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set me free | sam wilson
summary: it is said that your skin will regenerate itself approximately every 27 days. although, that may be true... it's been two years. why doesn't it feel like it?
pairing(s): sam wilson x teen!black!reader [ minor natasha romanoff x teen!black!reader as well ]
warning(s): talks of sexual assault, panic attack
genre: angst, hurt/comfort
words: 2,278
authors note: IF THE TOPIC OF SEXUAL ASSAULT IS TRIGGERING PLEASE DO NOT READ!!! the parts that are in italics are flashbacks to reader's nightmare. the flashback doesn't go into detail of the reader's SA, only Sam comforting them about the nightmare. this is a vent fic is based on my experience as a SA survivor. i use writing as a way of coping and stuff. it's free therapy. i've been sitting on this fic for over a year debating on if i wanted to post it and finally finished it. the ending is kinda rushed tho.
Two years ago, you died. Well, not physically. You were still breathing and everything. But that was when your innocence had retired. You never told anyone when it first happened. You were too scared of the consequences. And, by the time you hadn't, it seemed too late to speak up, in your opinion. There was nothing anyone could do now. He already ruined you. So, you just let it be.
Eventually, you learned from Sam and Natasha that your uncle was arrested for multiple charges of sexual assault. You were immediately overwhelmed with tears at the announcement, for you finally felt free. You began to laugh as well. The pair were quite confused as they watched you laugh and cry. A weight lifted off your shoulders that day as you finally could admit what he did to you. Sam suggested speaking up, but you were still very fearful of even being in the same room as him. It didn't matter that you'd be protected during the trials; the thought of it made you sick.
You still get nightmares from time to time. Sometimes, they were manageable. Other times, they were not. Last night, it seemed like luck was not on your side. You didn't get much sleep due to how bad this one was.
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It felt too real as if he was watching in the shadows of your room. FRIDAY alerted Sam due to the spike in your vitals. You'd awakened in a state of panic. You sat in a pool of sweat as your heart pounded in your head.
Sam busted through the door in a frenzy. He hadn't noticed his mistake until you frantically hurried out of bed toward the widow bites on the desk. You trembled in the corner of the room as you pointed the weapon toward him. Sam lifted his hands as he attempted to persuade you to put the weapon down. "It's okay. You aren't there anymore. You're safe," he assured. "You can drop it. It's okay." He stayed in that spot, repeating those phrases until you lowered the weapon.
Finally, the widow bites hit the ground. You drop down along with it. Slowly, Sam takes a couple of steps toward you. Knowing you were still startled, he squatted down to your level to make himself less of a threat. He kept some distance between you, instructing FRIDAY to turn on the lights. "You're safe. I'm here. It's okay." You quivered in fear. Although you saw Sam before you, you only heard your uncle's voice -- the monster who took advantage of you. Your mind was playing tricks on you. "Breathe with me, yeah? Ready? One, two, three, four…." You obeyed his instructions.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
Soon enough, your breathing went back to normal. Your sobs shift to hiccups and periodic sniffling. Sam waited for you to settle more before questioning, "Is it okay if I move closer?" He didn't want to set you off again.
You nod.
"Are you sure?"
You swallowed. "Yes," you whispered with a croaky voice.
Carefully, Sam scoots to sit beside you. He makes a point of keeping some space between you. You sit in silence for a while. He wants you to take control of the situation. He doesn't want you to feel pressured to talk. You recognized the silent act and appreciated him dearly.
"I… I thought I saw him." You glanced up at Sam; your voice was low, shaky. You pointed to the corner adjacent to you. "H-He was right there." Sam doesn't speak. He held out his hand as a silent invitation of reassurance. His eyes and the expression on his face held sympathy. You clutch his hand like your lifeline.
"He can't reach you anymore." Those five words caused a loud sob to escape. Sam pulled you onto his lap and nestled you as you let it all out. He couldn't prevent the tears from falling. Sam hated that this happened to you. No one deserves to feel manipulated and violated.
"God, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
You sat there for who knows how long. Waves of grief and pain danced throughout the room as both of you cried. Sam grieved with you as you wept over the loss of who you once were. Truthfully, he felt responsible for what happened to you. The man wished that he was there to protect you that night.
He hadn't noticed that you'd fallen asleep until he heard the sound of soft snores. Guessing that you wouldn't want to sleep in your bedroom for the rest of the night, Sam slowly maneuvered himself to carry you to his room instead. Sam spotted your teddy bear in his peripheral vision as he approached the door and grabbed it before walking down the corridors. Thankfully, he didn't have to worry about waking anyone else in the Compound because only You, Sam, and Natasha lived on this floor. As far as Sam knew, Natasha was still visiting her sister, Yelena, in Ohio.
Once he settled you in his bed, Sam made himself a makeshift bed on the floor at the end of the bed. Sam knew you'd end up scolding him in the morning for doing so, but he didn't care. He checked his phone for the time and noticed a message.
Message from Nat:
Hey. Friday alerted me that [Name] had a nightmare again. My flight isn't for another hour, but I'll be there before she wakes up. I know you've got them, so I'm not too worried. Update me tomorrow :)
Delivered at 2:35 a.m.
I finally got her back to bed. This one seemed much worse. I'll tell you more in the morning. Have a safe flight, Nat
Delivered at 3:56 a.m.
Sam checked up on you again before allowing himself to fall back asleep. "Sweet dreams, [Name]."
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As you wake up, the scent of lavender and pine trees greets you. From beneath you, you can hear Sam snoring. Usually, you'd scold him for the potential back pain he'd experience later. But you were too exhausted today to do so. Despite your body's protests, your brain determines you are better off continuing your education. Some of you believe that connecting with friends will lift your mood. So you try not to wake up Sam and sneak back to your room to prepare for the day.
You were better off staying at home.
The school hours are a blur. You lack self-control. You are not present mentally. You've detached yourself from everything. You were tired of your peers and those who didn't know you well. You wrote your exhaustion off as pulling an all nighter, which wasn’t too much of a lie in your eyes. That was your explanation when confronted with your unusual behavior. Most people bought it. It took more sway from Peter, Ned, and Michelle. They stopped bothering you after you assured them you were okay, though you still occasionally felt some concern. When the day is done, you are overwhelmed by the amount of skin you would brush up against while walking through the hallways to your next destination. You're quick to pack your belongings and rush out of the building. You don't bother to say goodbye to your friends.
A black Corvette Stingray awaits you just outside the school's main entrance. "Hey, Solnishko," Natasha says as you enter the car. When you questioned Natasha one day during your training session, she explained that it meant "little sun." She described you as having a bright and fiery essence, similar to the sun. And you became her little sun from then on. However, her little sun isn't shining as bright as usual today.
The term endearment makes you smile but doesn't reach your eyes. Natasha doesn't comment on your gloomy disposition.
"Hi," you reply. "How was your trip?" The upbeat tone you desire does not come through. As Natasha drives away, you concentrate on the blurry scenery outside the window. You cringe internally at your lack of enthusiasm. Even though small talk is the last thing you want to do right now, you last saw Natasha a while ago. You were missing her presence.
"It was great. Later, I'll fill you in on everything." Only a murmur is returned, so the redhead ends the conversation there. The only sound on the return trip home is the radio playing at a low volume.
Natasha knows that you're not yourself. Your body language reeks of detachment. She doesn't take offense to the lack of expression you offer her. Sam gave her the run-down of last night's events once you left for school. She sees herself in you, and it pains her. The same drained look in her eyes after the memory of the past that Natasha pleaded to any god who would listen to escape. She knows how it feels to have her body controlled in such a terrible way - Innocence that was snatched away without any consent. It upset her terribly, but the most she can do is comfort you in any way she can.
Once you enter the Compound, she guides you to her room, knowing that you usually find solace in her bed compared to your own. "Do you want to talk about it?" You still stand at the edge of her bed, arms crossed against your chest as comfort. She sits with her back against the headboard, waiting for you to make a move yourself. She waits patiently for you as you ponder whether you want to relive the nightmare again. You crawl over to the opposite side of the bed and lie so your head rests in her lap. "You know, I was talking with Bruce the other day, and he told me our skin regenerates itself every 27 days," you say as she caresses your cheek. "It's been two years, Tasha; why can I still feel him?" Your voice cracks as the tears you've been fighting away resurface.
Natasha's throat runs dry at your words. She wants nothing more than to harm the man that hurt you. Of course, there isn't a time limit when it comes to healing from trauma, but she hates that this still affects you so profoundly to this day. "I don't know, Solnishko," she whispers. She's at a loss for words. She knows nothing she says will immediately take away the pain you experience. "I'm sorry I can't take the grief away, sweetheart. If I could, I'd do it in a heartbeat."
"I know. But your presence is enough for me." You bask in each other's comfort for a while. "Is Sam still home?"
"Yeah, did you want to see him?" she asks, and you nod in response.
"Okay. Hey Friday?" she calls to the Artificial Intelligence. "Can you tell Sam to come to my room, please?"
"Of course, Ms. Romanoff," the AI replies after a beat.
After a few minutes, a knock sounds at her door. Granting the man entrance, Natasha gestures to the teen in her lap, who has their eyes closed. "Hi, honey," Sam greets them as he nears the edge of the bed. Slightly opening your eyes at the sound of his voice, you grin. "Hi, Sammy," you whisper.
"How are you feeling now?" He asks you. Observing your face, he can see signs of exhaustion in your eyes.
"Very drained," you admit. "But a little better now that both of you are here." As much as you love everyone on the team and have a strong connection with them, you've always been more connected to Sam and Natasha for some reason. And the two of them love you like their own. They both smile softly at that.
"How about we all take a nap, yeah? And then we can go out for dinner later?" Natasha suggests, looking at Sam for his thoughts on the suggestion.
He nods. "Sounds good to me. Is that okay with you?" He asks you for confirmation.
You nod in agreement. With a yawn from you, you all situate yourselves on Natasha's bed. Sam and Natasha lay on opposite ends, with you in the middle. They wait until your breath evens out before speaking quietly. "I might call the school tomorrow to excuse her. She needs a day for herself." Sam tells the redhead.
