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I think my decline happens when I stray too far from my tumblr acc

#cherrychatter

cashmakozume

tattoo artist! iwaizumi hajime x nail artist! reader

oh no! you own the nail salon next to iwaizumi's tattoo shop. what do we do? him!

my masterlist

warnings // reader is female im so sorry it just flowed out of me, swearing, mentions of drunk men, smoking, kys jokes, a gun, mentioned AI once but u need to understand i will never use it

cherriteaa

Wait im so hungry for this im starved for this actually

#recs #ok ignore how I accidentally reblogged like 3 times I just woke up yo

Mama

HELLO??

#inbox #cherrie-mail

lokissweater

miss pretty

{single dad!katsuki bakugo x kindergarten teacher f!reader}

summary: katsuki bakugo has never liked mess and always made sure his son and his life reflected just that. with years worth of a sparkling clean and organized home, toys put away and not once scattered about, and a barking knack over any calls of disorder in his life— meeting you, his sons sweet and sugary kindergarten teacher who was the definition of pure and who was for some reason turning his fiery heart into complete goo— was altering his boring strict cycles of no messes around… and for the better.

warnings: cursing, FLUFFF GALORE MY GAWD??, no smut but a lil steamy something, slight angst, afab!reader, katsuki thinks you are an ANGEL, sunshine x grumpy trope, mentions of abandonment, WHOLESOME AFFF, use of y/n, all characters are aged up.

word count: 11.4k

authors note: THIS MAKES ME WANT TO BE A MOTHERRRRR omg this one is sickeningly sweet and i’ve gotten a few requests to do sunshine x grumpy with sir katsuki and i WAS ALLL OVERRR ITTT i hope i fulfilled!!! <333 THANK YOU THANK YOU AS ALWAYS FOR ALL OF YOU BEING SOOO SWEETT TO MEEE I LOVE YOUUUU MWAAAHHH :] <33333

katsuki bakugo hated messes.

“oi!” he grunted, his son’s little head turning to look at him as he munched on his gummy fruit snacks from the backseat. “you better not leave that wrapper in here. take it outside with you when i drop you off.”

“kaaayyy!” his son dragged out happily, completely unphased by his dads snappy personality as he contemplated on which color fruit gummy to eat next.

“and wash your hands too. ask your teacher.”

“mhm!” he chirped.

“and don’t be a brat. pay attention.”

“yup yup!”

and for the most part, his life reflected that almost entirely— raising his son to always clean up after himself and not make bombastic huge messes around the house, begrudgingly understanding that he’s a small growing human, that a little spill of apple juice or two is basically guaranteed… but he just hated mess, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t raise his son right to be a clean and organized man even at five years old— katsuki keeping everything in his life practically spotless.

that was of course, until he met you.

cherriteaa

In back rereading this fic again it’s so addictive

moonbeamwritings

Osamu starts calling you sweetheart well before the two of you get together. The endearment is never patronizing, sometimes teasing, and always affectionate.

It’s “Sweetheart, ‘m so glad yer here!” when you stop by Onigiri Miya, spoken like just the sight of you crossing the threshold is enough to ease the tension in his shoulders and soften the furrow of his brow.

It’s “You alright, sweetheart?” when you’ve had one too many drinks on a night out. You’re wobbly on your feet, a little doe-eyed as your hand rests in the crook of his elbow to steady yourself. It’s so cute Osamu can’t help but flush, the heat creeping up to the very tips of his ears.

It's "C'mon, sweetheart, ya know 'm right!" when the twins put you in the middle of another one of their arguments, Osamu cajoling you into see things his way.

And when he finally decides to confess, to cross that line from friends into something more, the endearment is as smooth as butter, dripping with years of love gone unspoken. “I wanna be yours, sweetheart.”

evamame

osamu has gotten soft around the edges.

his arms are bigger now, full from all of the food he’s been “test” eating for the restaurant. carrying sacks of rice all day keeps them toned, but now you can pinch his skin when you want his attention and bury your head in the crook of his arm comfortably when you're cuddling. his hugs are all the more warmer, too. the extra fat makes him your personal heater when it’s too cold at night and neither of you want to get up to turn the ac off. his stomach is more pudgy, enough that he’s softer to lay on, but you can still run your hand over the now slightly less defined ripples of his abs.

and he’s also gotten softer for you, or at least atsumu strongly thinks so whenever osamu visits home. “you've gotten soft, 'samu. you’re always gushing over your girlfriend!” he'd say, ruffling his twin's hair as he's got him in a headlock. osamu can't bring himself to deny it. if it means loving you better, what does a little extra skin do to him?

