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summary: gojo’s tired of you resisting him
warnings: home invasion, noncon, degradation, fem!reader
a/n: this was supposed to be a crumb for @mahitopegger i have no idea wtf happened. i didn’t edit this || reposted from sideblog (now deactivated) on 4/17/2021.
It was only after the soft click of your door, and the eerie silence thereafter that seemed to threaten to close you in, that you realized that something wasn’t quite right. Your eyes darted left, then right, and you kicked off your shoes slower than usual, setting them semi-haphazardly to the side of your entryway.
Even if you weren’t paranoid, you were still the type of person to double check, sometimes triple-check your locks on occasion before you left your home, and you did remember your key turning the right way just seconds ago.
Maybe you were overreacting - after all you lived in a relatively safe area, alone save for your cat with a propensity to mewl for food at all hours of the day. Ah, that was possibly the issue, the fact that your little furry friend hadn’t made his presence immediately. But he knew how to be quiet sometimes, and was fond of an early afternoon nap.
The sound of your keys clattering on your coffee table now seemed unceremoniously loud, like you were disturbing a religious service. In your own house.
Your heart started to race for just a moment, and you turned around quickly.
Nothing. No person, no ghost, no cat. Just you, a sudden sense of unease, and your rapidly beating heart.
Why were you so anxious?
You couldn’t recall the last time you’d felt so unsettled for the moments in which you paced down your hallway, ears tuned to the soft footfalls of your presumably sleeping companion. You would have whispered its name but you didn’t want to wake up the needy little bastard unnecessarily.
It was only three paces in that you stilled suddenly, and the memory of the last time you’d felt this way suddenly struck vividly in your mind.
Clear blue eyes, bordered by long, pale white eyelashes. A smile, once easy and bright, with corners turned up far too high into malice.
You froze.
Was it him? Was Gojo in your house? He wouldn’t... would he?
Your last encounter had been... suboptimal, to say the least. You’d all but told him to get lost, that you weren’t and would never be interested, not after knowing who he was, what he was.
You needed a quiet, calm existence. Your imprint on the world would be measured. You had to stay away from bad omens like his.
But his reaction had been unnatural. He hadn’t given you a real response, just a smile, and you had felt just as unnerved then as you did now before you parted.
You were clearly still spooked.
But these nerves were just vestiges of your anxiety. Gojo knew how to take no for an answer. Of course he did.
He didn’t - you opened your bedroom to find the young sorcerer waiting for you, your cat comfortable in his arms.
“Ah! You’re back~”
Gojo didn’t move; rather, he continued to sit in his relaxed position, legs outstretched onto the bed, palm stroking softly at the soft orange fur. The soft purr of the docile animal filled the air with sharp contrast to your wordless mouth, opening and closing once in shock, and the frenzied beat of your heart.
He smiled before his eyes did, and shifted on top of your covers, getting to his feet. Dressed casually in a white t-shirt and a loose pair of sweatpants, as though he’d been lounging around your house the entire day... as though he lived here.
“W-what are you doing here?” You choked out.
His eyebrows furrowed, and his hold on the little creature relaxed, who remained for just a moment, mewing once before jumping off his lap, brushing by your legs that felt as though they would start shaking any moment, and then promptly sauntered out of the room.
“You didn’t tell me you had a cat,” Satoru remarked, now sitting with legs criss-crossed on the bed, hair mussed and relaxed, and with affect as bright as a child on his first sleepover. He patted the space on the bed next to him, beckoning you to come sit. “Did you have a good day?”
“Gojo, please get out of my house.”
His expression darkened for just a moment before it returned to its natural cheeriness. He patted the space next to him again.
“You must be tired. I can make you something. Tea?”
Your feet were glued to the ground, neither advancing nor retreating.
“P-please leave,” you repeated, more wary this time. Your hands were starting to shake and you watched his eyes flicker to them, then back to your eyes.
“Why would I do that?” He said, tilting his head ever so slightly.
His eyes bore into yours and you felt your stomach turn.
“Don’t you like my attention?”
“Satoru, please,” you continued, your lower lip wobbling inadvertently. “Please, just leave... I won’t tell anyone you came here, just... I can’t return whatever feelings you have, so just go.”
Your fists clenched and unclenched, but you still were so tense, planted onto the floor as though you were a sharp dagger thrust into vulnerable flesh. Why weren’t your feet moving? You should be running. Running as far as you can from this man who could just as easily become a monster if he so pleased.
As though he knew you’d already become powerless - not that it made a difference, the power differential was already so vast - he rose, walking towards you in an open, unguarded stance. He wasn’t afraid of you in the least. The very thought made your blood boil.
Once he stood before you, towering over your shorter, smaller frame, his lips pursed.
“Stop shaking.”
It was a command, given in an annoyed but direct fashion.
You don’t know why you eked out, powerlessly, “I can’t.”
“You weren’t this afraid when you were telling me to fuck off a couple days ago,” he noted. His hand rose to grip your chin, tilting your face to him. You don’t know when you’d started crying, but tears were now streaming down your face, warm and wetting his fingers.
“You’re crying? Where’s the sass you had then?”
“Please...”
Against your better wishes, his lips pressed to yours, and somehow then, your body remembered that adrenaline could also make you fight, and you did fight, thumping your hands balled into fists against his chest and his shoulders, as his hand gripped your chin tighter and his tongue forced its way down your throat. Once he’d gotten tired of your struggle, his other arm hooked around your waist, and he pulled you closer, pressing you against his body.
Your screams were muffled by his kiss as it grew deeper, and at some point, he’d decided on biting your lip painfully, drawing blood once he’d threatened you to shut the fuck up before he gave you something to cry about for real.
