#tatsuru x reader

[lunaekalenda]

a/n: more dad aus because i can't go on omfg. fembodied reader, pregnancy mention, they're married, etc, just finished ryman's club and there's no content so i'm making the content B) i will be probs writing about them (about him likely i'm so sORRY) but still i'm open to all of them cause i just-

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"I think we should have a baby." your words fill the kitchen and the only sound that follows your voice is the open sink on the other counter. Your husband has still his hands under the stream, freezing. He didn't move for what seemed ages, still with his hands under the cold water, eyes fixed on the plate he's cleaning. You release the drying rag, walking towards him, and closing the tap, making him react when you speak again. "I get it was sudden, but water still costs money, love." You can't really decipher Tatsuru's expression. You don't know if he's happy, sad or angry. If he likes the idea, if he hates it. He stays silent while you give him a rag, drying his hands for a second. He finally seems to react.

"A baby?" He repeats, more for himself than for you. You see his eyes shining softly as his lips slowly change to a soft smile. The expression is so subtle that you're afraid it isn't more than your imagination, but he repeats it for himself again. "A baby. Our baby." His hands tremble softly as his eyes now search yours.

It's true that, for the time you've been dating, and for the time you've been married, you never spoke about kids. He was so busy with office stuff and the badminton team, and you were so centered on your work that you weren't really thinking about children. Although, whenever you went to any of his matches, sitting close to Usuyama's family, it kinda made you think about holding a children and cheering on your husband together. Still, you were too new on your work to have some liberties, as well as he was too busy to take care of a kid. But now, due to his promotion and your stablished schedule, it didn't seem as an impossible anymore. None of you would need to sacrifice anything you wanted to do, from his team to your classes. You feel like it's the moment to bring the topic, talk about it and find a common solution. Tatsu fixes his gaze on you, soft and tender, before taking you on his arms, hugging you tightly and burying his face on the crook of your neck. "Are you alright, Tatsu?" you ask in a whisper.

He takes a time to answer as he keeps his soft breath on your neck. "I'm really happy... I've been thinking we... We could never bring a kid to our family." He whispers. "I've been so selfish for wanting to have it all. I've tried so many times to left the team, to take a time to raise a baby. But I failed, and I'm so sorry."

"There was no need to rush things." you softly caress his blonde hair, reaching his cheek. "The right time always arrives."

"It does." he murmurs. His heart beats quickly against your hand when you rest it on his chest, getting on your tiptoes to kiss his lips softly. He takes your face between his hands before speaking against your lips.

"I love you." his words make your legs weak and your body feels warm, butterflies fluttering inside as your lips peck his again.

"I love you."

The kitchen was in complete silence, only your breaths could be heard. His hands were tangled on your waist and yours rested on his chest. He seemed thoughtful. Resting your chin near your hands, you look up at him. He seems to be talking to himself, mumbling in soft voice as he plays with the ring on his finger behind your back.

"Maybe we need to search for names... I can ask Mikoto if he's free next week to get some furniture... Should we buy already a bed?"

"Tatsu, love. Don't rush things up. We have plenty of time to prepare when we know we're waiting." He nods and kisses your forehead.

"It's true, sorry." he says. "But, do you know about what we should think now?" he asks. You feel the subtle change on his smile, the right side of his lips arching way more than the rest. His hands caress your sides, caressing your figure covered with one of his old badminton t-shirts, the ones you loved to use and the ones he loved to see you on. He walks softly, taking you with him.

"About what?" you ask, slowly walking backwards, until your legs reach the counter. He smiles from all his height before getting closer for a kiss. He whispers all his ideas against your lips, before pressing them shut against yours, as if they were promises sealed by a kiss.

[cyancherub]

back from the dead: masterlist iii

MAIN・M.LIST I・M.LIST II

this masterlist contains works for the following:

assassination classroom, attack on titan, black clover, blue exorcist, blue period, boku no hero academia, bungou stray dogs, cells at work, cowboy bebop, devil’s line, devilman crybaby, durarara, food wars, fugou keiji balance: unlimited, god of highschool, highschool of the dead, howl’s moving castle, hunter x hunter, jujutsu kaisen, karneval, kakegurui, lookism, magic kaito, maid sama, monster, one piece, one punch man, owari no seraph, parasyte, raise wa tanin ga ii, rorouni kenshin, salaryman’s club, samurai champloo, sekirei, solo leveling, spirited away, tamako market, vampire knight, wonder egg priority, & zombie-loan

see masterlists i & ii for other fandom works.

