the exact moment the front door opened with a heavy thud.

of course it was toji.

he was supposed to be out — working, training, maybe casually intimidating someone. but no. your hot mess of a dramatic arc just had to intersect with him at the peak of your suffering.

“you better not be on the floor again,” his voice called out dryly.

you gasped. “toji—!”

and in he walked, black shirt clinging to his chest, hair still slightly wet from the shower he probably took at the gym, eyebrow cocked in that way — the one that said he knew he was walking into bullshit.

he paused at the kitchen doorway.

you were curled in front of the counter, shaking like a leaf in your hoodie and fuzzy socks, cradling the bottle of meds in your hands like it was your last hope.

your eyes, glossy with fever and tears, locked on him like he was salvation.

“babe,” you croaked, dramatic hand on your heart. “i’m too weak. i need you.”

his face was unreadable.

then he sighed.

“you can’t open your meds bottle?”

“no,” you sobbed. “i tried. i begged. i even yelled at it. and it laughed at me, toji.”

he walked over slowly. “the bottle laughed at you?”

“with its silence.”

“you’re outta your damn mind.”

you whimpered as he took the bottle from your hands like it was the easiest thing in the world. he twisted it open with one hand. one hand.

your mouth dropped open in betrayal.

“don’t gloat,” you muttered.

“i didn’t say anything.”

“you were thinking it. i can hear your thoughts. they’re all smug and condescending.”

toji plucked two pills out, popped them in your hand. “yeah? what else are my thoughts saying?”

“they’re saying, ‘wow, my girlfriend’s so weak and small and pitiful, i could crush her with one hand.’”

he snorted, pushing the water bottle toward you.

“i’d rather use the one hand to spank you next time you act like an idiot instead of calling me.”

your eyes widened. “i was preserving your peace!”

“and i’m preserving your life, you dramatic little shit.”

you downed the meds, still sniffling. “i want chicken soup and cuddles.”

“yeah? say please.”

you glared at him.

he leaned down, grabbed you by the back of the thighs, and lifted you up with zero warning, tossing you over his shoulder like a sack of rice.

you squealed. “toji—!”

“you want cuddles? you get ‘em after soup. and no more dying alone in the kitchen, dumbass.”

you whined into his back, but your fingers were already gripping the hem of his shirt, safe and secure.

he set you on the couch, tucked you in aggressively, and went back to the kitchen to slam pots around. the bottle of meds still sat on the counter, now open. completely defeated.

you glared at it from your blanket cocoon.

“i hope you fall off the counter and roll under the fridge, you little bitch.”

“what was that?” toji called.

“nothing, babe! love you!”

“that’s what i thought.”

RYOMEN SUKUNA

he knew something was off the second he walked through the door.

your apartment was dark. quiet. no sounds of you stomping around, no dramatic voice echoing from the bedroom about how he never refills the snacks or always leaves his rings on the counter like you’re his damn butler.

nothing.

just silence.

and sukuna?

he doesn’t do silence when it comes to you.

so his voice comes loud, sharp. “oi. where the fuck are you?”

no answer.

he’s already heading down the hall, jaw tight, fingers twitching like he’s ready to rip the universe in half if it’s taken you from him. he calls for you again—louder this time. still nothing. until—

a soft, pathetic sound.

gagging.

choking.

then… sniffling.

he throws open the bathroom door and freezes.

you’re on the cold tile, curled up dramatically beside the toilet like a tragic heroine in some bad romance movie. your hair is a mess, face flushed with fever, nose red, eyes glassy with tears. you’re shivering in one of his oversized shirts, legs tucked up like a child. and you’re talking to yourself.

rambling.

like you’re saying goodbye.

“tell… tell my mom i loved her,” you whisper hoarsely to no one. “and you can have my manga… just not the signed ones. bury me with those. and don’t let that bitch from the office come to my funeral—”

sukuna blinks. hard.

“what. the fuck,” he growls, stepping in. “are you doing?”

you gasp, like he’s a ghost. “sukuna? is that you? i can’t see, i’m so cold—”

he crouches beside you instantly, hands grabbing your face. your skin is clammy. lips dry. eyes dramatic as hell.

you’re not dying.

you’ve just been throwing up for hours and working yourself into a spiral.

