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☾ the witching hour

☾ decision: balcony

☾ warnings: f!reader, swearing, sfw shirtlessness

☾ word count: 1.6k

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steadfast [miya osamu x reader]

pairing: miya osamu x fem reader + miya atsumu x reader x suna rintarou

genre: smut (18+)

warning(s): explicit sexual content, group sex (threesome), cuckolding, dirty talk, swearing, praise, daddy kink, deep throating, squirting, brief mentions of jealousy, and just a lil bit of that competitive spirit ya know?

word count: 4.3k

overview: after years of witnessing suna and atsumu shamelessly flirting with his girlfriend, he decides to give them one chance to change her mind knowing damn well she won’t.

By nature, Osamu is observant. Few things escape his attention, whether it’s trace amounts of ice cream disappearing from his tub in the freezer or the longing look you always give him moments before you press your lips against his in an affectionate kiss. Though he wants to pay full attention to the intense game of Super Smash Bros.a few of his former teammates are playing, he can’t help but let his eyes wander to your form as you shuffle into the kitchen to grab another beer. It’s not for you, but for his twin brother who places a lingering touch against the small of your back upon accepting it.

To the untrained eye, the action would appear as a gesture of appreciation and nothing more. But Osamu understood his brother well enough to know that he’d always had a habit–or intention, rather–of being handsy with you. His dark, stone-colored gaze quickly flicks back to the game on the television, however, when you saunter over to him to lean down and place a gentle kiss against his temple.

“Need anything, babe?” you ask, (e/c) eyes tracing over the handsome features of your boyfriend’s face.

He shakes his head and assures you, “Just ‘cause this is our place, don’t mean ya hafta play hostess, y’know.”

“I know,” is your cheerfully spoken response before you turn your attention to the chaos unfolding on-screen. “Damn, who knew Kita-san was good at video games?”

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FUCK MY HEART 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

say you’re mine

pairing — akaashi keiji x gn!reader ; per a request, reader has slight anxiety and underconfidence issues

warnings — drinking but you’re both of age and its like a shot lmao

word count — 2.0k~

request — From @babyybokutoakaashi​ ; ‘It is my first time asking for a fic request but can i ask for Akaashi fic. I dont have any specifics. Maybe his s/o can have a resemblance to me, like a not confident person and being anxious even on the little things. Its okay too if you dont’

an — i’m so happy i’m your first request! you’re also the first request i’ve taken so besties 👯‍♀️ hope you like this fic, i really wanted to write for akaashi anyways so let’s make a fic of it 🥳 hope you enjoy!!

inspo — sofia by clairo

akaashi keiji has been an enigma to you despite the plethora of years you’d known him. not in the way that you didn’t know what he liked — you know he prefers his coffees with creamer and three sugars, that if he was wearing his glasses it’s because his contacts probably dried out, and you know that if he wears his old fukurodani sweater that he’s working on editing another piece for udai, but you never knew how he truly felt about you.

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Thoughts on touched starved Megumi (or Dabi if you prefer either way I am touched starved and in need of validation from very deeply conflicted characters)

i think megumi is touch-starved in a way he doesn't really realize cause what relevance does touch and love have to someone who spends their entire life fighting curses, anyway? i have a whole thing about it in my drafts somewhere but

i think for megumi it comes out to be that he falls in love with you, and one night, very suddenly - he gets this like.. itching need to touch you. it probably doesn't happen in a romantic way. but it happens in a suffocating way - in a "we're in your bedroom and the lights are off and i don't remember how my hands feel anymore."

he touches you like he is trying to remember how love feels without remorse. and the way his lashes settle when he touches you, his hands under your shirt. his brow furrows, trying to understand this endless and broad feeling.

there's no such thing as close enough. and he's drowning in the feeling of frustration, like nothing can settle the nerves in his stomach or the aching in his chest. the way his heart rams itself against his ribs like it's trying to find it's way to yours.

and i think megumi feels love with his skin, and he always has. so when he injures of bruises or hurts, it all comes back to him at once. the pulsing blood and nerves, all of it make him remember that this is the first time he's experienced a love so strong. love is a wound as much as it's anything else.