You remembered that the first time Gojo had kissed you, it had been soft and tender, nothing like this kiss that was violent and demanded submission; once his hand moved from its grip on your chin, it grasped your hair, fingers twisting and tugging to tilt your head back.
His lips left yours, now red and soon purple and blue, and made their way down your neck to mark them the same.
Every scream was futile, every plea for mercy fell on deaf ears.
At some point, you may have heard your cat meow for something... food? Out of sympathy? You weren’t sure, all you could think about were the painful hickeys on your collarbones and traveling down your bosom.
“I don’t know why you’re so resistant. You yourself called me selfish,” he murmured, ripping the top part of your clothing with the nonchalance with which one would peel a banana. At the sight of your exposed breasts, he was like a man rabid, slamming you backwards into the wall without much regard for head injury. His left arm caged you in, while his right pressed painfully onto your breast.
He paused for a moment, and grinned salaciously.
“Oh, don’t look at me like that~! You look so docile... it’s weird coming from you.”
To that, a fire renewed in your eyes, and you spat directly in his face. His lips curled again in satisfaction, barely reacting to the spittle dripping down his pretty features.
“Fuck you.”
“I will.”
With a small chuckle, he jerked your face painfully to the left such that you couldn’t look at him directly as he took your breast into his mouth.
The idea of this bastard suckling on you, loudly, lewdly as though you’d belonged to him only made the churn in your stomach worse, but the desperate attempts to a knee to his chest were met with barely a resistance. Like he knew you couldn’t hurt him and it was only a matter of time until you stopped and succumbed to him.
The process was already happening - you could feel your nipples hardening and a new flow of heat in your panties. Your tears became more prolific - no longer fear, but rage, but the hand that kept you steady against the wall was impossibly strong.
Your head swam as a confused pleasure started to replace the pain and fear you were feeling. More clothing was torn off of you, more of your skin was marked and licked and sucked. Once your panties were ripped to shreds, he lay your now languid and fight-drained body against him, cooing appreciatively at the new helplessness, pumping two slender fingers up and down your wet inner core as he moved you from the hard wall to the soft bed.
You almost thanked him.
His fingers remained within you as he laid you down, but once he withdrew his touch as your pounding hazy head hit the pillow, he replaced them with the roughness of his tongue, penetrating you without the least bit of shame.
You let slip the moan you had been holding in in defiance.
“That’s it, baby, let me hear you.”
He continued to lick and you continued to mewl.
Once he’d tired of the taste of your cunt, he invaded your privacy in the most all-encompassing way possible, pushing every inch of a greedy, throbbing cock inside of you. As you cried from the stretch, he shushed you with a hand clasped over your mouth to muffle your screams.
As if someone was going to help you. Maybe your cat would come and watch, but he’d found something else to do.
“I know it hurts but you’ll get used to it, I promise, babe,” he murmured, groaning slightly as he seated himself to the hilt. “There.”
He stilled and in the silence of the moment only punctuated by both of your soft pants, you remembered how to sob.
His nose crinkled, and he let out of a soft sigh, cock jerking impatiently inside you.
“Why are you so stubborn?” He mused, leaning against you so that his head rested in the softness of your breasts. He could hear your heartbeat that doesn’t beat for him... but rather it did, because he is the one making it quicken in some odd rhythm of terror and pleasure.
You didn’t speak because there was far, far too much to yell.
As though a timer had rung to mark the end of his empathy, he rose onto his hands again, sighing as he adjusted into the plushness of your walls that didn’t reject him as fervently as you did. He moved, shoving two fingers down your throat to gag your renewed protests as he thrust into you repeatedly.
The short gasps with every stroke only encouraged him, and the immense pleasure he found in the light of your eyes starting to fade into a placid dullness.
“You love me,” he informed you with every rut.
You didn’t answer.
You weren’t sure what this disgusting repetitive sensation bringing your body to climax was. You were no longer sure what he was even talking about, just that there was a warm thing pumping inside of you and fingers down your throat and pain everywhere else in your body, particularly your neck and shoulders and arms and breasts, and you were staring into precious sapphires littering the base of twin lakes.
“You love me,” he repeated. “I know you do.”
#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#yandere gojo#yandere gojo x reader#tw noncon#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#gojo sm#not sfw#gojo smut#mae.drabble#mae.writing
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musings on bf ushijima 5
minors dni.
"W-wakatoshi... fuh-fuck, people can probably-” your eyes clamp shut as his fingers go from petting to penetrating and curling into your pussy, wrenching a savage moan out of you, the kind that roils through your whole body.
“Hear us?”
He’d been fingering you somewhat lazily as he drove the two of you home from his practice with the other hand, something that wasn’t particularly safe, but his driving hand was always quite steady even if his other fingers seemed to almost vibrate as they played with your pussy.
You hate and love how long his reach is - that he can completely commandeer your nether regions without even bothering to take his eyes off the road. He didn’t even take the time to roll the windows back up, despite driving relatively slowly down this side road. You knew no one could hear you, but it felt lewd, feeling the cool air whisk against your face, now glistening with a couple beads of sweat, as you tolerated his rough handling of your cunt.
“Toshi!” you hissed. You wished you hadn’t worn a skirt today.
He laughed, and drew his fingers back, allowing you to breathe again. Your legs clamped shut, the wet feeling of your now well-lubricated labial lips incredibly distracting for the rest of the ride.
You did want more.
As if taunting you, Ushijima brought his soiled fingers to his mouth and licked them clean.
