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Me reading Chainsaw Man: damn, Fujimoto is so good at writing compelling female characters, how does he do it

Fujimoto: women are evil and scary and they want to cut off my dick

thinking abt suguru taking care of u while ur sick………

he’s so caring and doting by nature, so he’s so quick to get you the medication and food you need to make a speedy recovery!! he’s supplying you with so many tissues and blankets and is texting you literally every second of the day if he absolutely has to leave you to take care of something… overall a 10/10 nurse, would get sick again!!!

but, your sickness does not curb his clinginess. at all. if anything, he gets even more clingy despite the risk of him catching the bug that you have.

he’s cuddling close to “warm you up”, seating you on his lap while spoon feeding you whatever he made you, he’s even pressing kisses to your lips after you take your medicine to “get that nasty taste out of your mouth” (and don’t even try to protest because “he’ll get sick”, it’ll only cause him to slip his tongue into your mouth with that stupid smirk on his face while you’re speaking. nasty nasty man.)

he even offers to help you sweat out your fever after you gain a bit of strength!! how sweet!!!! ^^;

was just thinking (and got all flustered and extremely giddy about it) of how Suguru "subtly" croons away a "pestering" clerk (who, mind you, was simply just doing his job.....and perhaps had a keen eye for you, who thought your were gorgeous and single and Suguru is very perceptive of these things really and that is such a turn on.....) who tries to help try on some shoes you had picked out.

but Suguru wasn't having it. he wasn't too fond of some other man trying to weasel his way onto his stunning wife. so he does what he thought was the most crucial and logical thing to do. looms over the guy with a piercing death stare and shoves him out of the way with a ticking pulled smile on his face.

"I'm sorry I took so long my love, here, let me help you" and he just nudges his way past the gawking clerk, watching the way your adoring, tender husband, gets on one knee before you and begins to sensually remove your current shoes off with the new one that had caught your eye. languid, warm supple fingers diligently trace up and down along the slope of your smooth leg as he peers over his right shoulder to a shifting clerk, now clearly uncomfortable and nervous. clearly walking away from the intimate display between husband and wife.

you would roll your pretty eyes with a low scoff, carding your left hand through the soften tresses of obsidian, making him look up at you with a knowing glare.

"Really Suguru? felt threatened about a shoe clerk?" you would mock, feeling him turn into your hand and delicately kiss your wrist, trailing his soften eyes back onto yours with a cheeky smile.

"Threatened? never. simply giving him obvious signs that you are my beautiful, faithful wife? yes" you chuckle lightly, tenderly biting your lower lip as you feel his hands finally lace up the last strap of the heel on your leg and gradually smooth upward to your upper thigh.

"You're so lucky I find you sooo undeniably attractive when you show me off to others that I'm yours, Sugu" you halt his sly motions with the tip of your heeled toes against his lap, nudging close in between his legs. he simply shimmies a subtle shaky chortle, imminent eye contact still lingered onto you with a daring look.

i luv them sm they make me cry

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Unskippable Bathroom Cutscene

Pairing: Shigaraki Tomura x gn!reader

Genre: smut

Content: forcing Tomura to take a hygene break while he games and making it worth his while~

♤Warnings: soft!dom!reader, handjob, some nipple play, anal fingering w/o lube, Tomura is a lil masochist but a good boy <3 ♤

A/n: was a lil tipsy while picking the title lmao

~ 1,9k words ~ MDNI | MHA Masterlist

You scowl, still hearing Tomura talk into his mic, relentless on this video game he's been obsessed with for the better part of a month. You told him to shower at least five times now, but your stubborn boyfriend is still glued to his screen, probably not even thinking about his real-life responsibilities of owning a body with severe eczema. A sigh escapes your lips as you walk into his gaming room, interrupting his session once more.

"Baby," your voice has lost its sliver of patience, sterner now, although it doesn't seem to bother Tomura, his attention still on the computer despite your hand pulling one side of his headset off. "You still haven't showered, have you?"

He presses his lips together, the scar over them flexing along. His eyes shift momentarily to you, gracing you with only a second of attention, almost shielded by his wavy strands. He shakes his head, not even offering a verbal response before his fingers continue their restless assault on the controller.