"Yeah, she needs it. Maybe we could plan an outing with the team for her." She kisses your forehead, brushing your braids out of your face. "Or just with us, depending on how she's feeling in the morning."
Sam nods at the idea and closes his eyes; Natasha follows suit. And for a while, it's quiet until he says, "You know, you'd make an incredible mother, Nat." The statement causes Natasha to open her eyes again and look at Sam. He knows the subject of motherhood is a touchy one, given her background, but he can't help but admit it. He honestly does believe his friend would be the best parent. "Thank you. You know, you wouldn't make too bad of a father yourself, Wilson. You already have the terrible dad jokes downpacked," she says with a light chuckle.
He sucks his teeth. "They not that bad."
She smirked lazily as the jet lag from the mission caught up to her. "Everyone else begs to differ."
"You think they'll be okay?" Sam asks as he stares at the sleeping teen between them.
"They always do. They have us in their corner to guide them," she reminds him, and he nods in agreement. If you were anything like either of them, you wouldn't let this throw you off track forever. You always bounce back from whatever obstacles life throws at you. With that, they fall asleep with a heaviness in their hearts for you, but they know you'll be alright.
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Lost_ USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI
FIA'S NOTE_ this piece is my contribution to @misss-chrisss’s getaway collab (thank you for having me <3) Yes I’m soo fucking late, and i’m sorryyyy but i just got back from being shadowbanned and being drop kicked in the face by college 😐 But yeah, I hope y'all enjoy this passionate, heated session with big Ushi baby on a summer night in Cancun (it must be niiiceee😭)
WARNINGS_ MDNI, USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI x fem!reader, reader is black coded, but anyone can read, AU where reader is a food blogger and Ushijima is a restaurant owner and a fanboy, alcohol consumption (nobody gets drunk tho), smut, implied protected sex (see? be like them), nipple play, oral sex (fem receiving), implied multiple rounds, Ushi is nor a dom nor a sub, just a man who wants to fuck you and has a bit of an oral fixation
W_C_3.4 k words
A beach house on the seashore, sticky, sandy skin, a swaying palm tree. A perfectly browned crème brulée. A delicately seasoned lobster. A slew of intricate cocktails. Your week in Cancun was proving to be nothing short of your expectations. Fun, a bit reckless, definitely free.
Everything was being documented on your Instagram page. Stories upon stories of your whereabouts, outfits, friends, and, obviously, food. After all, that’s what the majority of your followers were there for. Also the spectacular beach shots and the exclusive parties were appreciated; it all played into the rich life fantasy that was always beneficial to portray.
You’re known, you’re popular. Definitely not a Hollywood actress or a sold-out-concert superstar, but notable enough in your niche, in the realm of food blogging. Your food pictures have definitely clogged Pinterest at some point in time and a few restaurants have surely benefited from your reviews, your blog posts aesthetic, yes, yet concise and accurate.
So it’s not exactly a surprise when food magazines ask of you, a stimulating interview coming out of your collaboration. Or when a publishing company wants to have you advise future readers on the best eating spots in some European capital. Or also when a restaurant invites you personally to taste their cuisine, much like now.
The pretty invite stays projected on the screen as your eyes scan the pixelated words. It’s three am, but the muted ping of your phone was a temptation too big to resist. It’s an email from your manager forwarding you the message from the establishment, a popular one, it seems. You briefly imagine her excited tone behind the numerous exclamation points that accompany the few words of introduction.
You shouldn’t be doing this. Cancun is your vacation destination. Where to relax, unwind and rejuvenate. And yet, here you are, chewing on your bottom lip in contemplation. But then your eyes set on the final line of the invite; your brow arches in surprise. Dinner with the restaurant owner?
It’s not your preferred way to go about things, really. You’d much rather get to know the restaurant in its most organic form, how it usually is. You’re aware of the preferential, VIP treatment you get when you’re recognized, using the surrounding tables’ situation as a true gauge of customer service. But when, out of curiosity, you search your host, you don’t really care anymore.
It’s a bit embarrassing to fall for looks when it comes to rational decisions like these, but the striking beauty of the man before you is undeniable. Maybe it's the aloof aura that surrounds him, heavily set in the straight line of his lips. Or the wide shoulders that seem to struggle with the space inside his tailored shirts and blazers.
But when he’s there, right in front of you, looking down at you with a small, curt smile, arm outstretched in invitation, you get it. It’s everything, to be honest. He moves with confidence, not of the arrogant genre, but more of the matter-of-fact type: things need to be done this way, so he does them like that, no doubt in his mind.
He’s a strict man, you can tell. He walks with a stiff stride, a bit too statuesque to be spontaneous. He pulls out your chair with a smooth movement though, silently helping you, to then sit down in his own chair. And when he looks up at you, finally, you might add, citrine eyes shine under the lamp that hovers over your table. He looks oddly comforting, much more innocuous than his straight expression might suggest.
He’s much more awkward than what you pictured him to be, odd silences sometimes slipping into the conversation and settling for a few beats before a shy word of his comments on the food you’re about to eat. That’s when he glows, you realize.
He’s in his element, all discomfort gone from his expressionless face. He describes to you each and every ingredient, almost weaving intricate and picturesque explanations. Just almost, though. He falls short when he catches himself getting too carried away in the shiny glaze of the caramelized side greens. He’s quick to gain the sliver of composure lost, falling back into his routinely simplicity and straightforwardness.
He, to your surprise, looks at you with almost childlike curiosity as he raises his eyes once again, and the prettiest smile is set on your glossy lips. He can’t tell, but it’s most definitely the first genuine one of the night. It’s laced with an odd mix of amusement and endearment with a faint dash of hazy, wine-induced attraction. He doesn’t see all of that, the fact that you are actually before him has just sunk in; his mind is elsewhere.
Ushijima Wakatoshi has known you for some time. He’s never been one to care about food bloggers and critics, tending to have a very negative opinion of them, their arrogance and unthankfulness often slapping him across the face. So when he reads your interview in one of the top food magazines, he’s pleasantly surprised by your demeanor. Humble, down to earth, mature, likable. It’s a breath of fresh air, really.
And that’s where it starts. Binge reading your blog posts, that is. Poised but straight to the point. Never unnecessarily rude or harsh. Analytical but not complex. It’s almost enlightening, he gleans.
He subscribes to your newsletter, ready for each and every update, virtually following you across the globe as you taste and record your travels. He finds it really interesting how you seem to bleed beautifully into your writing; it’s almost like reading a diary at times. And Tendo finds it downright hilarious to repeatedly catch his workaholic boss swiping on his phone, tall man tucked in a secluded corner. And every time he passes by him and throws a glance, he’s, obviously at this point, on your website, brows tense in deep focus.
Ushijima Wakatoshi calls it pure and simple admiration. He respects your work, and finds your rise very inspirational. You struggled and worked to be where you are, just like he did. You have something in common, that’s why he likes, no, thinks highly of you.
It definitely has nothing to do with the way his eyes always fall on your dainty hands as you gesticulate in that one TikTok of yours. Or the apples of your cheeks that almost seem to explode when you laugh at a funny anecdote in your Vanity Fair interview on Youtube. Or the gentle curve of your waist that flows down into your hip in the dress you walked in with. Ushijima is a man who simply admires you, nothing more.
He just, for whatever reason, wants to keep it under wraps. So it’s convenient - or providential, if you will - when one of his employees approaches him with your instagram profile open on his phone. His eyes twinkle at the realization that someone he knows is aware of your name; it makes him oddly proud of you. But he doesn’t say anything, he just observes Goshiki babble and ramble about your work and your fame, as if his boss weren’t already aware of such basic information. Yes, basic. At least that’s what Ushijima, a dedicated fan of yours, thinks.
But he doesn’t bat an eye at the little, useless introduction he’s given; he maintains his stoic façade. He may slip when he’s told that you’re staying in Cancun for the week. And at the suggestion of inviting you over he gives his sturdy approval, one that Goshiki interprets as simple determination, not excited, hopeful, impatient expectation. It’s Tendo who sees right through his friend, grinning bemusedly at the almost feverish planning of his boss.
Ushijima sits down and plans a personalized menu for you, jogging his memory regarding your culinary likes and dislikes. He directs the little rearrangement of his restaurant, wanting to set the scene to something private and intimate, a little warm haven limited to the two of you, regardless of the sea of tables that will surround you. He even supervises the formatting of the virtual invite you’re sent, insisting to use one font over the other. It’s more appealing, he explains, even if, in reality, it’s the same one over on your blog, your favorite, he recalls.
First impressions matter, that’s what he says when he’s asked why such sudden changes take place. And even if his employees believe him, Tendo giggles behind his back.
He outrightly laughs when his friend flatly complains on the phone. Cufflinks are too formal, but a tie would be uncomfortable when eating. This is Ushijima’s debate, a silly one in Satori’s mind. But it’s a dilemma, a big one. One that has his shoulders droop and his forehead crease; one that has his hand scratch his chin and his mind race.
Their friendship is strong, with a deep understanding lining the bond, so when he’s given the advice to just be himself, Wakatoshi’s heart knows it’s sincere. On that evening, he approaches his restaurant with an odd sense of peace, the usual self confidence brimming from every step. He talks to his staff and encourages them, words succinct yet truthful. That’s their boss’ personality, and they appreciate the effort.
Everything seems to go to plan until he’s caught zoning out. Often. His eyes set on the way you grab hold onto your camera lens, almost maniacally adjusting focus and exposure. You’re a perfectionist, and he appreciates that, maybe a bit too much. So when you look up and ask him the ins and outs of the dish before you, he has no answer, torn out his little fantasy and pulled back on earth.
You take it all in stride, smiling warmly and repeating the question. You’re so gentle and polite that he finds himself feeling warm with juvenile embarrassment when answering you. He finds the whole exchange mortifying, you find the light blush on his cheeks adorable.
He thinks he can brush off his little blunder, but then Ushijima hyperfixates on the concentration in your eyes, unwavering and deep. It shines on your face, settles in your stance, anchors you to the ground. It’s mesmerizing, the entirety of you is. He lets his gaze drop, pupils rolling off the slope of your shoulders, down to the swell of your calves, until he slips deeper and deeper into his mind.