From the corner of his eyes, he could see you share at him in embarrassed shock.
“What?” He replied, a knowing smile on his face. “Just an appetizer.”
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A/N: I’m thinking a lot about Ushijima’s hands in a distasteful (read nsfw) way.
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Ushijima initially never paid much attention to his hands aside from how effective they were at what he lived and breathed to do - play volleyball.
But ever since meeting you, the love of his life, he’s acutely aware of his own two hands - how easily they practically up to half of your chest when he reaches for your soft breasts, or how wide the handprint he leaves on your ass is when he slaps it, sending tantalizing pleasure searing through every nerve fiber.
He’s in awe of how easily one of his hands gently wraps around your delicate throat like some kind of intricate collar, or how two grip firmly on your waist to keep you in position for him as he thrusts into you endlessly until you fall apart beneath him again and again and again...
He’s in wonder of how quickly and powerfully you react to one or two or three thick fingers tapping then circling your clit before invading your cunt, pumping slowly or fast, or those same fingers suckled softly before they’re rammed down your throat bringing tears of delight to your eyes.
He thinks of wide palms that cup your cheeks before he kisses you intimately or carefully caress your body that he is meant to worship and protect.
Hands that join with yours lovingly.
His hands on you remind him that you’re all his, forever his, and all he can think about is how blessed he is to have hands that can experience all that you are.
#ushijima thirst#hand kink#mae talks daddyjima#ushijima x reader#ushijima wakatoshi x reader#haikyuu smut#not sfw#mae.writing#mae.drabble#mae.thirsts
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toji x reader drabble // nsfw
a/n: i need to read more of the manga so this won’t be a *good* fic lmfao but i can’t get this mans out of my head ahhhhhhhh, anyway fem parts and pronouns, dacryphilia, size kink?, not proofread || reposted from sideblog (now deactivated) on 4/17/2021.
When Toji comes to see you, he means business.
You’re not sure where he’s returning from, and you don’t care because just the sight of him nonchalantly walking through your open front door, a smirk full of malice on his face and his hands behind his bed has your heart pick up speed.
Not just from surprise even it’s true that you haven’t seen him in a while, and not from relief either, he always returns to you, no matter what, but from the fact that your draw to him is immediate and physiologic, and you feel almost conditioned to respond a certain way to his presence.
You know it won’t take long for you to be wrapped around his cock; the only thing that changes are the exchanges of words that get you there.
“Toji?”
You’re not sure why you call out his name other than to acknowledge his presence but he draws closer anyway; desire seems to build inside him, inside you, with every step he takes.
His hand ghosts the curve of your waist, your hip, and then settles on your ass. He pulls you closer while his other hand trails the curve of your jaw before firmly gripping your chin and tilting it towards him.
“You get prettier every time I come back... Did you know I was coming?” For a moment, his look softens, even though his grip on you is firm and domineering, and you feel warmth grow on the apples of your cheeks.
You’re embarrassed, but you are his little one after all.
“I didn’t, but I missed you,” you reply, your voice smaller and higher than you intended. You hate that he brings this out of you, but he adores you most when you’re like this.
Sweet, cute, a precious thing that belongs to him.
“You missed me?” His smirk widens into a grin and he gives the part of your bottom he’s holding in his hand a rough squeeze. “What part of me did you miss, darling?”
You pout your lips at him.
“Everything.”
Pleased, he plants a kiss on your eyelashes and swiftly scoops you up so that your legs wrap around his midsection. Your arms reflexively wrap around his neck, and he kisses you again, pressing you against his body when he tilts your head back for intensity. The kiss is dizzying, especially with the arousal that rises within you the sloppier the kiss is, the more sighs and moans start to slip between the press of lips.
He halts, letting out a soft groan, and he lowers you ever so slightly against him just enough that you can feel the swell of his cock against his pants pressing against your pussy.
“Fuck, baby, look at how hard you make me...”
The nearest surface is a small dining table, just enough for four, and to your dismay, he clears it without any respect to your placemats or the books hiding in the corner, splaying you across like a dinner spread he cannot wait to indulge in. You’re too busy thinking about his cock inside you to notice, and again he stops, looking at you with hunger and desire as he stands in between your raised legs. From this vantage point, you can see the strain in his pants and the new gruffness in his voice as he deals with the fact that the blood is rushing away from his head to his other head as he grows impatient in measuring his lust.
“Are you going to take it off or do you want me to tear it off of you?”
“Do whatever you want, daddy,” you tease.
The statement is meant to be playful but you can tell he’s a little miffed by your cheeky response because he rips off your panties sharply enough to leave at least a few marks on your skin causing you to yelp, and in response to that he lifts up your legs just enough so that he can firmly slap your ass to draw a second cry out of your throat.
“Ah! Toji-”
Your protests die out once your attention to the sear in your skin is diverted by the heavy sensation of his penis breaching your entrance, thick and heavy as it parts your walls. You gasp as he settles a couple more inches, leans over to kiss your lips once more then wraps his fingers around your throat before pushing all the way in.
You moan and his fingers tighten until you can only eke out a soft cry.
There’s a glint in his eye when he sees your eyelids lower and your body bob in rhythm with his thrusts - breasts with hardened nipples bouncing haphazardly, the friction of the dining table skidding against the floor boards, your squeaks with every one of his ruts into you, the small amount of drool that collects in the corner of your mouth as he fucks you silly.
His grip relaxes intermittently so that he can lean in to swallow your cries with his lips and fuck you harder without risking asphyxiation.
“I-it’s so much... I can’t - ah - take it... I-”
You’re wailing and crying and creaming all over his cock now, and even if he slows ever so slightly because he loves his precious girl so much, his pace is still brutal.
