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[sweethearticism]

𝐀 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒. ( ♡ 𝚃𝙾 𝙳𝚁𝙸𝚅𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝙼𝙰𝙽 𝙲𝚁𝙰𝚉𝚈 )

𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚄 promised himself that he wouldn't touch you, his newly arranged wife. but he swears that you're trying to give him a heart attack with how bad you want him, someone twice your age.

꒰ age gap (40s/20s) :: arranged marriage :: suggestive ꒱

𝓞𝙻𝙳𝙴𝚁 𝙲𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳!𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚄ᅠ🌷͏͏♡ ͏͏ᅠ𝓐𝚁𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝙳 𝚆𝙸𝙵𝙴!𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁

Satoru should have known you'd be a problem from the moment you said I do.

You were nothing he expected, everything he wanted, and something he couldn't have.

He knew he was in trouble from the day you flashed him those pearly white and crooked your head at him so cutely. Fresh out of your wedding ceremony and sprawled across your now shared bed. Waiting for a man with more creases settling into his skin than years to your name.

He sat still on the bed's edge. Quiet.

"You okay?" You asked. Sweet, sweeter than his scars deserved.

"Y'know," he drawled, cocking his head to mimic you. "You're awfully calm for a girl who just got married to someone old enough to be her dad."

He should have known the clan would pull something like this. Unfortunately, he could not outrun his elders. Forty four and without an heir was a stain on their name.

And now, you're here. Sweet, pretty, young you.

Smiling at him as if he hung the stars in the sky.

"Well," you intentionally mimicked his drawl. Huh, so you had spunk?

The mattress dipped beside him. Your soft knees brushed on his thigh's side. Your hands looked softer. Delicate. Probably fragile in his scarred ones.

"I guess that's right. You're twice my age— buuuuut."

Warmth bubbled in his side as you nudged him. A smile on your strawberry balmed lips.

"You seem nice enough." A dramatic? Sigh. "Real handsome too. Wouldn't say you're pushing fifty at all."

He blinked.

You stretched, still smiling. "Experienced, attractive, rich— what more could a girl ask for?"

His brows shot up. In all of his years as the Strongest, Satoru could only count on one hand the number of times in which his breath hitched.

You'd be responsible for it becoming two hands. Three, even.

What, with the way you batted your eyes at him at the dinner table. How you hung off of him during meetings.

It was odd. Not what he was expecting in the slightest. You should feel disgusted. Or unnerved.

He was your father's age.

Hell, his hands were wrinkling.

So why. The hell. Were you more into this than he bargained for?

"Don't you want a guy your age?" He scoffed at you one day during dinner.

You arched your brow. Huffed as you fixed one of your golden hoop earrings.

"Now why wouldn't I want my lobster buttery?"

Yeah. That's when he realised you were crazy.

Or maybe that should have been only a few days after your wedding, when he walked in to the sinful sight of you lounged on the bed. Silk kissing your soft skin. Teasing.

In a baby blue. Lingerie.

"What the hell are you wearing?" His hand covered his eyes. Over the blindfold. Not that it mattered. His six eyes knew what it wanted to see.

"A surprise for my husband." You smiled.

It felt like a taunt. He slept on the couch that day.

You were a little too excited about the thought of giving yourself away to a man who had finished school by the time you were born. A little too eager to press against his aging skin.

"We're married." You'd claim.

"Am I so wrong for wanting you?"

Of course not. But he sure as hell wasn't going to let your first time be with someone like him.

Not to mention the day that you—

"Remember how I said you're suppeerrr rich?" You cooed.

Satoru stared down at you. Mapping the morning sun that caressed half of your face in the dining hall.

His arms folded, the white fabric of his haori tucking against his chest. "Yes?"

He couldn't help but drawl, amused. Because his pretty arranged wife was full of surprises.

"Well, I was wondering."

Satoru really should keep his infinity up around crazy girls like you.

Your delicate fingers surged sparks into his veins. Your softness pressed into every inch of him.

As your hand treaded his bicep, so his sanity threaded. Thinned.

Doll eyes. Oh fuck. Why were you giving him doll eyes? Stop that.

"Could you maybe. . . spare your wife a little gift?" You asked.

Sweet.

Sinful.