— ANGELS OF DEATH

@/writerbeanz | zack foster

— ASSASSINATION CLASSROOM

@/mistyfoxsong | karma

@miinximii​ | karma

— ATTACK ON TITAN

@/screechingmelon | marco bodt

— BLACK CLOVER

@/lilithbasically | capt. yami

@/hoobish | finral roulacase

— BLUE EXORCIST

@/curvaliberate | okumura rin

@/dawn-writes7 | fujimoto shiro

dirty old priest (1.6k)

— BLUE PERIOD

@/chickentendieboi | hashida haruka

— BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA

@/get-shiggy-with-it | magne

i love you and also goodbye (8.1k)

@/hisoknen | mizushima masaki / manual

— BUNGOU STRAY DOGS

@/httptamaki | oda sakunosuke

@/aces-high | oda sakunosuke

— CELLS AT WORK

@/writings-of-a-shattered-mind | U1146

— COWBOY BEBOP

@/ghostbeam | spike spiegel

forever is the sweetest con (8.5k)

— DEVIL’S LINE

@/prinvil | anzai yuuki

— DEVILMAN CRYBAY

@/veronica-sawyers-monocle | akira

— DURARARA

@/writings-of-a-shattered-mind | izaya

— FOOD WARS

@/writings-of-a-shattered-mind | kojiro shinomiya

— FUGOU KEIJI BALANCE: UNLIMITED

@/laudthingcat | kanbe daisuke

— GOD OF HIGHSCHOOL

@/nkogneatho | jin mori

— HIGHSCHOOL OF THE DEAD

@/nasti-bnha | takashi x reader x saeko

— HOWL’S MOVING CASTLE

@/fairyfuyu | howl 

— HUNTER X HUNTER

@/kshira | feitan

— JUJUTSU KAISEN

@/uppermocns | muta kokichi / mechamaru

@/blueparadis | okkotsu yuuta

sour boy (1.4k)

— KARNEVAL

@/chickentendieboi | akari

treated (4.8k)

— KAKEGURUI

@/nkogneatho | yumeko

— LOOKISM

@/infatui | samuel seo

— MAGIC KAITO

@/foreversystem12 | kaito

— MAID SAMA

@/eibby | usui takumi

— MONSTER

@/petitscherisx | johan liebert

— MYTHICAL DETECTIVE LOKI

@/astrolcgia | loki

— ONE PIECE

@/spitsilk | donquixote doflamingo

— ONE PUNCH MAN

@/mydisenchantedeulogy | genos

— OWARI NO SERAPH

@/thewordfae | ichinose guren

— PARASYTE

@/sluttybunny-lounge | shinichi izumi

— RAISE WA TANIN GA II

@/mylittlesyn | kirishima miyama

— ROROUNI KENSHIN

@/tipsyangels | himura kenshin

— SALARYMAN’S CLUB

@/httptamaki | tatsuru miyazumi

tease (2.1k)

— SAMURAI CHAMPLOO

@/kemakoshume | mugen x reader x jin

secrets whispered in writing

— SEKIREI

@/kaysayshey | sahashi minato

— SOLO LEVELING

@/suyaluvs | sung jinwoo

a little selfish (1k)

— SPIRITED AWAY

@/astrolcgia | haku

— TAMAKO MARKET

@/kodzucafe | ooji mochizou

— TSURUNE

@/chaotic-nick | masaki takigawa

— VAMPIRE KNIGHT

@/smfics | kaname kuran

— ZOMBIE-LOAN

@/chairinaia | zarame

[lunaekalenda]

☁︎ love.