“You’re doing a damn good job from what I can see,” he quips.
You’re a ragdoll, one he finally lifts off the table to hang haphazardly over his chest, now reduced to babbles with arms languidly draped around his neck, but he’s still pounding into you, standing now, grunts and groans now filling your ears. Your walls clench and milk him with every thrust and your muscles are no longer under your control; something inside of you snaps and you scream as you cream and squirt all over him, your orgasm hitting you so hard that you have a new burst of energy, all centered into clinging to him harder than you ever have in your life.
“Messy girl,” he teases, a proud smile unraveling on his face, and you are positively dripping; but he’s not done, the new slick only encourages him further. He continues to fuck you standing up, slapping your ass every few thrusts and you’re on the verge of sobbing because you’re close to being overstimulated and he’s just not. done. with. you.
Maybe if you’re good, he’ll give you a break before he decides to make you cum again; it’ll take a while till he’s satisfied, after all.
#toji x reader#toji fushiguro x reader#tojo fushiguro smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#not sfw#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#mae.writing#mae.drabble
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Hiyya there! How are you? We're getting close to 2021, let's hope it'll be a better year for us!
Anyway... Are you fine with writing smut?have you considered of writing Ushiwaka with lactation kink? 👀 HFT HFT IMAGINING CRADLING BIG, HANDSOME USHIWAKA ON MY CHEST IS JUST– *chef's kiss* 💦
Ushijima + lactation kink djflkajd;flajds;lfjasldfaj; (excuse me if I put a little breeding kink in there too, it be like that sometimes)
@xiao-yu-tan
TW: pregnancy mention, breastfeeding, nsfw
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Ushijima couldn’t help but stare.
Despite reassuring you that his feelings towards you would be unchanged regardless of what pregnancy and postpartum put your body through, Ushijima instead found himself more and more fascinated by your transformation every day.
While the magic of bringing your child into this world had expectedly made his love grow even more, something else that awakened inside -
It didn’t take long for him to realize that he couldn’t help the lust that stirred inside him now that you’d started breastfeeding; he could feel a rise every time he caught a glimpse of your now constantly swollen breasts, especially when they overflowed enough that they were painful, dripping messily through your good shirts and bras. In fact seeing those wet stains that you loudly pointed out in annoyance had most of his blood rushing to a particular spot between his legs, but you’d never know from his stoic expression.
He felt just a little bit ashamed, sporting lewd thoughts every time you prepared for a feeding.
But whenever he watched you wince ever so slightly as your baby latched securely before suckling hungrily and heard your soft sigh of relief fill the air, he couldn’t help but envision his lips around your tender nipples right after. It didn’t help that you’d put yourself on a tight schedule, and so his mind was dirty all throughout the day, like clockwork.
So today when you sat between his legs, resting your back against his broad chest and cradling your quieting infant, he could feel desire rise once again and tried his best to distract from his racing thoughts so that he wouldn’t grow hard enough that you could feel him press into the small of your back.
The quiet was rarely agonizing for someone like Ushijima but he could hear his heart start to pound as he sat patiently waiting for you to finish. Holding you close, he shifted just once uncomfortably to hide his erection, whispering a quiet apology when you turned to give him a soft, quizzical look from the sudden movement, a soft flush blooming on his cheeks that you missed in all your focus.
When your little one finally relaxed and dozed off to sleep in satisfied hunger, you broke from Ushijima’s embrace to put the infant to bed, but instead, your husband kissed the back of your neck softly and bid you to wait.
“I’ll take her to bed.”
Your Toshi was always so thoughtful, you thought as you scooted back against the headboard, fatigue of your own now setting in.
When he returned, again that very faint pink flush graced his features as he advanced towards you.
“Me next.”
Your eyes widened in surprise but he’d been holding back for so long, and so without further explanation, he leaned into you almost rapidly, taking a tender breast in his mouth.
He sucked sharply and the sensation made a shiver run through your spine, especially when his fingers dug gently into the flesh of the underside of your breast.
“T-toshi…,” you half-whispered, half-whimpered. You hadn’t realized how long it’d been since he’d last touched you in this way and you’d forgotten how much you craved it.
“You… taste sweet,” he murmured as he buried his face in your chest.
Smiling, you held your much larger baby close to you. “Do I, baby?”
“She’s lucky,” he murmured again, repositioning his body so that he lay comfortably besides you resting his cheek on your chest. His hands started to drift lower until they rested between your thighs, then traveled up to the space between, index finger now gently rubbing through your thin panties as he continued to suck whatever was left of your full breasts.
“You’re a good mother,” he added in a whisper, planting a kiss between your breasts now as his fingers maneuvered around the fabric before entering you.
You let out a soft groan and he kept moving deeper, kneading and sucking on your breasts as he sped up.
“You’re perfect… and these... these are perfect.”
Pressure started to mount within you as he kept working your core with his digits, still paying special attention to your breasts and peppering them with kisses that alternated between your lips and your chest.
As you continued to squirm under his attention and praises, you came to a peak when he whispered the following words:
“Let’s make another, you do such a good job.”
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summary: gojo provides comfort when least expected, a drabble
a/n: reposted from sideblog (now deactivated) on 4/17/2021.
When Gojo strolls into the house you couldn’t keep him out of even if you tried (not that you wanted to, really), he finds you in the dark.
You’re huddled in a mess of blankets, so heavy and thick that it’s hard to really perceive your form, but he’s aware that you’re there, if only because there is a small sniffle that escapes every so often as he walks closer, footsteps so light he might as well be walking on air.
