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hi y’all I’m Sofia! I have not had an original thought since 2008 so this will mainly be reblogs. Please have your age in your bio! If you want to hear me spew more nonsense follow me on twitter!
Sorry, SOFIA
HI JAS!!!!!! How are ya babe??????
tobio is not very good at comforting you.
it's not that he doesn't try—it just doesn't quite come naturally to him. he wants to comfort you. wants to be helpful. but his tenderness is ungraceful; awkward, like wobbling steps on unpracticed legs.
"what would make you feel better?" he asks you with absolute sincerity. it's not a demand. it's not frustrated or churlish. it's earnest and gentle and guileless. that alone is enough.
you're tired. and still upset. but meeting tobio's gaze when he's looking at you so attentively already makes you feel a bit better than you had only moments before. you hum like you're mulling over his question (though he's already answered it himself.)
"i think i need..." you purse your lips in thought and tobio perks up, listening intently. "to kiss you a lot."
tobio blushes a little in the wake of your statement but nods, dipping in and pressing a kiss to your mouth. a peck. sweet and soft and brief. he pulls back, his eyes scanning your face, and his voice is quiet when he asks, "like that?"
you nod, craning into his space again like a tide is pulled to shore. you press another kiss to his cheek. "and like that—" you say, and then move to the other cheek "—and that—" each eyelid, his forehead, his nose, his jaw, his temples. on and on you go, pressing your lips to any bit of him that you can reach—stopping every so often to press another kiss to his lips for good measure.
somewhere in the fray, you're pulled up into tobio's lap and your hands cradle his cheeks between them to keep you steady. by the time you come up for air, both of you are breathless and a little dizzy, and though tobio's gaze is a little more heavy-lidded, the heartfelt concern is still warm behind his stare.
"do you feel better now?" he asks, his words a little rougher than before but still sweetened with his sincerity. still just as tender.
you laugh a little, tucking your face into the crook of his neck. "yeah, tobio. all thanks to you."
"been getting really into this car parking game lately."
you hum, applying another coat of cuticle oil to the pointer finger of your left hand. "what do you do?"
"park cars," rintarou replies, with unadulterated sincerity.
"you don't even know how to drive," you point out, looking up at where he's sprawled out on the sofa on the other side of the room, his cellphone held up over his face while he (presumably) parks cars.
"well if i'm as good at it in real life as i am in this game, i should book my test asap."
you snort. "rin you got car sick watching the last fast and the furious movie."
"that's because they go so fast," he whines, finally tearing his eyes away from the little screen in front of him to shoot you a wounded look. he scans over the nailcare products on the coffee table in front of you. "what are you doing?"
"just tidying up my nails," you answer.
"let me see," rintarou beckons you over and you crawl towards the sofa—while being mindful of your freshly oiled cuticles—to show him your hand. "you didn't paint them?" he asks, eyes flickering from your polish to your face.
"no, I don't have an appointment for another week. I was just cleaning them up so that the manicure lasts longer."
rintarou threads his fingers between yours. "want me to paint your toenails?"
"we both know you're the only one who gets any enjoyment out of that," you remark flatly, squeezing his hand to punctuate the sentiment. using his grip on your hand, he tugs you towards him, encouraging you up onto the sofa with him and shifting his body to accommodate you in his little corner of the couch.
"wanna watch me park cars, then?" he asks as you settle against his chest.
"alright vin diesel, show me what you've got—you better not get car sick though."
"...and then i was like 'hey IDIOT, as per my last email—"
"did'ja really call him an idiot?"
"well, no," you concede. "but I did point out that if he'd bothered to read the damn email I sent him a week ago, which i forwarded him again for emphasis, he wouldn't have missed the deadline he agreed to or asked me any of those stupid questions in the first place."
"you tell him, baby," osamu encourages you with a breathy laugh. you can hear the familiar clanking and clacking of the onigiri miya kitchen on his end of the phone call.
"i cc'd his boss too, for good measure," you go on to add, glancing at the clock in the corner of your desktop screen. it's late, meaning samu's probably doing prep for tomorrow at the restaurant now that it's all closed up for the night. you've still got your own work cut out for you too, before you'll be able to head home from the office—though the rest of your coworkers have long left for the day.
"serves him right," osamu remarks in agreement. "you home for the night, yet?"
How do Hoshina and Narumi compare in bed tho 👀
narumi makes you cum faster but hoshina makes you cum harder
dick from a kind man with a third leg
started watching Wind Breaker
Noticing a pattern that in most smutfic of Kita I've read is involving breeeding kink and it got me like "Huh guess rice seed isn't the only thing he'd plan to plant properly" (not that I'm complaining LOLOLOL also I easily got baby fever and just saw a baby kita fanart it's soooo)
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kita has definitely heard the old inarizaki crew talking about this kind of stuff when they all get together and have a few drinks. they're all adults. they're men. it's somewhat to be expected. though, for the most part, the boys leave him out it—even in their inebriated state recognizing that the crude conversation was below their beloved former captain—he still occasionally overhears the things they'd say.
but he honestly never really got it.
one night, gathered in an izakaya in the town they went to school in, atsumu is the one who finally asks the question—thanks, in no small part, to the half-dozen drinks he's already downed.
"kita-saaaan," atsumu slurs, leaning forward across the table with raised eyebrow. "what'er yers?"