and it doesn't have to be romantic, if that's not what you want. but you're you and he loves you, whatever that really means. and no one ever taught him to love, but only how to let go. letting go was easy but loving feels so impossible

but he tries, anyways. which is why he let itadori teach him to cook and he still lets nobara practice hairstyles on him and why he calls gojo when he's getting home late.

and it's why he's holding you, bare torso against yours, face buried in the crook of your neck. he loves you like he is a ghost, as if your body is a house he's been haunting for that last hundred years - like he belongs there. it's needy and possessive. his hands are big, strong slender fingers that hold your waist, travel up your spine and draw you to his chest like a tide.

your legs are entangled and it's night and megumi fushiguro remembers suddenly that he's never had someone touch him like this before. and he doesn't ever want to stop or let go so he hugs you tight enough like how children crush daisies they find beautiful in the palms of their hands.

he does not know how to love gently even if he wants to so you don't ask him for that much. so it's clumsy and awkward as he burrows himself in you and stays there and feels all of your skin on his.

it feels incomplete. it feels clumsy, but that's the best he can do. he just hopes you'll be able to forgive him.

This is actually so cute 🥰

[tutor me?]: you’re failing math, so akaashi proposes you to get a tutor

pairings: akaashi x fem! reader

posted: january 29, 2021

warnings: it’s really short LMAO i just came up w this on the spot- also there’s cursing included in this

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Hi, I was wondering if I could request Hiei going back to the human world to visit his s/o? (Post season 4 tournament) thank you

i love this prompt and had to jump on it the moment i saw it in my inbox. hope i did it justice!

set immediately after the last episode.

homebound (hiei x gender neutral!reader, yu yu hakusho)

You’re exhausted by the time you return from the beach, your skin tender and salt-sore from the long hours you and the group had spent playing in the water. It had been a fun day - a peaceful day, and you had grown to count each day like it as a gift. 

It had been nice to have the group together again. Even Genkai had joined you at one point, though none of Yusuke’s playful urging had succeeded in coaxing her into the water.

Your smile gains a wistful edge as you remember Keiko’s joy upon Yusuke’s return. She had refused to sit and pine while he was gone, but it was clear to everyone how much she’d missed him. 

You can admit, at least in the privacy of your own thoughts, to feeling a little heartsore after witnessing their reunion. You had hoped that a certain fire apparition would follow Yusuke home from demon world, and had been unable to curb the disappointment you’d felt as the day lengthened and there was still no sign of Hiei.

You sigh, toeing off your shoes and dropping your bag by the door. You had done your best to ignore your unhappiness at Hiei’s absence, not wanting to sour the air on such a joyous day, but you knew at least Kurama and Botan had picked up on it, the former having walked you home despite it being out of his way and the latter spending most of the day glued to your side, doing her utmost to keep you distracted.

Now that you’re alone with nothing but your thoughts, though, it’s difficult to stave off your melancholy, your body and mind too wearied by the events of the day to divert from the missing fire apparition.

You don’t know what you expected. Just because Yusuke and Kurama had chosen to return to living world didn’t mean Hiei would make the same choice, not even for you. It hurt to acknowledge, but it was the truth. You’re just human, after all, and Hiei had been barred from demon world for so long, he might never want to leave it now that he’d returned.

Your skin stings as you slip into bed, foregoing a shower in favor of slipping into comfortable pajamas and tugging your blankets over your shoulders. Heat blossoms along your arms and legs, but it’s a pale imitation of the warmth you’ve missed, and you blow out a breath, closing your eyes in defiance against your spiraling thoughts.

Pathetic, you think, and it’s laughably ironic that the voice in your head sounds exactly like Hiei’s. 

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It’s late into the night when you blink your eyes open, staring in muddled confusion at your bedroom wall.

Other than the small sliver of moonlight creeping through your curtains the room is dark, and there’s a line of heat against your back that wasn’t there when you first slipped into bed.

“You smell like salt.”

Your heart leaps in your chest. 

“You would too if you’d been at the beach all day,” you mumble sleepily, hiding your smile in the warmth of your pillow.

There are fingers spread loosely over your stomach, warmth bleeding through your shirt to sink into your skin. You reach for them, tangling them with yours, and feel inordinately pleased when Hiei allows the gesture without comment.

You don’t ask why he’s there, or why he had chosen now of all times to return. You don’t ask him when he’s leaving, because you know he’s not here to stay. 