When he makes his way around to the side of your bed, your sniffles grow a little louder, as though you intrinsically know that he’s arrived, even though you really don’t - you’re too consumed by the very act of crying and the incomplete catharsis it brings.
He doesn’t really know why you’re crying, and he’s been accused one too many times of lacking empathy, but regardless, he sits calmly on the edge and gazes at the quivering you below the blankets.
Uncovering your body is something done carefully, almost ceremoniously. You don’t bother to look up at him, to look back into pale eyes that peer semi-curiously at you. Instead, you remain limp and don’t bother to say a word. You hold your tears but a sob still sneaks out with a drawn out breath.
You’re embarrassed, but he’s surprisingly understanding.
“It’ll be alright.”
Gojo says this as he retrieve your languid hand from below the pillow that’s now soaked in your tears and squeezes it tightly. He even ventures to bring it up to his lips and kiss it softly.
It’s an action that should be lewd and playful, he was keen to make anything a joke, but it is oddly comforting in a time like this.
Kind.
It’s in rare moments like these that Gojo is no longer loud and brash like a crashing wave threatening to destroy everything in its path, but more like a calm stream, coursing through the forest and bringing solace to all that inhabit it.
It’s a rare moment indeed.
#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#jjk#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk angst#gojo satoru#mae.writing#mae.drabble
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worse than goodbye, kurapika x reader
tw angst
He whispers, “I love you,” and your breath catches.
It’s a split second only, where you’ve forgotten how to breathe, you’ve forgotten how or what to think, and all you know is how to stare, wide-eyed, as Kurapika brings your knuckles to his lips and kisses them softly.
You never thought you would hear him say it.
But you’ve always known that he loved you. You’ve always known, in some capacity, that the quiet days that you shared in between the relentless pursuit of revenge meant something more than a need for company and closeness with someone else.
You’ve always known.
But to hear him form these words that now carry between you, to hear it in the softness of his voice, is something else entirely.
And to gaze into his grey eyes, tinged with a hue of scarlet that betray his true internal state wells up emotion inside of you.
You should be happy, but you feel damned.
“I…,” you start, your voice halting into a sob.
Kurapika nods, then holds you close. He too has always known so he doesn’t need a response from you. He doesn’t need affirmation of your love beyond the warmth of your hands and the shivers in your skin.
But he needs you to know that he has always felt the same.
And this is the part that fills you with dread - the fact that when he lets go of your fingers and kisses your forehead before rising and making his way towards the door, it’s because you may never see him again.
He’s a man who lives on borrowed time, and thus your love is precarious.
It doesn’t make it any less real.
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musings on bf ushijima 1
He should still be asleep but as you wake yourself up with a scalding hot shower, you hear the bathroom door creak open slightly over the whine of the shower head.
When he pulls aside your shower curtain ever so slightly to peek at you, you can see the sleep still heavy in his eyes.
“Morning, love.” His voice is still deep and groggy and it’s your favorite thing to hear before the sun comes up.
You turn and smile at him.
“Morning,” you reply, angling gently under the stream to rid yourself of those stubborn soap suds on your neck. “Aren’t you supposed to be resting up for today?”
“I wanted to see you before you left,” he says. As you turn off the water, he leans in and presses a kiss to your wet forehead.
“Drive safely and text me when you arrive. I love you.”
The warmth in your cheeks doesn’t just come up from the fogged up room.
“I love you too.”
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musings on bf ushijima 2
Mornings can be rough, either too hurried or terribly under-stimulating depending on the mood of the workday. Today is the former, and everything seems to be going wrong before 10am.
Seeing your phone vibrate suddenly, facedown on the desk, only adds to your stress as you anticipate another fire to put out - at least until you see that it’s a message from Toshi (or rather Lovebutt 💕).
It’s a picture of a cute dog he’s come across on his morning jog and an encouraging message. It’s terribly adorable and puts a smile to your face.
I assume things got very hectic so I wanted to make sure you were safe. Don’t work too hard or it’ll make me and this puppy sad.
You realize you forgot to text as you’d promised.
Sorry, I’m awful 😭😭😭 , you text back.
He texts back immediately.
No, you’re perfect. I’ll see you tonight.
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Stay With Me - Miki Matsubara, Tendou x Reader
A/N: I’ve been soft listening to this song all morning lmfao
Warnings: you and Tendou have a kid
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“Can you promise me you’ll sleep in your own bed tonight like a big girl?” You murmured to the small four year old in your arms as you rocked back and forth with her on your bed, almost smothered with a multitude of small and large pillows, and fluffy white sheets.
She replied a confident, Oui maman!, before squirming out of your arms, running excitedly past her father whose crimson eyes followed her carefully to make sure she didn’t tumble, frilly nightgown and all.
“Night, daddy!” She called, a shock of red hair flowing behind her as she disappeared into the small bedroom just across the hall.
“Bonne nuit, mon petit chou~” Tendou called out, a smile on his face, before turning to you, arms crossed and leaning slightly on the door entrance.
“Should I bother tucking her in?” he asked, tentatively.
“If she’s not back here in the next five minutes,” you replied with a soft giggle. He grinned wider, now approaching and circling around to your side of the bed, where a small speaker blared 80s City Pop, the soft saccharine of Miki Matsubara bringing him to a loud hum which turned into song.
“For you~, yes my love for you~,” he crooned, reaching for your arms and gently pulling you out of bed despite your pleased but coy groans.
Despite your soft protests, you indulged him, unable to help but play along as he continued to quickly two-step with you, his arm hooked around your waist as the other interlaced with your fingers. His eyes closed as he attempted the high notes, spinning you dramatically for emphasis.
