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ohsuguruu · 8 months

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Toji and bath time with baby Megumi. That is all 🖤

mhm mhm i present to u the life toji deserves,

ෆ tags. dad!toji x female reader. toji being a good dad & bathing megumi on his own. fluff.

“hold on, buddy.” toji mumbles as he holds megumi in one arm, the other stretched out to dip his fingers in the water. he quickly checks the temperature of the filled tub and after confirming that it’s lukewarm, he moves on to kiss megumi’s cheek.

“mama said you’re a real crybaby if you get in alone, so daddy will join ya. consider yourself lucky, kid— i don’t do this just for anyone.” toji lets out a breathy chuckle at his own jokes. despite megumi being way too young to understand what toji was saying to him, the man still got a kick out of teasing and playing around with his son.

toji carefully gets into the tub, holding megumi in his hands and slowly lowering the small baby into the water. this causes megumi to kick his chubby legs around while squealing loudly. the drops of water splashed onto toji’s face and he shakes his head with a small smile because of his son’s actions, “hey, hey, easy now, kiddo.”

once megumi was settled in the tub, toji hums thoughtfully as his eyes dart around the bathroom, clearly trying to recall the instructions you gave him beforehand. he couldn’t really remember the order of the things you told him, thus he decides to freestyle this new experience of giving megumi his bath.

“oh, hold on.” toji gets an idea and reaches over the edge of the tub to the near counter, sliding open a drawer and grabbing a bottle of bath foam which he doesn’t even bother reading, “i’ve seen your mama put this in whenever she bathes you. it creates bubbles or somethin’ like that.”

toji pops the cap open and pours the fluid in the water. he doesn’t pour only a little, no, he pours a lot. “should be enough,” he shrugs and tosses the bottle aside, grinning down at megumi who was too engrossed at the way the clear liquid moved between his small fingers.

and it turned out that it was more than just enough in the end. in a couple seconds to a single minute, the entire bath was overflowing with bath foam— it even threatened to spill out of the tub. in a blink of an eye, megumi was gone and engulfed by a sea of bubbles. not that the little boy minded it; toji could hear a few curious babbles and saw his son’s fingers try to move the foam out of his face.

toji couldn’t help it and started laughing his ass off at the sight of megumi disappearing behind the wall of foam (totally not trying to help his kid at the moment). he hadn’t had a good laugh like that in days.

after calming down—though still wheezing a bit between words—toji finally pushed the foam aside and picked megumi up, also wiping away the possible bubbles that got into his eyes, “heh— c’mere, buddy. can’t let ya drown in those bubbles.”

megumi was holding onto his dad’s face, two tiny hands patting both of his cheeks while toji was clearing the foam from megumi’s body, making sure that nothing got into the boy’s eyes. once thoroughly checked, toji kept laughing a little, chuckling at the way megumi was just innocently staring back at him.

the poor baby didn’t even understand what had happened to him seconds ago, yet was still smiling and giggling once he saw how happy his dad was.

at that exact same time, you were passing by the closed bathroom door. the muffled laughter made you curious as to what was going on, though just by hearing the sounds of joy, it seemed like your husband and son were having a great time. the fact alone made a smile appear on your own face.

#jjk.

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ohsuguruu · 8 months

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toji whos too embarrassed to make actual sounds during sex other than grunting or groaning so reader asks him to moan and he accidentally whimpers instead🫠

WOWWOWOWOWO

☰ cw: fem reader, cowgirl, spanking, toji whines, 18+

you‘re riding toji and he‘s laid back comfortably, two big rough hands attached to your waist, gripping it as if he was guiding your hip movements through each move and jolt you made against his lap. his head‘s rested against his fluffed out pillow and he stares at you with near half-lidded eyes, a gruff low groan leaves his lips once he feels how deep he‘s reaching— you‘re biting back moans by chewing on your lip even though tiny whines escape, and your hands and cutely pressed onto his bare chest— feeling the small amounts of chest hair colliding against your palm.

“s—shit, baby,” he grunts, his voice is raspy, you stare down at toji and oddly enough, he‘s covering his face with one hand, another occupied to your waist. the way your hips moved, it drove him completely insane, you could see his jaw clench just a little— muscles tensing before another groan leaves his mouth.

you smiled, rubbing a hand down his chest, a soft head tilt, muttering. “toji, it‘s okay to moan. you don‘t have to be embarrassed.”

he gives you a glare, green eyes peaking from underneath his hand. “shut the f—”

and then toji whimpers.

you pause— and so does toji, he stares at you, his cock still buried deep between your walls before a tiny grin appears on your face.

“did . . did you just whimper, toji . . ?”

he doesn’t reply— instead, he gives your ass a mean smack for you to continue and you let off a tiny gasp. “i didn‘t fuckin’ whine,” he grumbles, a near pout spreading across his lip— each word he spat out you could hear the low mean irritation in his voice. it was kind of cute. “damn little . . brat..”

toji was flustered.

toji was embarrassed.

you couldn‘t help but giggle, your mean and primarily dominant boyfriend just let out the cutest noise for you while you were riding him, a whimper. it sounded nothing like him.

it was almost high pitched— his voice shook, and when he whimpered you saw for a brief second that toji‘s eyes rolled back, his mouth slightly opened and the scar near the very right side of his lip stretched just a bit to where you could see a tiny dimple form.

“somethin’ funny?” he rasps, a hand still gripping against your ass— he‘s squeezing it before he brings a hard spank to your ass again to make you whine now.

you‘re rocking your hips against toji, slowly, it scratched every itch in your brain before you bite down on your lip, the sudden smug expression you had fading before toji shoved you off of him.

