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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.”
mdni!! (゚ω゚)
satoru pauses in the middle of when you’re fucking to squeeze his eyes shut and thank whatever higher beings out there that he has a big dick.
because despite literally being born the strongest, he’d be damned if he couldn’t fuck you the way he does. he could handle living without the six eyes and limitless but not being able to fuck you correctly?? he’d rather drop dead on the spot.
he makes me so horny….. lord………
had a panic attack last night and was down all day today nd my mom picked me up from work earlier nd got me a new hello kitty plate set nd my brothers got me an album i wanted nd sushi wtf :(
Husband!satoru fingering you in front of a full-length mirror with his middle and ring finger. Purposely leaving his ring on the whole time.
You're in nothing but one of his oversized shirts, sitting on his lap while he goes about his "husbandly duty" as he puts it himself. The cold ridiculously expensive material of his ring coming into contact with your wet heat and sending shivers down your spine, he doesn't make it any easier for you to keep your composure with the way he teasingly traces your back.
Feather-light touches traveling down down down down, until he reaches the roundness of your ass, his fingers linger there teasingly –then back up up up up to meet your nape, he places a kiss there for good measure, making you jolt back and recoil back into him. Your back flush against his broad chest, just the way he likes you best.
His arm immediately finds its rightful place around your waist, bringing you impossibly closer. Satoru's fingers are still busy working you open on his lap. The wet squelching sounds serving as music to his ears.
When your moans become higher in pitch and louder in volume, he swiftly takes hold of your jaw and turns your face around to meet his lips in a messy, wet, open-mouth kiss. He swallows your moans with pleasure, smiling against your lips when you reach your peak and he can feel your climax all over his hand and thighs.
"Thats my girl, I got you baby.."
You go limp in his arm and his grin widens seemingly content, knowing that now, he gets to take care of you, knowing its his right alone is more addictive than any drug, nothing feels better than being your husband, nothing feels better than knowing you would choose him over and over again everytime, in any universe, in any reality.
A/n: not proof read as it is 5 am and i needed a break from studying so I wrote this down in like, half an hour or so--- I couldn't, plz let me know if you find any spelling mistakes, thank youuuu~~
A good friend group is one that can be confused for a polycule
AUGGGGH??? THANK YALL SM????? that’s a lot of ppl like i literally had 0 followers a couple months ago when i only read on this acct……. im so happy tysm for the support (о´∀`о)
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fragile by laufey
↺ |◁ II ▷| ♡
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.”
Contains: mentions of infantilization, dom/sub dynamics, praise kink, mommy kink, it's pretty freaky, lmao.
Suguru is most definitely the most devoted pleasure dom.
Suguru loves you in ways you can not begin to comprehend. He's so unimaginably gentle and sweet. His "let me take care of you" attitude doesn't waver one bit, doesn't let you lift a finger. You don't even have to beg for it but he does like when you do.
His favorite positions are ones where he can see your face, cow girl or mating press for example, loves having you on his lap, however he won't let you put in any effort, he's got enough muscle mass to manhandle you and move your hips for you, just let him <33
That being said, suguru does not like you down there, he should be the one taking care lf you with his mouth, not the other way around silly.
Will playfully threaten to spank you, but his preferred method of punishment is taking his sweet time with you in front of a mirror, but you'll have to work very hard to convince him to be even a tiny bit stern, he loves when you act like a spoiled little princess (chronic enabler) and would rather encourage it.
It's not sex with suguru if he's not constantly praising and cooing at your ear, it honestly gets embarrassing, calls you his precious baby in a sickening sweet tone, his sweet darling, his little sweetheart, his sweet thing emphasis on HIS. He's aware of how embarrassing it gets and relishes in your reactions. He HAS to infantilize you a little bit :((((
Not to be mistaken for humiliation!!!!!! Suguru will not be mean to you in the classic sense. The most he'll do is slightly mock and tease you, will definitely make you say what you want out loud. And coo at your shy little mumbles.
He loves having you cockwarm him completely nude on his lap while you suck on his fingers, his hands would be busy playing with your hair; patting your head; massaging your thighs or breast, or warming up your tummy, loves to gently kiss you on the crown of the head and rub his cheek against it. Bonus points if he has you watch yourself enter sub space on the mirror.
Aside from his fingers, the only thing you're allowed to suck on are his nipples, and god does he love that, call him mommy and he loses it. Needless to say, wishes he coule breastfeed
A huge fan of overstimulation, gives you several orgasms on purpose to have you completely limp and pliant in his arms for aftercare, you absolutely will NOT be wearing your own clothes afterwards either, get comfy in one of his shirts for easy access on the kitchen counter the next morning <33
for this challenge, you will be put in a humid bathroom after a hot shower and be forced to put on spandex workout clothes. you will have three inch acrylic nails as a handicap. you have five minutes, good luck.