☁︎ warnings: smut · minors don't interact · fem!bodied reader · unprotected sex · fingering · mutual pleasure · just everything is soft and passionate and lovely · 2.8k words because tatsu does something on me i can't explain yet (i'm also sorry for the way i'm gonna selfishly write for him non-stop)

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"Good training, boys!" Tatsuru's voice can be heard from the steps of the Sports Center where they train. He's quick to find you between the other people sitting around, and gives you a luminous smile as he walks in big steps to reach you, with the edge of the T-shirt between his fingers so that he can wipe his forehead, exposing shiny skin and muscled body to you. His rebel locks stick to his forehead as he tries to take them away. He reaches the steps quickly, strong arms holding on to the railing to effortlessly propel himself up to your height. You pass him a bottle of water as you get close to receive a peck from him. "You should come to see me train more often. It gives me kinda luck." he says, still gripped to the railings. You smile before he jumps again to the floor, drinking a long sip. "Let me shower and I'll be back with you, love". He leaves shortly, meeting the rest of the team to head to the changing rooms. You sit on your place again, taking your things and leaving to wait for him near the exit. You told him you would pick him up by car, but he insisted on taking a walk together, even after all the tiring training and the office hours. He's outside shortly, talking with Mikoto, who leaves on another direction towards his car. Tatsu drops one arm around your shoulders before snuggling you up close to his body. "It's been a time since we walked together home, isn't it?" You nod as he walks at a slow pace, adapting his strides to your steps, enjoying a good conversation and a nice weather. You pass in front of Tatsuru's old house, the building in which the corporation allowed them to live, and where most of his workmates still sleep. Even when the two of you were comfortable on your respective work flats, once you started dating, you knew you needed to move together, get intimacy and privacy, and mostly, don't get interrupted by drunk badminton teammates who wanted Tatsu's brother energy to console them. They even do now, paying visits to your common house, not far from your offices, and Tatsu does join them from time to time to grab a drink after training or to make some assignments on his old residence. 

Tatsuru's big hands rest on your waist as you enter home, and he leaves the sport bag near the entrance as well as his shoes, doing you the same by his side. He smiles from a side before caging you on the entrance wall, hazel eyes fixed on yours. "You came to cheer on me on my training. I'm so lucky." he says. His face gets closer to yours as he lets his body fall a little, pressed against your caged one, but feeling safe between his arms. "I was unable to say it on the sports center, or else everyone would have to see the corniest scene of all time." both of you let a little laugh escape, the sound getting mixed as your breaths do, gazes still tangled in comfortable silence, until he speaks again. "Thank you for being always there for me. Not only for cheering on me on trainings or matches, but on life." his cheeks get a pinky blush when he thinks about what to say next. "It seems impossible, but I feel like I fall in love with you more and more everyday. It's... I can't really explain it." You understand what he's trying to say because that's how you feel about him. Every day you feel more attracted to him, more in love. Every single little thing you learn about him makes it even harder. How can you feel uninterested on him now that you know that he has a picture of you on his office table? That it's not a coincidence when your favorite song plays on the car when he picks you from work? That his old t-shirts you use to sleep keep smelling like him, even after all the time you've been using them? 

Tatsuru's way of caring is so special that you feel happy to being loved this way, and you try your best to return your love to him. Taking your hand, he walks towards the bedroom, probably tired from all the hours standing. He sits on the bed, taking you with him, until your legs rest on the sides of his and your face its a the same height as his. He takes a lock away of your eyes sweetly, before leaning closer and kissing you.

His lips taste as the very first ray of sunshine during spring, and his caresses feel like the subtle touch of feathers. His hands travel from your sides to your exposed cleavage, breaking the kiss to get air. His eyes shine when they look at you, and you think you've never seen him this handsome: breathless, tender, in love. So in love you can even feel how much of it he's expressing without words, you're able to feel his warmth through his touch and his kisses, you can understand him with just a single touch. The bond between you is so deep and so strong that it's unbreakable. His long fingers take a lock of hair away of your eyes, the ones that stare back at him with the same amount of feelings. He lets his index slide off your face, reaching your lips, tracing their form softly. 