“are you fuckin’ kidding me right now?” he hisses, brushing your hair back, eyes scanning every inch of you. “you didn’t call. didn’t text. didn’t scream at me for buying the wrong brand of tea. i thought someone killed you.”

you sniffle, grabbing his wrist with trembling fingers. “i tried to crawl to the kitchen… to get water… but then i thought, what’s the point? i’m dying anyway—”

he looks like he’s two seconds from slamming his fist into the wall.

“you’ve got a stomach bug. not the plague. stop acting like you’re in a fuckin’ soap opera.”

“easy for you to say,” you croak. “you’re not the one rotting from the inside out.”

sukuna lets out a sound that’s half-growl, half-laugh, and scoops you into his arms like you weigh nothing. you cling to him instantly, arms locking around his neck like a koala.

“don’t cremate me,” you mumble into his throat. “i wanna be dramatic even in death. open casket. fake lashes. maybe some light fog and music—”

he cuts you off with a sharp slap to your thigh. “shut up.”

you gasp, offended. “did you just spank me on my deathbed?!”

“you’re not dying,” he growls, carrying you to the bed. “but if you keep talking, i’ll kill you myself.”

you whimper pitifully in his arms. “then… will you at least keep my diary? the one hidden in the closet behind the shoe box? don’t read it—”

“i’ve already read it.”

“what?!”

he lays you down gently, brushing his thumb across your damp cheek.

“you wrote about me in it,” he says, voice low and dangerous now, “every page. even the ones where you were mad. you love me so much it’s pathetic.”

you sniff, cheeks heating up. “i’m allowed to be obsessed with you. it’s your fault.”

he leans down, face inches from yours. “and i’m gonna baby you so hard after this that you’re gonna wish you died, brat.”

“you promise?” you whisper.

his eyes flash with something possessive, raw, feral.

“yeah,” he says, dragging his thumb along your bottom lip, “but only after i get some fluids in you. and not the kind you’re thinking, you filthy little goblin.”

you smile weakly.

and sukuna — your unhinged, dangerous, older boyfriend — tucks you into bed, curses the germs under his breath, and spends the entire night at your side.

because dramatic or not… you’re his.

and he’s not letting you go.

SHIU KONG

he had a key.

of course he had a key. he demanded it after you once locked yourself out at 3 a.m. wearing nothing but a t-shirt and one sock, sobbing over forgotten dumplings. "never again," he’d muttered, shoving the key into his wallet with the same reverence he gave blackmail material.

he wasn’t expecting the door to be unlocked today.

or to hear… whimpering.

low, pitiful, echoing from somewhere deeper in the apartment.

“babe?” he calls out, already slipping off his shoes. his voice carries a lazy calm, the kind he always uses when he’s preparing for bullshit. “you better not be doing something stupid again.”

he turns the corner and freezes.

you’re on the floor.

literally on the floor, crawling toward the kitchen like a Victorian orphan in the final act. your blanket is trailing behind you like a cape, your hair a mess, eyes glassy with tears as you stretch your trembling hand toward the counter like it’s the promised land.

you pause, mid-drag, and look up at him with the most heartbroken face he’s ever seen.

“i dropped… my toast…”

shiu blinks.

you sniffle. “it fell jelly-side down.”

his lips twitch. “oh no.”

“and then i got dizzy.”

“mhm.”

“and i think the floor is sucking the life out of me, shiu.”

he’s walking toward you now, casually, like he’s not biting back a laugh. “you’re telling me… you belly-crawled like a war hero because you dropped toast?”

“i’m starving. i haven’t eaten in days.”

he bends down, squats beside you, one elbow resting on his knee as he watches you dramatically paw at the floor like you’re about to fade into the afterlife.

“you had broth.”

“broth isn’t food. it’s liquid regret.”

shiu snorts. actually snorts. “you’re outta your mind.”

but his voice is gentler now, and without warning, he slips an arm under your waist and another beneath your knees, lifting you like you weigh nothing. you yelp, clinging to his shirt.

“shiu! put me down! i was making progress!”

“toward what? an oscar?”

“toward the toaster!”

he carries you to the couch instead, ignoring your weak little kicks as he deposits you like a fragile treasure, tucks your blanket around you like he hasn’t seen you cry over expired yogurt before, then leans in close.

his voice drops, soft and dangerous.

“next time you wanna reenact your dramatic death, text me first, sweetheart.”

“i didn’t wanna bother you.”