And over dinner, when you’re sitting opposite him, he gets distracted by the littlest things you do. He listens to you, even if he’s completely enraptured by the delicate twist and pull of your lips when you ask him to pour you some wine; or how your head tilts back to down the alcohol; or the slow, almost sensual, flutter of your lashes as you savor the distinct flavor. He’s lost in you.
And after many sincere compliments and a myriad of thanks, lingering touches dance along your waist as he takes you outside; he’s grown tired of just looking at you. A whiff of your perfume wafts into his nostrils, and he hates to admit that it stirs something deep within. But the nail in the coffin is probably the view of your ass swaying in the fabric that falls over your thighs. He has to get into action.
So when you gush about the beautiful view of the dark ocean, the gentle breeze chills him down his spine as opportunity peeks on the horizon. It’s quicker than a heartbeat, than the bat of an eye, and an offer tumbles out of his mouth, unrelenting underneath the sparkling stars.
You turn around, voice stuck in your throat, and a heat rises up your skin. It crawls from your neck to your face, from your belly to in between your thighs. He’s serious, oddly more than before. The look in his eyes is heady, deep and brazen. He’s probably never wanted anything more. Your lips part, and your answer spills from in between, shaky like the plume of a flame, but searing like its core.
And maybe the view from his place is much better indeed, but you don't have the chance to appreciate it, at least not while his hands hold onto your face and his lips press against yours.
It’s all so rushed: the clatter of his keys jamming into the lock; the way his leather shoes try to avoid your strappy heels as you kiss your way to the bedroom; the soft puffs of the pillows being thrown off the bed to make space for you.
He’s much more careful with your body. His hands dance along your sides, now resting on your waist, then going up to caress your back. And he never breaks the kiss, dragging you into a wonderfully consuming apnoea, a lack of breath that almost tingles, one that flows through you as pure desire.
And when he parts from you, lips glossy and flushed, he smiles at you, panting, breathing in your mouth, as you do with him. It’s as if oxygen weren’t an option, forgotten in the addicting dance your bodies are initiating, a rhythm that has you only needing each other.
Yes, because when he has you sit up to unzip your dress, all he wants is the warmth of your skin, so he kisses the crook of your neck lovingly, taking his time with each peck. Absolutely, because when he slips the thin straps off your shoulders, all he needs is to feel you in his hands, so he drags his palm along your sternum as the flesh of your breasts spills from his fingers. Without a doubt, because when your panties come off and a thin, crystalline web of your arousal breaks, he dies to have a taste of you, to bury himself in between your thighs. So he fulfills his wishes.
It’s astonishing how a man of such limited, direct speech can be so gentle and shy with his tongue. He suckles on your clit carefully, molding his lips against your folds with a feather touch. Even the wet noises are so subdued, drowned by your whines that ask him to put more pressure into his licks. And luckily for you he listens, large, large hands grabbing on the flesh of your hips to get you even closer, to feast on you properly.
The same hands seem uncharacteristically clumsy when they unbutton his shirt, excessive haste eating at his usual nonchalance, having nimble fingers fumble with fabric, losing their usual dexterity. Yours lay on his in silent reassurance, and it’s with silent surrender that he lets you strip him, faces getting close again as you uncover the body that had teased your mind in the last few days.
He sighs when you quickly brush over his nipples. He groans when you trail your fingertip along the valley of his chest, to the plane of his abs, down into his happy trail. He gasps when you unbuckle his belt, the cold metal briefly pressing against his skin. He moans when you reach into his pants to wrap your hand around him. He doesn’t know what makes his knees tremble more: the feeling of you stroking him or the eye contact you hold with him, heated and unfaltering.
It’s not something that worries him too much though, not when he pushes you softly into the bed, the cloudy comforter framing your parted thighs. You smirk at his impatience, because it mirrors yours. It drips thickly from his skin, it permeates the air.
Soon enough the same air gets coursed through and through by the noises you two make. Moans and whines, groans and grunts, the rustling of the sheets and the slaps that echo when you become one. He quickly drapes over you, lapping at your pulse softly, before he descends. He detaches from you, hovering over your heated skin with equally warm puffs from his mouth. His breath snakes into your pores and settles under your skin, making you shiver and sink, lower and lower into yourself. You feel mad.
All you can do is feel. Feel the head of his cock kiss your sweet spot deep inside you. Feel the dull ache that builds low in your belly. Feel his strong hands roam and grab, squeeze all they can.
He rests your thighs against his body, calves light on his shoulders, laxed ankles dangling over his back. And there he lays a kiss, so silky and intimate that your heart clenches at the act. His fingers skim up your leg loosely, tickling the sensitive skin, making him smirk at you squirming. He ‘s taking his time; he has so many things to do to you.
And even when used condoms litter the floor at the edge of the bed he’s still lost in you, slowly grinding into you, body slumping over yours, consumed by ecstasy, consumed by you. He molds you against the mattress with his weight, broad chest pressed against your shoulder. Your head falls in the pillow to then rise after a few seconds, just to admire the way he licks his lips as he takes in the way your asscheek claps in this position.
His gaze grows dark when his wild eyes rest on your collar bones, bitten and moistened by rough, growly kisses. But then the smallest of whines slips from you and his attention is on your face, lost and turned almost delirious from the driven rock of your bodies. In this state, eye contact is too much for you; and when golden green irises turn black, you turn away, hoping for the peace of the sea to calm you down.
Dark, thick waves hit the sandy shore like his hips, heavy and persistent. They roll against you, charged by the winds of unspoken words and concealed longing; they approach you with ever increasing force to then lull when he pulls away from you, just to do it all over again.
He’s strayed away, finding himself drowning in the way your body bounces at his thrusts, the moonlight casting the prettiest of shadows on your skin. He never grows tired of you trembling against him, the face of pleasure dismissing any trace of control from your limbs. He’s addicted to your swollen lips, the ones that moan his name, encouraging him to give you his all.
In the wantonness of his high, in the disregard of the moment, he calls out to you, a husky and deep grunt spoken against your mouth, spilled on your tongue, swallowed down your throat. Your arms fly around his neck while he releases his tension in thick, white spurts, and in the wake of a final orgasmic shiver, your warm hand smooths down his spine.
The hazy, distant sound of the ocean acts as white noise as you both regain composure, panting breaths getting lost in the salty breeze that flows through his linen curtains. His chest heaves in the dim room, sweaty skin catching the light of the now-on lamp next to the bed.
You chuckle when he lazily discards the third or fourth soiled condom to the ground with a loud huff. And when he asks you what’s so funny, you laugh at the puzzled look on his face; he looks so serious. He’s back to his normal self again.
But then he scoots closer, pulling your sticky body into his, and as his muscular arm lays comfortably in the curve of your waist, your head sits peacefully on his chest. He presses a kiss on your forehead; it’s probably a silent ‘thank you’, one he doesn’t find the courage or the strength to say, one that you’d love to reciprocate with a spoken declaration. But in this particular case, it’s not needed.
You both bask in your afterglow, each one aware of that fizzling excitement that you both have to let go in favor of harsh reality. So you make the most of the moment, whispered conversations filling the little space between the two of you, hushed giggles laughed into the pillows.
Buried in sheets that need to be changed and heaps of rumpled clothing you understand each other, you find one the other. He’s lost in you, you’re lost in him. Both lost together.
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sUMMARY ▶ After an incident Konro teaches you how to cook
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You felt sick to your stomach after visiting with some of the Asakusa women as they discussed the kinds of food they prepare for their husbands and wives. You felt OK when they showed you pictures of the dishes they had prepared, but when they asked, you became nervous.
You never entered the kitchen to prepare food; rather, you did so because Konro would prepare everything.
“Hey y/n, show us some of your creations.” They all smile as they all glance at you.
“I just try my best, and Konro loves it, but I don't have any photos, I mean.”
"What is his preferred cuisine? If you made it, we would be thrilled to taste it."
You try to recall the discussions you and Konro had in the past over his favorite cuisine while you bite down on your lips.
“Soda noodles, I mean soba noodles!" You smile while keeping your anxiety hidden.
"Oh, that's one of my wife's favorites. Do you sprinkle yours with sesame seeds? My wife has a similar fondness for hers."
"Sesame? Like the flower seeds?"
They all give you puzzled looks. Simultaneously, Konro approaches from behind you.
“Sorry ladies, my wife is always looking for the right opportunity to joke.” He gives them a smile before turning to face you.
"Are you all set to return home? I cooked a new dish, and I hope you like it."
"Aw, Konro also prepares meals? Quite the romantic." The group of women sway over Konro while blushing.
Konro is confused as he glances between them and at you, and as you rest your hand against his chest, you take all the glory.
"Yeah, Konro occasionally cooks, and surprisingly, he does a great job. With this one, I must have hit the jackpot."
As he spoke in your ear, Konro lowered his head. "It would be a shame if they find out the truth."
He smiles and leans back up. "Why don't all of you drop by our house tomorrow? I'm confident my wife's culinary abilities will amaze you."
The sound of his words caused your stomach to drop. They all agreed before you could even say a word.
"Meeting you all was nice," Konro waved as he left with you holding hands.
"I know I shouldn't have lied, but at the very least, you should have stood up for me! Now I need to cook!"
"But it's easy, I promise."
"What if I perform my wifely responsibilities? Give you head tonight, shall we say."
Your mouth was quickly covered by Konro. "Last time it worked, but this time I mean it."
The following morning, Konro awakened you early. “If you want to learn a few things, we need to get going right away.”
Konro helped you out of the bed, both Konro and you washed off together.
"There's nothing like a hot shower to lift your spirits." You smile as you head for the door, you don't get far as waka walks in, pulling you back inside.
"I bribed waka with his favorite food since I thought you would try something,"
“Make sure she doesn't cook it.” He sits down while keeping an eye on the two of you.
Up until Konro started giving you instructions, you started to feel bored.
If I knew Konro sounded this hot when demanding me I would have been in the kitchen sooner.
After a few self-inflicted cuts, you began to get the hang of it, and then you had to cut the green onions. You tried to look over your shoulder at Konro after he surprised you by pressing his body against yours, but he turned your head to look down.