That's enough, you decide, now taking the headset off his head and push his controller out of his hands and onto the desk. "Tomu. I'm not telling you again, go take a shower now."

His brows furrow, fingers quickly grasping to at least save his game. Tomura leans back in his chair, letting out an annoyed groan without looking at you. "Don't wanna."

"Don't care," you mock his grumpy tone, patting his shoulder. Your eyes scan over his slumped form, realizing you're way too whipped for this man. "I'll draw you a bath, how about that?" you suggest, leaning in to kiss his pouty cheek.

"Whatever," Tomura grumbles, irritated his game abruptly ended and not really caring how this annoying task of self-maintenance will be carried out. His attitude is endearing and you can't help a small scoff as you ruffle his long hair.

"If I see you back on that game, I'll confiscate the controller," you warn him before walking to the bathroom.

The tub is filled with remedies for Tomura's skin, smelling pleasantly smooth. He's next to you already, eyes droopy and shoulders sagged. Seems like a few minutes away from the computer made this boy realize just how tired he is.

"C'mon, get undressed, baby," you coax, your eyes gentle as you take in his tired form. The exhaustion is entirely his fault, but that doesn't stop you from feeling bad for him. Your hands reach out to the hem of his shirt, offering to help him out.

He silently lets you, first his shirt, then his pants. You have to refrain from staring at his beautiful naked body, trustingly on display for you alone. Your hand trails over his spine as he sinks into the water, moaning at the warmth engulfing him, his body leaning against the back of the bathtub. You roll your sleeves up while crouching down behind him, arms wrapping around his neck loosely.

"Feel nice?" you murmur close to his ear, your eyes occupied by how pretty he looks, the slightly foamy water encasing his pale skin.

Tomura hums, his eyes closing as he leans his head back. Of course - you knew he'd enjoy this once he's actually in the water, the same pattern repeating whenever you have to force your pretty boyfriend to take care of himself. Your hands dip into the water, gently wetting his shoulders, fingers ghosting over sensitive skin.

You take your time massaging his body, wash along his shoulders and sore scratched neck, over and under his arms, his chest, and tummy as far as you can reach. Your mouth is occupied with the small kisses you trail along his cleaned neck, tasting leftover bitterness of soap. Tomura is pliant under your touch, his throat releasing approving little noises, head rolling to the side to give you more access.

"You look so pretty, baby," you coo into his ear, smirking at the obvious shiver that runs down his spine. He bites his lip, successfully suppressing a small whine. Your hands keep wandering under the water, almost without your permission, feeling each centimeter you can reach. You get lost in the feeling of his skin so soft and pliant and wet underneath your fingertips with the water engulfing your arms in pleasant warmth.

You know your boyfriend's body by heart and pick up the subtle signs of neediness like a wolf sniffing out its prey. There's a roused grin pulling at your lips, your hands caressing his lower tummy, fingers reaching dangerously far. Tomura inhales sharply, his body shifting under your possession, satisfyingly letting the water ripple against the tub's edge.

"Y/n," he whispers, his tone having switched from innocent appreciation to something more suggestive, an underlying invitation hiding behind your hushed name.

"Yes, my sweet boy?" you coo in response, teeth grazing the outer shell of Tomura's ear. You watch his hand curling to a first on his thigh, practicing learned self-restraint.

"Want you."

"But I'm right here, baby," you can't hide the obvious grin in your voice, eyes fixed on his side profile, enjoying each and every reaction to your teasing. Tomura closes his eyes, brows cutely furrowed. You both know you're aware of what he wants, but teasing Tomura when he's worn out and needy is one of your favorite things.

Your hand wanders back upward, finding his bony chest, instinctively circling his sensitive nipple. The action earns you a pretty gasp, Tomura's torso arching into your touch, lips pouty with usual defiance.

"Want you to touch me," he corrects his earlier statement, voice whiny but with its usual aloof undertone. You chuckle against his neck as you resume your kisses there, claiming you're already touching him.

Your stubbornness to follow his request makes Tomura huff with frustration, his hand twitching to just make you fist his hardened cock, but he refrains. Something about your gentle voice and touch makes him want to obey, makes him want to deserve you. Another gasp splits his lips when your fingers pinch at his chest, his body jerking with electricity, hand finally coming up to carefully grasp your wrist.

