Hibiscy - Kii

Riding gojo so good that he starts yelling out his card info when he nuts

Rintaro loves to pretend he doesn’t care.

There’s a nonchalance that carries around your man, one that comes from years of training of gaslighting the twins and making them turn against each other, or the scoldings from Kita-San that could’ve got so intense with his disappointment Rintaro could cry.

He’s gotten good at keeping a stoic emotion and making you act out. He loves to pretend he doesn’t care.

“It’s because he doesn’t,” Atsumu assures, playing with the strings of his hoodie.

You roll your eyes, “trust me, he cares. You just don’t see it.”

“And I never will. Because it doesn’t happen.”

You raise your brows in challenge, and he matches your brow raising. “Wanna bet on it?”

“Wager?”

“If I can prove to you Rintaro actually is a dork for my attention, I want a signed Kiyoomi jersey.”

He scoffs, “can’t you just ask Kiyoomi for one?”

“Komori tells me not to bother him after games.”

Atsumu rolls his eyes, “okay. And when he doesn’t show he’s a loser, I want all you can eat at Onigiri Miya and you pick up the bill.”

“….”

“What?”

“Osamu doesn’t naturally give you all you can eat?”

“No?”

“Oh…”

“Does he GIVE IT TO YOU?!”

You give him a cheesy smile and quickly move to grab your keys, his jaw slacked in betrayal, only for him to roll his eyes, “whatever. Either way, we’re going when I win. What’re the keys for?”

“You’ll see.”

You jingle your keys with a small smirk, making sure to do it loud enough for him to hear down the hall. Atsumu shakes his head in disbelief, only for his hand to cover his mouth as socked feet quickly become louder as Rintaro barrels down the hall.

A lanky frame fills the doorway, “where you goi-“

Atsumu and you let out a string of cackles, his hand smacking his knee while Rintaro scrubs his face with his free hand, the other one holding a controller for his, hopefully, paused game.

“Dawg I hate you for real,” he sighs, coming into the room to kiss your head. You smile and angle your head to kiss him for real, which he complies with happily and making Atsumu gag. His green eyes dart to glare at Atsumu, “I wish osamu was an only child.”

“Damn, bringing guns to knife fights,” the blonde snorts. “Not my fault you got caught in 4K, dickhead.”

“Not my fault you’re a single loser.” He leans down to kiss your lips, “where’re we going?”

“No where,” you hum happily. “Just wanted to make sure you were still obsessed with me.”

He beams down at you while Atsumu groans in disgust.

“Always.”

RINRINRINRINRIN

big bro sukuna because im a sucker for sibling au

megumi fushiguro, 28.

toge inumaki // fic recommendations

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salmon!

dog-gone it.

intimacy is subjective

the sky, the sun, getting beat up by inumaki

bitter eclipse

puppy love

tongue-tied

be not afraid of my body

sweet dreams and other cursed demands

i leave you

come

our hands

the sun will rise again

1999

transatlanticism

my home is where your heart is

i know when you're around ('cause i know the sound of your heart)

let's talk.

nightmares

paper wings

pull me close

this love

secret admirer

favorite

muse

a coffeeshop phone call

crush

fillings for you

GUYS. what if fuck buddy sukuna catches you out one night, but instead of being with your friends you're on a date 👀 I think he would play it off, would definitely interrupt and make your date feel like he's about this big 🤏 in comparison. but his jealousy doesn't even show in that moment, it's only when you come over to his place next time around does he mention with the slightest pout: "why don't you ever get dolled up to see me?"

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IN WHICH A DISASTROUS QUOTE TWEET CHANGES THE DYNAMIC BETWEEN YOU AND YOUR VICE-CAPTAIN.

synopsis: you are a promising new member of the third division who, for some reason, is always given a hard time by your vice-captain. to vent your frustrations you decide to reply to a twitter fanbase’s anonymous confession, only to find out that your post was not so anonymous after all...?!

status: started 6/9 | ongoing | updates every week! next part 21/9

warnings: female reader ; language ; use of ‘kms/kys’ jokes ; suggestive jokes ; ignore the time stamps ; none of the art is mine unless stated

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thinking abt younger brother's best friend matsukawa whom you've seen grow up from being a scrawny, lanky, and awkward teenager to a charismatic, handsome mf. he really grew into his features, especially after high school, and now that you're back in miyagi for the summer, you're constantly reminded of that fact bc like the good ol' times, he comes around to your place every so often.

(you struggle with the fact that you actually find him handsome after all these years of viewing him as just another younger brother. it's not that he was ever ugly to begin with, but it feels a little weird to be seeing him in a different light)

matsukawa, on the other hand, who always had the tiniest crush on you takes this very opportunity to finally do something about it. don't mind him as he continues to gravitate towards you whenever he visits hiro, always taking his time to have a conversation with you, always with a hand ghosting close to you. or when his thigh is pressed up against yours on the couch for movie nights, his body heat dizzying and comforting at the same time.

don't mind him, giving you his full attention whenever you speak, always taking your side regardless of whether you're right or wrong (much to the dismay of hiro). always bringing your favorites over because he loves the way your face light up, loves to see you enjoying his mother's food.

so don't mind him, when he's got your back pressed against the kitchen counter, effectively trapping you between the counter and his body, but not forcing himself on you. he's always attentive to you and your moods, so when you gingerly reaches out to place your hands on his shoulders and gives a little tug forward, he slowly leans down to meet your lips.

(don't mind him when he smiles into the kiss because he feels you reciprocate)

riding megumi until he cries. every breath he takes shaky and sharp because it hurts, his cock hurts so much, but he keeps bucking up into you, fat tears beading at his pretty lashes, begging you to stop. he can't keep up, he can't cum anymore, he feels like every nerve on his body is on fire and your walls are hugging him so tight and he can't stop you because it feels so good, hands weakly gripping at your hips. you're basically just grinding against him at this point, his swollen tip pushing at your gummy spot and you just wanna be greedy.

academic rival ! kei tsukishima who scored lower than you on a test by two points and his annoyance led him to the position you’re in now, hands held behind your back in one of his wrists, bent over a desk in an empty classroom, arguing through your orgasms as he promises he’s gonna fuck you dumb enough to forget the material so he gets a higher score than you next time.