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pretty sure shigaraki tomura would be absolutely fucking floored by how much you being kind turns him on

like he’s watching you talk to spinner about video games, and you’re bouncing in your seat with excitement, and he doesn’t understand this strange buzzing in his chest.

when you let toga have some of your blood, no questions asked, or talk with twice when he’s lonely, the warm buzzing just gets stronger and stronger until he’s hiding himself in his room, jerking down his pants and pulling his cock out, barely holding back the whimper locked in his throat

it’d feel so much better if it were your hands. what would you do if you knew he was in here stroking himself like this, dick jumping in his palm, pre-cum beading at the tip?

he groans. would you offer to help? his breath catches as he thinks about you on your knees, those kind eyes locked on him. would you want to taste him? he’d want to taste you. he’d want your pretty pussy dangling right over his face. fuck, he knows you'd smell so fucking good -

you bang on the door. “tomu, what do you want for dinner?”

yeah, you’re going to be a problem for him

part two here <3

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Good night to everyone except Tenko haters

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the feminine urge to ride hobo eren is very strong at this hour.

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geto as zoro

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oh the things i would’ve done to him in that hospital bed

tank top kakashi

gone too soon 🕊️

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I loathe the concept of the curse of hatred it’s so fucking stupid I genuinely forget everyone and their mother in canon thinks Uchiha powers come from hatred TGATS BULLSHIT!! It’s love!! Love!! The fundamental part of being human that shinobi are taught to remove themselves from and that Uchiha never can!! Sharingan at every point stems from them being human and loving and hurting and grieving!! It’s neither about hatred nor a curse in the first place. They’re GENETICALLY the LEAST suitable people to be shinobi in general because of their inherent emotionality. What the fuck are they doing here. And still they’re doing it better than everyone else. What legends

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Satoru...

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it snowed! ☃️

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this has been in my drafts for a while i’m so happy i found the inspo to finish it ＼(^-^)／

“tomura…” you whined, your cheeks squished together in his hand, laying with your back to his chest as he pumped his fingers into you at an agonizingly slow pace.

“shhh just let me make you feel good, sweet girl.” he cooed in your ear, turning his head to not-so-subtly sniff your hair, groaning at the sweet smell that infiltrates his nose. “want it deeper, tomu…” you ground yourself on his fingers in a desperate attempt to reach the achy spot inside you.

shigaraki angled his hand in a way that made his two fingers move further into your eager warmth. “mmh… like this?” he murmured, perking up at the sound of your whimpers. “uh huh…”

“talk to me,” he urged, his fingers moving in sloppy patterns as he gave your face a gentle squeeze, smooshing it together further. “what do you feel, hmm?”

you were egged on more when you felt him start humping you from behind, his clothed cock hard as it rubbed back and forth against your ass. “i… hnghh— i…” your brain worked harder in an attempt to force words out of your mouth.

you could feel his smirk at your inability to respond to him, but he didn’t stop trying to get you to talk. “it’s okay… oh fuck— you can do it.” he groaned at the feeling of your hips stuttering between moving in time with his fingers and trying to push yourself further against his dick.

“i love your fingers so much…” you sobbed, tears dripping onto his hand. you were suddenly aware of how pathetic you probably looked in this moment, but tomura didn’t care one bit when you were making all these pretty noises. you were his girl, and he found pleasure in being the one who could make you feel like this.

“yeah? they make you feel good?” he gave a particularly hard pump of his fingers that hit the mushiest part inside you, causing you to moan even louder. “yes, yes! right there, please! you make me feel so good, tomu!”

tomura continued to press against that spot again and again until you were so close to the edge. the noises you made were higher in pitch now, your body desperate to find the release only he can give you because that’s how well he knows you.