"You must keep an eye on the green onions when cutting." With each cut, his body pressed deeper into you, and you could feel the warmth of his body on yours. He directs you with the knife while placing his hands over yours.
"Green onions are optional, but I always prefer to have it with my soba noodles."
Just being in that moment with him you could sense his passion for cooking, which made him even more attractive.
You could have married anyone, so why did you choose me?
"I fell in love with you, didn't I."
“Still, I should be able to cook because I can sometimes tell when you're tired.”
"Is it because of yesterday? Y/n you don't have to know how to cook to keep me, I rather see you enjoy my food, is that so hard to believe?
You turn around in his arms, his eyes lowered to your lips.
"And it's time I leave, call me when my plate is done." waka head out, not wanting to feel uncomfortable.
You stared at him with lust in your eyes. He smiles while he continued to cut the onions.
Being with Konro always kept you level headed.
You had no reason to doubt his love for you just because of yesterday. After collecting yourself for a few minutes you turn back around.
"I got it from here, you can start on waka's dish." He nod in response.
Throughout the day you shared a few laughs and kisses with Konro, once you both were done the kitchen was a mess.
"Don't worry about the kitchen, our guest should be arriving soon." You both hurried and place the dishes out on the table, changing into different clothes before you welcome them in.
"Wow this spread looks really good." They all hurried in to sit. They were close to drooling from the soba noodles' potent aroma.
You don't dig in first, you wait until your guest tries a few bites.
"Oh my! this is really good! Even better than my dish. I can now see why Konro is in love with you, your an amazing cook."
"Heh...thank you." You smile at her response, rubbing your hand back and forth against your pant under the table.
"My wife is a good cook, but that's not why I married her. She has many qualities, but I love her for who she is and who she is going to become."
As he spoke you felt his thumb rub back and forth against your hand under the table.
"I wish my husband was like Konro, all he does is work and when he comes home he eats his food and burps." Everyone started to laugh around the table.
When Konro was serious, he appeared to be quite seductive as you watched him entertain your guest.
Oh he's getting pussy tonight. You thought to yourself as you join back into the conversation.
You and Konro are left to finish cleaning up after your visitor leaves after a brief exchange.
"I had a good time, and it was lovely to see you smile honestly for a change."
"I'm always smiling."
"True, but I could tell something is always bothering you. Plus when you smile you always show your teeth."
Konro pinches your cheeks as he plants a kiss on your forehead.
You playfully push him away. "Don't get sappy on me, we have to clean." You look away as you said it, not wanting him to see you blushing.
"Y/n?" he called out.
"Yeah?" You look up at him.
"I love you." He said, keeping his eyes on you.
As a result of his comment, your heart began to beat more loudly in your chest. While you make a huge deal out of it, Konro carried on cleaning as if nothing had occurred.
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❝ [𝐌𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐱 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫] ❞
【𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔(𝓈)】: Adam/ Aniosuke himself although he’s mentioned only briefly, talk of Kaoru getting sold off, briefly edited and, possibly bad grammar.
【𝒜/𝒩】: Another piece done!🥺😍 I changed some things up, and I hope y’all like it! Reader is gender neutral and black/mixed coded, but anyone can read honestly!
╰┈➤ Like most mer creatures the Aquatic Rescue brought, Kaoru was feisty.
╰┈➤ The team found Kaoru in the hands of Shindo Aniosuke, malnourished and frightened. Aniosuke had planned to sell Kaoru off to the highest bidder, but thankfully that was stopped just in time and Aniosuke went to jail. (Bitch ass-)
╰┈➤ Kaoru fought every chance he got when he arrived, refusing anyone to touch him. It got dangerous to the point he had to be sedated.
╰┈➤ When you got assigned to take care of him you were thrilled, always happy to take care of your patients.
╰┈➤Kaoru on the other hand… Fussy. Upsety.
╰┈➤ He’s petty asf so he didn’t speak to you much in the beginning, or just spoke in short sentences. Hell, you probably got splashed too.
╰┈➤ Kaoru also was hardheaded as fuck and would camp in the water, so sometimes there had to be a whole ordeal about getting him out to check up on him.
╰┈➤ Kaoru also REFUSED to let anyone go near his seal companion, Carla. Mf was ready to be on someone’s obituary.
╰┈➤ But luckily it doesn’t last long! It takes a lot of patience, but the end result is sweet as you gain his trust (and soon you fuckin’ soo🤪).
╰┈➤ You get to learn about him as a person, learning his likes, dislikes, his family and friends… You can tell he misses them very much and it makes you more determined to help him.
╰┈➤ You enjoy all the stories he shares, especially all the nonsense he got up to with his childhood bestie, Kojiro.
╰┈➤ Cherry enjoys your care and it made his heart swoon when you helped him deal with anxiety besides relying on Carla all the time.
╰┈➤ Now, this man is canonically clingy, so imagine how he’ll act when you’re late or busy with another person. Fussy. Fussy as hell.
The second you arrive into Kaoru’s designated area you’re greeted with the pink mermaid sitting on his sunning rock, fair and lightly scaled arms crossed over his chest, a frown over his pretty face.
“And where were you? You said you’d be here at 12!”
“Sorry, Kaoru, but I got held up by another mer that I’m also taking care of.”
At your words he frowns harder and turns a bit. “I thought you were strictly taking care of me…,” he pouts.
You snort softly, rolling your eyes as you come closer. “Sorry, Blossom, but you gotta share.”
“Hmph!”
╰┈➤ Kaoru really enjoys when you pamper him a bit. Like combing his hair, trimming his claws, or helping him pick out his old scales, he gets real soft.
╰┈➤ Once completely warmed up to you he’ll get playful with you, so expect him to pull you into the water and or get splashed at. But he won’t do it often and or if you tell him not to, he doesn’t want to ruin your hair (especially if you tell him you just got it do or it took a long time to do).
╰┈➤ Cherry eventually starts gifting you things he finds in the ocean once he’s allowed to branch out from his area. He’ll gift you pristine sand dollars, colorful shells, probably some lost jewelry, and anything else of value. This is of course when the feeling kicks/ed in.
╰┈➤ To show his love for you, he makes your a pearl necklace and the middle pearl is a beautiful black pearl. He wanted an all black pearl necklace but finding those were rare, so he’s just glad to have just one.
╰┈➤ Once he’s able to leave the rescue center, Cherry comes to your place often while also roaming the ocean again. (I imagine you have like a beach hut house(?) and like there’s a way where Kaoru can pop into the house cause there’s like a hole in the living room.)
╰┈➤ Sometimes it sucks that you two can’t do other things together (like walk around town or the beach, go to a restaurant together, etc), but you still love and cherish him and feel lucky he came into your life.
╰┈➤ I’m positive you met his family and friends, and where you sweating bullets? Up to you, lmao 🤣. But they all love you and Kojiro teased Kaoru endlessly.
╰┈➤ Oh! Y’all definitely have kissed underwater a bunch because we love soft shit🥰.
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Hiiii, i just wanted to say you have been on the roll with writing so much lately. I can’t wait to read everything you put out 🫶🏾 and I was wondering what happened to the black writers account you had made before?
thank you and i deleted it, it was a bit stressful trying to juggle my writing account and that one. so i deleted it, but people still can use the ofblckwriters tag if they like. i honestly think it would have been better to make it a side blog instead of a brand new blog
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mechanic draken 🫣
with: draken x gn!reader
genre: short hcs
content: forehead kisses from lovesick ken >///<
note: first work of mine in the @ofblckwriters network (which you should definitely check out btw) <3
he works when he wants to. not like he’s forced to go to work or anything. he has other ways of making money. he only goes when you text him whenever you need something. he’ll even pitch in a little favor for you. half off just because you’re so pretty. he doesn’t mind showing off a little bit when you’re watching him.
he works with the stick of a cherry flavored lollipop peeking from between his lips. his grease stained coveralls are pulled down halfway, leaving the particularly attractive upper half of his body with nothing but a white tank top and his favorite gold chain. he knows what you think of him. he wants you to keep thinking of him that way.
mechanic draken who borrows your cute decorative hair clips when you forget them at the garage. he smiles when you giggle and tell him how cute he looks. he takes them out of his own hair and carefully clips them back into yours, giving your a forehead a little peck. “get home before it gets dark, sweetheart.”
mechanic draken, 27 years old, 6’1, clutching his chest when you wave goodbye with that big smile on your face. he gives you his usually ‘be safe out there’ quip before he closes up. what he’d give to see that smile every day.
freddie is typing…
ahh is this stupid?? maybe.
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Pefect Ratio Pt 1
Pairing: Nanami X Black Female OC
P2
Nanami was captivated from the start. When it was announced that a new sensei would be arriving to Jujutsu High’s Tokyo facility, he was assigned to act as an overseer to make sure they adjusted accordingly. Truth be told, he was also meant to act as a spy. To make sure this person was who they thought them to be. But this was confidential information.
He was a bit surprised when Principal Yaga and Gojo asked him to do this but he understood. One of their students was a vessel to a thousand-year-old cursed spirit, and Gojo’s best friend who was previously presumed dead, made a sudden appearance out of the blue. Stakes were high, and they needed all the help they could get. Still, they had to be cautious of who they let close.
Her name was Desiree Winters. Her profile stated that she was a highly skilled Grade 1 sorcerer transferring from overseas. Similar to Nanami’s 7:3 technique, she also had a ratio technique referred to as 6:4. It worked similar to Nanami’s, dividing a target’s body into ten lines creating a weak spot at a certain ratio point. Her ratio was 6:4.
Instead of slashing, her technique allowed her to convert her cursed energy into electricity. Basically, frying the weak point once she hits it, doing a great deal of lethal damage. She could use her electricity directly by channeling it through her hands or through her blade or she could use it indirectly by shooting it from a distance. The latter was ideal for long range combat.
Nanami became more and more intrigued as he read more about Desiree. He was also interested to see another ratio technique in action. She had a history of corporate work between high school and college but seemed to focus primarily on jujutsu after graduation. Her superiors and peers had nothing but praise for her on their records, so for now she seemed to be in the clear.
He stared at the passport photo attached to her file, running his large thumb across it. She was gorgeous. Thick black coils formed a fluffy cloud around her head and face. Her high plump cheeks and soft almond eyes were striking. And only further accentuated by her deep cinnamon brown skin.