"The first time I saw you, I wanted to kiss you." he murmurs. You also remember the first time you saw him, so friendly, so loud, so easy to reach. You felt like he was the piece missing on your life during your first conversation. The way your hearts connected on your first met was something to study. "It was so hard for me to keep the train of thinking while you spoke... I could only see your lips, how you licked them, how you bite them. It was pure torture for me, love." He gives a soft peck to them, followed by another one, two, three. His finger gives another long caress to your lip when he parts again, eyes fluttering from your mouth to your eyes, half open, half close, shining with love and darkening with lust. "I wanted to know you more from the single second you spoke to me." he whispers, his fingertip now softly pressing on your bottom lip. Both your hands tangle around his neck, fingers caressing his scalp lovingly, dirty blond locks carefully escaping through your fingers. 

"I wanted to kiss you too." you admit under his gaze. He smiles gently, getting closer to your again. His hands found their natural way to your hips as his lips touch yours when he speaks again.

"I'm glad I did, then." he smiles against your mouth, so tempting, so close to kissing you again. "I'm so glad." His lips collide with yours on such a deep way, you feel the same butterflies inside that the afternoon he kissed you for the first time on the park, near the hippo, right after a badminton training. You could never get enough of him, of his kisses, his hugs, his body and his words. Meeting him felt like finding a place to be safe, a place to return to, a place to call home. He was there for you as you were there for him. He never questioned your feelings and you never disrespect his boundaries. You were more than a lover for the other, a soulmate, a pillar. He parts again, slowly sliding your jacket away from your shoulders, fabric tickling your skin as you observe how your boyfriend's gaze is so attentive to every inch of skin exposed. His lips are quick to replace the clothing, kissing, bitting, sucking lovely on your skin, near your cleavage and drawing a soft line with his tongue towards your shoulder. Your fingertips hurt from the desire to touch his skin, and you take the edges of his t-shirt, slowly taking it off with his help, before finding his mouth again against yours. Your hands wander over his body, touching sweetly every spot, every muscle and inch of skin, as his push your body closer to yours, tenderly, as if he was afraid of breaking you. Tatsu parts again, looking at you directly, taking your t-shirt between his fingers and asking with a look if he has permission to undress you. Nodding, he takes it away with ease, his long arms pulling it far from your body. The way Tatsu looks at you regularly is full of tenderness and softness, but now, undressed in front of him, his gaze shows pure adoration. His eyes scan slowly your body, from the parts that you like, from the others you learned to love by his side. Tatsuru’s kisses never skip a place, his hands never leave spots without caresses. 

“I think I say this enough.” he murmurs, untying the ribbon that keeps your pants on. His fingers play with the soft fabric, before unzipping them. “But I love you.” his hand sneaks to your back, palm open and resting between your shoulder blades, while he pushes your body against his and gets up. “I love you too.” With your trousers half undone and undressed from waist all way up, he turns around, leaving your body on the bed with softness, letting the covers kiss your back while he kisses your lips. He parts, kneeling on the bed in front of you, all his height above your body as he masterfully takes away your pants. His lips outline a smile and his hands travel down to his own zipper, taking it down with parsimony under your attentive gaze. He takes half of his hair on a ponytail, as he usually does while he trains, and he goes down on your body, kissing from cleavage to hips and kicking his pants our of his legs. His mouth gets entertained on the waist of your panties, deciding if he should take them away or else keep them on place. He decides for the second option when he gives an open-mouth kiss to the limit of your underwear before going up on you, reaching back to your mouth, passionately kissing you as his hands wander on your body again, fingers on your underwear when he presses a finger right on your core. You moan against his smile when he does it again, body snuggled up against his and hands gripping on his biceps. “How pretty.” he whispers, giving a long caress above your underwear. “Your body searches mine with such a desperation… Do I make you feel that good?” 

Your legs tingle and they move by themselves when he caresses rhythmically on your body, as you hide your face on his bare chest and you dig your nails on his arm subtly, mouth open and legs closing against his fist. “It is too good, too good.” your words leave your mouth like a sigh as he keeps moving his index against you. “You always make me feel good.” you leave a kiss on his chest, right above where his heart is, before feeling how his finger sneaks under the fabric and touches you directly. Your body contracts and moves towards his, as his finger keeps playing and his lips keep kissing the top of your head. Your hand sneaks down until you touch him softly, making him groan and finger you deeper, faster. He makes you feel good, but you wanted to make him feel good as well, so you sneak your hand on his underwear, touching him with cold hands.