“t—toji . . !” you stammered, before he makes your face lay flat against the mattress.

you hear a deep chortle from behind, feeling him still cling onto your waist, giving you one hard final spank—

your cheek smushed against the mattress and you moan, feeling his teasingly rub his fat tip against your folds, leaning with just a faint amount of pre before grunting out a, “mhm,”

toji strokes a hand down your back before you gasp— he slams into you, pinning your arms behind your back and now you‘re the one whining. “. . yeah, little girl. what i thought.”

more whimpering toji? 🙈

#jjk.

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ohsuguruu · 8 months

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JJK Tiger Cub AU Part 1-9

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ohsuguruu · 8 months

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JJK Tiger Cub AU Part 1-7

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ohsuguruu · 8 months

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pronebone with toji? i want him as my own personal weighted blanket <3

me too < / 3

☆ — fem! reader, pronebone, daddy k!nk, unprotected, 18+

just toji constantly teasing you while he‘s fucking you— each time he pulls out to rub his pulsating tip against your folds, you’re laid back on your chest, whining and sobbing for him to continue but he just lowly chuckles.

“ohhh,” he hums, being quiet for a moment to hear how wet you are— squelching and squeaking all because of how good he was ruining your insides only a few moments ago, it was a messy sight— seeing droplets of his seed start to pour out of your slit, he can’t help but rub a thumb down, feeling you pulse between your legs before giving your ass a smack. “should i keep goin’ or…?”

“y—yes please,” you sniffle, not even facing him but you could feel the smirk on his lips from the way he‘s speaking to you, the bass in voice dropping— lowering a single octave. “stop teasing me t—toji.”

smack

“stop teasin’ me toji,” he mocks your voice, changing his pitch to match yours and it makes you embarrassed, pouty and all. “i can do whatever i fuckin’ want and you’ll still get wet from it like the nasty little girl you are, y/n.” he grunts, and you whine before you bite down on your arm— feeling toji start to insert himself inside of you again.

toji has a rough hand on your ass, and he stares down at your back that‘s perfectly arched with a sly grin before he‘s fully inside again— groaning from the little pop noise that makes once he‘s balls buried deep.

“so soaked,” he grumbles— presenting you with a single thrust to where your breath is nearly taken away, you whimper as he‘s rolling his hips again in the same speed he was, rougher this time. he spanks your ass again and again, and each time he does, that cute little whine leaves the very back of your throat. “lie the fuck back, sweetheart.”

“s—sorry, toji.” you moaned, and you‘re just about over the edge of the bed— the bracelets that resided on your arms danced in harmony, clanking from each hit toji made towards your poor cunt that‘s spilling out with his seed. “f-fuckkk. hitting me s’ good, right th—”

toji smacks your neglected ass cheek, and you pause on your words once his weight is crushed down into you— slightly and you whine. “listen,” he mumbles, and his tip reaches everywhere to where your eyes flicker all around the room, mouth dumbly open but nothing coming out but cute squeaks as he pounded and pounded you ruthlessly from behind. “whenever i‘m beatin’ this pussy up, you don’t call me “toji,” he mocks your whiney voice again, “you call me daddy, you got that, princess?”

. . .

you don’t reply and toji chuckles.

“don’t try me. i’ll pull out again and make you ride my thigh, little girl.”

and his hips pause and you whimper.

“o—okayokayokay,” you babble, nodding your head, whimpering from missing his thrusts. the way he kept stoping himself made you so frustrated— your eyebrows would tug together and it was so cute. “sorry daddy, ‘m sorry. sorry for calling you toji— sorry.”

“good girl,” he purrs. “you’re forgiven.”

you whine once he starts up again— absolutely jackhammering his shaft into your sweet walls, the way it squeezes around him makes him grunt. toji leans in— weight still against your ass to where he wraps a hand around your throat, a middle finger softly brushing against the center part of where you breathe, softly squeezing just a bit to hear you moan.

“mhm— that‘s what i like to hear. shut up and let daddy take good care of you.”

#jjk.

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ohsuguruu · 8 months

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nanami teaching his gf how to touch herself........i have feelings for him 😭😭

☰ cw: fem. reader, nanami talks you through it, 18+

nanami would be so gentle,

you‘re laid back against his chest, chewing on your lip as he‘s got your legs all sprawled out. his cologne scent hit you hard— like a truck, wearing nothing but some shorts with pretty underwear underneath, the same color that matched your bra.

“it‘s okay. i‘ll show you, sweetheart.” he‘d hum in a soft gruff tone.

“okay—”

you muttered, feeling him gently wrap a hand around your wrist. nanami went slow, making you trail your own hand down, down, down, from up to your chest— from your tummy, until he reached between your thighs.

he stops once he reaches near your thighs, you hear him chuckle against your ear and before you realize it, you were already soaked to proximity.

the mood was set just right, dim— candles were lit as you were in the shared bedroom with your boyfriend, rubbing your glossed lips together before letting off a tiny sigh, feeling your middle finger slowly insert inside.

“nice and . . slow, baby.” he coos, warm minty breath against your neck. “good girl, like that.” you almost let off a whine from not only the stimulation— but his praises too, you were wet, drenched there was no denying that. “push in and out, not too fast yet, okay . . ?”

you nodded, and nanami brings a chaste kiss to your forehead.

“need to hear that pretty voice before we go any further.” he softly breathes, his hand still gently and firmly holding onto your slightly trembling wrist.

you swallow back the lump in your throat before speaking in a near whiney voice. “i— um, okay nanami. keep teaching me how to— touch myself, please…”

“of course,” he replies. you‘re head‘s spinning as he‘s guiding you— guiding your fingers, you even manage to slip another one in now after a few seconds and moan after moan came.

as your digits deepened, the edges of your fingers skimmed against your clit, near your labia. you were sensitive, it was cute the way your head slumped back against nanami. “how cute. is it too much?”

