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[kitacore]

𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 + 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 + 𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐈

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[m-ariii]

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[kitacore]

xd.. the creatures..

[mitraoki]

hi! yesterday i found a lil birdie on the street and gave me an idea for a fic

ushijima x reader pre timeskip, where you dont know each other, one day ushijima ask for your help, he has a box, he asks about taking care of a baby bird and then shows the baby to you, and its so cute cause he is a gentle giant but he keeps his serious face, then you take care of the birdie together as days pass, and when lil birdie can finally fly and you release it back to nature he asks you outლ⁠(⁠^⁠o⁠^⁠ლ⁠)

little sparrow. (ushijima wakatoshi x gn! reader)

note; helloooo! i am so so so sorry this took forever... it's been so many months too... i finally found the time to write this :(( but i keep my word and i hope this has done enough justice for your request!! 🥺 please enjoy and i hope you're having a wonderful day/night <3

i'll let everyone know soon if requests are open! you can check my profile if i'm on hiatus or not. i really wanna get back to writing omg....

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summer was already coming to an end, but that did not mean the heat was showing any mercy. though the clock struck 5 p.m., the sun was practically blinding your eyes.

sighing, you trudged on. home was just a few more steps away from school anyway, you could do this!!

...until you bumped into a very, very tall figure. you couldn't help but curse under your breath, blaming yourself for constantly looking down at the ground while walking. then again, the outrageous weather seems to meet no end now, does it?

softly rubbing your forehead, you noticed the familiar writing on the person's coat. oh. the exact school you went to. he shouldn't be a teacher, unless he was a coach. but you have seen most of the coaches in your school before, so how have you not come across someone with a stature as big as his?

"the volleyball club..," you blurted out before you noticed the boy's stare on you. straightening your posture, you bowed. "sorry! i- um. i wasn't looking ahead of me, so..." you mustered up the courage to speak to him eventually. anything. anything to make him move a muscle because this man was a tree if you squinted.

the boy now turned his figure towards you, his movements nothing short of cautious. as your gaze moved upwards, you realized he wasn't exactly staring.

he had this concerned look on his face. his eyebrows were furrowed as his eyes darted towards this box he was holding and you. your shoulders relaxed, tilting your head sideways.

"um... are you okay..?"

"....you're from shiratorizawa," were ushijima's first words to you.

"and so are you... i don't think i've seen you around."

"i don't think i have either."

as the silence slowly began to envelop the two of you, it was then interrupted by impatient chirping. and as expected, it was coming from the box he was holding. his eyebrows furrowed once again.

"a bird?"

his gaze darted towards you, nodding slowly. he brought the box towards your eye level, giving you a better view of the contents in the box.

a sparrow, flailing uncomfortably around the box covered with cloths. one of the wings looked completely fine, but the other was hanging off of its tiny body.

"oh, you poor thing! did you find it like this?"

ushijima hummed in response. "over there, next to the bushes. i guess the person who placed it in here didn't have time to tend to its wings, so...," he trailed off, his gaze continuously fixed on the little creature.

"let's.... let's take it to the vet! any effort counts right now, we have to make it quick," you stated almost immediately, kicking some sense into your supposed (and most definite) schoolmate.

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to you, it was a miracle that he found the bird amongst the bushes, waiting to be saved.

to him though, it felt like he just witnessed both a miracle and a blessing. there are many things that ushijima has wanted, so with enough effort, he'd been rewarded through and through.

so how did it start from saving a bird to now nurturing it - with a person he'd just met - till it could finally fly?!

"hm. your schedule seems a little packed. how about this, i'll bring the bird back to my place, and you come visit it every now and then! and if you're free on certain days and would like to bring it back home, that would be fine too, right?"

"wait... wouldn't that be.. troublesome? isn't your schedule packed too? i could always-"

"not really! besides, i heard the volleyball club has it rough this year. don't worry about me! think of this as a... conjoined effort."

giggling, you continued.

"....this bird would love to meet its savior often, too. i can't take all the credit now, can i?"

he found himself shaking his head amusingly each and every time he found himself thinking of those words.

amusing because of how easy she made it look talking to him. so much so that he wondered if he even had such a rough exterior after all. or was that just the wall he's built around himself?

the daydreaming seemed to have gotten out of hand too. it started off with him wondering about the day he could bring the bird home, to wanting to spend at least 10 minutes talking to you.

the focused face you had when you were cleaning the bird's cage, or the way you tend to fidget a little with something you were holding when you seemed nervous or curious. he thinks you haven't noticed, but your presence alone has made him crack a smile or two.

nothing of this didn't feel like a routine - he would head home after practice (not without tendou mentioning feeling a different... energy ushijima was emanating), receiving a text from you about some supplies you ran out of on certain days, heading to a nearby store.

and when he reached the entrance of your home, he made sure not to look disheveled from all the running he did but fails regardless, considering he spent the afternoon working on his moves as a spiker.

when you began hearing more talk of the volleyball team's captain around school, you noticed how most people found him 'cold', 'unapproachable', 'heartless' even.

maybe he was a different person in the court overall. but were they really talking about the same boy who always stopped by your house? the gentle boy who held the little bird in his palms like glass? who had that soft look his eyes when he looked at you?