"my what?" kita asks, having only been half-listening to the former second years' conversation while aran and omimi had been speaking at his side.
atsumu gets a little shifty-eyed, leaning in with a hand covering his mouth like he's telling a secret and doesn't want to be overheard (though the gesture is largely useless considering he conceals his mouth on the opposite side to where everyone else is seated.)
"y'know... yer kinks."
kita pauses.
been thinking a lot about being in the middle of a deranged miya sandwich lately. those boys don't act right
the thing that is so appealing (/appalling) abt yan miyas is there's this big, completely pathologically insane guy who's obsessed with you and you're like 'this is the worst thing that could ever happen to me' and then you turn around and THERE'S ANOTHER ONE EXACTLY LIKE HIM AND MAYBE EVEN WORSE
the itoshiverse thought from earlier was alpha rin fucking you within an inch of your life and then pacing around your room while you sleep it off because he doesn't know what to do with himself btw
gojo is so SO sad because his baby cries whenever he gets too close, immediately hiding behind you or burying his little face against you whenever his papa appears, all while you stifle your giggles under your palm. satoru is predictably distraught by this, and loudly laments the fact that he's hated by his own precious son. and you only make him suffer for a little while longer before you tell him that his baby is actually kind of obsessed with him—that you keep a picture of his obnoxiously handsome face on hand at all times just for baby, who falls asleep clinging to it on a regular basis—but is just shy because he likes him so much.
#12 Bokuto Koutarou🫸🏻🏐
all credits to the original artist @GMamka on X
actually .. i think sakura goes kind of crazy the first night you spend together. he just gets completely and totally lost in the heat of the moment, in the sounds your making, in the way you feel. he wants to be careful with you, and he is, but after a certain point—somewhere between the third and fourth round, he thinks—he just... lost it.
you wake up the morning after and find him sitting in the chair in the corner of your bedroom with his head in his hands, clearly beside himself with remorse. you can almost hear his vituperating internal dialogue from across the room.
"woah, you look like someone died."
sakura's head snaps up, his eyes wide as they find you peering at him from your place propped up on one elbow in your bed, but still tucked snugly underneath your soft sheets.
his lips part, like he's trying to say something, but nothing comes out. you watch as he repeats this motion two more times.
"s-sorry."
when he finally does manage to speak, the mumbled word is the last you're hoping to hear. he struggles to hold your stare, glancing off into the corner of your bedroom nervously. you sigh, flopping back against your pillows. you purse your lips as you stare up at your ceiling.
"that's a terrible thing to say to the girl you like after you sleep with her for the first time, y'know."
"You've never seen it?"
In spite of your incredulous tone, it's not actually that hard for you to believe that Sakura has never seen the movie currently advertised on the screen of your television—the promotional still splashed across the surface, waiting for you to either hit play or navigate onward to the next option in the seemingly endless (though often lacklustre) selection of media available for your ready consumption.
Sakura Haruka has not seen most movies, you've found out since the two of you started dating. Nor the shows you've asked about, but that's sort of par for the course. And forget about music or—heaven forbid—a podcast.
Sakura shakes his head a little, tipping his beer back towards his lips. He's not much of a drinker (that's another thing you've learned about him) and he's been nursing that one drink since you finished eating dinner and curled up in your living room to watch a movie a few hours ago. "I've heard the guys mention it."
"It's a classic," you remark, reaching for the remote. "We've gotta watch it."
Your eyes flicker to the screen of your cellphone, left largely abandoned on the coffee table, as it lights up with a notification. You don't care much about the text message, but the time does draw your attention.
NEED MORE SHOTO X PHYSICIST READER
their meet cute goes like this:
reader is an astrophysicist working at the planetarium (mainly doing research in the lab but also supporting the preparation of some of the programming for visitors) she's a bit of a mess. just very.... not type-a. type z, if you will.
shouto, tenko and bug regularly go on little adventures together (zoos, amusement parks, aquariums, museums, toy stores, playgrounds, etc.) because they are besties
on this particular day, reader is extremely sleep deprived and preparing for a big meeting where the planetarium is trying to secure more funding for the upcoming year, but just as she goes to print the last few documents she needs, the printer in the lab totally kicks the bucket. as a result, she has to go out to the "public" part of the planetarium and use the printer at guest services.
when she's out on the planetarium floor, a kid with an adhesive quirk SOMEHOW manages to crawl all the way up to the tippy top of the giant model jupiter they have in the to-scale solar system exhibit at the planetarium. the kid gets so scared, they lose control of their quirk and end up basically gluing themselves to the planet (lmfao)
WAIT NO, LETS TALK ABOUT SINGLE DAD IZUKU PLSSSSSSS
tenko's mother and izuku dated off and on for a while, but it wasn't a very healthy relationship. she had some issues that izuku tried his best to fix. izuku has a bad habit of seeking out partners who need him—who he can play saviour for. that's one of his issues. the couple was on one of their "breaks"—their longest ever, possibly permanent—when she found out she was pregnant.
tenko was born and things were good for a while, better than they'd ever been. but then they weren't. and eventually they separated, but still worked together to take care of baby tenko. it was working even if it wasn't perfect.
izuku had no idea what was coming that fateful wednesday afternoon when katsuki unexpectedly showed up at his door. izuku was still dressed in the suit he'd worn to work, and katsuki was in his hero costume with soot and grime streaked on his solemn face.
he didn't understand what his childhood friend was saying as he talked about an accident in the neighbourhood his ex was working in. couldn't figure out why katsuki was looking at him like that as he explained that the first responders did everything they could.