“What’s gotten into you?!” You half laughed, half yelped as he dipped you so low you almost felt lightheaded.
What he didn’t tell you was that seeing you caring for your young daughter as he’d made his way upstairs from the chocolaterie, comfortable and happy in this life he had built with you and for you, thousands of miles away from where he’d come from, had made him slightly emotional.
He felt greedy, to have this life, sweet as the treats he made day by day. Did he cherish you enough? Was he enough?
His desire for you didn’t need to be elaborated more, outside of the realm of this song, this dance, this moment with you.
“Stay with me~~!” He belted from the heart instead.
“Satori, I would never go anywhere,” you promised, and your words were like chocolate finer than he had ever encountered.
His lips pressed against yours. “And I’m the luckiest man in the world.”
The patter of scared footsteps now rushing back in your direction finally had Tendou stand you up, ending your moment of playfulness, and the two of you watched the little token of your love scurry back into the room, a frown on her face and a blanket tightly fisted in her left hand.
“Dad, you’re so noisy!” She whined.
As though this were her only concern, she climbed onto the edge of the king bed and firmly planted herself in the center.
“Good night!” She exclaimed, turning over and covering her face with the small blanket she had brought with her, prompting the two of you to exchange a knowing look, and jointly tuck her in.
#tendou x reader#tendou satori x reader#tendou satori#tendou#haikyuu x reader#mae.drabble#mae.writing#series: songscapes
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warnings: public sex, idk oikawa himself needs a warning, fem!reader
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“Candlelight only enhances your beauty, mi amor,” Tooru croons in a low tune as he leans across the table to play with your hair. You’re seated across from him at one of the finest restaurants in San Juan, and it’s your first night out since you’d come to join him in Argentina in time for Valentine’s Day weekend. The lovely woman waiting your table has just left, your orders in hand, and now you’re back to a brief moment of intimacy.
Oikawa’s fingers grazing the side of your face feel almost like soft currents of electricity, and you recall how much you’ve missed gentle touches like these, even if they often embarrass you when done in public (he gives PDA a whole new meaning after all). His eyes are like warm chocolate and his look is too seductive for a well-filled restaurant, a clear smirk on his pretty face. He has barely touched the toasted bread on the table, preferring to fill up on the way you fidget ever so slightly on your seat.
“Should we light candles the next time we fuck?”
You feel your stomach flip at how he both casually throws out the word and emphasizes it - it’s meant to get a rise out of you, and it’s working because you quickly glance at the table behind him to pick up on signs of eavesdropping. When you realize the other patrons have not been listening in, you hold in a small sigh of relief.
You smile sweetly at him, but he knows you’re a little annoyed when you say in a low tone,
“Behave baby, this is a nice restaurant, we wouldn’t want to disturb anyone else’s meal with the dirty talk.”
He grins.
“Can I help the fact that you look so sexy right now? I’m a man who knows how to appreciate the finer things in life, after all,” he replies coyly.
He’s teasing you, and while you miss him, oh God you’ve missed him, you don’t like this game. Especially when the hand that was caressing your face now disappears under the table and finds its way onto your knee.
You don’t gasp at the touch, instead narrowing your eyes at him.
“Baby,” you warn, as his hand settles. He raises an eyebrow, but rather than remove his hand, his leg finds its way between yours, parting your thighs cautiously, and he smiles even wider, flashing pristine pearly whites.
He is so perfect, and he is so annoying.
Your lips press into a thin line, but your heart is racing. While the fact that he’s now rubbing circles on your inner thigh is hidden by the elaborate drapery on the table, the very idea that he’s fondling you in a restaurant is both angering and exciting you. Especially as he seems to advance with his hands, but from above the table he looks completely sweet and innocent, his naughtiness only revealed by the subtle movements of his right shoulder.
You’re upset and not upset at all that you wore a dress today.
“We are in-” your words die in your throat, because he’s dared to go so far as to touch your panties, stroking once, and now he knows that you’re wet because his lips form an overly delighted ‘o’ and you’re ready to punch his face in, but you have to admit he feels so good.
When your legs part just slightly more of their own accord, he stops.
“But baby, we’re in public,” he repeats back at you, pouting, and you reach for his wrist, giving him a look that says, don’t you dare move.
And so he plays with your clothed pussy, clothed of course because you’re not animals, and wouldn’t undress you under the table, duh.
But two can play at this game, and you raise one leg, maneuvering carefully to find his crotch. His eyes widen as you locate the right spot and press ever so slightly.
“Babe…”
You press harder, and you can see him turn bright red once an unintentional moan slips out of his throat.
It’s your turn to grin, but when in revenge, his fingers snake his way under your panties, because maybe you are both a little bit like animals after all, you realize you’re playing a dangerous game.
You fold.
“I-I need to freshen up,” you whisper, your voice a paltry whisper and too breathy for a couple meant to be sitting and waiting for their entrees.
He nods, and of course follows, and in mere moments, you’ve gone from toying under the table to occupying a single bathroom and accepting his thrusts inside you, hoisted up the counter and leaning into him, scratching at his back as he stretches you out.
You’re losing track of time, consumed by the feeling of Oikawa servicing you, but technically it’s not a dine and dash if you’re coming right back, is it?