You release his nipple from your fingers, eyes fixed on Tomura's face once again. You move your hand and he releases it easily, eyes innocent when you turn his chin towards you. His red gaze meets yours, a fog of want clouding his vision, his pretty face flushed from the heat of the bath and the sin your fingers brought upon his insides. You smirk before leaning in, kissing his scarred lips.

Tomura's breath stumbles under your advance, his shoulders visibly relaxing, body leaning towards you, begging for more of you, and you can't help but want to indulge him. His chin is released from your hold, the touch of your hand now slowly treading downwards, feeling the tremble of his muscles with each centimeter they traverse.

He gasps when your finger trails along the dip where his thigh meets his hip, exploring further until you're sprawled along the inside of his thigh. He's eager, too eager for self-control, and therefore can't stop his body from jerking to the side, trying to get you to make contact with his pulsating goin.

You dart your tongue out, licking between his lips before pulling away, met with the rewarding look of Tomura's glistening lips and flushed cheeks, his eyes hooded. "You're being awfully good right now, sweetheart," you muse, finally lifting your hand from his thigh, palm engulfing the warm tip of his dick, "almost makes me want to forget about earlier."

His defiance about taking a shower still hangs fresh in your memory, but when he's being this pliant, this cute with those adorable lips that part for the prettiest moan when you squeeze his cock, it's hard to dwell on it. Tomura's eyes cast downwards, always turned on by seeing you touch him, and watch his own body react to the pleasure.

You lazily stroke along his length while beginning to leave small kisses over his shoulder again, sucking on the gentle skin ever so often. Your fingers are still greedy, needing to feel more of him, needing to make him feel more. Your other hand makes its way down his body too, trailing along the opposite side, into the water, and over his thigh.

“Spread your legs, baby," you coo against his skin, your hand following the crease of his inner thigh downwards, "that's it, Tomura. Wider."

He whines while obliging, making way for your touch to find his entrance, rubbing against it teasingly. He arches his back, shoulder pushing slightly upwards with the motion for you to rest your chin on it and watch him fondly. His brows are furrowed, gaze still cast downwards, observing your hands working him, little gasps making his Addams apple bob cutely.

"Want me inside you?" you murmur, smirking at his hitching breath and how he pushes his hips downwards, already eager without having found the response to your question in his head.

"Please~" he moans, the sound whiny and erotic and impossible to resist. It must be painful without lube, but that only makes your boyfriend moan louder when you push the tip of your index into him.

Your other hand tightens its strokes, thumb continuously caressing his sensitive tip with added pressure. Tomura averts his eyes, laying his head back against the bathtub, letting his moans flow freely, hips twitching in your hold ever so often. You move your head closer to his again, allowing him the extra affection of small kisses trailing along his jaw.

"You can come whenever you want, sweetheart."

Tomura inhales sharply, another deep moan rolling over his tongue, his eyes closed in bliss. Your finger thrusts into him ever so often, careful not to press too far without any lubrication. His thighs tense deliciously under the water, shifting, desperate to close around the pleasure, but Tomura remains a good boy and keeps them open for you, despite the concentration it requires.

The muscles in his abdomen start tensing, announcing his oncoming orgasm routinely. His moans turn to pretty little gasps, filling the bathroom along with the sound of sloshing water, his hips jerking almost rhythmically into your fist. Your teeth very carefully graze along his neck, aware of the broken skin - equally aware of his knack for pain. He whines loudly his hands gripping his thighs tight enough to make the flesh turn white before his cock finally stutters out an orgasm.

White ropes mist the water, squirting from his shaft in cute little spurts, Tomura's eyes shut tight as he lets the feeling consume his body, ripple through every cell, and hollow out his mind. Your hand slows as you watch him come, enjoying the sight more than anything. Caught up in the moment, Tomura barely notices when you pull your digit out of him, hand soothingly stroking his thigh under the water to slowly wander up and caress his chest.

His cock isn't released from your grasp, continuing to stimulate him even as his orgasm subsides, the cutest choked whines erupting from him at the slight overstimulation, but his warm cheeks and wanting thrusts betray how good he feels. You tilt his chin towards you, kissing him deeply while keeping up the light strokes, swallowing every gasp.