“you’re my favorite kind of bother.”

you blink up at him, pout trembling.

“you’re such an asshole.”

he grins, brushes your hair back gently with a sigh. “but i’m your asshole.”

and then he disappears into the kitchen, mumbling something about how he’s going to make toast the size of your face and spoon-feed you if you try to crawl again.

he does.

he even cuts it into heart shapes.

he just won’t admit it.

HIROMI HIGURUMA

he knew something was off the second he called and you didn’t answer.

you always answered. even if it was just a groggy voice telling him you hated his ringtone and to never call you again. so when he’d finished his meeting, walked out of the courthouse with his tie loosened and a coffee he didn’t even want, and still hadn’t heard from you?

his stomach turned.

fifteen minutes later, he was at your apartment door, unlocking it with the key you gave him the night you first got sick and told him he was your emergency contact “because you look like you’d yell at doctors for me.”

he pushes the door open.

“...hello?”

silence.

and then—

soft sniffles. pen scratching paper. a dramatic sigh.

he follows the sound to the living room and—

freezes.

there you are. wrapped in a blanket like a sad little lump, sitting cross-legged on the floor with your head resting against the coffee table. a whole stack of napkins laid out in front of you like legal documents, each one written in your slightly-shaky, overly-loopy script.

he walks closer, blinking at the one closest to him.

“to my beloved hiromi: you can have my succulents, even though you always forget to water them. i forgive you. i love you. tell my cat i said bye.”

his brow twitches. “...what the hell is this?”

you jump, head snapping up like a child caught drawing on the walls. your eyes are watery and dramatic, red from crying, your nose a little stuffy and your cheeks flushed from fever. you clutch a pen like it’s a quill and you’re writing your last will before war.

“you came,” you whisper.

“yeah. what the hell is going on.”

you sniffle, voice soft and shaking. “i think i’m dying.”

he looks at the box of tissues, the half-empty bottle of cough syrup, and the room-temperature cup of tea on the table.

“you have a cold.”

“a terminal one.”

he sighs, long-suffering but fond, dropping the briefcase onto the floor with a soft thud.

“you sent me twelve napkin letters. in one of them you said i can have your pinterest password when you die.”

“you should know what i liked. to mourn properly.”

“you also left the air fryer to nanami.”

“he said he liked it once!”

he crouches down in front of you, long legs folding easily, eyes scanning your flushed face. he lifts a hand to press it gently to your forehead.

“jesus,” he mutters. “you’re burning up.”

you gaze at him with tear-filled devotion. “if i go, you have to be the one to eulogize me. make it sound like i was sexy and mysterious.”

“you’re congested and covered in napkins.”

“so was marilyn monroe probably.”

hiromi lets out a soft breath. then he leans forward, gathering you into his arms with a slow, practiced motion, your blanket and all, lifting you gently until you’re in his lap, cheek pressed against his shoulder.

you melt into him instantly, mumbling, “i left you my lip balm too. don’t let another girl use it.”

he hums. presses a kiss to your forehead.

“don’t worry, angel. you’re not dying.”

“you sound like a lawyer.”

“i am one. and i can legally promise you’re going to be fine.”

you grumble something about rewriting your will just in case, and he lets you. even picks up a fresh napkin for you and hands you your glitter pen with a quiet, indulgent smile.

“just let me make you some soup after,” he murmurs. “and then i’ll read every one of your dramatic goodbyes.”

“even the one where i left you my collection of embarrassing texts?”

“especially that one.”

he holds you tighter. his voice soft, but his touch firm. grounding. safe.

because for all your chaos, he wouldn’t be anywhere else.

[himenoakuma]

I have found another goldmine 🥰 be working my way through! Thank you!

𖥻 masterlist. ♡ ⁰⁰¹navigation. ♡ ⁰⁰²carrd. ♡ ⁰⁰³request info. (blog under construction!)

BNHA !!

♡ strange quirk reactions ft: — todoroki, bakugo, kirishima, shigaraki, shinso, dabi.

♡ worrying for you after a sudden personality change ft: — todoroki, bakugo, kirishima, tenya, shinso.

♡ reacting to an injured lover ft: — bakugo, aizawa, keigo (hawks), taishiro (fatgum), amajiki.

♡ locked out of your dorm room ft: — izuku, bakugo, tenya, shinso, shoji, shihai.