Nanami was usually about business. When it came to business and pleasure, he never believed in mixing the two. Until he saw her picture. Something about her was calling to him. Urging him to cross lines he swore he’d never cross. In the days leading to her arrival, she remained glued to his mind.
When Desiree finally arrived in Tokyo, Nanami was in awe. Her photo could not have prepared him to see her natural beauty in the flesh. The beam of her smile rivaled the sweltering sun that day. Her outfit was simple and business casual. She sported a black mock neck tank top with a mid-length black skirt to match. Both form fitting.
The outfit was topped off with a pair of black red bottom heels and a leopard print belt wrapped around her curvy waist. Nanami appreciated her simple but sleek style. Especially her belt which matched his signature tie. Even though he hadn’t met her yet, he somehow felt like she added the little detail just for him. The thought of it caused a low groan to escape his lips before he could catch himself.
“You ok Nanamin?” asked Yuji who Nanami hadn’t noticed on the side of him.
“Ahem yes Itadori-kun I’m alright”. He said quickly regaining his composure.
Yuji, oblivious as usual, followed Nanami’s gaze over to the group of students surrounding the newcomer. He could also see principal Yaga and Gojo had joined them
“The new sensei looks so cool! I can feel a crazy amount of energy coming from her too!” Yuji cheerily exclaimed.
Nanami looked back over at the new sensei who was trying to make her way through the welcoming group. He did sense a great deal of energy around the same time she arrived. He could tell she earned the title of Grade 1.
Turning his attention back to Yuji he replied, “Yes, I’m sure she’ll adjust just fine. Why don’t we go over and introduce ourselves Itadori-kun?”
The two made their way over to the front where the group was gathered around her. Desiree turned her head to get a look at the two new people approaching the group. Her glossy brown eyes immediately zeroed in on the slender blonde man striding in her direction.
“Damn he’s fine” she commented internally, hoping her expression didn’t make her sentiment obvious. Gojo had shown her a picture of Nanami and had spoken highly of him when waking her though the process of her transfer. She took an immediate liking to him. Somehow feeling his warm and reserved aura through the photo.
Desiree didn’t believe in getting involved with coworkers and peers. Things always seemed to get messy once the honeymoon phase wore off. But she’d make an exception for him if he was feeling her. And she was going to make sure she got his attention. She even wore one of her favorite belts today to complement his style after learning from Gojo that leopard print was a favorite of Nanami’s. Little did Nanami know, his intuition about the little detail was spot on.
When Nanami and Yuji joined the group Gojo was the first butt in.
“Ah Desiree, this is the guy I was telling you about. Meet Nanami Kento, the ex-salaryman jujutsu sorcerer”!
Desiree giggled at Gojo’s natural goofiness while Nanami clenched his jaw in annoyance.
‘Please don’t call me that” he shot dryly. He didn’t need Gojo messing up her first impression of him. Although her giggle made his heart flutter a bit.
“Nanami Kento nice to finally meet you. I’m Desiree” she expressed sweetly stretching out her hand. Nanami was surprised by how fluent her Japanese was.
Nanami firmly grasped her soft hand, which seemed so small in his huge one. “Likewise. I look forward to working with you”.
He looked dead into her eyes and slowly pulled his hand from her grasp. The gesture was slight and unnoticed by the group who was still pretty lively. But it was definitely noticed by Desiree who was now throbbing in between her thighs. “Why do I get turned on by the slightest things?” she groaned internally.
Feeling a little embarrassed she shot him a shy smile and immediately lowered her gaze. Nanami was pleased, knowing good and well he was applying pressure.
Thankfully for Desiree, Yuji cut in. “Hello Desiree sensei! My name is Yuji Itadori and I like girls like Megan Thee Stallion! He exclaimed with a sharp bow causing her and Gojo to burst into laughter. Nobara and Megumi sighed unsurprised by Yuji’s randomness.
“Well, Itadori-kun, I see you have taste. I think we’ll get along great. Nice to meet you” Desiree chuckled.
Principal Yaga cut in, “Well I think we’ve bothered Desiree enough. She’s had a long flight and I’m sure she like to get out of this heat and rest. Plus, Gojo and I have a matter to attend to. Nanami you can take it from here”.
The students cheerily bid farewell to the new sensei while Gojo and principal Yaga went off to handle business. Nanami looked at the luggage sitting on the ground and began to gather it up.
“Oh, you didn’t have to get all of them I could have carried something” Desiree said waving her hands. But Nanami had already started to stride towards the building.
“It’s no issue. Come, I’ll show you around and give you a brief rundown of things. Normally one of the faculty would shadow you for the first few weeks but with so much going on you’ve been assigned to me” He reassured over his shoulder.
“Oh, ok well thank you very much Mr. Nanami” she said trying to keep up with his long strides.
He turned his head and locked eyes with her again. “Call me Kento. And of course, I’ll take good care of you”.
His look sent shockwaves through her making her feel like a teenager again. She could only nod her head as confirmation. Nanami told himself that he would try to be as professional as possible for as long as possible.
But when saw the beauty walking beside him all his inhibitions vanished. Unbeknownst to him at the time, Desiree was feeling the same. He couldn’t recall ever feeling this way about a woman. And it felt too good to repress. Although it was very soon, in his mind she was already his.
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The Stars Write Back
"Love of my life, don't leave me."
— love of my life • queen
pairing: sam wilson x starr viriano (black!oc)
genre: angst
word count: 264
His eyes glossed over with silver tears. Pouring rain seeped against his damp skin and dripped down onto his neck. It was a warm summer night, but Sam had never felt so cold.
It wrapped around his bones and froze his blood into slush in his veins. The absence of someone was more frozen than any weather change.
He could still see her eyes in his mind—as navy as the starry sky and as devastatingly beautiful as his cracking heart.
Her last words had been an “I love you.” Spoken through him instead of to him, but he’d taken them for himself anyway.
A sob tore through his lips at the loneliness of the loss; the sheer tragedy of having a part of himself fade away before he could indeed find the words to express how deeply she could thread herself into his reality.
Because to anyone else, she was a simple collection of words—a spill of black ink, a vessel to a writer’s fingertips, one last page left turned. But to Sam, at that moment, she was everything.
She was Sam's warmth—the temporary tape to his broken smiles and the laughter filling his sagging lungs. She was the hand that reached into the hole around him, pulling him out quickly without thinking of herself.
She’d saved Sam from himself and his empty, chaotic mind. And yet, here he was, standing in the rain alone with nothing but a silver chain in his grasp. Because, in the end, he had to love her all alone.
And that was the coldest truth of it all.
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picture brat tamer nanami who fucks you infront a mirror and overstimulates you because you’ve been begging and whining for him all day to give you an ounce of attention, and he did…so now you’re on your fourth orgasm and can’t feel your pussy🫠😖
wowww one can only wish😩
LIX. Nanami taking control is just…whewww. I like to think he’d still be loving while punishing you as well 😩 Lemme sit down a second 🪑🏃🏾♀️💨
Warnings → MDNI, NANAMI KENTO x fem!reader, brat tamer!Nanami, pleasure dom!Nanami, implied overstimuation, mirror sex, possessive language, pet names (love, babygirl), implied unprotected sex, praise kink, biting just one small one, Nanami puts you back in your place, somewhat lovingly hehe
W/c → 500+ words
A single drop of sweat falls down the thin bridge of his nose, the only testimony of his exertion. Yes, his body’s covered with a light sheen, but his muscles keep bulging and relaxing, stretching and exerting power with no hitch. He’s not fatigued. It’s a game for him, how easily you let go of your little attitude flare. It’s amusing. It really is.
A thick ring of cream goes around the base of his cock, white fluid moistening his happy trail. The wet, lewd taps of his balls against your clit have you grinding against him, overwhelmed by the feeling yet hungry for more. You’ve been going for hours, yet you can’t find it in you to have enough of him.
It doesn’t make sense, but your brain turned to mush some time ago, having you babble nonsense into the thick duvet that surrounds your head. Your eyes roll back when Nanami nudges against your sweet spot, a shiver running down your curved spine. He sees this, and as much as he enjoys the way you clench down on him, he recalls giving you specific instruction.
“Uh-uh, love. Stay with me.” His voice is leveled, deep, mellow. It’s in direct contrast with the uncoordinated mewls that rip from your mouth. He looks glorious in the mirror before you, toned body lurching forward to slam against you, unkempt blonde thrilling before his forehead. It’s maddening how good he is at this, how well he fucks you and how he does it so effortlessly.
You do your best to follow his directions, eyes blinking aimlessly and unfocused on the bleary image before you. He knows you’re giving it your best, he appreciates it. So he folds over you, pace not faltering, until his mouth meets your upper back. His lips skim across your skin, moving down all the way from your nape to your mid back. The kisses are lingering, searing, needy.
“Didn’t like what you did today, my love.” and he sucks on your skin, gently scolding you. His large hands sink deeper into the flesh of your hips now that he moves you against him, a thick vein bulging on his bicep in your joint reflection.
“Had me distracted during an important meeting,” This time his suck is more vigorous, his teeth grazing the sensitive patch of skin. He briefly remembers the increasingly explicit messages you sent him throughout the day. His dick jumps and his blood stirs.
“Needed me that bad, babygirl? Wanted me to fuck you?” He growls after his little bite has you squirming in his arms. “Wanted me to fuck this little pussy? My little pussy?”
You’re too lost to reply with a coherent sentence. All that you can muster is a slow nod. It’s enough for him, he’s starting to finally slip as well. Your cunt’s squelching around him, rivaling your random bursts in volume. He glances at the mirror and the soft, doughy meat of your ass ripples and squishes against his narrow hips. And your eyes cross and uncross, bouncing from one corner to the other, with your mouth moving silently, drool pooling under your cheek.
You’re a sight to behold, one that goes straight to his head.
“Good. Then cum on my cock. Show me how much of a good girl you are. My good girl, yes?”