“c’mon, let go. show me how much of a good girl you are, and cum for me. wanna feel you squeezing down on my fingers.” he encouraged you in that sweet voice of his, and you found yourself complying with his command almost instantly, your vision turning white as you fell apart on his fingers, your body shaking from the intensity of your orgasm.

tomura continued to fuck you with his fingers, slowly pushing you into overstimulation. he only slowed down his movements when he felt your hand shakily push at his own, urging him to stop with small whines and whimpers. “too much, tomu…”

he eventually pulls out of you, making a filthy display of sucking his fingers clean of your cum, and your face flushed at the sight, still not used to how crude he can get when he pleasures you.

he fully turned your body to him now, holding you in his arms as he kissed you with so much love. you pulled away when you were completely out of breath, your spent body falling against him while you tried to regulate your breathing.

“i love you so much.” he whispered in the silence of the room, looking down at you after a few minutes when you didn’t respond, and finding you asleep with your fingers clutching his hoodie in that cute way you always did when you felt safe with him.

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“tomura…” you whined, your cheeks squished together in his hand, laying with your back to his chest as he pumped his fingers into you at an agonizingly slow pace.

“shhh just let me make you feel good, sweet girl.” he cooed in your ear, turning his head to not-so-subtly sniff your hair, groaning at the sweet smell that infiltrates his nose. “want it deeper, tomu…” you ground yourself on his fingers in a desperate attempt to reach the achy spot inside you.

shigaraki angled his hand in a way that made his two fingers move further into your eager warmth. “mmh… like this?” he murmured, perking up at the sound of your whimpers. “uh huh…”

“talk to me,” he urged, his fingers moving in sloppy patterns as he gave your face a gentle squeeze, smooshing it together further. “what do you feel, hmm?”

you were egged on more when you felt him start humping you from behind, his clothed cock hard as it rubbed back and forth against your ass. “i… hnghh— i…” your brain worked harder in an attempt to force words out of your mouth.

you could feel his smirk at your inability to respond to him, but he didn’t stop trying to get you to talk. “it’s okay… oh fuck— you can do it.” he groaned at the feeling of your hips stuttering between moving in time with his fingers and trying to push yourself further against his dick.

“i love your fingers so much…” you sobbed, tears dripping onto his hand. you were suddenly aware of how pathetic you probably looked in this moment, but tomura didn’t care one bit when you were making all these pretty noises. you were his girl, and he found pleasure in being the one who could make you feel like this.

“yeah? they make you feel good?” he gave a particularly hard pump of his fingers that hit the mushiest part inside you, causing you to moan even louder. “yes, yes! right there, please! you make me feel so good, tomu!”

tomura continued to press against that spot again and again until you were so close to the edge. the noises you made were higher in pitch now, your body desperate to find the release only he can give you because that’s how well he knows you.

“c’mon, let go. show me how much of a good girl you are, and cum for me. wanna feel you squeezing down on my fingers.” he encouraged you in that sweet voice of his, and you found yourself complying with his command almost instantly, your vision turning white as you fell apart on his fingers, your body shaking from the intensity of your orgasm.

tomura continued to fuck you with his fingers, slowly pushing you into overstimulation. he only slowed down his movements when he felt your hand shakily push at his own, urging him to stop with small whines and whimpers. “too much, tomu…”

he eventually pulls out of you, making a filthy display of sucking his fingers clean of your cum, and your face flushed at the sight, still not used to how crude he can get when he pleasures you.

he fully turned your body to him now, holding you in his arms as he kissed you with so much love. you pulled away when you were completely out of breath, your spent body falling against him while you tried to regulate your breathing.

“i love you so much.” he whispered in the silence of the room, looking down at you after a few minutes when you didn’t respond, and finding you asleep with your fingers clutching his hoodie in that cute way you always did when you felt safe with him.

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unpunishable by ethel cain is how i imagine a relationship with shigaraki would be like

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Sometimes a calm afternoon with your adopted son is what you might need

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Idk whether I’ve already stated this before but

Shigaraki wants you, entirely. He wants to know your dirtiest and deepest secrets and desires. He wants to know all of you even the things you’re insecure about and the things you’ll never show to anyone else but him. He wants to do the same but he’s worried that you’ll find him disgusting and fucked up because that’s what he is. He wants the moments like when you two are just tangled together in bed, covered in sweat and cum, scratches and bite marks, your face covered in tears and his still drooling a lil bit after some love making. He likes knowing that the two of you are connected to the fullest extent. Also there is no-the best way i can describe it- grace period in a relationship with him. You know where after awhile in a relationship, you finally feel comfortable and not embarrassed doing smth like tooting in front of your partner? Yeah his version is telling you the most fucked up things in his head after he fucks the living day out of you. Whether its about how he wanted to take you in the dirtiest and fucked ways imaginable, or how society needs to be destroyed and how those who disagree, regardless of sex, age, gender, quirk, will be destroyed too.