You don’t say anything at all, actually. You just breathe in the dark, your fingers moving gingerly against his. There are more calluses there than you remember, though everything else feels the same - the sharp bends of his knees tucked beneath yours, the texture of his hair against the back of your neck, the heat radiating from his body. 

You want to turn over, but the thought of actually seeing him - of him seeing you -  scares you to death. It’s been two years. You haven’t changed much, but you have changed. Would it matter? Would he care?

“Your thoughts are louder than that oaf.”

You laugh a little, his acerbic wit - well-missed, and still as prickly as ever - serving to put you at ease.

“Kuwabara misses you, you know,” you tell him, knowing without needing to look that his lips have twisted into a scowl. 

He doesn’t refute your claim, though. Instead, you feel the tip of his nose brush against the back of your neck. “And you?”

You blink in the darkness, confused and almost angry. He can’t really be asking if you’d missed him, can he? 

You’ve been gone for two years, you want to say. I've been waiting follows quickly after, though you manage to restrain both to the cage of your throat, and no further. 

“Idiot,” you mutter instead. 

“Fool.” It’s little more than a breath against the nape of your neck, and still you flush beneath its weight. You’ve heard that moniker more than once - usually directed at Kuwabara - but you've certainly never heard it in that tone, wrapped up in a layer of what you might dare to call affection.

Quiet affection, but affection nonetheless. 

It emboldens you. Loosens your tongue.

“Thought you’d forgotten about me.” It’s an admission that you’d kept secret from all except yourself, not wanting to deal with the pity or platitudes - no matter how well-meant - the others would give you if they knew. 

There’s a beat of silence, and then another, and another. You would think him gone if it weren’t for the fingers still tangled with yours.

But then there’s softness against the back of your neck, a hint of wetness followed by a sudden sharp sting. 

“Did you just - ?” you mumble, attempting to reach back to feel the mark he’d just left on you - the bite he’d just given you. 

But Hiei doesn’t let you get far, his grip firming around your hand and his arm tightening around your waist. 

“Foolish,” he mutters, his brow pressed against the back of your shoulder. The warmth of his breath seeps through your shirt and leaves a circle of heat on your skin. “Do not mistake my absence for apathy. My… intentions have not changed.” 

It’s as close to a declaration as you’ll ever get from the prickly fire apparition, and in truth, no flowery praise or fervent confession would have affected you half as much as Hiei quietly dispelling your worst fear.

You would say something if you had the words, but you’re afraid that if you speak, your voice will do something embarrassing like crack or break right down the middle. So instead, you pull Hiei’s hand up to your lips and press a kiss to his knuckles.

“Hn.” His voice is little more than a huff, his fingers twitching in your grip, and you grin against his skin.

And just like that, the words come. 

“Welcome home.”

breathe.

⇝ kazuha x gn!reader

⇝ hurt/comfort.

kaedehara kazuha is no stranger to self-loathing. under such a blank exterior, there lies a heart which has been shattered beyond repair; a heart that you have and continue to heal with the love you provide.

kazuha understands. he does.

yet, in his eyes, you are the epitome of perfection. a vessel created in the eyes of a god themselves; what he sees when he looks at you is a star. his star. why is it you look at yourself in such a way? why is it you hate the person he loves, why must you hurt yourself in such a way?

pressing his lips against your forehead, he listens to your cries; with his arms around your waist, kazuha hides you away exactly the way he knows you'd like to be hidden. he holds you close, keeps you safe.

its only when your whimpers silence, when your body stills and your breathing evens out, that he pulls away. all of a sudden, he's too close—he's too close and he's seen too much already, yet you can't bring yourself to pull away.

you're .. tired. exhausted, even. how long had you spent pretending, lying to your loved ones with a smile on your face? this weight that'd been resting on your shoulders for so long is suddenly lifted, there's no more trying, no more lying. not right now.

right now, kazuha holds you close. lets you breathe easy for the first time and hears you out; guilt floods through your system at such a realization, that you'd taken advantage of his kindness, bothered him and ruined his evening with your tears.

despite the voice in the back of your head, the voice that's been mocking you for what feels like centuries, you hold him closer. in this moment, at this time, and only now, kazuha is all yours.

what breaks the silence is kazuha's cooing, a quiet ' shhh, ' that slips out of his mouth when your tears threaten to slip out once again. you feel his hands slide against your skin, comforting; he exhales, slow and steady, urging you to do the same.

when silence reigns over the two of you once again, you find yourself leaning further away from him; desperate. go back to sleep, is what your mind screams at the samurai, yet his grip only tightens.