"you should visit more often," he broke your train of thought, moving his hands towards the cage to gently set the little sparrow back in.

"where?"

"the court. lots of people stop by, anyway. don't be shy."

his guilty conscience told him you would view him a different person the moment you saw him in action.

but it all washed away in an instant when he noticed from the corner of his eye how you were on the edge of your seat; your eyes fully focused on his stance. the way you would clasp your hands together, praying that he got the next hit. you would then be standing up and cheering when he scores a point for the team during friendly matches. he thanked all gods above that playing this game made his face flushed; otherwise, he would feel his red-haired teammate's stature looming over him for a whole week.

the bird was subject to this blessing and miracle after all.

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ushijima offered to carry the bird cage out of your home as you walked side by side.

the bird had been ecstatic, showing off its moves to the both of you as it flew around the cage. it had been fully recovered, thanks to your efforts.

which also meant it was ready to spread its wings, to find its new home. what better way to see it off than heading to the nearby park?

"the bird's looking at you," you poked his shoulder, but noticed the solemn look on his face.

"hey... don't be sad. i'm sure it wouldn't forget about us. who knows, it might keep watch from afar, or even visit us when it has the chance!"

ushijima chuckled softly, shaking his head.

"...you're right. i was also thinking. about some things."

"are they good things?"

he looked at you, pursing his lips.

"....definitely."

the soft summer breeze was starting to cool down, indicating fall was on its way. the two of you came to a stop, admiring the slowly setting sun from a distance.

your fingers came into contact with his as you both had the same idea - to unlock the latch and set the bird free. clearing his throat, he aligned his fingers with yours, turning the latch.

the bird perched atop the metal bar, spreading its wings as wide before taking off. it may not have looked back, but the freedom it finally felt must feel like pure bliss.

ushijima had his eyes on the bird but only for a few moments before he took in the breathtaking view in front of him, the golden hues accentuating your beautiful features.

"did you see that?! it's flying! it's finally flying!"

setting the bird cage down on the grass, he gently placed a hand on your shoulder. looking back at him, you noticed the soft look in his eyes once again. turning your figure towards him, a curious smile appeared on your face.

"something's on your mind. let me guess. the 'good things' you told me about earlier."

"then i shouldn't really beat around the bush," he folded his arms, taking a deep breath before continuing.

"this bird of ours...has shown me a lot. well, i'm not a master of words, but..."

our bird? you couldn't help but fluster. he's never said that before, but it felt heartwarming to know he needed to include you.

"i'm listening," you reassured him.

"one of them being this...feeling in my heart. this feeling for you that i do not want to let go. so i want to know."

he extended his hand out towards you.

"do you share the same feelings as i do?"

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[kitacore]

so comforting and warm and fuzzy (о´∀`о) i love this premise and how you characterize ushijima, showing both a stoic and soft side <3

[arinavah]

Choso vs internet

[mitraoki]

helpless (gojo x reader)

note; I HAVE RETURNED. i am obsessed with gojo satoru. i need him i need him so bad. i returned with a fic. quite a suggestive one and a huge turn from my wholesome ones but YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH I NEED HIM-

anyway enjoy!!! <333 (the picture i chose is making me go insane)

warnings!: suggestive, slight nsfw, gojo is quite obsessed w you

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"fuck. i could kiss you all day, you know."

as he muttered those words, you could feel gojo satoru's fingers trail against your thighs, making sure they ventured through every inch of them. he did not hesitate to give them light squeezes every now and then - all while his soft, plump lips hungrily kissed yours.

they didn't just stop there, though. they needed to explore your cheekbones, your jaw, your neck. your collarbones, not to forget your chest. he remembers every weak spot, there's no running from that.

you were helpless. all you could do was sigh in response, running your fingers through his white locks. they seemed to find comfort in his undercut; it gave you some sort of satisfaction, driving you up the wall like crazy.

the power that this man had on you was immense.

"please, gojo," you managed to stutter. " 'course, sweetheart. all yours tonight, forever more."

gojo satoru. the strongest jujutsu sorcerer was out on a mission, which lasted a week. which meant he had to head off to another place.

which also meant you weren't going to be by his side. heck, you had other places to be as a sorcerer yourself. after all, the first years needed someone to supervise them while he wasn't around.

gojo, the strongest jujutsu sorcerer was weak for those seven consecutive days. oh how he yearned for you, your touch. your kisses. he needed to drown in the beauty you beheld once again.

he needed you, you and only you. and that drove him to the brink of insanity - killing off special-grade curses like he was killing an insect or two. anything to be in his lover's arms once again.

some sort of dominance seemed to rush through your veins. this man missed you like crazy, so it was only fair for you to reward him.

his hands were about to reach for the hem of your shirt when gojo felt your palm rest on his chest, pushing him to the end of the couch. with your heart thumping the loudest it has ever been, you found yourself straddling his lap.

he was shocked, but enjoyed it nonetheless.

his tense shoulders seemed to relax now, his arms automatically wrapping around your waist. you watched as his bright blue eyes drunkenly admire every part of your body. "i missed this. i missed this so much," he slurred. loosening his grip around your waist, he picked up from where he left off. his fingers were now trailing underneath your clothing fabric, tracing shapes. the little squeal from you only seemed to excite him more. "forgive me for being greedy today, dearest. it feels like it has been forever," he continued, his free hand landing on your cheek. "i'm going to take my time though, that i promise."