♡ waking up in his dorm room ft: — izuku, bakugo, tenya, shinso, shoji, shihai.

♡ maybe it's you (monoshin oneshot) ft: — monoma x shinso.

♡ gambling for your life (kakegurui inspired) ft: — todoroki, tenya.

♡ struggling with emotions after a breakup ft: — kirishima, bakugo, izuku, todoroki.

♡ amajiki alphabet headcanons ft: — amajiki.

♡ reaction to y/n dominating at the ua sports fest ft: — bakugo, kaminari, todoroki.

♡ confessing to you ft: — bakugo, kaminari, todoroki.

♡ bakugo alphabet headcanons ft: — bakugo.

GENSHIN IMPACT !!

♡ first kiss scenarios ft: — kaeya, diluc, zhongli, childe, albedo, thoma.

♡ celebrating your birthday ft: — ningguang, zhongli, jean, albedo, kaeya.

♡ affection headcanons ft: — zhongli, scaramouche, albedo, diluc, childe.

♡ flinching in an argument ft: — diluc, childe, kaeya, zhongli, itto.

♡ asking "what am i to you?" ft: — kaeya, diluc, childe.

♡ they come to terms with their feelings for you ft: — kaeya, diluc, childe.

♡ bringing a stray kitten home ft: — diluc, childe, thoma, kaeya, kazuha, albedo.

♡ diluc alphabet headcanons ft: — diluc.

♡ childe alphabet headcanons ft: — childe.

♡ your skin is warm like an oven (kaeya x baker!reader) ft: — kaeya.

♡ painting on his skin ft: — diluc, thoma, kazuha.

♡ love languages (giving/receiving) ft: — diluc, kaeya, childe, zhongli, ayato.

♡ love languages (giving/receiving) 2 ft: — thoma, kazuha, albedo, itto.

♡ what loving them feels like ft: — diluc, kaeya, childe, ayato, thoma, albedo.

♡ an ode to broken hearts & dandelion wine (underground fighter!diluc x reader) ft: — diluc.

♡ to all the burdens i've carried (kazuha x snake hybrid!reader) ft: — kazuha.

♡ happy birthday, diluc! ft: — diluc.

♡ what kind of person they would fall for ft: — childe, kaeya, albedo.

♡ xiao alphabet headcanons ft: — xiao.

♡ they comfort you after a rough day ft: — thoma, itto, diluc, zhongli, xiao.

♡ snezhnaya does not believe in tears (childe x reader) ft: — childe.

♡ a feline's wish for a bird of prey (ayato x reader) ft: — ayato.

♡ i've known you fondly for many nights (childe x reader) ft: — childe.

♡ sunsets with(out) you (diluc x reader) ft: — diluc.

♡ they end the relationship (breakup angst) ft: — childe, kaeya, diluc.

♡ albedo alphabet headcanons ft: — albedo.

♡ caring for him when he feels unwell ft: — diluc, xiao, ayato.

♡ the curious case of diluc ragnvindr (diluc x detective!reader) ft: — diluc.

♡ bloom for you (tighnari x reader) ft: — tighnari.

♡ falling for you (diluc x reader) ft: — diluc.

♡ lose you to love me (childe x reader) ft: — childe.

♡ on nights like these (kaeya x reader) ft: — kaeya.

♡ little domestic moments (kisses) ft: — zhongli, tighnari, alhaitham, childe, diluc, dehya, thoma.

♡ prince au/forbidden love drabbles ft: — tighnari, diluc, ayato .

♡ on the dark side of the moon (childe x reader) ft: — childe .

MYSTIC MESSENGER !!

♡ love languages (giving/receiving) ft: — jumin, yoosung, jihyun (v), saeran (ray/unknown), hyun (zen), saeyoung (707/luciel).

♡ asking them to slow dance at the party ft: — jumin, yoosung, hyun (zen).

♡ reaction to you getting hurt while cooking ft: — jumin, yoosung, saeran (ray/unknown).

♡ what kind of person they would fall for ft: — jumin, yoosung, jihyun (v), saeran (ray/unknown), saeyoung (707/luciel), hyun (zen).

♡ different ways they say "i love you" ft: — jumin, hyun (zen), saeran (ray/unknown), jaehee.

♡ you're a masterpiece: painting on his skin (jumin x reader) ft: — jumin.