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Warnings: 18+ content, smut, teasing, dirty talk, fingering, orgasm control/denial, edging, nipple play, oral(m–>f), spanking, blood, major character death, weapons (knife and gun), gunplay, pet names (princess, sweetheart, love)
Pairing: Mafia Boss!Rengoku Kyoujuro x Assassin Fem!reader
Word count: 4k
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As usual Kyoujuro was bored. He sat on his throne-like chair listening to his Generals, Shinazugawa Sanemi and Iguro Obanai, argue over who’s turf the other infiltrated on. He was ready to pull his hair out at just having to listen to them. Finally having enough of their senseless drivel, Kyoujuro stood from his seat, his katana in his hands.
Without a word, he appeared in between the two generals, knocking them both to the ground before pinning Sanemi under the heel of his black Testoni shoe while pointing the sharp tip of his blade at Obanai’s throat.
“If I have to listen to you two go on about some useless turf war between our family, I will kill you both, understand?'' His voice dripped with venom as veins throbbed on his forehead as he glared at them.
When it looked like Sanemi was going to argue, Kyoujuro pressed his heel deeper into the silver-haired man’s windpipe. “I said, do you understand, Shinazugawa?”
Sanemi wheezed from the pressure on his neck. “Sorry, sir. It won’t happen again.” he coughed out, his liliac eyes going wild from the lack of oxygen to his lungs. A whoosh of air filled him when his boss suddenly removed his foot from his throat, allowing him to breathe again. Sanemi quietly went back to his seat and remained quiet for the duration of the meeting. He glared at anyone who stared at him or the dark purple bruise that was spreading down his neck.
Kyoujuro then turned to Obanai who was staring wide-eyed at the tip of his katana. He used the sharp blade to nudge the man’s face to meet with his eyes. “Understand, Iguro?” His words were almost as sharp as his katana, and they nearly paralyzed the shorter man.
Obanai nodded his head as he readjusted the white mask he wore over his lips. “Yes, sir. Understood.” He let out a breath he did not know he was holding with the Boss’ face quickly morphed back into his normal pleasant smile as he sheathed his sword.
“Good.” The blond announced as he went back to his in his gold-ladened chair. He crossed his legs, placing his foot on his knee. He looked at his generals with a sharp gaze. “As you know, Muzan is trying to take my life again, but just like the last time, the attempt failed.” He said, giving Tengen a pointed glare when the larger man looked like he was going to speak out of turn. “I am not worried about my life, but I do want to double the security of my mother and younger brother.”
“And your father?” Tomioka Giyuu asked.
Kyoujuro arched his brow. “What about him? Father can take care of himself. He has his own elite bodyguards. I doubt the assassin could penetrate through them.”
-0-0-0
I cursed silently as I eyed the numerous guards surrounding Rengoku Shinjurou. The former boss was a very careful man and always had his defenses up. Even when he was sloppy drunk, it would seem as if his senses were still on high alert. I wiped the sweat collected on my forehead , watching as the older man walked to the luxurious limousine.
I tried to come up with a better plan than to use my rifle to take out the former boss. I needed to kill at least one Rengoku to show Muzan my progress. Judging by the current circumstances,i t would seem that I would have to use a sniper rifle if I wanted to kill the father. It wasn’t that bad of a shot, but I hated resorting to guns. They were unnecessarily messy and loud. I hated how they split too much blood compared to a knife or poison. But nothing came to my mind.
Sighing, I stood up from my lookout perch, dusting off my black leotard and slipped my poison darts back into the pouch attached to my belt. I’d have to go back to my base and get my rifle and return later tonight to finish off the job. I grabbed the red trench coat and black fedora I wore to conceal my identity as I hurriedly made my way to the exit. I did not want to be spotted on top of the roof by one of Shinjurou’s guards.
I let out a groan when my cell went off with a notification, knowing that it was Muzan asking for a status report. Digging the burner cell out of my coat pocket, I glanced down at the screen and read the message my employer sent me.
“Did I hire the wrong person? First you failed to kill the older brother and now you’re delaying on killing the rest of the family. Do I need to send Akaza to assist?”
I quickly sent back my reply. “I’ll have Rengoku Shinjurou’s head delivered to you on a silver platter by tomorrow. Do not send that pink-haired basketball faced freak anywhere near my targets.” I put the cell back into my pocket, biting my lip.
Muzan was not happy with my progress and I was supposed to be a top assassin, yet I let one of my targets not only get away, but seduced me out of my clothing and between my thighs. My core still throbbed uncomfortably whenever I thought about what Rengoku Kyoujuro did to me.
Ignoring the pulsing between my thighs, I opened the door that would take me to the ladder that would lead me to the floor below. After I had climbed down, I peeked my head out of the door to make sure it was clear. I walked out of the stairwell and made my way into the building.
Pushing my shades up over my eyes, I walked down the long corridor tha led to the elevator. I thought about if I could ever get the former Mafia boss alone to utilize my poison, I really did not want to rely on my sniper rifle. My mind was too occupied to notice the small crowd of men approaching me until I had bumped into a solid chest.
“Oh, excuse me.” I said, keeping my head lowered.
“It’s okay.”
The voice made my eyes widened as a low curse was on the tip of my tongue. That voice belonged to Rengoku Kyoujuro! My loins began to ache and throb with the memory of his touch and how he denied me of an orgasm. I needed to get away from him! Now!
Lowering my head even further, I moved around him in a hurried pace. “Excuse me.” I said as I walked down the corridor and away from my main target. My heels clicked loudly as I hurried to the elevator. I pressed the button to go down to the first floor rapidly as if that would make the damned thing move any faster.
I let out a sigh of relief when the light flashed with the number of the floor I was on. 25th. Just as I was about to get inside the door, a black gloved hand covered my mouth as the cold steel of a gun pressed against the small of my back.
-0-0-0
Kyoujuro blinked in confusion at the small woman who had left in such a hurry. What was a woman doing on his private office floor? He was about to brush it off as she must have gotten lost when something about her seemed familiar. Kyoujuro wondered if she was a call girl that he had recently slept with, but the last woman he had teased was... A smile curled at his lips. “It’s tha assassin.”
Remembering his little bet with her, he quickly went into his office to grab something before going back down the corridor. Kyoujurou followed the sound of her heels clicking on the floor until she reached the elevator. He eyed the red trench coat that covered her body and the fedora hat she wore to conceal her features even more. The dark lens of her shades hid her eyes; If he hadn’t heard her sweet voice, Kyoujuro probably would’ve let her slip past him.
He waited around the corners, watching as she rapidly pressed the elevator’s button up to the top floor. Judging by the way he was looking at her, it would seem that he was practically stripping her with his eyes while watching her tap her heel against the floor, impatiently waiting for the elevator.
Kyoujuro pulled his gun out of the holster when the elevator reached the top floor. Before she could walk inside, he quickly grabbed her, wrapping his hand around her mouth as he pushed his gun against her spine. The blond smiled as he leaned over her to whisper in her ear. “Looks like I’ve caught you this time, Angel?”
My body went rigid at the sound of his voice in my ear. Fuck! When did he realize it was me? I thought about the schematics of the building I was in, trying to remember just where I was. My eyes widened when I realized that I was on his private office floor. ‘How could I make such an idiotic mistake!’ I cursed myself mentally.
I looked at him over my shoulder, heightening the pitch of my voice slightly to try to fool him. “Wh-what?” I cried out, slightly muffled by his gloved hand. “I...I’m sorry. I got lost and ended up on this floor.” I bit back a gasp when he suddenly uncovers my lips and yanks my fedora off my head, my hair falling to frame my face.
“Nice try, princess.” He smiled, pushing her inside the elevator and letting the doors close behind them. “But I’d recognize your cute voice anywhere.” Kyoujuro purred as he turned her round to pull her shades off of her beautiful eyes. “There's that pretty face. Did you miss me?”
I scoffed at his words, my hands inching closer to the poisoned darts in the pouch strapped to my utility belt. “Of course I did. You got away without letting me have your fucking head on a silver platter.”
Kyoujuro chuckled as he slid his gun down her belly until the cold steel pressed snugly against her crotch. “I was talking to her.” He purred, rubbing the tip of the gun against her clothed clit, smirking a bit when she gasped. “Oh, what’s this?” Kyoujuro pulled open her trench coat to reveal the black leotard she was wearing paired with her thigh high heels black boots. “Is this for me?” He smirked, pressing the gun deeper into her cunt.
“Hell no.” I bit my lip to stop the sudden moan from leaving my throat. I clenched my legs closed to keep the cold metal of the barrel from moving any closer to me. I cursed my treacherous body for heating up at his words.
My core ached with the reminder that I still haven't found release since his teasing the other day. I moved to stomp on his foot, but he was faster than me and quickly shoved his knee between my thighs, prying them apart.
He smirked at her little attempt to get away from him as he bit down on the index finger of his glove and pulled it off with his teeth. Once the leather was removed from his hand, he touched her face, cupping her war cheek in the palm of his hand. “I could snap your neck, y’know.” Kyoujuro’s breath fanned against her face, the sweet scent of the tobacco of the cigar he had smoked earlier flooding her senses.
His hand went to squeeze at her delicate neck to show that he was telling the truth. “But instead I’m offering you the choice of falling in love with me.” The Mafia boss trailed his fingers up to her pouty lips. “I didn’t forget your silly little rules either.”
Kyoujuro sent her a smirk as he used his gloved finger to slip the thin little strip of fabric that hid her heat from him to the side as he shoved his two of his other fingers past her supple lips. “Be a good girl and suck for me. I wanna imagine it's my cock those pretty lips are wrapped around.”
I shivered when his fingers pressed down on my tongue as his gloved fingers circled my clit. I could feel my defenses fall as I slowly succumbed to his hot touches. My body craved the release he denied me last time. I whimpered around his fingers when the cold metal of his gun pressed against my thighs.
Kyoujuro leaned in and sucked his dark marks that had begun to fade along her neck back into her flesh. He trailed his kisses down to her chest and removed his fingers from her mouth, wanting to hear those pretty moans he knew she had. With his fingers still glistening from he saliva, the Mafia leader tugged at the sides of her body suit until her breasts were exposed.
My strength seemed to disappear whenever this man touched me. I would lose all ability to fight back, becoming a puddle in his arms. I gasped when he pulled the sides of my leotard to the center of my chest to free my breasts. Biting my lip to stop the moan from escaping when his hot tongue flicked over one of my nipples.