He made me bagels and a chocolate muffin

Fortnite?

YES IF UR FINE WITH IT BEING LATE

HAI HAI!!

MY ACCOUNT IS FINALLY WORKING AGAIN! ^-^

HIIII MY GOAT

#inbox #cherrie-mail

dreamermonica

cw; gender neutral! reader, sfw with a sprinkle of winkwink, basically just a smooch from qiuyuan aha

For a man without eyesight, QIUYUAN can do a lot of things.

He can pierce the hearts of his enemies with ease, cook meals without batting a lid, discern both familiar and unfamiliar surroundings in an instant, read your emotions better than any man with two working eyes could ever hope to — you get the gist of it. He fares just like any other person.

You wouldn’t have known he was blind, really, not unless you looked close. Not unless curiosity got the better of you and you finally asked about his eyes — those elusive, cloudy things that never seemed to look directly at you, no matter how hard you tried to catch them.

(“What? You’re telling me you’ve been blind this whole time?”

He does not reply.

You were about to ask how a man who cannot see could cultivate such precise swordsmanship, until you remember something from a distant past.

“But you mentioned I had a fair face during our first meeting.”

He does not elaborate.

“... You have no sight and now you can’t speak?”

He does not make an excuse.)

And in that manner, you truly think it is strange.

For all his practiced, almost perfect ways of adapting to a life of a blind man, for all the subtle precision of his movements and the effortless grace that makes everyone else look clumsy — Qiuyuan always, always, seems to forget where your lips are each time he leans in to humor you with a kiss.

You like to think you know enough that you are not oblivious. In fact, you are well aware of how his forte functions in relation to his surroundings, having been… loved a lot… by him, yet this does not placate your confusion.

Qiuyuan is sharp and concise in everything he does. He never wastes time. He never rushes either. Every movement of his is deliberate, efficient. Most details are trivial to him; he only cares about the things that matter to wandering swordsmen — sharpening their blades, bathing in rivers, mending their coats by the firelight. He may notice everything, even the things in between, yet very rarely does he make them his business.

(Thinking about it, you recall the time he mentioned he liked the frequencies of your bold personality, that or it was the smell of your virtues. What did he mean by this?)

All in all, why would kissing you be any different?

If anything, he seems to take his time with it — tracing the ridge of your eyebrows, brushing the faint frown between them, mapping the moles scattered across your cheeks and neck as if they were constellations he needed to memorize. His fingers trail the bridge of your nose, linger at your lashes, circle your cheekbones in slow, unhurried motion, before resting the pad of his thumb on your bottom lip.

Your entire being feels like it’s on fire.

Qiuyuan is sharp and concise. He never wastes time. So what is he doing?

“Your thoughts,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that slides under your skin. “I sense chaos within it. Do you want to share?”

His eyes — that muted gray, misty and distant, as if trapped in a perpetual haze — are directed right at you. And for some reason, it's now you who can’t maintain eye contact. You look everywhere but him, at the stars stitched into the sky, at the restless trees swaying with the wind — anything to forget the feeling of the feather-light pressure of his thumb on your lip.

“D-don’t look at me like that.” You stutter against your will.

“I can’t see, nor look,” he replies evenly. “I am simply facing where a threat looms.”

Like lightning, your eyes are on him immediately, raising a brow at him. “What threat?”

He chuckles, rare and quiet, and your stomach flips at the sound. “That’s what it takes for you to look at me. Interesting.”

You glare, half annoyed, half flustered. “Qiuyuan, what are you trying to say?”

“Your temperament is truly a wonder I can never hope to comprehend,” he dismisses your glare like he always does — calmly, playfully, infuriatingly — and leans closer still. His breath ghosts across your cheek. “Do you not like it when I let my hands wander?”

He already knows what's bothering you. Of course he does.

Yet that tone teasing, deliberate — to make innuendos is not like him. Againt your better judgement, it sends heat curling through your chest, fueling the warmth of your face. Still, you force yourself to stay on track, to pretend you’re not already melting under his touch.