The devil sure was pretty.

He cleared his throat, but he was still thirsty. Starving, even. White lashes hung low over blues as he watched every inch of you.

"What do you want?" He asked.

You leaned closer than he should have allowed you to. Pouted.

"There's this new pair of shoes on the market. Real pretty. Pink. I think it'd look soooo good on me."

"Yeah? That why you married me? For my money?"

"Well I could always work for it."

Your hands traced to his chest. That's where he should have stopped you.

He didn't.

You were nothing he expected.

Everything he wanted.

And something he couldn't have.

"Sweetheart," the words dripped dark. His brow quirked. Your fingers were getting a bit too comfortable with his haori ties.

His eyes hung heavy. Voice heavier.

"You know I've got scars older than you, right?"

It was meant to scare you off. But Satoru should have known better.

Again. He should really put his infinity up around crazy girls like you.

Instead of flinching. Or wincing. Or even curling your lip— you smiled.

Fucking. Dazed.

Were those hearts in your eyes?

Your fingers fiddled with his belt. Your giggle slipped into a sigh. Too dreamy. Too sweet.

"Yeah?" You hummed.

He laid a hand over yours. Gentle, because that's what pretty things deserved. But firm, because they never listened either.

Pulling you away, Satoru shook his head with a deep sigh.

"Anyone ever tell you you're crazy?"

Your pout returned. "So is that a yes to the shoes and a no to the sex?"

"Yes."

"Well, can you call me sweetheart again, then?"

He pinched the bridge of his nose. As you hung on his arm with those big, bambi eyes of yours. Oh, he sure had his hands full with you.

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒎. no plagiarism or ai training authorised. divider: @/cheriisoda.

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bleh :P

[animangaboys]

ANIMANGABOYS’ MEMBERS FAVOURITE MINOR CHARACTERS

@stormbreaker → SAKUSA KIYOOMI

[class1akids]

Hi 👋 “The Endeavor overtrained Touya and killed him fanon interpretations just never made sense to me.” how come the Endeavor overtrained Touya take never made sense to you? We know from Shouto’s training he would push and push and push him, force him to exceed his limits at 5yrs old.

Just the context doesn't line up.

1. We see Touya unharmed playing with his siblings as early as Ch. 39 in the Shouto flashbacks, when Shouto is already 5.

2. Endeavor tells Shouto that he lives in a different world than his siblings - i.e. at this point Endeavor doesn't train Touya anymore.

3. Endeavor is not a generic sadist - he's very utilitarian in the way he hurts his children. The fact that he never even gave a thought to training Fuyumi or Natsuo is telling that he doesn't "waste" his time with a child who doesn't have the chops to be No. 1.

4. Endeavor pushes Shouto in the same way very cruel sports trainers try to make Olympic champions out of small children with draconian training. His methods are drastic (and counter-productive) and he does hurt Shouto a lot, but I don't think at any point he would willfully cause permanent harm to "his masterpiece". It makes no sense to his character motivation. And this is not to say, he didn't physically harm / abuse Shouto. He did. But I don't think it was ever in the "lose temper - accidentally kill him zone". The way he pushed him was very methodical and in control. And there is of course the very permanent psychological trauma and emotional harm he did cause.

[joyaphoria]

its 9:12 in the fucking morning, and kiyoomi’s teenage hormones are raging.

at a beach two hours away from home, his family and many of his relatives — including komori’s family — had met together in the hot summer sun, ready for a day of swimming, eating, tanning, and what not.

what kiyoomi had not expected, though, was for you to be here. you were not in anyway related to him or any of his family, but they all know you regardless.

your family has been close with komori’s for a very long time — since from before you two were even born — so much so that you’ve grown up together, and are even prone to calling each other cousins.

because motoya’s parents were just as much yours, you would often tag along with them to family get togethers when you were all younger.

you were shy around everyone — mainly because you felt like an outsider — mostly just sticking to komori’s side, and sometimes speaking to kiyoomi since he was usually with him too.

but as kiyoomi’s parents got busier, they werent always at family gatherings, and you were never there at the same time that they were. he’s long since forgotten about you, no one more than a girl from his childhood.

or so he thought.