"Want another one, baby?"

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fragile by laufey

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tenko shimura x reader

“mist stop w all of the domestic bliss drabbles!” NO!!!!!! n e ways here’s post rehabilitation tenko :)

cw’s!!: gn! reader, bathing together (nonsexual), not canon compliant!! (he’s in rehab and staying w UR family :]), he is so emotionally constipated i luv him, andddd i think that’s it!! ^.^

wc: 673

“are you sure this is okay?” tenko’s voice is soft from his spot behind you. there’s a quiet sound of the lukewarm — not either of your preferences for temperature, but it was better for his skin — water sloshing when he shifted to hook his chin over your shoulder, his rough cheek lightly brushing against yours.

you know why he’s asking that, but you act oblivious. “it’s late, i’m sure my family doesn’t mind us hogging the bathroom while they’re asleep.” his arms unconsciously tighten around your middle.

“no, like-“ he lets out a small huff, cutting off his own words. it sounds like he’s about to drop the topic altogether just because he can’t find the right words, but he continues. you’re happy he’s learning to grow out of that habit.

“is this okay…? staying here, i mean.”

“tenko, my family really likes you.” he falters.

“i don’t understand how they could…”

“because i love you, so they love you too.”

his lips pull into a small frown at that.

“they can’t just ignore what i’ve done, they’d be stupid to do that.” there’s a lilt of irritation behind his words but you know better than to take it personally.

“they’re not ignoring what you’ve done. they trust you, tenko.” there’s always this annoying adoration in your voice whenever you say his new (old?) name that he has to stop himself from snapping back at. it’s not that he disliked it — not at all — but it just… didn’t make sense to him. it made him feel oblivious, like you were keeping a secret from him despite how vocal your praise always was.

you sigh softly when his brows furrow, your hand coming up to gently smooth out the familiar little wrinkle between them.

“they trust us.” you reiterate.

“well they shouldn’t.”

you raise a brow at that.

“why not?”

his lips pull into an unconscious little pout (a habit you didn’t dare bring to his attention even after all of these years. not out of fear of him getting angry — out of fear of him forcing the small vulnerability away).

“because obviously i’m still evil and you have some sort of weird stockholm syndrome that you refuse to acknowledge.” you have to bite back a laugh at his sudden petulance.

“no, baby, i don’t have any sort of stockholm syndrome.”

“see.” he grumbles, clearly convinced by his own astute observations.

you can’t fight the small snicker that leaves you at that, but you decide to humor him for a moment.

“alright, so i have stockholm syndrome. how exactly are you still evil?”

he thinks on your question for a second.

“i’m mean and antisocial and i dusted your brothers game controller the other day…” your smile grows.

“and i still hate heroes and i-” he continues for a moment only to stop when he sees the widening smile on your face. god, you’re so irritating…

“what?” he grits out, unable to hide the small flush on his face. he’d blame it on the steam from the lukewarm bath later.

“no, nothing.” his eyes narrow in suspicion.

“really, tenko, it’s nothing.” a small laugh laces your words when he continues glaring at you. he doesn’t say anything, expecting you to fold and tell him what’s on your mind with just a look (you would, of course. neither of you were known for having strong resolves against each other).

“it’s just…” you pause, contemplating how to word your thoughts.

“… you’re human, tenko. last time i checked there’s nothing evil about that.”

he pauses, considering your words for a long moment. he’s human. he has preferences and flaws and makes mistakes because he’s human — not because he’s evil. it’s common sense but it still takes him aback for some reason. how irritating.

he brings up his hand from under the water, pressing his wet palm to your cheek to push your face away from his flushed one.

“that’s a stupid thing to say.” is the only thing he says in response. you smile.

“i know.”

stoned nd thinking abt toji rn mmmmmmfffffffff

mdni!! ( ´ ▽ ` )

oughhh thinking abt choso sucking strap. oughhhhhh

cw’s: gn! reader (reader is afab), (very light) dacryphilia, mentions of drool/spit/gagging and uhhh i think that’s it!! ^^

he was a little confused by your proposition at first but he agreed quickly after you explained. if it was something that would make you feel good why would he say no?