" ... kazuha. "

" hmmmm ... "

" kazuha .. "

" i know, angel. "

" kazuha .. i'm— " suddenly there are tears rolling down your cheeks once again. " i'm sorry, i— " yet you're silenced, his lips brushing against your skin, calm, composed. kissing your tears away, he pushes your face into his chest.

" there is nothing you should feel sorry for, my love. breathe. "

You already know 😌✨ Oikawa x reader - “Kisses exchanged as they move around, hitting the edges of tables or nearly tripping over things on the floor before making it to the sofa, or bed.”

a/n: you just know you’d constantly have fun with this man. i love him your honor

warning: suggestive!

[ 01:12 AM ]

the door cracked loudly against the wall of the hotel, and you let out a startled chuckle against oikawa's lips as you were backed unceremoniously through the threshold. "shh, shh, we don't want anyone to file any complaints."

oikawa grinned, leaning in and capturing your lips in another searing kiss, fingers clasped tightly on your hips beneath your shirt. "if we don't get at least three noise complaints, i'm not working hard enough."

you laughed again, love-drunk and relishing the light, fizzing feeling in your chest, and you kicked off your shoes – or tried to kick off your shoes – instead, tripping on your own feet and taking the giggling man down to the ground with you in a tangled heap. "tooru!" you gasped, laughing breathlessly, feeling his entire body shake above you with silent laughter. you pecked his neck lightly. "toor – help me up, you big oaf."

"mean," he said, still wheezing, maneuvering his head to steal another kiss before you could press your lips back against his throat. "can't we just stay here?" he whispered against your mouth. "i've been waiting all night."

"no! up, up," you said, pushing him away with flat palms. he smiled and pulled himself upright, dragging you up by the hand, but nearly lost his balance again when you immediately launched yourself at him, wrapping your thighs tightly around his waist and pulling him toward you by his collar. he teetered backwards, catching himself on the table in the hall, too roughly to spare the lamp from tipping over and clattering noisily to the floor. it went unnoticed by both of you, panting and breathless, wrapped up in only one another.

oikawa's hands gripped you firmly beneath your thighs, trying desperately to find his way to the nearest horizontal surface without breaking your kiss – he was successful, but only barely – he found the couch, leaving a trail of fallen decorations and articles of clothing in his and your wake. you landed on the plush cushions with a soft bounce, quickly being caged in by his arms once more.

"this good enough?" he muttered, hovering over you on his elbows, one hand buried messily into your hair, the other running the thumb over your bottom lip. his eyes were glazed over with love and desire; you could see yourself reflected in them. "or are you going to make me destroy more of this hotel room?"

you smiled up at him, one hand gripping at his shirt. "i don't know if your wallet could take the hit from the damages."

he shook his head solemnly, leaning in and pressing his forehead against yours. "definitely not."

"i suppose we have no choice."

he leaned down further still, pressing his lips against yours. you could feel him smile.

"no choice at all."

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truthfully, miserably. [m. fushiguro]

the truth came to him like a drowning man’s first breath, but came far too late; you were already long gone.

cw: literally just angst. 

wc: 1.5k.

note: this doesn’t even have a plot??? it’s just me directing my bummed out energy on my poor baby megumi i feel so bad i have to like write him fluffly headcanons or something after this.

“you’re lying.” 

megumi stiffened his body to suppress the shudder that passed through him. he worried that those words would haunt him for the rest of his life. 

how terrifying it was to watch himself become undone by those two words. he’d known himself to be an honest man, a good man. it didn’t ever occur to him that lying about something as intangible, inconsequential as his own feelings could hurt someone; could make him a worse person. 

“it’s not the right time. i’m too busy to worry about you more than i already do.”

it had been an easy lie. so easy that he was mildly convinced of it himself until the moment you’d pulled it to pieces before him and turned your back on him with a suitcase in one hand. 

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Angst-to-fluff Inumaki x reader and Itadori x reader headcanons (separately) for when their s/o takes a hit for them during a mission and winds up unconscious for a few days as a result of the injury? Thank you so much!