#oikawa x reader#oikawa tooru x reader#oikawa tooru#oikawa#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu smut#oikawa smut#not sfw#mae.writing#mae.drabble
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ukai jr x reader, crave
warnings: reader with fem parts, nsfw, smoking mention
“you said you’d quit smoking,” you pout.
the smell of tobacco, slightly sweet, is heavy in the fabric of the shirt your press your face against. it’s not exactly pleasant, but it’s not unpleasant, and the fingers Keishin has teasing their way in and out of the junction of your parted legs are too distracting for you anyway.
you let out a low whimper as you lean against him - from where you’re seated on the counter of his store, he has your thighs on either side of his midsection, and the way you are starting to seep arousal threatens to ruin his good apron.
you know he’d grumble about it later, but you’re too focused on the sound of his gruff voice as he pumps in and out of you
“so? it relaxes me, sorta like this,” he murmurs.
with that, he kisses your neck, punctuating each press of the lips with a soft bite, and his other hand pulls you even closer against him. your needy hands find a steady grip on his shoulders and you tilt your head back, now content to ride his upturned palm that slaps against your clit with every movement.
“fuck,” you whisper under your breath. you’re glad the store is locked for the night and the lights are dimmed, because the sight of you defiling such a public space, moaning and moving like you’re in heat while he’s serene and patient in his deliverance of pleasure is nothing short of pathetic.
“eager aren’t you, babe?” he teases. he’s added another finger to two, and you feel yourself being stretched, the warmth generated in your loins threatening only to make you hungrier.
maybe you’re the one with the intense craving...
“i want more,” you plead without missing a single beat as you roll against him.
he pats your pussy with a soft chuckle.
“who’s the addict now?”
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gojo is such a tease, gojo x reader (nsfw)
a/n: reposted from sideblog (now deactivated) on 4/17/2021.
he’s playful, adept with his fingers that are now walking up and down your body, from toes to knees to belly to nose
he plants soft kisses as he travels upwards to reach your lips; you shudder under his touch, but of course you can’t reach for him - your hands are tied above you
it’s not unlike the way you are wrapped for him, you love him so -
he’s used silk ties this time, but other times, it’s only a free hand that holds your wrists above you while his mouth catches yours in a kiss
you sigh, you’re deprived of the soft look in those pretty blue eyes that you know smile at you fondly, yet sparkle with mischief
unlike him, you are unable to see through the satin blindfold
but you can smell him
and you can taste him on your tongue
and oh god you can feel him
the dexterity of his hands, the arms, the expanse of his chest, the firmness of his thighs
the all-encompassing warmth that enters your core and fills you, blinding you so much more than the light piece of fabric covering your tearing eyes ever could
his thrusts inside you are languid, he fucks you lazily and effectively and your desperation mounts
you whine, you reach for him, your free legs wrap around his midsection to pull him, heavy with need back into you, and beg him to fuck you faster
but he continues to drag in and out of you slowly, his soft chuckle warm and titillating in your ear
‘patience, my love… i’m not going anywhere’
#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#not sfw#jujutsu kaisen smut#gojo smut#mae.drabble#mae.writing
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I feel like Ushi can cook.
It's Sunday morning and you catch him shirtless with grey sweatpants standing over the stove making you a full breakfast spread. Yes he's an athlete and eats clean majority of the time, but it's the weekend and he wants show you he cares by cooking for you.
Omg I bet he can.
He’s been super self sufficient between training camps and possibly living alone for most of his late adolescence to young adult years, so he’s always known a little bit more than the basics: how to poach en egg, make spaghetti, one or two good desserts.
He eats super clean like you said, but he knows breakfast is comfort for you so he goes beyond the functional meal and picks a bunch of things he’ll make, just so that you wake up to the smell of warm, generously topped pancakes among other hearty breakfast fixings.
He’s very good at following recipes and despite the fact that he’s willing to eat anything if he has to, he has discerning taste so he’s an excellent cook when he wants to be.
And of course he wants to be, for you, because he loves you and will do anything to show you he cares. Even if it’s something as simple as making sure you wake up on the weekend to a heaping plate to fill your belly.
Sometimes you catch him shirtless and your mouth waters not just because of the smell of bacon sizzling but because of how good he looks and how badly you wanna touch every inch of him the second he’s no longer focused on his task.
But other days, he wakes you up gently with a kiss on the forehead and on the knuckles, and you’re still groggy from sleep but he smiles as you rouse properly and a grin spreads on your face as the heavenly scent wafts from the kitchen to the bedroom.
“Toshi, did you make breakfast?” You ask, your heart melting as he caresses the palm of your hand.
He nods.
“Breakfast in bed for you, my love? Otherwise, the table’s ready,” he whispers.
#forgive me i wrote this on my phone snd i’m falling asleep#but i gotta talk about my boo#ushijima x reader#ushijima wakatoshi x reader#fluff#mae.drabble#mae.writing#mae.replies#wakatoshi ushijima x reader
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i saw that requests are open, so would it be possible for you to write about making out with suna? like that kinda make out where it goes nowhere but hands are roaming...
(sorry i’m really nervous making requests!)
Hi! I’m sorry that I didn’t get to this until now <333, don’t be nervous making requests, the worst that can happen is you get a no and there’s tons of people who would be willing instead!
warnings: above the belt fondling
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The first time Suna kisses you, you’re caught off guard.
It’s not just because in a voice barely higher than a whisper, he interrupts your late-night philosophical musings for just a moment, and asks:
“Would you be upset if I kissed you right now?”
You’re so stunned that you let out a laugh, because what an odd joke but heat rises to your cheeks, and you whisper back:
"Why would I be?”
You’re caught off guard even further, because he actually goes through with it.
And he’s actually moving to kiss you suddenly in the parking lot of a fast food joint you’d driven to at 1 am, reaching over to the passenger seat of his car to taste the salt of the French fries still on your tongue.