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[kitacore]

awww he is so sweet and attentive 💕 i love the idea that you keep gojo sane after a looong week of work! he seems like the type who dotes but also wants to be doted on

[kitacore]

MY FISHY FISHY FISHSTICK♡♡♡♡

ITS BEEN SO LONG

I HOPE YOURE DOING WELL!!!!!

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omg HIII my lovely!! i’ve been busy with an internship and abt to go into my last year of uni 😭😭 i’m well, i’m cooking for myself a lot :>

[kitacore]

hugs for my beloved <3

(i love rereading your fics, the power they hold,,,🧎‍♀️)

miiitra!!!! sorry babie i haven’t checked tumblr in a minute 🫣 but i appreciate ur kind words <3 and i am sending back hugs tenfold!!!

[shoyoist-deactivated20250509]

content: established relationship. unprotected and public sex (in the view of cctv cameras), voice kink, rough sex, brat taming, slight dubcon if you squint.

itoshi rin isn't much of a talker. he fucks you hard, makes you make all the pretty sounds that fill up the room as he thrusts into you, bodies sweaty and glowing with bliss— but he doesn't talk much, not with his mouth. it's his dick that does the talking.

you feel it throb inside you, twitching every time you tighten around him, leaking precum into you whenever you make a pitchier, prettier sound than usual. he takes his time pulling out — you feel how every inch of him moves past your slick walls, till just his head is inside.

then he pistons in without warning, forceful and sharp, and his tip hits your deepest spots, his length and girth stretching you out and fucking you full, and just like that, he sends you to heaven with his cock <3

rin isn't much of a talker, but that's not to say he never talks. push the right buttons, tease him and mess around more than you usually do, and he'll snap. "fuck, you just can't wait to have me, huh?" he'll say into your ear, pushing you against a wall and wrapping his hand around your throat.

"'s why you're acting out here? can't wait till we get home? to the car, even, huh? little slut." he hisses, as he slides his other hand between your legs, even though you could get caught any minute on this stairwell. what about CCTV?

you can't even look around and check for cameras, because rin has you caged, the hand he's got around your throat tightening when you try to move. "gotta give you what you want, yeah? so stay fucking still now, angel. i'll fuck you good."

[kitacore]

Omg rape and incest is so hot you definitely don’t need therapy

someone’s vanilla

[kitacore]

i’ve been lurking incel forums >_<; misogynistic content fuel..?

[kitacore]

was this always a thing or

[sugr-deactivated20240422]

“nagi this” “nagi that” cool i need reo to bend me over and make it fit

[koutawoo]

[kitacore]

i think bachira would pretend to fuck you in his sleep. as in, hooking his thumbs under your pajamas in the dead of the night, coaxing them off with incautious hands. groping every inch of your bare ass as if he’s never felt it before. stroking his cock along your entrance for several agonizing minutes until it slides in, only to say he was out cold the next morning. only a stroke of sheer luck and extraordinary circumstances could end up with his unconscious body breeding you when the moon is high, and yet he plays dumb every time.

he thinks it’s more fun that way.

[kitacore]

𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐄 + 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐓

cw. gn!reader, noncon/dubcon, creampie

uncle!kishibe whose age and relation don’t stop him from trying to get in your pants, fuck with your head. hand brushing up against yours any chance he gets, oops! didn’t see a pretty little thing there.

uncle kishibe whose occupation bodes the illest fate. maybe that’s why he acts out like this, like he can afford to lose it all. cornering you every holiday gathering to cop a feel that he always gets. last time i saw you, you were this big—like his hands aren’t gauging the dip of your waist. he’s an intimidating man, with hoops in his ears and a scar that makes his jawline an arrowhead, but his touch is coaxing in a way.

eventually, he’s following you to the bathroom… cornering you the way you imagine a hunter preys on a devil. it’s handjobs and blowjobs for years on end until he’s suppressed himself well past his limit. one second you’re nursing him in your hot mouth and the next he wants to release in a different hole. he’ll make your first time extra special and yet seriously undistinguished. it’s the way that he doesn’t look you in the eye but fucks you hard enough to scream bloody murder. it’s the cold tile floor glistening with the thick, slick betrayal that pools beneath you.

there’s no going back once you’re leaking his seed.

[nnobara]

[kitacore]

ugh i wanna write another 10k fic but i have no inspiration

[kitacore]

i wanna write pimp!aki who sells u for drugs but as soon as i started researching i cringed