“n—no..” you panted, feeling your leg starting to shake. your inner walls were merely being massaged by your fingers and it was an indescribable feeling. squelch after squelch, it wasn’t long before you started to feel your right thigh start to bounce— a tiny gasp leaving your lips.

nanami hums. “good,” and as you‘re playing with yourself on your own— he smiles, rubbing his chin against your shoulder. “now, try to feel for your g-spot, princess. press a little deeper and you‘ll feel it.”

within a few minutes you whine— feeling exactly the spot he described, fingers slightly curling and it feels damp, nearly soft and plump. “i— i feel it, kento… f—fuckkk.”

“i know, i know,” he whispers in a hushed tone. nanami’s got his hands away from you now, just one hand gripped onto your hip— another rubbing against your thigh that continued to shake and jolt against the fat mattress. “hey. talk to me, do you feel close, baby?”

“…y—yes....” you whimpered, lip quivering. eyes of yours nearly started to roll back to the very depths of your skull. it felt so good, you could nearly taste your incoming release, nodding at your reply. “m' close kento— close…”

the smile on his soft curved lips pressed a little more. “hmm. you are? gonna be a good girl and make a little mess for me?” and he kisses the back of your forehead. “it‘s okay, princess. make yourself cum for me.”

“k—kento,” you babbled, using your whole wrist to pleasure yourself. the very back of your head rubbed against him and he smiles. a pool of pressure‘s building up, you whimper again and again before you came— making such a mess on your own fingers, legs spasming and your climax rings throughout your own ears. “my—god..”

he grins cheekily, blond eyebrows raising, as a mere tease. “look at you,” and he holds your wrist again, making you remove your fingers from inside of you— staring at the lewdness of your own slick coming from your fingers.

“so dirty and it was only your first time touching yourself,” and nanami hums, turning your head to the left just a little to kiss you— a quick second peck before muttering. “how does one more time sound, baby? how about you let your boyfriend do all the work this time, hm?”

#jjk.

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ohsuguruu · 1 year

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daddy daichi having to shove his fingers in your mouth cuz you wouldn't stop moaning while he fucks you into oblivion in the middle of the night 🥺🤲

— daddy! daichi + overstimulation + cream pie + slight degradation + praise + pet names + fluffy end + choking + f! reader

“c’mon pretty girl- you know better than that.” he hisses, seeing the way your knees come up to try and block his body from you- all in the moment of your third orgasm that he had fucked out of your cunt.

body was still so warm from sleep, soft and pliant, he didn’t know what time it was when he woke up to your pawing, hands curling into his chest as you had pressed against him. he was always so receptive to your advances, but fuck- right now was the worst time for you to want his cock.

sugawara and asahi were sleeping in the living room, deciding to home them for the night, they had come for a visit and were obviously too tired to drive and bus all the way back to their respective homes.

and now here he was, drilling your cunt into submission, down into the soft bed- dipping with the weight of his hips.

“daddy!” you cried- it was a sharp and loud exclamation of pleasure while you came, thighs twitching pathetically against your stomach, knees perched up to your chest.

you didn’t mean to block him off, it was just the fact that his curved cock dragged into the spongy patch settled in your upper wall, like he purposely targeted it, all to watch you squirm.

the sound of your voice was loud, his hand clamped over your mouth while he hissed, the other hand coming down to pry your legs open, pinning them onto the bed once more, fighting the involuntary contraction of your muscles.

“knock it off princesses. first you try and stop daddy from milking his cunt- and now you’re not listening to him.” daichi grunts, still working his cock into your clenching cunt, body going lax at his command.

your eyes nearly crossed with every drag, trying to look at him through a blurry vision. the hand pressing down on your mouth shifted, all until his middle and ring fingertips were pushing in past your swollen lips.

he kept his course, not stopping until your throat clenched around his rough and thick fingers, going nearly silent, all except for the the soft vibrations of your crying against his digits.

“there we go- you look better like this... all fucked out ‘nd drooling over my fingers,” daichi hummed, huffing at the effort it took to keep the crushing pace, his thighs slapping down into the softness of your own, “so nice and pliant for me- it only took daddy fucking you stupid, didnt it?”

you couldn’t answer, because he was right- you’d been needy and selfish, waking him up cause the burn between your legs was too much, and now you couldn’t speak, could hardly breathe, all while you’re four orgasms in while hes still so hard.

tears ran down either sides of your temple, the way he was fucking you up the bed let you know how wet it all was, you could hear the puddles of cum squelching with every movement, settled right under your ass.

“ah- i’m almost there.” he finally grunts, the statement has you breathe a heavy sigh of relief through your nose.

daichi can feel it, chuckles lowly at your reaction, and maybe it was the way you looked so good under him, maybe it was the way your cute hands looked, bundled up into fists by your head, maybe it was the way your cunt sounded, or the drool falling down your chin... whatever it was- it made him cum.

rearing back, hips detaching from you completely, keeping only the swollen and purpling tip of his cock inside- he came back down. the final thrust hurt- but seeing him come undone made it all worth it.

eyebrows furrowed, lips dropped open slightly, the small grunt of your name falling freely from his lips, stomach twitching and clenching, all while hot and heavy cum spurted down into your cunt- it was all so good.

he slowly removed his fingers from your mouth, dropping down to reclaim you with his own lips, slipping his cock from your battered cunt, cum seeping down onto your own mess.

