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10:28 pm — manjiro sano ‘mikey’

— .fluff, comfort fic, gn!reader, just showering mikey in love when he's not feeling his best because that's what he deserves :( reblogs are appreciated <3

the night is bright with brimming city lights, pretty smiles and laughter reaching mikey’s pale cold ears through the open car window. the wind is harsh on his skin, and it’s just one of those nights where manjiro feels his heart clench, eyes dimmed with thoughts occupying his mind. sanzu is in the driver’s seat, his eyes following his boss’s frail movements. but he remains quiet till he drops manjiro off at his house.

he thinks he has sinned, sins too disturbing to ask for forgiveness. and yet he still wonders why you always wait for him in that white leather couch, with a book in your hand — just like always.

a delicate smile from you was all that took to touch his heart. “you’re back.” you’re excited, filled with glee as you let him sink his tired body right next to you. he doesn’t talk, he can’t, not without breaking down in front of you.

i didn’t know if you’d care if i came back ｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

“I can’t believe you.”

You’ve heard these words from him before, but not like this. They usually drip like honey from his silver tongue, with faux and teasing disbelief weaved in and around them. 

But right now, they sound cold, like a knife’s blade clinking against a glass table. He sounds hurt, you think, though you’re not sure what that sounds like coming from him. 

“Well, hello to you too, Gojo.”

“Don’t call me that,” he immediately heaves, as if your words burned him like a child touching a hot stove, “what is going on with you?” 

He stands a mere few feet away from you, but something far creakier than the wooden floorboards separates the space between the two of you, making it feel like lightyears rather than a few measly strides. 

His blindfold is off, it’s the first thing you notice. You can see his eyes—they’re just as beautiful as they were when you left, but something about them now appears weary. Slightly bloodshot, sulking into the bags that weigh beneath his eyelids, he looks exhausted. You can only imagine the headache pounding away behind his flesh. 

“Why didn’t you tell me you were back?” his question is desperate, almost as if he can’t believe he’s actually asking it to you right now. 

They look like a one big happy family there 😫🧡

bodoh

i like drawing food. a lot 👉👈

— “ YOUR BODY LANGUAGE SPEAKS TO ME. ”

ft: satoru, geto, megumi, toji, yuuji

cw: 18+ only! fem!reader, voyeurism, exhibitionism, mutual masterbation, phone sex, dirty talk, guided masterbation, slight dacryphilia, fem!masterbation, male!masterbation, praise, unprotected sex.

an: this took me a while to write T T but i hope you enjoy reading! likes and reblogs help a lot and are appreciated!

ᥫ᭡ SATORU

wet lust - filled dreams always had an effect on you. it always succeeded in leaving you needy and whining for more, more than what a dream could offer you. as you part your eyelids to gaze at satoru, who slept so angelically beside you, you don’t have it in you to wake him up just ‘cause you’re needy for his cock.

your feet touch the wooden floor as you walk over to the bathroom. your shorts are left cold on the floor as your ass cheeks touch the cold marbled countertop. you feel the slippery slick of your arousal dripping from your throbbing cunt as you drag your fingers against the slit. your moans are soft, almost breathy as it echoes back from the cold walls of the room. “hah— s-satoru,” you whine, his name leaving your rosy lips as a sweet mantra.

your thumb caresses your clit, rubbing tight circles which makes you throw your head back as your legs spread wider. your fingers are relentless, coated with slick as it drags in and out of your cunt. “want you so bad, ‘toru—” you gasp, your thighs clenching as you feel the high coming down. but as your eyes dart to the open door, your boyfriend stares at you. his eyes are wide, blue eyes so beautiful as they lay their gaze on your exposed cunt.

gonna be honest. no number of iced beverages can save me at this point

baby haru

❝ Do you want me to stay? ❞ ft. Aki hayakawa, Yoshida hirofumi, geto suguru, gojo satoru,choso.

꒰+꒱ content warnings — afab-reader, explicit smut, mature language, fluff, established relationship,sub-dom dynamics, power play, orals, cunnilingus, nipple play, branding, marking, sensory deprivation.

꒰+꒱ synopsis — aftercare and moonshine talks are so comforting but when your talk, your little giggles, and your naked body against his ends up in another session, what could be more heavenly than that?

꒰AKI HAYAKAWA꒱

“One more”, Aki coos as he intertwines his fingers with yours. You glare at him since he has been kissing you every time you try to get out of his embrace, to get a proper shower because if he joins, you both are going to be late for the party.

He frees his fingers from yours, wrapping them around your belly giving a little squeeze as he rests his chin against the nook of your shoulder. Aki starts to place a trail of soft kisses, suckling your supple skin. Staggered breaths and strong moans start to build up from two different voices until they overlap.

You tilt your head inviting him for more until he whispered in his husky voice, “Wanna do this the other way?” making you jolt from the tickling sensation. You turn your gaze on him, lips parted seeking for his. “Uh-uh! need your words, baby”, he rasped against your face, his eyes flying back from your lips to your eyes.

“Y-”, you gasp as he squeezes your breasts but he wouldn’t give in to your plea until he hears to beg. “Y-e-s. please Aki”, you breathe out, and his lips immediately latch onto yours while his hands fondle your boobs. Your hands fly back to his naked thighs, gripping them firmly as he pinches your nipples making you jolt.

He smirks at your gesture saying, “can we just ditch the party?”, squeezing your waist as he props his head on your shoulders. He always hates parties.

it be like that sometimes

baby girl your speech patterns make no sense. im in love with you

happy birthday shinichiro ♡

baby manjiro 💞

CROSSING LINES — h. kakucho

𖨆♡𖨆 kakucho x fem!reader

╰┈➤ the life of a tokyo underground fighter is simple—do anything for the money, talk with your fists and never ever cross a line with your fellow brothers-in-the-ring. especially when it comes to their little sisters. kakucho was a pro at doing everything but the latter.

# explicit smut, reader is draken’s younger half sister, kaku and draken are friends but rivals in the ring, reader is a ballet teacher, mirror sex, car sex, creampies, forbidden relationships, blood, injuries, canon typical violence, language, full nelson sex position, heartbreak, angst, petnames (angel, love, darlin’), betrayal, barely edited

: ̗̀➛ 13.5k words

he's staring from across the ring again.

with his fall of midnight blue hair, a scar rifting down his face, and eyes that were of two different hues, you shouldn't be encouraging him. you shouldn't be making eyes at him—big, doe-like glances that told him an entire universe of truth when you wanted to keep this morsel of anticipation for yourself.

you had half a mind to think that your brother's friend and fellow fighter had the hots for you, but unfortunately, things were never that easy.

"hey, kaku! quit your dreamin' and get back to training," the easy drawl of one very annoyed wakasa imaushi broke the trance.

he snapped his eyes from you and glanced down at the bottle of water in his bandage-wrapped hand. "yeah, yeah. don't get testy with me, old man."

you stifled a laugh, eyes roving over to where draken was stretching, his dragon tattoo gleaming on the side of his neck from the combination of sweat and fluorescent lighting. ever since you were a teen, you would always accompany your brother during one of his many matches.

ken ryuguji, or draken, as he was known in the ring, was a force of nature to be dealt with.

never one to contend with losing, your brother's determination was as strong as his right hook.

half brother, you amended before you could make the same slip of the tongue and be faced with his sour expression.