♡ healing is hard (saeran x reader) ft: — saeran.

♡ little things they do ft: — jumin, yoosung, hyun (zen), saeyoung (707), saeran (ray), jaehee, jihyun (v).

OVERWATCH !!

♡ violet and sandalwood (moira x reader) ft: — moira.

♡ a collection of moira drabbles (vol. 1) ft: — moira.

♡ let me paint your skies (moira x reader) ft: — moira.

OTHERS !!

♡ having an artist lover ft: — magna, luck, finral. (black clover).

♡ as you wish (gureshin oneshot) ft: — guren x shinya. (seraph of the end).

♡ meet me in the evening to mourn the death of daylight (mikayuu oneshot) ft: — mika x yuu. (seraph of the end).

♡ lover, fighter (zora x reader) ft: — zora. (black clover.)

♡ there's no hell in what i've found (chishiya x reader) ft: — chishiya. (alice in borderland.)

♡ the way he lies (yves x reader) ft: — yves. (ikemen prince.)

♡ nozel alphabet headcanons ft: — nozel. (black clover.)

[himenoakuma]

I AM IN LOVE!!! This is honestly everything, the comfort I need right now!

you’re too good for me

content: a little nsfw + minors dni + fem!reader + aftercare + implied intercourse + nudity + established relationship + implied couple fight + usage of names like ‘baby’ , ‘sweetheart’ and ‘sweet girl’ + y’all hug and makeup fr

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Ran is a good man. He’s never tried to push your limits, cross your boundaries and is always good. Way too good. Which is why he’s now in between your thighs, his chest against yours and he’s still lodged inside you as he presses soft kisses everywhere on your upper body he can reach with his mouth. He mumbles soft and sweet words against your bare skin as his hands are feeling you up everywhere in your body. He squeezes your hips, kneads your ass as he places chaste kisses on your collarbone.

“So soft, this pretty body is all mine huh?” Ran’s violet eyes flashes up to meet yours and you nod your head as your hands softly stroke his back up and down, squeezing his waist tighter with your thighs.

“You took me so well, baby. Did you like it?” His voice is soft as he asks you, this time cupping your face as he looks you in the eyes, his violet eyes would look piercing and cold in anyone else’s eyes, but to you they’re gentle and full of love.

“Yeah, though I feel bad not giving you the same attention you gave me.” Your hands are sliding up his back, to softly massage the back of his head. Ran smiles at you.

“I don’t feel bad giving my sweet girl the attention she deserves, I enjoyed it and I’m glad you did too.” He kisses the corner of your mouth before softly taking you a soft deep kiss and pulls away with a soft deep breath. Then he lifts himself up from you, unsheathing himself with a slight groan which leaves you missing the feeling of him lodged inside you. He walked away naked and came back a short moment later.

“Come here, baby.” He says and you give him a knowing smile, your heart fluttering at his gesture and thought. He’s filling up a warm bath for you while he picks you up bridal style. As usual, he has to give your ass a little squeeze and a pat, then places a soft kiss on your head as he walks to the bathroom with you in his arms. You giggle at his actions and lean your head on his shoulder for a short moment.

When you two are in the bathroom, Ran doesn’t let go of you until the both of you are inside the bathtub with the warm water.

“Bubbles, baby?” He asks as he shows you two different bottles with different scents. You pick out your favorite one and he immediately uses it. Just a moment later, bubbles and foams are forming and Ran holds your hand and presses your back against his broad chest.

He softly massages your hips and lower back, down to your backside, then rubs soft gentle circles on your inner thighs.

“Bubbles are quite nice.” Ran says out of nowhere before placing his chin on the top of your head. His words make you giggle as you collect foam in your hands and rub them on Ran’s knees that’s poking out from the water.

As you think to yourself for a second, your smile drops and you turn your head to look at Ran. He immediately senses your downturned mood and flips your body to face his. You’re now sitting atop his lap, your knees digging into the bathtub.

“What is it? Is the bath not good? Is the water too warm?” At his last question, he immediately goes to change the water temperature but you manage to stop him, telling him it’s not the bath.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you earlier, Ran. I know I already apologized and you forgave me, I still feel so bad yelling at you for something you had no control over.” At your words, Ran lightly tilts his head to the side and has a soft smile on his face. He cups your face and brings you in closer to his face to give you a soft peck on your nose.