(You’d let him do anything he wanted to do to you, you realize with a dangerous clarity.)

“You always touch my face like that before you kiss me,” you say quietly. “Why is that?”

He pauses. Not long, but long enough for you to feel the shift in the air between you.

“Back when we first met, I did not lie when I called your face fair.”

You blink, unsure whether to laugh or fall apart. He senses your confusion, and treads further.

“Is it not right for me to appreciate it,” he adds, “now that we are much closer?”

When he leans in again, it is slow and unhurried. The air grows still, heavy with something unspoken. You can feel the warmth of him, close enough that your breaths tangle in the space between.

His hand moves slightly, fingers brushing against your jaw, lingering like a phantom.

The rest happens somewhere between thought and sensation. A shift forward, the briefest contact, so light you might have imagined it — and then stillness, a silence that hums louder than any sound could.

You do not move. Neither does he. And yet something in you has already unraveled.

For a man without eyesight, Qiuyuan can do a lot of things.

He can fight, cook, survive — even sense the smallest flicker of thought that crosses your mind.

But kissing you into a puddle of madness?

That, you think faintly, as his fingers slide into your hair and his lips tilt into a small, all-knowing smile against yours — might just be your favorite of all.

And perhaps, might just be his too.

i woke up this morning to megumi by my side. In case you were wondering, yes he is my boyfriend. Made me breakfast too.

When I left for work my gas tank was full. Now I need to give him 3 mega thank you's.

I’m crying thank you for the update goat

What did he make u for breakfast

#inbox #cherrie-mail #anon

tomiokasangel

ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴛᴡɪɴᴇᴅ

ft. Muzan Kibutsuji, Kokushibō, Dōma, & Akaza

X reader

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Plot: You sit beside dangerous and powerful men and touch them like they might break. A hand in their hair is a mistake they can’t stop.

Setting: KNY universe

A/n: Thank you for your request! I love writing some fluffy content about my faves. I want cuddles with Dōma next. 🖤

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polaroidsex

ᓚᘏ𑄝 suguru geto can not sleep unless his face is buried between your tits

you’re propped against the headboard scrolling aimlessly when the mattress dips for the third time in ten minutes.

suguru doesn’t even pretend to be subtle anymore.

he slides down, long limbs folding around you like he’s claiming his territory, and before you can even set your phone aside his face is already pressing between your breasts with the same i’m-so-tired sigh. his breathe hits your skin. warm exhale then slow inhale. arms locking around your middle like he’s afraid the pillows might stage a coup and steal his spot.

you let thirty full seconds pass in amused silence.

“…suguru.” you whine followed by muffled grunt, he doesn’t move.

“you’re doing the thing again.”

he turns his head just enough that his cheek squishes against soft skin, voice thick and drowsy. “what thing. there’s no thing. i’m just… resting my eyes.”

“with your whole face.” you bite a smile.

“it’s ergonomic.”

you snort, fingers familiarly finding the silky strands at his nape. “you said that last week. and the week before. and also yesterday when you literally motorboated me in your sleep.”

“that was a dream,” he mutters instantly. “you can’t hold dream actions against me. that’s unfair trial rules.”

“you were awake when you rolled over and chose violence against my sternum at 2 a.m.”

“coincidence. gravity. magnetic north. pick one, baby.”

you tug lightly on his hair. not enough to hurt—just enough to make him huff in protest.

“you’re ridiculous.”

“you’re cozy,” he counters without missing a beat. his voice has gone softer now, the edges blurring into that rare, unguarded register he only lets out when he’s half-asleep and too tired to keep all his walls standing. “and warm. and you smell like that vanilla body cream you think i don’t notice you reapplying before bed.”

your heart does a stupid little flip. traitor.

“…you’re still denying it though.”

he finally lifts his head, just barely. dark hair falls across his face, one sleepy eye cracking open to peer up at you like you’ve personally offended him.

“there is nothing to deny,” he says with exaggerated dignity. “i simply… prefer this elevation for optimal REM cycle alignment. it’s science.”

“uh-huh.” you slide both hands into his hair now, scratching gently at his scalp the way you know makes his eyelids flutter. sure enough, they do. “science.”

he melts, visibly relaxing on your skin. his shoulders dropping, body going heavy and liquid against yours like warm wax. the smug little “hmph” he tries to make comes out more like a contented purr.