You’re surprised because he kisses you with more passion than you’ve ever seen him display the entire time you’ve known him. The way with which he engulfs you is almost comically inappropriate, filled with much more intensity than befits a junk food run between childhood friends.
When his fingers press onto your scalp, gently pressing you against him to increase the depth of his tongue in your mouth, your head is spinning. A million thoughts run through your mind:
Why now? What does this mean? How long has he felt this way?
But you hope he’s felt this desire for at least halfway as long as you have, because this kiss is magical - there’s both release and relief that pass between you as you explore each other’s mouths, that fill the compact car and escape out through the slightly cracked windows.
In contrast to the cool breeze of earlier, there’s only warmth you feel inside you - the warmth of Rintaro’s tongue, the fire now in the pit of your belly, his hands tugging patiently and politely at the hem of your sweatshirt.
“Can I?” He pulls back to whisper again, lips just barely off yours.
At any other time, your automatic response to any question he asks you is a cheeky ‘I don’t know, can you?’ but in this very moment in time, all you do is nod.
His eyes look sleepier than usual as they gaze upon you with a heavy affection, and you wonder if you’re imagining all of this, because the notion of a sudden confession of love from your favorite person, under the moonlight seems like something more appropriate for dreams.
But this is real - real because you are so, so warm and the air is cold and he is warm and you have shivers from his touch, and because your arms are around his neck and you wish the space wasn’t so confined, because there are so many things you want to do to him and him to you.
But the moment in time ends, and Suna pulls back, not without a palm gently caressing the side of your face.
“We... we should get back since you have stuff to do in the morning.”
He’s right. You have a full day of work that lies ahead when you wake up.
But yet you’re pretty sure all you will be thinking about is tonight.
#suna x reader#suna rintaro x reader#suna rintarou x reader#suna rintarou#haikyuu x reader#mae.writing#mae.drabble
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52 w Sakusa !!
Pinch someone’s butt:
Your Omi’s arrival home always followed a particular routine.
The door unlocked by card key and creaked open gently with the push of his elbow, and he usually peered inside for your location first before tearing off his surgical mask and transferring from outside shoes to inside slippers at the entrance.
If he was lucky and you were already seated at the couch, or called out to him from some other part of your shared apartment, he traveled to you first, keeping his hands in his pockets while he pressed his lips to your forehead or wherever he could reach on your skin without contaminating you with the filth of the outside world.
“You’re back, Omi,” you replied softly; warmth seemed to spring from you, starting from where his lips touched.
His gaze was soft as he nodded, but you could tell he was just a little tense from the day from the hunch in his broad shoulders as he turned around. He would talk once he showered, you figured as you watched him head straight to the bathroom.
Another way you could tell that today had probably been a particularly hard day for him was from how long the shower ran.
The high whistle of a scalding hot shower escaped from the bathroom door left slightly ajar, and by the time he had been in there for almost an hour, you were beginning to worry about the likelihood he would pass out from lightheadedness (on top of not wanting your Omi to hurt himself, you weren’t exactly sure if you’d be strong enough to carry him out).
“Omi?” You stood outside of the bathroom door, a drop of worry consuming you.
“I’ll be out in a minute, love,” he called from inside, reassuring you that he wasn’t in the worst of moods.
What he didn’t expect was you braving the steam pouring out of the room instead, shimmying out of your clothes before you pulled back the curtain to join him.
“Babe, can’t you wait-”
He was interrupted with a small cry of surprise - whatthefuck - as you pinched his butt sharply with a teasing giggle, making him stumble forward under the shower. He gasped as he steadied himself and turned around to shoot you a dirty look, but the scalding jets had now targeted you instead, no longer blocked by his large body, and you let out your own shriek.
“Fuck, Omi, it’s so hot in here, why are you cooking yourself?!”
Watching you pressed into the tile wall, looking nothing short of a tiny, drenched cat trying desperately to avoid water, he couldn’t help but let out a laugh instead of snapping at you as he had intended. Instead, Sakusa turned the dial to a humanly tolerable temperature before giving you another entertained look.
“What’s funny, Kiyoomi?!”
He laughed louder now, pulling you towards him and back under the now less oppressive stream. The water was still warm, or maybe it was from the way he now held your face in his hands, looking at you with a deep affection.
“Serves you right,” he whispered, before leaning down to capture your lips again in a wet kiss.
Water, now at a comfortable temperature, continued to pour over the two of you, as you sucked and nipped at each other’s mouths. Your fingers teased through his clumped curls as you leaned into him, and soon he was pressing you back against the tile, his mouth breaking the kiss to whisper,
“How did you know I needed this?”
“I didn’t, but I’m glad it’s happening,” you whispered back, still breathless from the kiss.
He smirked, gently lifting one of your legs to set it on the edge of the bathtub for support as he bent down to kiss softly in between, letting his tongue twirl around your clit just enough times that it drew a moan out of your throat.
Satisfied with the way he was making you sound, he replaced his tongue with one, then two fingers, pumping slowly as he nibbled on your neck.
“Does that feel good?” He asked. You nodded, soft affirmative sounds springing forward from you.
“Good, making you feel good will make this day better,” he replied.
This wasn’t part of the routine, but you loved it all the same. All it took was quick thinking, in a pinch, to change his mood.
#sakusa x reader#sakusa kiyoomi x reader#kiyoomi sakusa x reader#sakusa#kiyoomi sakusa#ask game: dirty jenga#sakusa kiyoomi smut#not sfw#mae.writing#mae.drabble#mae.thirsts#haikyuu smut
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