Yeah maybe it’s just his possessive nature but he truly wants all of you, every part of you should be his. He doesn’t ever wanna find out about any secrets you might’ve not told him. You shouldn’t have any secrets with him and he’ll try not to have any with you.

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Poor Communication

Pairing: fwb!Kakashi x f!Reader, Iruka x f!Reader

Summary: During a risqué rendez-vous with Kakashi, he loses himself and goes a bit too far. He leaves you upset and you get pepped up by local sweetheart, Iruka Umino. When he gets back, Kakashi is miffed, but who is he to get in the way of a smile he'd never seen so bright?

W/c: 2.1k

Warnings: Cursing, mean-mean things said about the reader as your inner dialogue, sexual subject material but no real smut, jealousy

A/n: uh i got nothing lmk if this sucks or if you want a pt 2

Masterlist💿

Something pained you, in the pit of your chest and on your left buttcheek.

You didn't even want to look at him while you put your clothes on. But, then again, why would you want to look at him, right now?

The lights flickered on and you turned your head sharply away from him. The tears that teetered on your waterline were ready to fall, but they could be held back if you just didn't look at him - easier said than done.

"I was-"

"I have to go," you said quickly, standing up as you pulled on your skirt.

The words he was forming caught in his throat and Kakashi started again, "Where-"

"Home," you nipped. "My house."

"Okay," he said slowly.

And that was that.

He let you leave with no resistance, because why wouldn't he? Why would he notice something being wrong with you, let alone inquire? Why would he sprinkle a smidge more care into your regular arrangement after smacking you around like he never had before?

It was like he hated you.

Ah, fuck, he probably did the entire time - you were just too fucking dumb to pick up on it. Even though you weren't properly in a relationship with him, your stupid ass deluded yourself into thinking he actually kind of liked you. And it took you until he smacked your ass so hard that he drew blood to realize he never actually would? Ha! What a desperate, loveless bitch - absolutely fucking pitiful beyond belief!

You were thanking the stars that he was sent out on a long-haul mission the very next day.

You wouldn't have to see him for a while.

Which meant you could forgive yourself for how stupid you had been, while your asscheek healed.

But, you refused to forget. You couldn't forget.

How could you forget how fucking idiotic you were? Sharp as a fucking marble, you stupid cunt. How-

Every night, for weeks, just before you closed your eyes, that voice in your head would make you cry. It would say awful things, just to make you sob so hard that you would pass out for the night. You'd wake up with your eyes practically glued shut, which only ever made you feel worse.

It was like you were an alcoholic, but you had swapped booze for a deeply rooted self-hatred.

You were drowning in your sadness, almost willfully, for weeks. Only the veil of mortality separated you from a ghost as you floated hither and tither, around the village, alone, for weeks.

Weeks.

Drowning, until you met a lifeguard.

"Baking something sweet, soon?" Iruka asked you with a dazzling smile as you held a sack of sugar in the middle of a refinery.

"Oh, no," you replied, staring at his grin as if it were foreign. "I drink a lot of sencha."

"Cripes," he chortled easily. "You'll get a few cups out of that sack, eh?"

Unbelievably, you found a small chuckle coming from your throat. You tore your eyes away from his mouth and, in a softer voice, you hummed, "Maybe a few... but something sweet would be nice, wouldn't it?"

"Well, I'm quite the baker, if you ever want a hand," Iruka said without edge.

You took him up, and he had asked you on a date before the cookies were in the oven, the next day.

With as sweet of a voice as you could muster, you told him you couldn't - that you were quite interested - but you couldn't, not yet.

Iruka smiled, to your surprise, and told you that was just fine, that he would wait for you.