“you love it,” you whisper, teasing.

he doesn’t answer right away.

instead he turns his face back into your chest, presses the softest, slowest kiss right over your heartbeat like he’s answering in morse code and murmurs so quietly you almost miss it:

“…maybe.” he mutters one word, a small whisper that’s barely there. but it’s the closest he’s ever come to admitting anything.

you smile into the dark, wrap both arms around his shoulders, and pull him closer.

“go to sleep, baby.”

he already is, breathing slow and even, lashes fanned against your skin, one hand curled loosely around your waist.

you place a kiss on top of his head and suguru geto? the self-proclaimed strongest, most aloof curse-user in existence, sleeps like a contented housecat with his face buried exactly where he wants it.

you’ll tease him again in the morning. but tonight tonight he gets to win.

lokissweater

miss pretty

{single dad!katsuki bakugo x kindergarten teacher f!reader}

word count: 11.4k

katsuki bakugo hated messes.

“kaaayyy!” his son dragged out happily, completely unphased by his dads snappy personality as he contemplated on which color fruit gummy to eat next.

“and wash your hands too. ask your teacher.”

“mhm!” he chirped.

“and don’t be a brat. pay attention.”

“yup yup!”

that was of course, until he met you.

cherriteaa

This is actually the cutest thing I’ve ever read

#Reading this on my period lowkey bawling my eyes out #LOL #bakugo x reader #katsuki x reader #mha x reader

ryoride

ꮼ smothering fratboy!sukuna in your lipstick is so romantic.

ᦸ show him all your affections & show him off.

art by @/hunnismokah

"Baby—jesus—baby." Sukuna groaned as yet another kiss was pressed to his jaw, rolling his eyes playfully as you pulled back to apply another shade of lipstick. "When I said you could mark your territory, I didn't mean like this."

The nth kiss in a matter of minutes was promptly pressed to his jawline.

"It's not my fault you look so pretty like this."

"No, it is. It definitely is." He sighed, hands caressing your hips almost reverently as you pulled back to stare at him.

"Hmm. No, I have to thank your parents for giving you your face next time I see em." You mumbled, leaning down to press a tender kiss to his lips, before smothering his cheeks in kisses.

"ACK! Baby!" He squeaked, gripping your hips tighter as you pulled back to apply more lipstick... again. "You're killing me here, woman."

He hates how pretty you look like that, straddling his hips, pinning him down, making it obvious whose boyfriend he is.

"Sooo pretty, Ryo. That's all I'm seeing." You hummed against his cheek, pulling back. "Such a pretty boy."

"You tell anyone I let you call me that I will DENY it." He hissed, wrenching an arm around your waist, crushing you against his chest.

"Yes, yes. My big, tough, scary man. How dare I call you pretty?" You mused, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

"I am big, tough, scary, and menacing." He grunted, kissing your temple. "I'll have you know, people on campus are scared of me."

"Yes, I'm well aware." Your lips found his again. "My big, tough man."

"Damn straight." He huffed, chasing after your lips to press quick kisses against you.

laaevion

Boom done

dilucsdeactivated-deactivated20

;w; im thinking about some genshin men being sweetly playful with you…

Diluc who will hide in the vineyards waiting for you to pass by as you call out for him, grabbing you at the waist in his strong arms to spin you around, and laughing against your neck with kisses as you squeal.

Alhaitham who will act like he’s asleep on the daybed in his home, book opened and laying on his chest. When you lean down to kiss his forehead, he grabs your cheeks with his palms and holds you in place to kiss you, while you laugh and swat his chest for faking his nap.

Wriothesley who will walk gallantly by your side as you make rounds with him in the Fortress, but will glance around so that he can reach over and pinch your bottom and chuckles at your startled jump, then slides an arm around your waist to keep you close.

Childe who will take you ice skating with him and holds your hands, promising not to let you fall, laughs when you get a bit nervous and pulls you along with him, showing you how to twirl on the ice in his arms and kisses your cheeks while you giggle.

Flins who will stand quietly and still in the lighthouse and waits for you to come in to call for him, staying silent until you round the corner and he’s standing there with a pleased little smile as you shriek, but leans down to kiss your knuckles in apology for being such a trickster.

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