“what a good girl.” daichi mumbled, rough hand cupping your sweaty and tear streaked face.

“did daddy fuck you good enough?” he murmured, hot breath fanning down onto your neck.

you nodded, humming in appreciation, not able to form any words.

“hm, good... maybe now my baby girl’ll sleep through the night.” he smiled, nuzzling your cheek with his nose, hands gripping your sides to roll you over him- wrapping his arms around your body, not caring that he’d be sleeping in the mess you’ve both made- only caring that his sweet girl would finally rest after all of that.

“sleep well princess.” he whispered, rubbing his hands over your shaking form.

#hq.

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ohsuguruu · 1 year

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teasing! toji fushiguro + heavy breeding kink + mentions of embarrassment + petnames (doll, sweetheart) + creampie + messy sex + condescending words + dirty talk + size kink + f! reader

it should have been easy to push him away- toji is big, so big he eclipses everything in your sight when he’s towering over you like this, but will move at the sight of your palms pushing up against his chest when he gets close and teases you.

but a snarky smile spreads over his lips when the smacking of his hips jiggles your limp hands over your chest- turning away from him because fuck he’s so good at embarrassing you.

“that’s dirty.” he whispers- hands scarred and battle worn holding your hips in place, soothing circles along the skin they lay over, eyes roaming down to the cunt he’s currently making a mess of.

“felt you get so tight when i said that, doll.” embarrassment still crawling up your neck reminds you of the lewd words which had left him mere seconds ago- babbling out his name in a high keen jumbled and interrupted with the resounding pounding of heavy balls against the curve of your ass.

“does pretty baby like it? wanna get knocked up? hm?“ he grunts, feverish in his own right- if you were anymore lucid you’d feel the throbbing of his soaked cock inside you, clearly effected too.

“i’ll put a baby in you if you want it sweetheart- just say it.”

you cry, legs coming up off the bed to knock into his still pistoning hips- cumming hard in a surprise fit of lust with how he says everything; through bitten words, guttural and lowly against your cheek.

toji has the decency not to laugh- pinched off mid thrust with how tight your cunt seals around his thick cock, veins swollen and rubbing against your tender opening; choked back in surprise, nearly losing his cool over your dangerous cunt.

it’s easy for him to move you- thick hands quickly pulling your limp legs up, a sight fitting for what he’s about to do, thick strands of your cum webbing along your inner thighs and his own.

dark hair splayed over his forehead, weighed down by the sweat he’s built up- finally doing what he came to do, what he does every night to ensure you’re limp and satisfied against his hard body.

swollen pussy lips cushioning the last couple of strokes when he stills, coughing out a grunt while his cock swells and pulses- seated in so deep inside you and finally letting you have it all, balls tightening and throbbing, flooding your cunt with his thick n creamy cum; feels like it’s so heavy inside you- keening so high and shaky when you feel it.

“t-thank you- thank you!” you hiccup, lidded eyes opening just to see his face while he breeds you nice.

slowly coming down from the high you’ve given him when the tiny whines and calls of his name bring him back down- blinking away any stars from his sight to look at the pretty mess he’s made of you.

“yeah- thank me.” he finally groans, licking dry lips to lean down and plant a rough kiss to the softness of your cheek.

smiling still when you wrap shaky hands around his broad shoulders; greedy with not only his cum but everything he is too.

#jjk.

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ohsuguruu · 1 year

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got my hair done yesterday and today i’m doing my nails and all i can think about is kirishima being the type of boyfriend that goes with you to the appointments because he doesn’t wanna be away from you

waiting for you in the waiting area of the salon, eventually asking if he can sit close to you in one of the empty chairs so he can talk to you while they do your hair

giving you compliments on the car ride back. telling you how pretty you look while taking your hand in his and pulling it towards his lips, kissing your knuckles as he meets your eyes briefly before looking back into the road

the type to lean over the nail tech table to see your nail process as he runs a hand from the center of your spine up towards your nape, his fingers tangling with your hair while he asks you what color you plan on getting this time. his eyes lighting up when you tell him to choose as he makes his way to the display wall where all the nail polishes are

laughing to yourself when he finally settles on a color and returns excitedly back to the table with one of the samples to get your approval on the color

if your appointments are gonna take a lot of time, he’d bring you food and feed it to you while your nails dry under the uv light

he goes with you every three months to get his ends trimmed when you’re gonna trim yours and always brushes you off when you offer to make him an appointment to retouch his roots because he says he likes it better when you do it for him

same thing with his nails, he gets a manicure every here and then with you at the salon. but to him, nothing compares to sitting down in between your legs and resting his head on your chest while you file his nails and push back his cuticles

katsuki getting annoyed with the amount of times a day that eijirou shows him his nails at work after you offered to paint them and got excited but only if he was matching yours

would definitely ask you to schedule your waxing appointments with him so he can get his chest waxed to show it off in his hero suit, not ready to embrace his hairy chest era just yet

just big beefy golden retriever eijirou kirishima being so whipped that he wants to be with you at all times

#bnha.

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ohsuguruu · 1 year

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the first time you shower at his place, bakugou needs to piss, really bad.

just his luck that your relationship is still relatively fresh, you showering at his place being a pretty big step (toward moving in). but he didn’t plan on that when he first bought the place.

there’s one bedroom, one bathroom, and one of him. one man, one dick, one bathroom, that’s all he ever was and all he ever really needed.

but now you’re in that one bathroom, the one bathroom that he really needs right now, so desperately that he finds himself looking at the sink.

i could—no. don’t you dare finish that fucking thought you nasty piece of shit. think of the dishes.

maybe he should just run over to his neighbor, you know, the one he never bothered to know or care about, nevertheless be close enough to knock on their door to use their bathroom. should he run down to the convenience store instead? no, too much of a hassle at that point, and by that time you’ll probably be done—

the sound of running water is no more, a silence so blissful on bakugou’s ears that he nearly runs to meet you as the bathroom door opens. “the hell were you doing in there for so long, playing extreme sports?” is all he gets out before he’s slamming the door.

after relieving the building tension, he walks out noticeably calmer, catching a sight of you as you giggle to yourself. “hehe, extreme sports.”