his family had arrived to the beach late, caught in traffic, and his parents were unpacking the food they had brought.

his mom bugged at him to remove his shirt, using the excuse of swimming, to be able to show off his volleyball chest to his relatives.

he turned to look out at the beach — clean, very clean — when he noticed his  cousin making his way to shore.. with a girl beside him.

it wasnt until you got to shore, grabbing a turtle floaty from the sand while shoving motoya, had he recognized you — just barely.

kiyoomi looks away, very quickly.

the curve of your hips, your chest, your.. ass, its too much for him, too much to get used to. the little girl from his childhood, reduced to nothing more than a memory, was now.. a woman.

but then his mom is dragging him towards the shore, calling your name and waving you over as if you were his long lost friend.

“hi, sakusa-san,” you smile at his mom, his heart dropping dead. “how are you?”

“my god, look at you!” she makes an obscene gesture with her hands, her face in awe, and kiyoomi prays for the sand beneath his feet to suck him in. “you’re so grown up now! so beautiful,”

you let out an airy chuckle, and kiyoomi looks out over the water, hiding the redness of his cheeks.

“you remember kiyoomi, right? you guys used to play together all the time when you were younger!”

as expected, you look in his direction and nod, kiyoomi still avoiding your gaze; he doesn’t trust his eyes to remain faithful to his values.

“come on, come on, you guys take a picture together,” his mom beckons, pulling out her phone from her pocket. “hurry come on,”

she motions for you guys to stand together in front of the shore, and thats when he finally looks at you, eyes quickly scanning over your face before he turns towards the camera.

he stands beside you at an arms length away, his face bored, unamused — the complete opposite to his fuming hormones right now, that he prays aren’t showing through his swim trunks.

“what — come on, stand together! i need to get a good photo!”

you chuckle, stepping closer, but even he can tell that you’re nervous.

“kiyoomi! stop being like that or ill take you home, right now.” his mom sighs, and kiyoomi does too.

eighteen years old, and even he isnt spared from the childish threats, so he takes a deep breath and whispers, “can i put my arm around you?”

it’s out of character for him, and maybe that’s why you turn and look at him, surprise flashing in your eyes — as if you’ve remembered after all these years.

either way, you nod, and kiyoomi’s jaw tenses as he wraps his arm around you, resting his hand on your shoulder.

“there you go, now smile — you too, kiyoomi, im not joking.” his mom cheers, then throwing a pointed look his way, earning a soft snicker from you.

it takes everything he’s got not to look at you, willing himself to breath, because — holy shit — your skin is so soft, and you fit into him just right.

he tilts the corners of his mouth up into a close lipped smile, because he knows that his mom wont put up with his shit for even a moment.

you lean into him while throwing up a peace sign, and kiyoomi is yelling at himself, willing his mind to block out the feel of your exposed skin against his bare chest.

just before you think you’re done, komori’s mom comes to take a picture too, and his inner thoughts whimper.

when you finally pull away and head back to the water, komori coming over to greet his aunt and cousin, kiyoomi’s mom scrolls through the photos she took.

“she’s such a pretty young lady now,” she smiles at her phone. “if you bring home a girl anything short of her, i will hang you upside down, kiyoomi.”

yeah, sure, if the thought of you doesn’t kill him first.

[oomisluvr]

“doesn’t trust his eyes to remain faithful to his values” LMFAOOOO

[jung-koook]

taehyung for weverse magazine ♡

[neoheros]

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idk who needs to hear this, but your comfort character would love you.

[jung-koook]

namjoon for weverse ♡

[tetsvhoe]

REGRET AND OTHER CLICHES [2]

you never know what you have until it’s gone, so they say. you think by now they should have known that.

pt. 1 i know who you pretend i am [2]

character/s: kenma kozume x gn!reader

genre/s: open ended angst but let's say it's a/f

warning/s: none

jot’s notes 🤍: i like the last paragraph of this. emotionally unavailable characters stans come get ur juice!!!