I cry out his name when I felt the cold steel of his gun rub against my inner thighs, trying to spread them. “W-what are you?” I pressed my head back against the cool wall of the elevator when his tongue swirled over my nipple before he tugged at it with his teeth. “Ah~ fuck!”
“Have you fallen for me yet? You gonna let me fuck you now, pretty little assassin?” Kyoujuro whispers in her ear after releasing her nipple with a wet, lewd ‘POP’. He looked into her eyes, smirking at the way her pupils were blown out and her chest heaving from the pleasure he was giving her.
A grin spread over his lips when she shook her head, denying his claim. “Well then, if I can’t fuck you with my cock...” Kyoujuro trailed off, using the tip of his gun to move that thin strip of fabric that hid her pussy to the side. “I’ll just fuck you with this.”
My eyes widened when I felt the cold metal of the gun press against my slit. “W-wait!” I grabbed his wrist, trying to stop him, but my mouth dropped open in a moan as it brushed over my clit. “Kyoujuro...” I gasped out, my other hand gripping his shoulder. A shocked moan left me when the slowly began to ease into my dripping hole. “Fuck...”
Kyoujuro grabbed her leg and lifted it to wrap around his waist as he pushed the tip of his gun into her tight little opening. He grabbed her chin so that he could watch every expression that crossed her face. Licking his lips as he pushed the barrel in a few more centimeters, making her gasp and cling to his shirt. “Gonna let me kiss those pretty lips of yours now, princess?”
I was stunned and dazed by the gun pressed so snuggly inside my cunt that I barely registered his words? “Wh-what? No. I..fuck, please, no more. I can’t take it. It’s too big.” I whined, hoping that he would pull it out.
“This gun is nowhere near as big as me, sweetheart.” He slid the gun out before pushing it back in deeper, making her back arch away from the elevator wall. “If you can’t take it then I’ll need to stretch you out nice and proper.” Kyoujuro set a steady pace as he fucked her with his gun, pushing the barrel deeper inside with each thurst. He could feel her becoming soaking wet, her juices sliding down the handle and coating his hands. “Look at you and this slutty pussy getting so wet. You like getting fucked by my gun?”
I shook my head side to side in denial, even though I could feel my slick gush out with each push and pull of the steel. I was so drenched that one could practically hear each time he plunged the gun into my cunt.
“No...” I lied, my hips beginning to buck up in tune with the gun’s pace. My walls clenched around the thick barrel, as if trying to suck it in deeper. Tears began to burn in my eyes as I could feel my high approaching.
Kyoujuro watched as her nose scrunched up, her hands curled into claws as nails clawed at the wall. “I bet you want to cum so badly since I denied you one last time, huh?” He teased, speeding up the pace of his trusting as he kissed her shoulders before sliding down to his knees.
His tongue slipped out to tease her clit with quick flicks, as he pushed he gun in and out at such a pace, her breasts were wiggling inside her leotard. His fiery eyes looked up at the fucked out expression on her face as he sucked on her swollen clit. Kyoujuro pulled back and gathered his saliva in his mouth to spit a glob onto that sensitive pearl of flesh. He chuckled when she let out a little whine. “You’re gonna cum, aren't you my pretty little assassin?”
My head fell back as my mouth dropped open, a bit of drool seeping out of the corners. I wanted to say yes so badly, but I knew that if I did the bastard would stop again. If I could keep silent, I could have my oragasm then stab him in the neck with my poisoned blades hidden in my boots. I reached up to cover my lips with my hand, teeth embedded into the fleshy part of my palm, I muffled my cries as I shook my head at his question. I would not give him the satisfaction of hearing how needy I was.
I clenched around the barrel as he pushed it deep until the trigger was brushing against my clit as he tongue flicked under it at my drooling hole. Kyoujuro lapped up any slick that escaped from around the shinty metal, groaning softly. I could feel my high coming closer as I clamped down hard, the hidden blade in the heel of my boot sliding out.
As soon as I get mine, I’ll stab him.
Kyoujuro’s keen hearing picked up the small sound of the blade in her heels coming out. He smirked against her clit as he bit it softly as he reached up and ripped her hand away from her mouth. Grinning at the loud cry she gave, the fiery blond pulls away from her body, taking the gun out of her quivering walls. “Sorry, love.” He licks her slick off the side of his gun before pulling out his handkerchief and wiping the weapon clean. “This is my floor and I have a very important meeting to get to.” The elevator dinged as the doors slowly opened. “Until next time. I’ll even treat you.”
Watching as he left the elevator, I cursed him, the ache in my empty cunt fueled my anger. “That fucking bastard!”
-0-0-0
I stomped into my weapons room, my eyes narrowed into slits of rage. Even after scrubbing my body raw, I could still feel Kyoujuro’s hot touches all over my body and that ache in my lower belly was still unquenched. I grabbed my rifle off the gun wall and carefully broke it down to fit into the case. I was going to kill that man. Today. I wouldn’t let him continue to toy with me. Removing everything that could make any noise, I changed into a black shirt and shorts. Pulling on my black arm guards and mask, I was ready.
Climbing the outside ladder up to the rooftop of the adjacent building my source told me that the Rengoku family would be, I set up my rifle and scope. I frowned when I couldn’t get a clear visual on my target and would have to rely on the heat detector. Pressing the button on my scope to turn the theram setting on, I could spot five different body shapes.
“Dammit.” I cursed when my phone buzzed in my pocket. Tugging it out, I flipped it open without looking to see who was calling me. “It better be fucking good.” I growled, already highly annoyed that I still haven't been able to cum nor kill that object of my frustrations.
Muzan’s voice rumbled in my ear. “Is that any way to speak to the man who is paying you.”
I cursed softly. “No, sir. I’m just in the middle of something. I’ve got a target in my sight.” I told him, hoping that would appease him that he’ll soon have one less enemy to worry about. While my talents were superior in poisons and blades I was still a trained markswoman. I rarely ever miss my shot. I lined up my shot to take out the tallest of the five bodies. Kyoujuro was fairly tall, ‘Especially when he was hovering over me with his gun stuffed- STOP IT!’
Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I lined up my shot. Letting out a slow breath, “Lining up the shot.” My finger rested on the trigger as I waited for a clear spot at my target. “Target in visual...” I murmured softly. Every nerve in my body was alight as I pulled the trigger. The bullet flew through the air and penetrated my target through the chest. There was very little blood other than a splatter that struck one of the others in the face, judging from the scream it was the mother. “Target eliminated.”
“Good job.” Muzan’s voice chimed before the call went dead.
I rose back to my feet as I began to break down my gun to put back up into my case. “Good riddance. Now, I can focus on killing the rest of the family...” I walked over to pick up the bullet casing when I happened to glance over at the ground. “What!”
There he stood, arms wrapped around his mother as he consoled her. Rengoku Kyoujuro. Meaning... “I fucking missed? Then who did I?” I scanned the area, waiting to see who I shot. “Fuck Muzan is going to be pissed if I shot a civilian on accident.” I pressed my hands on one of the brick pillars of the roof as I waited with bated breath to see who was killed. An immediate sigh of relief left my lungs when I saw the red tipped blonde hair of Rengoku Shinjuro peek out from under the sheet they covered his body with.
Feeling relieved that I took out one of my targets, I left the site quickly.
-0-0-0
Kyoujuro knew exactly who shot and killed his father. His pretty little assassin. He wondered if that shot was meant for him. A chuckle left him at that thought. Of course it was, she had made it very clear that she would kill him before he succeeded in making her his. He held his crying mother closer with one arm as he squeezed Senjurou’s shoulder softly.
“That was one hell of a shot, princess.”
“What did you say, big brother?” Senjurou asked, looking up at his older brother with frightened eyes.
“Nothing, Senjurou.” He smiled down at the youngest Rengoku. “Come. Let’s get you and mother home. We need to plan our father's funeral.” As he led his family away from the scene, the only thing that went through his head was how he was going to make her fall for him so hard that she won’t be able to live without him. ‘Maybe I should give her a taste of the sheer ecstasy only I can give her.’ Kyoujuro licked his lips as he thought of the many ways he could do just that.
Game on.
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disclaimer: all works are black!fem!reader unless stated. the reader can be implied, out right stated, or include visuals of black people!!
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MY HERO ACADEMIA
Pure Divine Energy 1 2
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Aizawa with a Cottage Core!GF 🌸
I Want It That Way 🎤
(Aizawa x black!reader)
My Hands Are Tied 🔞
(Aizawa one shot; no reader insert)
Bakugou with a Cottage Core!GF 💕
Bakugou the Hairstylist 🦋
(Bakugou x black!momma!reader with baby girl)
Bakugou with a Chunky Baby 🍼
(Bakugou & his kid)
Domming Sub!Bakugou (18+) 🧡
Making Rotel for Bakugou 😋
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JUJUTSU KAISEN
Baby Doll 💵
(Nanami x black!reader)
Pussy Piercing (+18) 💋
(Gojo x black!reader)
“Take them tiddies out” tiktok 📱
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GAHH DAYUM 👴🏽🕶🤏🏽
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“Get Out of Work” Free Card 📱
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ATTACK ON TITAN
Possessive Eren 🫦
Don’t take Eren to the hair store 👀
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Milk, Gold, and Honey 🍯
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❝ [𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐧 𝐀𝐋𝐓/𝐏𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫] ❞
【𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔(𝓈)】: Brief nsfw topics, and very brief mentioning of racism.
【𝒜/𝒩】: I did this at work, lmao 🤪. It’s short and simple, and I got several more ideas coming soon. I’m quite excited to get ‘em out (when I can), so thank you all for your patience 🙏🏼🫶🏼!
¤¸¸.•´¯`•¸¸.•..>> SFW Territory
��� First off, he loves your style/aesthetic. Brings back some fond memories of when he was in high school.
↳ He’ll be your photographer for sure 📸.
↳ He’ll also bring out his old stuff from high school.
↳ Please dress him up and do his makeup. Kaoru will love it.
↳ Y’all be takin so many selfies I swear. Ya look cute though 😍.