Smartly, you didn't believe him. You readied yourself to see him on the town with someone else soon. Of course, you hoped and prayed that Iruka wouldn't let you down, that he wasn't just trying to get something on, but you didn't let yourself delude yourself again.

Instead of letting you down, Iruka began to build you up.

He took you out, all over the village, palling around - to izakayas, to plays, to open valleys, to the simple market square. Iruka never tried to hide you - no - he flaunted his friendship with you, like you were desirable.

It was very unlike another man, who had made sure to keep your meetings absolutely secret, who had only ever wanted to fuck you for entire evenings then act like a regular stranger in the day.

So, when Iruka asked you on another date, a month and change into your blossoming friendship, you took him up happily. That said, your smile couldn't have rivalled his, as it stretched ear to ear.

"Really?" He asked in a light voice. "Are you sure?"

"I'm really sure," you grinned.

Finally, you and Iruka were going steady.

He took you on date after date, though they only felt slightly different to the old hangs. You took that as a comfort, because you two had properly become friends before you had done anything even slightly risqué.

That was the obvious difference between your two most recent relationships; Iruka waited ages to touch you. And, when he did, he was sweet, calm, like he had a goal other than his own release in mind. There was no pain.

You liked it.

You liked it so much that your mind wholly shifted, got calmer, less painful.

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"Would you rather broccoli or cauliflower tonight?" Iruka asked gently as he rose from the table set the two of you were sitting at.

"Probably broccoli, unless you were hoping I'd say cauliflower," you murmured with a small grin.

Iruka smiled and took a step toward you. He leaned down to kiss the tip of your nose, humming, "Broccoli sounds wonderful."

You leaned up to connect your lips with his. His smile grew as his lips pressed against yours.

"You're wonderful," you replied as Iruka straightened. "What can I-"

"Don't worry about it, sweetheart," he chuckled, walking over to the kitchen. "It'll be an easy dinner tonight; let me serve you like you deserve."

Blood rushing to your face bashfully, you snickered a small curse and shook your head.

Then, there was a frantic knock on Iruka's door.

He poked his head out of the kitchen, eyebrows furrowed. "Could you...?"

"Yeah-" You were cut off by another series of knocks, now even more solid.

Face contorted in confusion, you went over to the door. Iruka went back into the kitchen and you could hear the faucet run. Just as another round of knocks rattled the doorframe, you screwed the doorknob right and swung open the door.

"Umino, we-" Kakashi's wide eye got impossibly wider as it jumped around your face. "What... Why aren't you...?"

For some reason, he couldn't choke anything out. Typical.

"Why am I not what?" You scoffed. With a roll, your eyes landed on Guy, behind Kakashi, and you smiled sardonically at him, "Hello, by the way."

"Hi," he replied meekly, before Kakashi stood in front of him.

He was trying to get your eyes on him, but you leveled your head to stare straight through his chest.

"Why are you here?" Kakashi asked critically, like he had anything to be mad about.

"I'm spending the night with Iruka," you remarked with a slight contempt. "And why the fuck are you here?"

It was a great question; one that Kakashi seemed to not have an answer for. He seemed to be particularly tongue-tied today. In the beat of silence, you looked up at the silver haired shinobi.

His face was unreadable, as per fucking usual. The only thing that gave you any inkling of how he felt in the moment was the sound of his breath.

He was breathing so shallowly, you thought he was hardly drawing breath at all.

"Well?" You prompted, your voice coming out a bit more hollowly than you would have liked. "Do you want me to get Iru-"

"No," Kakashi said heavily. "It's fine."

"Peachy." With a slight nod, you took a step back from the door. "Alright, then, uh... you two have a... a night."

"Thanks," he spat, coal black eye turning even darker.

You shut the door as politely as you could and then sighed as deeply as you needed to. When you turned, you were met with Iruka in the kitchen's doorframe, a frown etched on his face.

Perhaps you and Iruka needed to have a chat...

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"Have a night?" He scoffed for the fifteenth time. "Have a fucking night? What the fuck does that even mean?"