“We both ended up yelling at each other and we both said sorry, yeah? All is well, sweetheart.” He softly rubs your lower lip, still having the soft smile on his face that’s also so reassuring. You couldn’t help but let your head fall forward to his chest, burrowing your face in his wet sternum.

“You’re too good for me, Ran.” You mutter and Ran chuckles and he rubs your back.

“It’s the opposite actually. You’re too good for me and I don’t deserve such a sweet girl like you.”

His voice is loving and his touches gentle as he wraps his arms around your body and squeezes your body slightly against him, hoping you’d be in his arms and his for all lifetime.

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softie ran <3 sighs wistfully

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[himenoakuma]

Honestly needs this today for my lovely self on Valentine’s Day thank you!

my dear

a few moments of your lovely moments with your husband ran haitani

content: sfw + established marriage + fem!reader + a short mention of ran’s gang days + a shooort married couple fight + lots of kissing + fluff and more fluff + usage of nicknames like ‘baby’ (for both reader and ran) and ‘my dear husband/wife’

sorry tumblr for not feeding you with tr content but here’s one, hope you enjoy hihi cause husband ran haitani is swoooony

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Ran’s heartbeat is going steadily as it softly thumps against your chest, as his own chest lightly raises up and down and you can feel his fingers gently play with the strands of your hair. You curl your body onto his embrace, burrowing your face in the crook of his neck as you throw your leg over his thighs and squeeze yourself further into his arms.

You can smell the faint scent of his shower gel, well yours since he uses yours because according to him, yours smells better so he uses it. You smile at the thought as you slip your hand past below his arm to hug him to yourself. You feel Ran hug you back before his hold loosens to focus on the phone in his hand. Which you don’t mind, because his other hand that was playing with the strands of your hair is now softly rubbing circles on your back.

It’s all so soothing and comfortable, you feel safe in the arms of a man you love so you doze off to sleep. Not before you feel a soft press of his mouth on your cheek as he whispers a “goodnight, baby.” to you.

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The sight before you is nothing new but it still both gives you a slight ache in your heart and feelings of awe. Despite his massive beautiful tattoo that’s all over the left half of his back, Ran’s scars are small but they’re there. Some on the back of his bicep, here and there on his back and a few on the back of his shoulders. His scars are a reminder of both his past and also his survival.

Ran is busy looking through documents while standing over his work desk, in nothing but a square patterned pajama pants. His back muscles are lean, his waist lithe and he’s slightly hunching over the desk with his shoulders looking a little tense. It’s the sight of his bare back with his healed scars that had you approach him. You were just gonna let him be and work, but you missed your husband the short moments he wasn’t in your proximity because he needed to work.

You stand behind him as you hear Ran hum as a way of greeting you. You decide to reply by placing your hands on his lower back and pressing a soft kiss on the scar on the back of his shoulder. Ran tenses slightly from the surprise but let’s out a slight chuckle.

“What’s wrong?” His voice is soft as he asks, you shake your head which in turn made your lips go side to side against his skin. “Nothing, just kissing your scars better because it’s a privilege of mine.” Ran let out a little laugh at your words. So you decide to wrap your arms around his waist and press a few more kisses on the other scars on his back. Before you could even kiss some more, Ran turns around and you face plant onto his sternum because he pulled you against his body.

“Ow! You should’ve let me know you’d turn around.” You pout as you place your chin on his sternum while looking up at him since he’s taller. Ran’s violet eyes are shimmering with delight as his mouth is shaped into a beautiful grin, his hands flexing against your waist where he has now put his hands. You can see more healed scars on his body, you couldn’t help but kiss these scars as well.

“Like how you should have let me know before you put your ice cold hands on my back.” At his words, you giggle and shake your head. You softly stroke over his scars with your thumbs as you reply to your husband. “I think it’s another privilege of mine, to not warn you before putting my ice cold hands on your bare body.” You playfully stick out your tongue and Ran laughs. He squeezes his hands on your waist before he lifts you up effortlessly and seats you on his desk. He stands between your thighs with his hands sliding up from your thighs to your waist before he lifts his hands to cup your face.

“Don’t your dear husband get any privileges as well?” He asks and you pretend to ponder on his words, which has Ran grinning at your antics. Both because it’s silly and also cause you’re too endearing. So he cranes his head down before he playfully bites your nose. You slightly yelp in shock and Ran decided to teasingly bite your cheek too. You put your hands over his mouth to stop him from playfully biting you any further.