“so it’s just… the same way you do it to me?” his voice is soft when he speaks, his hands lightly running over the skin of your thighs as if trying to ground himself just by touching you. he looks so small from this position, on his knees while not-so subtly eyeing the piece of silicone fixed to your pelvis. it was… strange. different. but he couldn’t bring himself to really mind it. if the way his cock was already twitching in his pants said anything, you would say he was just as excited as you were.

you nod in response, bringing a hand up to graze over his jaw. he looks up at you with the small touch, so attentive and hyperaware of every one of your actions. “take it as slow as you need, cho. i don’t want you to overwhelm yourself.” you reminded him gently. he had a habit of getting overexcited and — as endearing as it was — it usually ended with you having to force him to slow down so he could have a chance to recover. cute, but you were worried about him hurting himself in this specific scenario.

“i’ll be careful.” he reassured you, his voice a hoarse whisper as his eyes drifted back down to your strap-on. his movements were careful when he brought a hand up to wrap around the base of your cock, his eyes wide and watching your reactions as his tongue tentatively kitten-licked around the tip. the heady look you were giving him must’ve given him more confidence because soon enough he was wrapping his lips around the silicone of your dick, the tip tapping against the inside of his cheek while he practiced the shallow back and forth motion that had sent his eyes rolling to the back of his head whenever you did it to him.

you hadn’t even realized your hand had moved to rest at the top of his head until his eyes had met yours, snapping you out of the small daze you had fallen into. he looked so pretty, so desperate for your approval even when his mouth was filled with your cock. he made sure to keep his motions slow as he took you deeper and deeper, allowing his throat to adjust to the new intrusion. his hands unconsciously gripped at your thighs, the pads of his fingers creating small divots in the plush skin while he took you deep enough for the tip of his nose to kiss! against the bottom of your tummy.

he held that position, his eyes desperately searching yours for approval while his nose remained smushed against your pelvis. you moved your hand to push his bangs back, a soft groan leaving you when you saw the tears dotting his lashline. “doin’ so good, cho. look so pretty takin’ my dick down your throat.” you swore you could feel the way his throat constricted around the silicone when he let out a small whimper at your words, a breathy curse leaving your lips at the deep, almost shocking warmth that filled your stomach.

you almost whined when you saw him start to move again, your head falling back in an attempt to get away from the sinful view in front of you so you could catch your breath. you could feel everything if you focused hard enough. the tight warmth of his throat, the soft vibrations of his moans when you gripped at his hair, the way his throat tightened with every small gag and bob of his head.

“fuck my throat.” his hoarse little whisper cut through your thoughts, his hands holding an almost bruising grip on your thighs. you could only breathe out a small, dumb “huh?” before he repeated himself. “fuck my throat, please… wanna know how it feels when i do it to you.” his hands massaged your thigh like he was trying to persuade you to say yes (as if you’d ever say no to an offer like that).

you nodded eagerly as soon as his words registered in your dazed brain, your breath hitching when he started taking you down his throat again. you let him readjust before starting with slow, shallow thrusts. you had to get used to the new rhythm just as much as he had to get used to the new sensation, but the both of you got the hang of it quickly.

your moans were unrestrained when you started speeding up your movements, choso’s teary eyes and soft gags as he struggled to take you sending you practically hurdling towards the edge. “gonna cum, cho… gonna fill up your pretty throat with my cum.” your words were strained and desperate, your thrusts becoming more and more sloppy as that warmth in your stomach finally unraveled. you threw your head back in a silent scream as your hips pushed forward, your tip bumping against the back of choso’s throat. everything felt warm and deep and oh-so intense, your hips rhythmically spasming as you came down from your high.

you pulled out of your boyfriends throat, your lips forming a small o when you saw the trail of saliva that connected his lips to the silicone. your hand moved to cup his cheek, lightly guiding him to look at you. “you okay, cho? was i too rough?” your voice was hazy from your orgasm but your eyes studied him as intently as you could manage.

he nodded meekly, his hands folded in his lap and pressed against his aching cock.

poor baby… might as well return the favor, right?

♥︎: fluff ♡: angst ☆: suggestive ★: smut

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