MASTERLIST | TAGLIST

kenma kozume

kenma was testing out a new game to stream while you laid on your stomach on the bed, scrolling through social media. you came across an instagram post about a new rooftop café a few minute-drive away from your flat. it had a cool neon aesthetic with raw brick walls adorned with plate numbers and soda pop caps the size of a basin as décor. the food and drinks looked good but more importantly there were a few arcade games lined along the wall. you thought kenma would like the place. afterall, it’s been a while since you both went out on a date together.

pushing aside the thoughts of him still being in love with his ex, you just wanted to be a selfish for a little longer. with how you were now, you knew it wasn’t long until you called it off with him, but you wanted to make a few more happy memories with him. when all was said and done, memories were all you could have anyway since you never had kenma himself to begin with.

“ken, look at this new café i found downtown!” you announced excitedly, stretching your arm over to him to show the post displayed on your phone.

“wait,” he curtly mumbled, intensely focused on the game. he barely gave a quick glance in between the clicks of his mouse and keyboard. “what’s with it?”

“they have arcade games and the food looks good, should we go?” you eyed his back expectantly. you didn’t know why you felt nervous asking your own boyfriendout on a date. it felt pathetic, but you were willing to brave your pride through the embarrassment a little bit more. just a little bit more before you let go completely. you internally begged him to let you have these last few moments.

“can’t we just have food delivered?” he asked nonchalantly.

you were glad he was invested in the game and wouldn’t even spare you a glance because you couldn’t handle him seeing you in such a state. you visibly slumped at his response and your heart tightened. “i just thought we could… um spend a bit more time together,” you tried again, voice quieter. you twiddled your fingers nervously and harshly bit on your lip as you anticipated his reply again.

“what do you mean, we’re always spending time together. we’re literally just at home together at all times,” he scoffed.

you let out a nervous chuckle. “see, that’s the thing. it’s just that we’re always at home. i thought a date night would be nice since we haven’t gone out in a while.”

“i’m kind of lazy, babe.” he sounded half-apologetic. “you know i don’t really like doing these things,” he mumbled off-handedly.

you fell quiet for a while, not that he noticed, but you mulled over his words. “these things?” you echoed. he didn’t think anything of the question, so you took the liberty of continuing. “you mean the little things i ask of you in this relationship? you mean the bare fucking minimum?”

he hated the sudden rise in the tone of your voice and the hostility of your words, he was annoyed. “what are you on about?”

you sat there dejectedly, feeling your heart crumble in your chest and your eyes sting from holding back a wave of salty tears. you stared at his back in disbelief, and it dawned on you just how unfortunate you were, how lonely you felt in a room with only you and the person you love.

“i’m tired, kenma,” you mumbled more to yourself than to him. a melancholic smile formed on your lips when your eyes landed on the polaroid of you together. you were surprised to know he heard you after all.

“what do you mean, what’s wrong?” he turned his head ever so slightly to the side but you doubted he got the chance to see you, you didn’t want him to.

“you don’t like being tired too right? i don’t think anyone does. but i also think you’ve got it wrong.” his hands stilled, hovering over his mouse and keyboard. he wondered where you were going with all this because he couldn’t quite follow. “come on, who are you kidding. you’re in college, you stream, you trade stocks, even you’re starting your own company!” you chuckled half-heartedly. afterall, you were always so proud of him.

he cautiously pulled his headset off and turned to face you. his heart quickened its pace when he saw you at the verge of tears but for you, finally getting to look in his eyes set your tears off. your lips wobbled as you tried to get the words out. “you don’t mind being tired if it’s for doing the things you love don’t you, kenma?”

he pushed himself off his gaming chair, the screen still played as the game continued without him. “hey, don’t put it that way. i’m sorry, i didn’t realize how much you wanted to spend time with me. we can go there, yeah?” he pulled you to his chest and you reveled in the feeling of being in his arms, even as you soaked his hoodie with warm tears.

“it’s not just that, though. i used to wonder why wanted me to play the games you used to play with her. but i did it anyway because i thought it would be a nice way to bond with you.”

you felt him tense up, the soothing strokes on your hair had come to a halt. you decided it was time to pull away from him.

“i realized you took me with you because from there you could pretend it was her, not me.”

his mouth fell open and tears lined his golden eyes, yet he couldn’t say anything to deny or accept your claim.

“i think it’s time we called this off, kenma. i was hoping it wouldn’t be so soon-”

“no. god, don’t do this. i… i’m really bad at words but please don’t end this just yet. i swear i’ll try harder. i’ll put in more effort,” he pleaded.