WHEN THEIR S/O TAKES THE HIT FOR THEM

note. i hope u enjoy anon !! i had fun writing this <3

feat.  itadori, inumaki x gn!reader

warnings. angst (to fluff!), mentions of blood and death, a lil gory? 

☆ MASTERLIST

☆ — ITADORI

he’s constantly taking hits for you. whether it be a life-threatening swipe of a cursed spirit’s claws or a bonk on the head from fushiguro, itadori will take the fall. you hate it. you know he’s doing it out of the pure, all-consuming love he holds for you - but what about your love?

every time you see yuuji rush out to save you, you’re too slow to stop his inhumanely fast instincts, you are, however, fast enough to stop the cursed spirit currently lunging at him. he’s too distracted to notice - eyes only on you and anything that is actively targeting you to look out for himself. a flash of an image of a wounded yuuji is conjured up by your imagination, and you can feel the way your heart twists painfully - the feeling of dread makes you physically sick to your stomach.

it’s far too late to even consider how much of a bad idea this is before you’re leaping into action, the disgusting crunch of your bones and squelching sound of your blood is truthfully, a friendly reminder. a reminder that this isn’t yuuji. it’s the last coherent thought you have before the adrenaline can no longer stop the immense pain as you collapse to the sound of yuuji’s cries.

anyone other than shoko is absolutely forbidden to touch you. yuuji treats you like fine china, terrified that even a touch will break you. the immense guilt that settles in his gut for the few days you’re unconscious is a pain that only reminds him of his grandfather’s passing. shoko tells him you’re going to wake up soon, that you’ll be fine when you do but oh god what if you don’t? the thought of you closing your eyes and drifting away like his grandfather is far too much for him to bear.

and now, contrasting that with the joy he feels as you awake makes him seem like a different person. yuuji oh so desperately wants to be angry at you, he wants to scold you for being so reckless but how could he? you look far too ethereal even with your chapped lips and messy hair, and were your eyes always that pretty colour?

yuuji will hold you close. maybe soon enough he’ll scold you, but for now, yuuji needs to feel you in his arms. he presses a kiss to your forehead, that sensitive spot on your neck, and the tips of your fingers, etching the images of your reactions and the feeling of your skin into his mind.

☆ — INUMAKI

inumaki is unbelievably kind. throwing himself into danger for the sake of his friends and those he loves is nothing to him. it's like picking between tuna mayo onigiri for lunch and- well, anything else. and when it comes to you? his heart is in your palm. 

toge will act like the cuts on his torso and the broken bones in his body are nothing for the sake of protecting you, so that any guilt he knows you'll have can disappear - but it never does. how could it? seeing him broken and bruised just for you isn't exactly as sweet as it sounds. for once, all you want is to for toge to be selfish. but it never comes.

even as you two stand, bloody and bruised against a curse much too strong for either of you to handle, inumaki doesn't shake. he acts like your shield, continuing to spit out words filled with fury directly at the spirit - uncaring of the blood that pours out of his mouth like a waterfall. you cry and beg him to stop, but he only turns to smile at you with gentle eyes - telling you, "it's okay." 

it's not. not at all. not when the cursed spirit is jumping forward and getting ready to claw at toge - not when he's too distracted with you to notice. his eyes widen when you burst forward, tumbling towards him in desperation. he feels the blinding pain shoot up his back as he hits a concrete pillar - one you'd pushed him into. 

inumaki opens his eyes, heart stopping at the sight of your body. his eyes dart furiously to the blood that seeps from your head, and then to the mangled mess of limb that is your right leg, an inexplicable feeling of loss makes him tremble - but as he hears the cursed spirit laugh at its seeming victory, he refuses to back down, especially now. 

toge can't stop the blood that builds inside his throat and spills out of his mouth, not that he really cares much about it as he watches shoko use her reversed cursed technique on your leg, relief flooding over him as you're healed. there's not much she can do for your other injuries other than bandage them up, but if the scars ever bother you then know inumaki will be there to kiss your insecurities away. 

he prepares for when you'll finally wake by buying all of your favourite snacks, that plush you really wanted, and turning his room into the ultimate comfort cave. toge has utter faith you'll wake up, he really does - but he can't help but sob when you finally do, an overpowering pressure lifting from his shoulders. make sure to not leave his side for a few days (years) afterward, alright?

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