#bnha.

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ohsuguruu · 1 year

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jjk characters + asking them to kill a bug for you

part two here!

-> itadori: gets all brave until the bug falls from the ceiling. the second you rush up to him telling him that you saw a bug on the wall he’s he’s all gung-ho to go kill it. he’s gotta protect his baby after all!! he grabs a shoe, smacks it… then it moves and yuuji is DONE. you’re on your own as he’s shrieking and running out of the room.

-> megumi: takes it outside despite you pleading to kill it. he doesn’t mind bugs. like at all. he used to play with them as a kid all the time so he never really had an aversion to them?? when you ask him to kill a bug he refuses, opting to scoop it into a cup and take it outside. no matter how much you ask him to actually kill it, he won’t.

-> nobara: refuses adamantly. she doesn’t NOT like bugs. there will be times where she’ll be coming to you asking you to kill bugs for her. most of the time it’s really a team effort because there’s no way in HELL that she’s going anywhere near a bug unless you’re backing each other up. there’s a lot of screaming and “don’t let it come near me!!” as you evade this bug.

-> inumaki: takes it more seriously than it is. when you come to him and tell him that a bugs in your room, he’s already writing up a plan to successfully kill it. it’s like a stealth mission and he takes it WAY too seriously. there’s eight plans. five back ups and panda’s on standby. he also brings so many materials? you can definitely tell that he’s been prepared for this for a while.

-> maki: smacks it with her shoe. like, she’ll just pop her shoe off, smack it against the wall, clean her shoe off, and then go about her day. she isn’t scared by bugs so it’s really no sweat off her back to kill it if you’re scared by them. but please by her a fly swatter or SOMETHING so she stops smacking her shoe against the walls.

-> yuta: is scared too. sorry man, he isn’t really all that comfortable killing bugs too! he hates all the little legs and finds them absolutely disgusting. maybe, just maybe, if he closes his eyes and smacks really hard he’ll do it for you. but he’s definitely gonna say that you should get one of the other second years to kill it.

-> nanami: kills it, no hesitation or question. bugs have never creeped him out that much. whenever you need him to kill a bug, he just does it. he gets up and is like “alright, where is it?” then walks into the room and kills it. the kind to grab it with a tissue and flush it down the toilet. he’ll kill a million bugs for his love !!

-> gojo: teases the crap out of you, only killing it after you’ve practically begged him to. yeah, he’ll kill it but he needs to really tease you about that fact that you asked him to kill the bug for you. and only after taking an agonizingly long time to kill it, too. as if that isn’t enough, if he squashed it in a tissue he will chase you around the house with it. please smack him.

-> geto: crushes it with his hand. like ?? he just open palm smacks it against the wall. then he turns to you with a smile and says “alright! that’s taken care of!” it honestly leaves you in so much shock because he acts like it’s normal? and he has the audacity to question why you’re looking at him like that.

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masterlist || rules page

#jjk.

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ohsuguruu · 1 year

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I love your writing so much.

If it's not a bother, could I have a (maybe little bit ooc) scenario about Illumi realizing the people he hangs out with most (Hisoka and Reader, a truly chaotic duo) are dumbasses, but he loves enjoys having them around?

Thank you!!

those two idiots of mine (illumi x reader x bestfriend!hisoka) (scenario)

description: illumi has a semi crisis over his two self proclaimed best friends

authors note: it’s not a bother at all and you’re so sweet anon! tbh this has to be my favourite request i’ve gotten so far. illumi dealing with his chaotic duo besties with begrudging love? sign me the fuck up <3

also this also had extrovert/introvert themes so i thought i’d include the mbtis of my boys

illumi: istj (according to a quick google search)

hisoka: entp (like yours truly) (i swear sharing an mbti with hisoka is my defining trait)

reader: whatever the fuck you are (insert your mbti here)

warnings: might be a smidge ooc, i really tried my best to make it have an authentic illumi feel but my guy is dealing with emotions so yk...

requests are open!

Of all the tiresome things Illumi had dealt with in his life, having you and Hisoka be his primary source of socialising might be top of the list. He couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment you all started to meet up regularly for various things, nor could he remember when you had self proclaimed yourselves his best friends.

You and Hisoka were both utterly ridiculous, often matching each other's wild energy as if you were on the same brainwave.

Illumi began to question his ‘friendship’ with you when you and Hisoka started debating whether or not ketchup was a smoothie.

“It’s a blended fruit.”

“But you have it as a condiment with savoury foods.” You argued, whacking the magician’s head with a newspaper.

He swatted you away with an amused hum. “That doesn’t change its nature.”

“You don’t drink ketchup.”

“Speak for yourself.”

Illumi quietly listened to his two best friends argue as you all sat round a table.

As he watched the two of you bicker back and forth, he was unable to fathom your unique stupidity. The assassin understood that individually, his friends were incredibly intelligent and capable people. However once together, you two seemed to share the collective intellect of a prawn.

“Illumi!” The assassin was brought out of his internal suffering by the very source itself. Both you and Hisoka had decided that for some reason they needed a third person’s opinions on your debate.