"There, there...." his voice sounds raspy as he speaks, gasping for air when your fingers change the movement suddenly, centering on his tip. His free hand grips your waist as the other keeps thrusting his index on you. You help yourself to take his underwear away as he does with yours, letting nothing but the subtle light of his side table illuminate your bodies. His full height is now again above yours, one arm resting near your head for balance as the other is still busy on you, still touching, still pinching on the skin of your inner thighs. Then, he looks at you again, and you feel his gaze deep inside, so full of feelings, so intense. “I need you, love. I need to feel you.” he asks, breathy words whispered on your neck as he lets his head fall towards the crook of it. Your body trembles on anticipation when you feel his fingers checking if you’re wet enough for him. He always cares to keep you comfortable, to avoid hurting you and to give you all the pleasure he’s able to. You tangle your legs around his waist as an invitation for him to do it, the movement giving you both the friction you were asking for. His hands guide himself towards you and, with a slow thrust, he’s inside and taking your hips up to match his kneeled body. Words are not really necessary in this moment, you understand him with just the subtle touch of his fingertips, the gazes he gives you from above and the way your bodies seem to understand the other’s.

He looks way too ethereal like this, even like a god, holding half of your body in the air with one hand as he wipes pearls of sweat from his forehead, hips slowly thrusting to get a pace that both of you would enjoy. His fingers grip your waist as you cover your face with your hands, sweet and soft moans escaping through your fingers. “Don’t cover yourself.” he asks. He’s not being rude, nor bossy. “Let me see how I hit the right spots, please. I want to see that pretty face of yours.” You take your hands softly away from your face, at the same time he lets your body rest against the bed, fully on top of you, letting his chest press softly against yours and his lips brush against your mouth with every movement. One of his hands sneaks up from your hips, reaching your arm, and running towards your hand, tangling his fingers on yours and giving it a light squeeze. The way his body finds yours on every thrust is addictive, and how your moans mix with his heavy breath reminds you of the way it feels to discover your new favorite song. He leaves a soft kiss on your forehead while his hips slowly hit against you again, making your legs tremble around his waist and your sore throat moan his name. “‘Tsuru…” your voice breaks with the next thrust, and he sighs on top of you, rolling his hips again, so softly, so subtle, that it gives you nothing more than pleasure.

“Do it again.” he pleads, pecking your lips, caging a groan between them. “Moan my name again, darling.” he whispers, again moving against you, again reaching that pleasuring point, again making you forget anything but his name and his love and his body and his voice. His body finds yours again, and again, and his name leaves your mouth as a prayer. You feel so drunk of him, your senses are full of his sweetness. Even now, with pleasure almost making you lose your mind, you can only admire him, his features when his thrusts get faster, deeper and erratic; his chest, breathing quickly; the strong squeezes in your hand. His mere presence makes your chest warm and your bodies tangled on the covers, without letting any space between you two, feel close to heaven. He releases with soft groans, quick pecks on your jaw as your insides squeeze him back, body trembling and mixed quick breaths as he rests his body next to yours, head on your chest, while you caress his hair, still shaky and trembling. Tatsuru’s skin feels hot against your cold one, and he kisses the place where his head rests before looking at you. He puts one of his hands on your cheek, checking your eyes while he speaks. “Are you alright? Are you hurt?”

“I’m alright, Tatsu.” you smile at him as he gets closer for another passionate, deep kiss. His hands wander on your back as yours get buried on his dirty blond hair. “I’m very good.” he smiles when he listens to your statement. Taking him close to you again, he stops you before you’re able to kiss him again.

“If you kiss me again… We might have to take a little more time before dinner.” he jokes, forehead still resting against you when you get closer to his mouth again, tempting, kissing nothing more than a subtle touch. 

“Who needs dinner, anyway?” your words seem to convince him when he takes you on his arms, laughing softly as your mouths search each other again under the now attentive gaze of the moon.