"It means you shouldn't drink yourself into alcohol poisoning tonight," Guy reasoned, pulling the blue bottle away from Kakashi. "What's this? Bottle number four? Don't you want to wake up tomorrow?"

"No," Kakashi said bitterly.

Guy just sighed, sliding the unfinished sake bottle to the other end of the table, "I don't understand what the issue is. She was missing, then we found her - you still haven't even told me why you thought she was missing in the first place, when she was just at her boyfriend's-"

"He's not her boyfriend," Kakashi interjected tersely.

Guy delivered a flat look. "She wouldn't spend the night with someone who wasn't her boyfriend."

Kakashi knew that wasn't entirely true, but he pursed his lips to keep from telling Guy about the innumerable nights you had spent together.

He didn't want you to be known as someone who would spend the night with someone who wasn't her boyfriend; that was a reputation blow you didn't need.

Instead, he simply stated, "She never called him her boyfriend. It was just, Iruka."

"Woah, Kakashi," Guy chuckled playfully, though a flash of seriousness darted behind his eye. "Why are you saying his name like he's your rival? Shouldn't we be happy that poor, virgin, Iruka is finally getting some action?"

The thought made his skin crawl and Kakashi thought he understood what his issue was.

He hated the image of someone else touching you.

Oh, selfish, sure - but laughable. You weren't his, he had no claim over you. Stars, what a fool, so whipped over some puss - he was swimming in muff.

Why did he even limit himself to you in the first place?

Well... because you had a different kind of pussy... the kind of pussy that coaxed wild amounts of cum out of Kakashi... the kind of pussy that no other bitch could attain with any amount of kegel exercise... the kind of pussy that Kakashi could get lost in for hours, then could bring him back just as fantastically.

He wanted you bouncing on his cock, and his cock, alone.

"Hello, Earth to," Guy snipped, snapping his fingers in front of Kakashi's unfocused eye. Kakashi looked at him seriously and Guy sighed, leaning over the table, "You really aren't happy for Iruka, huh? Why?"

"I am," Kakashi lied, though poorly. So poorly that it threw him off. "I just... she should... she was my medic."

"She was reassigned to a different grouping years ago," the dark haired man laughed. "You haven't seen her as a medic in forever. Actually, I didn't even know you two saw each other outside of assignments-"

"Well, we did," Kakashi snapped as he reached for that goddamn bottle of sake.

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He put in a mission request the very next day, after he scraped himself out of bed. Kakashi was told he was on the top of the list, but there was nothing to his standard available - he asked to be put in the next group that was leaving that day for some shit B-rank mission - of course, the Hokage allowed it, though a bit confused.

On the mission, Kakashi fucked the other jonin in the group; a kunoichi named Aina.

She couldn't get him there - he had to think about you. He had to cover her mouth to conjure your perfect whimpers and moans in his mind as he screwed his eyes shut so tightly that they hurt.

He got no sleep that night, but not because he was having so much fun that he didn't want it to end. He told Aina to get going immediately, then tossed and turned, and paced, all around the inn room he had rented for himself.

He was so mad that you had ruined other women for him that he pushed the team to complete the mission within the day.

They were back in the Leaf before supper, just for the entire group to see you and Iruka heading back to the village as well, baskets of wild berries and flowers on your arm and his.

You didn't see the group - didn't see Kakashi - being so absorbed in whatever apparently hilarious story Iruka was telling.

Fuck - Kakashi was ready to start pulling is hair out by the root.

That was what you wanted? Flowers and berries and terrible stories? He could have given you that!

Why did Iruka get to give you flowers? Why did he get to spend whole nights with you?

Why didn't you ever ask to do that with Kakashi?

Just seeing you smile at Iruka, Kakashi knew he wasn't mad at Iruka for stealing his girl, or at you for pushing him away.

He was mad at himself for never realizing that you didn't look at him like that. He was mad at himself for convincing himself that you might have liked him as more than as just a fuck.

He wanted to get to love you, and he wanted you to love him.

Why didn't you want to love him anymore?

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I relate to this on an unhealthy level,,

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cozy lil cafe :3