“I’m not getting involved.”

“C’monn, please?”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“I’ll give Hisoka Killua’s number.”

“Ketchup is a savoury condiment, not a smoothie.”

You let out a whoop of victory, fist-pumping the air in your joy. “HA! Suck it Hisoka!”

“That’s no good, he’s biased.” Hisoka tutted, shaking his head and folding his arms. “You know Illumi always sides with you.”

“That’s because he loves me.”

“Unconfirmed by him.”

“Confirmed in his heart.”

“Does he even have one?’ Hisoka shot.

“Do you even have one?” You fired back.

“Touché.”

Illumi sat there locked in a daze, listening to his two best friends argue like children. Yeah, you two were both the biggest idiots he had ever met, but he wouldn’t change you for the world. Of course he would never say this, but it never stopped the two of you from trying.

And so what if he loved enjoyed having the two of you around? Who would be able to tell anyway?

#hxh.

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ohsuguruu · 1 year

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𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐱 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓.

⌗ navi.┆main m.list┆staying a while ?

authors note. people wanted hisoka so he’s in this one this time. <3 the guy in the picture kinda looks like him 🤭.

characters ! chrollo, illumi, leorio, hisoka.

pairing ! characters x afab! reader

genre + warnings ! cervix fucking (?), talk of fingering, beautiful + baby was used for nicknames, spanking.

➣ CHROLLO !

chrollo was always seemed to get you all wet and sticky, but especially when he’s fucking you from behind, hitting your ass until it hurts. always fucks you so good, hard and quick. but the one time he decides to slow down his pace, watching as your pussy clings and creams around his cock. going in and out slowly, not even enough for you to feel him on your cervix. you plead for him to go a little faster; fuck you a little rougher— but he keeps his pace.

“chrollo! hm harder. please, a little harder, baby,” you plead. without warning, you feel him slam himself into you making you yelp and moan into the mattress below. his cock head seemed to poke a special spot right above your cervix making you pulsate, cream and grab the sheets harder. “shit!” he mumbled not moving an inch. the pressure was too much so you bring your hand to his hip behind you but he snatches it and puts it behind your back. “it’s t-too muuch,” you whimper.

he leans down and places a kiss on my hand. “hm, but your body saying i’m perfectly in the right spot and you sound so sweet.”

➣ ILLUMI !

he watched as your ass moved up and down as you took his cock. your head buried into his neck, arms warped around his neck, his cock invading your gummy walls. he would be lying if he said he didn’t like how your moans traveled directly to his ear every time his cock would hit your cervix. the whimpers, moans, pleads— everything. especially when you had came the 4th time.

“aah! illumi? fuck me, please.” your legs were feeling like jelly after cumming so much. he grips your hips, stopping you from moving before slamming his hips into you. his tip seemed to find a spot that made you tighten and cream around him. the pressure seemed to push you over the edge and cum instantly. he grinned and chucked at the reaction.

“baby, you made such a mess.”

➣ LEORIO !

he’s such a slut for you it’s cRaZy. he believes he’s already found it, but when he has you on the counter of your small apartment, rocking his hips into yours as you kiss, he thinks otherwise. you pull and tug at the hair on the back of his head, pulling him closer; deepening the kiss. you were a whining mess.

finally when you break away from your long kiss, you couldn’t help but moan his name. he kiss you softly before grabbing your legs and putting them on his shoulders. he pushes himself deep into you making you throw your head back, with a moan while holding onto his arm. “leorio, baby. fuck me, please, baby,” you pleaded so sweetly— it made his cock twitch.

the way your legs trembled at just one thrust. imagine his fingers finding that spot— god! it would be pure heaven on earth.

he barely could kept his mind out of the straight sewers, let alone fuck you more stupid. “okay, baby. hold on.”

➣ HISOKA !

you had never been with someone so big and long— even after you confession of that, he promised to be gentle, but he couldn’t help himself. his hips had been slamming into your thighs, for what it felt like, hours. your brain fuzzy with how his cock entered your walls. he watched as your lips parted and moans were released, your fingers gripping at his arms, begging for him to slow down.

“h-hisoka! sl— ahh! down!” the pace of his hips didn’t even seem to stop a bit. he too fascinated by the way your eyes rolled back into your head. “but you’ve cum so hard,” he said with a grin, “how about i…” finally he stops rocking his hips and push his full cock into you. his mushroom, pink head hitting a spot in you that made you instantly tighten around him, moan loudly and whimper.

with his eyes glossed over and a grin spread on his lips he says, “fuck. that noise you made was beautiful. how could i stop now?”

 tokyosk 2022.

i am a slut for leorio. a huge one. i need him. i want him.

#hxh.

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ohsuguruu · 1 year

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Consummate /// Kuroo x f!Reader (18+)

Summary: [Yakuza AU] You’ve been engaged to Kuroo Tetsurou since you were six, and you’ve hated him almost as long. Too bad you’re never going to get rid of him again.

A/N: tysm to the lovely commissioner of this piece! You deserve a medal for putting mean Kuroo into my brain 🥴 Nice boys make such good bastards 🖤

Tags/warnings: borderline dubcon, hatefucking, power play, mutual degradation, impact play, almost? breath play, bullying/violence/blood (not toward reader), mean!Kuroo & reader, mild prey/predator dynamics

Girls are supposed to plan their weddings.

You only know this secondhand. You never really had a lot of female friends. Not close ones, anyway, and not the kind who would obsess over venues and dresses and flowers. But you know they do it—girls in TV shows are always clipping pictures out of wedding magazines and making scrapbooks and stuff. You used to judge, but only because you were jealous. It looked like fun: the fantasy that one day you’d get swept off your feet by Mr. Right, that he’d put a ring on your finger and promise to love you forever. ’Til death do you part.