↳ Seeing you with your many piercings inspired him to get a few more.
↳ You two be head banging and singing in your free time until you’re hoarse or get a killer headache.
↳ Cherry is very impressed with your makeup, like he watched you do it and it was quite a long process, but the end result was beautiful. All he’s done is simple cat or wing design, and maybe an occasional smokey look if he was feeling particularly bold. He wants to learn himself.
↳ If you dye your hair, he might join you. You do bring out that side of him to relax and live a little.
↳ Loads of people give you looks (some innocent because you two are polar opposites in style, and others not being so innocent. You know what I mean).
↳ Overall, he loves your style and it gives him great nostalgia.
¤¸¸.•´¯`•¸¸.•..>> NSFW Territory
↳ Cherry stay havin’ your lipstick stains on his skin and he loves it.
↳ If y’all got an Only Fans it’s definitely spicy.
↳ Step on him with your platforms. P l e a s e.
↳ You two probably got your nipples pierced together and when they’re all healed, nipple play comes to spice up your bedroom activities😏🤭.
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i deleted the blog, it was hard handling both my own blog and that one. 😭 but if anyone else want to create a blog similar to what i had go right ahead ❤️
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Bnha Boy’s Favorite BET/VH1 Show To Watch With You
(Bakugo, Kirishima, Shoto, Hawks, Shinsou)
(Black!reader)
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Kirishima
Anything Tyler Perry
And I mean anything
He loves the drama and gets so invested
I cannot tell you how many times he’s watched and rewatch Sistas and Meet The Browns with you
He always had his snacks and blankets ready
You will cuddle and eat with him for hours while watching and being invested to whatever he decides that day
It’s honestly amazing
And the Madea movies?
Watches at least one every 2 days
His absolute favorite thing to do is have a binge day and binge them all
Shinsou
Sistas
That’s it
There’s no explanation
You’ve asked him many times, and he doesn’t even know
But he’s obsessed
He’s share his theory’s and ramble as you watch
It’s adorable
Andrea is his favorite hands down
She’s too much of a baddie for him not to love and worship the ground she walks on
He of course loves you more but it’s a close battle
Hawks
Everybody Hates Chris
He nearly dies of laughter every time he watches any episodes
He loves it so much
He cannot stand Caruso
His blood boils anytime he’s on screen
Keigo always says he loves Tonya even though she’s a brat he hopes your kids will come out looking like her cause she’s adorable
It was the cutest thing you’d ever heard him say
He also proceeded to explain how he wanted at least 2 adorable little girls
And he said he feels for Chris so he’s going to make sure his 3 sons all get along and there will be no bullying or teasing tolerated in his household
Bakugo
Bernie Mac, Everybody Hates Chris, Martin, and the Madea movies
So I even need to explain?
Katsuki strives to be like Bernie
He’s loves the threats and stuff Bernie says to the kids
It’s Katsuki, are you surprised?
He said if his daughter is ever like Vanessa he will “bust her head till the white meat show”
You watched his heart break when he found out Bernie died
Watched his show on repeat for 2 months as he should
If you thought he loved Bernie, his love for Rochelle exceeds that 10 fold
He loves her and is constantly yelling “YOU TELL EM ROCHELLE. HELL YEA”
Makes you laugh every time. You love it
Speaking of Rochelle
He loves Martin so much cause of the shade Martin and Pam throw at each other
He takes mental notes wanting to use some of them cause they’re just that great
Madea is on top before all of them
Shes his literal spirit animal
This man almost died the first time he watched Family Funeral when she smacked Hattie
And he only laughed harder when she did it again to her and Uncle Joe
You thought you were gonna have to take him to the hospital he was laughed so hard
Literally almost coughed up a lung
Todoroki
Martin and Fresh Prince
He loves the humor in Martin
He finds it nice and loves to cuddle and watch him and Gina
He loves there relationship
He’s thinks they’re adorable
He always does the most adorable laughs when Martin and Pam are going back and forth
Or Sheneneh does literally anything
He finds her amusing
10/10 best thing to do: watching Fresh Prince
As you know, he’s not big on… emotions
But he will smile and groove a little with you as you sing along and dance to the Fresh Prince intro
He watches you lovingly when you sit up from his cuddles as a new episode starts and you sing along being cute. He’ll grab your hand and just smiling as he watches you
Literally his favorite thing ever
He also loves Will Smith in general
And will watch any movie he’s in cause he knows it’ll be hilarious
He’d never tell you cause he’s embarrassed but he’d love to have a handshake with you like Will and Jazz have🥺
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❝ [𝓞𝓾𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭 (𝐊𝐚𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) ] ❞
【𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎】: You are an alien and crash into Kaoru’s life.
【𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔(𝓈)】: Fighting, Break and entering, brief mention of planet invasion.
【𝒜/��】: It’s been a minute🧎. I literally did most of this at work on a notepad and I’m glad I managed to do something. I’ve been working on two sk8 pieces but they’re just long and I’m tryna figure out the plot, plus work is tiring. But here’s something short and sweet. There will be another version involving my oc and Kaoru. As always the reader is gender neutral, and mainly blasian coded in this one. I hope you enjoy! Next will either be mermay pieces with my ocs, or the alternative version of this!
【𝒯𝒶𝑔𝓈】: @ofblckwriters
➟ You end up in Kaoru’s backyard and end up breaking into his house.
☆ Let’s just say you two get into pretty nasty tussle. You first got whacked by one of Kaoru’s fans, and then he came at you with a katana.
➟ You ended up surrendering and he demanded answers after gathering his bearing’s when he noticed you weren’t even human.
☆ Communication was ass between you and you had to explain to him with gestures that you had to kiss him so you could understand each other. That nearly took a damn hour (kidding lmao🤣).
➟ He was a flustered and grumpy mess after you kiss but relieved you two can finally understand one another.
☆ And so you told him why you’re on earth. You explain that you ran from your home planet due to an invasion from another alien race and you’re unsure if you’ll be able to go back home.
➟ So you’re stuck here, unsure if you can ever go back or if you’ll ever see your family or friends again.
☆ The realization made you pretty upset, and you ended up being in tears in front of the pink haired human.
➟ Kaoru did feel bad for you, understanding that this situation must be a lot and sure, he’s mad about you breaking into his house, but he can’t just kick you out.
☆ So that night you became roommates.
➟ Kaoru was a bit moody to have another person living with him, but eventually he realized it wasn’t so bad having someone other than Clara to keep him company.
☆ Kojiro certainly was happy for him, and teased him endlessly about you and wondered if Kaoru would jump your bones.
➟ “You big buffoon! Of course I’m not! I’m not here to make things awkward between us! Good grief!”
☆ Kaoru teaches you a lot of things and tells you about earth as best as he could. He also teaches you calligraphy once you show interest in it (and that definitely made him happy to know).
➟ And since you need a job, he allows you to be his assistant at his workplace.
☆ Kaoru being your teacher can be rough since he’s strict and a perfectionist, but you catch on soon enough and that’s one of the reasons why you two grow close.
➟ Another reason why you two grow close is because of nightmares you have. The first time you got one you booked it to Kaoru’s room and jumped into his bed and clung onto him, startling him badly. He was very grumpy but he understood and let you stay with him, listening to his favorite lullaby. Soon sleeping together when you couldn’t sleep became a bit of a regular occurrence.
☆ You find out about S when you catch Kaoru slipping out and in a new get up, something far different than his usual professional/ business casual look. You begged/demanded he take you, and once you were there you were amazed and wanted to be taught skating.
➟ Kaoru set you up with Reki to get a beginners board and taught you all the moves and some tricks, and eventually you joined S- after Kaoru made sure you were 100% ready- and you gained a following at S, fans loving your fits, skills, and overall personality.
☆ Of course you ended up joining the gang and are often pulled around for their shenanigans. You join along with antagonizing Kaoru, Kojiro, and Shadow, and enjoying the kids’ company. You fit in nicely ☺️.
➟ Reki also begged to see your alien form the moment he found out you’re an alien.
☆ Speaking of your alien form, you mainly are in that form when at home.
➟ Kaoru definitely has drawn you in that form because he finds you beautiful (he finds both your forms to be beautiful really).
☆ Kaoru has scrapped many drawings of you because he felt like the way he drew you wasn’t perfect enough, your curls/coils/locs/braids/hair not being just right, your markings not being accurate enough, you smile not being bright enough, your eyes not being fierce or passionate enough, etc.
➟ Of course he’s never given any of them to you, not until you two got together…
☆ For more romance segments, Kaoru definitely takes you with him on his business trips- at first it was a bit reluctantly, but soon it wasn’t- not wanting to be stuck at home all day and cause he wanted and needed you by his side.
➟ Cue more one bed situations 😏🥴
☆ Oh! And of course you also teach Kaoru about your home and your culture. If you have a tradition or holiday you follow he’ll do his best to replicate it for you and celebrate with you.
➟ When you two get together, woo 😮💨😏. You know he loaded so he gonna use that money on you. He himself kinda likes to be spoiled and he wants to spoil you rotten.
☆ Want your nails did? Period.
➟ Want to go shopping for some bling and new fits? He’s gotcha.
☆ Want some hair products for your beautiful hair? Or wanna go to a salon? Paid for without hesitation.
➟ Anything you want he’ll most likely get for you.
☆ Speaking of hair, Kaoru will also help you with your hair. He understands wanting perfect, healthy, and beautiful hair.
➟ Last thoughts. I feel like you found the drawings of you that Kaoru made, and boy you very much jumped him for it. You loved them and demanded to know why he hadn’t shown you sooner.
☆ “I just wanted to find the perfect moment to give them to you… And sometimes I second guessed myself. I was worried that they weren’t good enough still…”
➟ The way you loved on him that day🥰🥰.
Please let me know if there’s any mistakes, I briefly went through it. Just really wanna post something 🤪.
#𝐒𝐤𝟖♾️༝༚༝༚#cherry blossom x reader#kaoru sakurayashiki x reader#black reader#x black reader#ofblckwriters#blasian reader#black reader insert#gender neutral reader#sk8 the infinity#sk8 cherry#alien reader#poc reader#poc writer#sk8 the infinity fanfic#asian reader
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