“I can feel your saliva all over my face now, my dear husband.” You sternly tell him, or well, try to because the smile creeping up on your mouth is telling your pretend stern self otherwise.

“That’s another one of your privileges, my dear wife.” Ran coos as he says that as he retracted your hand away from his mouth and placed them on his bare chest.

“And here is a privilege of mine.”

He speaks before he leans his head down once more and presses a soft loving kiss on your lips.

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You are staring up at the ceiling in your shared bedroom with Ran. He was taking a while in the bathroom to get ready for bed, so you decided to look at the ceiling and see glow in the dark suns, stars and moon stickers that’s sticking on it. The thought of the day they first got up there brings a smile to your face.

That day, you had a small fight with Ran which is now completely irrelevant. Having felt upset, you decided to go out for a time alone to collect your thoughts and emotions so you didn’t have to lash out on Ran even more. It had been an hour or two when you got home, the world dark outside. Ran had been nowhere in sight, and that day had been his day off from work.

You opened the door to the bedroom and saw Ran asleep on the bed with the help of the little light from the moonlight outside. With quiet steps, you reached your wardrobe to change in your pyjamas and then decided to join Ran in bed. No matter how upset you were at your husband, you still longed for his presence and you wanted to make up with him. You had thought ‘tomorrow hopefully’ since Ran was asleep but when you had placed your head on your pillow, you heard Ran speak.

“Hey.” Was all he simply had said. “Hi.” You softly greeted back, then you felt his hand on yours and he intertwined his fingers with your own.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gotten mad at you so easily, especially on a day when I had free time to be with you.” His voice was soft and honest, the more he spoke the more he had gently pulled you closer to his body.

“I’m sorry too, I knew how tired you are after working non stop yet I pushed your limits.” Your chest meets Ran’s and he hugged you tighter against him.

“Are we good now?” He placed his forehead on yours and you nodded your head while smiling softly. Then you felt his hands on your face and he pressed a soft kiss on your lips before speaking up once more.

“Good, or else what I’m about to show you wouldn’t be so out of place.” He had said before he tilted your head upwards towards the ceiling and you saw it. The glowing stars, the sun and the moon. The sight was so cute you giggled a little.

“Glowing stickers?” You giggled out and Ran hummed out a yes. If you knew your husband well enough, you were sure there was a tinge of red on his cheeks. You wish you could’ve seen it but the moonlight wasn’t that bright in the bedroom that night. “I had seen these while going out by myself, they made me think of you.” He confessed and your heart swelled in love for him.

“That’s so cute, Ran.” You pecked his lips softly.

“I know what I’m about to say is a little corny, but when I say you’re my star, the sun and the moon I truly mean it. Maybe you’re more than those, because you’ve lightened up my world in the loveliest way possible and to fight with the one person who sees and loves me for me, and not my past, it eats me up from the inside.” His voice had wavered and you felt tears well up in your eyes.

“It’s okay baby, fights can happen and all we have to do is resolve them.” You reassured him as you held his face gently. He nodded his head, his thumb softly stroked your lips when you had flashed him a smile at his nod.

“Though, these stickers would have worked even if we hadn't resolved our little fight. You’d win me back so fast.” You told him and Ran laughed softly, nodding his head.

“Forgot you can be a little corny as well.” He teased and you stuck out your tongue for a second. “Glowing stickers is not corny at all, for your information.” Ran spoke in agreement to your words with a soft kiss on your mouth.

You look away from the glowing stickers on the ceiling when you hear the bedroom door open and there’s your Ran in the flesh. He sheepishly grinned at you as he joins you in bed.

“There was this black thing stuck between my teeth and I couldn’t get it out.” He told you of his reason for his long bathroom visit and you giggled. “Did you use the toothpick?” Ran nods his head as he grabs you by your waist and pulls you into his embrace.

“Worthless piece of shit.” He mumbled in slight annoyance against your head and you giggled lightly against his neck. Then you hear the slight snoring from above your head and you know Ran is fast asleep. Grinning at how quickly he falls asleep, you tucked yourself further into your husband’s embrace and dozed off to sleep as well.

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ran haitani you will forever be famous and have a place in my heart #theitmansince2020something

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