But those fantasies belong to other girls. Not you, never you. You were never going to get to choose a damn thing.

Actually, you did—once, back in middle school. You were new and there weren’t any rumors yet about what your father did for a living, so you had a few friends. Girls. They were talking about their crushes, the boys they liked, and they wanted you to confess too. You said you didn’t have a crush but they wouldn’t take no for an answer. It wasn’t fair, they said. You had to like someone.

So you said a name, a boy in your class who was nice to you. He had soft, light hair and he helped you with cleaning duties once, and he could never really meet your gaze but he spoke to you so kindly. He was gentle. And you didn’t know men were allowed to be gentle like that, and you liked it. You said his name, and the girls you were talking to giggled and promised never to tell.

But they did.

You didn’t see the fight. Not that it was really a fight, not with the boy you liked pitted against Kuroo. Kuroo—a grade older than you, tall and muscular even then, delinquent, every inch the young master of a yakuza clan. You heard he got his first tattoo at ten years old. It was a beating.

Back then, you heard Kuroo yelling your name through the open windows of the school building after classes let out. He was in the middle of the courtyard, holding your crush up by the lapels of his uniform. He was bleeding (your crush, not your fiancé), face scratched and swollen pink. Bruises already forming. He looked like he was going to cry.

“(Y/N)!” Kuroo shouted, face lit with the manic joy of beating the shit out of the boy you said you liked. He threw the other kid down onto the grass and wiped the sweat off his forehead with raw red knuckles. “Thought you’d never come.”

“Kuroo, what the hell?” You were screaming, pushing through the crowd that had formed around the fight like crowds always do. People were looking at you.

“So this is your type? This fucking crybaby?” Kuroo aimed a light kick at your crush’s ribs and he wheezed on the ground.

You pushed Kuroo. “Shut up!”

He stumbled back but caught his ground without missing a beat. “Look at him whining—you really like this pussy?”

“SHUT UP!” Everyone was staring—people were looking out the windows now, pointing and whispering your name, but you didn’t care. You felt like a raw nerve exposed, so angry you could kill him.

“Dumb little bitch,” Kuroo spat, grinning, and that was the last straw.

You pulled your hand back, folded it into a fist, and threw it into his face with all the weight in your body. Just like your dad taught you. Kuroo wasn’t scared enough to even try and duck, but he should’ve—your punch cracked across his nose so hard you could feel it breaking and his head snapped to the side.

You panted. There was a second of silence and then someone whooped. Kuroo wiped his hand across the scarlet streaming down his face—the color of it was horrible, that sick bright red in the afternoon sun. You wondered if he would hit you back and then you kind of hoped he would—you wanted to hit him again, wanted to hurt him, wanted to ruin things for him like he always did for you.

But he didn’t hit you. Kuroo yanked you toward him by the tie in your uniform and you stumbled in his direction. “There you go,” he said under his breath, voice a little nasal from the broken nose, and his face tilted into yours.

You tasted blood.

It was your first kiss. You were eleven, Kuroo was twelve, and the two of you hated each other more than anything else in the world. “—yakuza,” someone whispered behind you, and when you ripped your face away from Kuroo’s he was staring at you with blood smeared over his mouth, not smiling, not really, but still triumphant in the knowledge that he’d won again, that he’d successfully fucked you over. Which has always seemed to be his sole purpose in life.

You remember that now, because even though it’s been over a decade since he stole your first kiss, he still has that same stupid look on his face.

“Stop—looking at me—like that,” you hiss.

One of the priceless gold hairpins from your bridal updo is digging into your scalp, and you twist your head back in that direction, putting more pressure on the pain. Better to feel that than everything else. Like his hand pinning yours to the narrow wooden beams tracing the wall. Or his saliva drying on your neck. Or his cock, stretching out every wall in your pussy, so big and thick and hard you think it’s a minor miracle that he’s making it fit.

And hell, if you wanted to kill him before…

“Like what?” he asks, a second too late, because he’s focusing. Kuroo’s hand is braced under your thigh, nails scraping against you and dimpling your flesh as he lifts you up to fuck you against the wall. Harmless, but the venom in his voice isn’t.

“Like...ugh, like you’re—like you’re winning, or—“

Not waiting for you to finish, Kuroo rolls his hips, thrusting you up and against the wall and pumping his cock even deeper into you. You bite back a moan but it turns into a growl—worse maybe—and you see that dumb sneer spread over his face like always. “I am winning.”

“Fucking—scumbag piece of shit, fuck you,” you spit, ignoring the irony. Your arms are clutched around his neck—it’s the closest you’ve ever been to him, and as usual it’s not by choice, you’d fall if you weren’t holding on—but now you lift your hands and rake them through his hair, ruining the gelled-back spikes into their usual mess because he looks so fucking stupid with his hair slicked down like that.

“I always win…you know that.” His face pushes into your neck, nudging your chin up so he can lick and suck at your raw skin. “And you like it.”

Your pussy clenches at this, quivering like butterfly wings around him. A bead of sweat rolls down from your hairline, only to meet the soft wet muscle of his tongue dragging a lazy stripe over your throat. Kuroo smells like sex and salt and a cold, velvety sweetness from the bouquets of gardenia that were dying in vases at the ceremony. He’s lifting you up against the wall but you know he could hold you up if he wanted, he’s just doing this for control. To make you feel trapped or—submissive. You close your eyes and feel it, feel everything, and you do like it.

But he’s not winning.

Your hand, still combed through his hair, twists into the sweat-damp spikes and pulls to arch his head back for you. His mouth falls open in a surprised laugh but you trace over the thick veins in his neck and up to his ear to drag a fingernail lightly over that sensitive place. Kuroo exhales quickly; you take advantage of the momentary lapse in control to hook your leg tighter around his torso and pull yourself closer into him, only to wind back and land a quick slap over his cheekbone when he tries to kiss you.

“Ohh…yes, yeah that’s good—do that again, wifey,” Kuroo purrs in a low rumble, licking the traces of blood off his newly-split lower lip—your ring must have caught him and the irony stings. Even though you feel a spike of pure revulsion at the pet name, when he sinks slowly to his knees, overcome by the pleasure of having you, you let him.

You’re sitting in his lap now, facing him, still impaled on his cock while he rocks you slowly up and down with measured rolls of his hips. The angle is different here, a deeper connection that rubs the stiff length of him against that tender patch inside your pussy. It makes you want to move—wriggle out of his grip, touch your own clit, anything—but his hands are vice-like on your upper arm and around your back, squeezing into your flesh as if there’s some way he could pull you even closer than this.

Well, you could take off your clothes… Apparently Kuroo thinks this at the same time as you do, because his hands find the tie of your robe and fiddle with it. Neither of you are fully undressed—Kuroo at least stripped off his outer robes as soon as you left the ceremony hall for his family’s compound, but you haven’t bothered to take off anything and the intricate pieces of your wedding outfit are pooled in satiny folds on the floor around the two of you. Earlier (how long? it feels like he’s been fucking you for hours) Kuroo seemed content to just bunch up the skirt of your kimono and pull down your panties to make your marriage official, but now he’s pawing at the cloth and unwinding the ties until the robe falls open over your shoulders.

��There she is…my bitch fiancée, all soft and whiny—moaning on my cock now that she knows she’s mine…” Kuroo slips the layers of fabric down further to expose your chest, your stomach, your cunt swallowing up the length of him where his body meets yours, and the look on his face—like he owns you—makes you want to hit him again. “If I’d known I could fuck the attitude out of you, I’d have made you my wife a long time ago.”

You flinch and then try to pass it off as a shiver from the sudden cold on your damp skin, but Kuroo’s eyes flick to your face and you know he noticed anyway, so you give in to your temper. “Don’t call me that,” you snarl, changing your grip so your fingers attempt to span the breadth of his neck.

It’s not the gentle caress of a lover, not between you and Kuroo, never. It’s a threat. But he doesn’t mind—he leans into it, laughs, low and deep vibrating through his windpipe against your fingers. “It’s too late for you to play innocent, (Y/N)—not like this is the first time you’ve been called a bitch—“

“Don’t call me your wife.” You roll your shoulders back to shed the last layers of clothing and push Kuroo down, pinning him flat on his back with the weight of your hand on his throat so you can ride, set your own pace and show him what winning looks like. He could resist—he’s stronger than you, you have no illusions on that front—but your statement seems to have caught him off guard and a shadow crosses his face as he lays back and lets you ride him.

You’ve hated Kuroo since you were little. Hated the idea of marrying him, of being tied to this vicious man in every way that matters just because your clans want more money and territory—things you’ll never get to see yourself as his diminutive little bride. You may have accepted the role of a loyal foot soldier, but your loyalty is to your family alone. Not to him, never to him.

You can be a good daughter, but you’ll never, ever, be a good wife.

“But you are,” Kuroo says—just to piss me off, you think, until you look down and see the way he’s looking at you, flushed red and panting with some mix of frustration and desire that doesn’t spell good things for your future independence. His hands find your hips and dig into your flesh, lifting you effortlessly so he can thrust up into you from the floor. “My bride, my wife, mine…”

“—never be yours,” you gasp, but his next thrust is so deep and angled so perfectly against your g-spot that you have to catch your breath and your grip on his neck loosens; you crumple forward and only just manage to hold yourself up on top of him—he pumps ferociously into your cunt like he wants to carve the shape of his cock into you, claim you, clip your wings and hold you in place and keep you—

—which, even though you don’t realize it, is the only thing he’s ever really wanted.

Your eyes meet his and when you look at him you see every cruel thing he’s ever done to you, every way the rivalry between you has hurt your family. You don’t see your husband, not yet. That’ll take time. You hate him.

Kuroo looks up at you and hates you too, but it’s different. He hates you like a fox hates a rabbit hiding just out of reach, like a hunter hates the birds on the other end of his rifle. And now he has you—has your territory, has your wealth, has your name cut off and overwritten with his, a claim etched in every format he can think of. He even has your perfect body moving against him, the soft wet feeling of your cunt and the weight of you against his chest forcing him to tense up and count backwards from 100 in multiples of seven so he doesn’t lose it and cum inside you too quick—it’s different when it’s between husband and wife, it’s better—it’s not like anything he’s ever done before, it’s just sex but it’s you, naked except for the jewels on your neck and your hands and your hair, riding him, rubbing your clit and biting back whimpers as he consummates your marriage again and again and again, and you’re his wife his wife his wife, forever, to the death,

and maybe you don’t understand yet but you will, he’ll make you accept it, he’ll fuck you like this every night in your marriage bed and in every room in the compound, he’ll make you see it, make you see it like he does. Husband and wife—forever—’til death do us part—

Kuroo pulls your face down close enough to kiss you and then does, lips against yours, tongue against yours. You bite his lip—not quite playful but you’ve always preferred to err on the side of violence and he’s always liked that about you. The cut from your slap reopens under your bite and then there’s blood in his mouth again, just like the first time, and it tastes like victory.

#hq.

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