“why?”

“because i learned two things. i’m an asshole and i love you more than i let on. you’re right i don’t mind being tired for the things i love. i wouldn’t have let us go this far if i didn’t love you. please believe me,” he rambled.

“i think we might be too late now,” you admitted bitterly. though all you ever wanted was just that, you were afraid you have gone past the point of being able to fix things.

the screen flashed a huge GAME OVER mockingly at him. he looked back at you, searching for a sliver of hope. he knew life wasn’t a game, most especially not love. but just this once, he hoped he had a life to spare so he can start over and do things right.

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[jung-koook]

his duality should be illegal 😤

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one, two, three | miya osamu & suna rintarō

pairing: osamu x reader, suna x reader, osamu x suna, suna & osamu x reader

warnings: 18+ smut, pwp, mmf poly threesome, oreo doublestuff double penetration (dp), double cunnilingus, double handjob, osamu x suna while reader watches (no anal), overstim, orgasm denial, cumplay, fingers in mouth, exhibitionism,voyeurism, d/s elements, 2 shots of teasing (pours the entire bottle in), frottage/frotting, spitting, clit spanking, praise, degradation, cum eating   

word count: 1.9k

author’s note: head in hands,,,, this is just pure poly!osasuna pwp filth 〒▽〒 as always, thank you @samuslut​ for being my ride or die & beta reading!!

You tremble as Suna moves his fingers in tandem with Osamu. “Such a good girl,” Osamu purrs, revelling in the way you whimper and squeeze around them at the words. “Gonna fill this tight little pussy up with two cocks, is that what you want?”

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[teaboot]

My old man once said to me, "your thoughts are so random and unconnected. We were just talking about the carnival- how did you get started on wasps?"

So, I told him, "they're not unconnected- we were talking about going to the carnival, and the carnival is on the same fairgrounds they used to use for the rodeo, and one time at the rodeo my brother spilled sprite on himself and a bee went up his shirt and stung him, and bees die when they sting, but wasps don't, and I was wondering why, so I asked you."

And he said, "that makes no sense," and for the life of me I can't understand how anyone thinks of anything if not by this exact process

[miwai]

TEAM • JAPAN

[sugawara-sweetheart]

𝔞𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔞𝔬𝔫𝔢, 𝔟𝔬𝔨𝔲𝔱𝔬 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔲𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔧𝔦𝔪𝔞 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰

❥warnings: implied sex, aftercare, mentions of dom drop, gn!reader

❣︎anon: As to your current concern: I’m sure your faux freckles look hella great! As for my request I’d just like some semi nsfw fluff, so like aftercare for Ushi, Bokuto and Romero (if you write for him) if not then maybe Aone, Thank you so much!! ily!

thank you anon!! i hope you enjoy + ily too <333

❥aone takanobu:

☽ straight after sex, aone’s eyes will soften and he’ll be cooing over you, worried about you

☽ so it’s best to just wrap your arms around him, kissing him sweetly and hugging him. he likes the feeling of your body against his, being able to feel your slow breathing and know you’re okay

☽ makes sure to ask if you enjoyed yourself and if you’re okay before cleaning you up and getting you a glass of water

☽ he gives special attention to any marks or bruises you have- he’ll take time kissing them and rubbing lotion on any particular sore-looking marks

☽ and you smile and kiss his cheeks when the guilt manifests on his face. “it’s okay, takanobu, i had a good time.”

☽ likes to pamper you during aftercare- he’ll bring you your favourite snack and let you rest your head on his chest with his hand gently petting your hair with the occasional kiss to your forehead

☽ he likes it when you drift off into sleep in his arms because he knows you feel truly safe and it’ll soothe him too

❥bokuto kōtarō:

☽ he’s clingy after sex- not because he’s intentionally rough but because he’s so big he can’t help it

☽ cuddles you so tight you’re not moving from his arms as he buries his face into your neck and engulfs you in his warmth

☽ plasters kisses all over your body, telling you he loves you over and over with his lips pressed to your skin as you play with his hair

☽ sometimes gets emotional and teary because he’s always worried he hurt you so he loves it when you cup his face and press a gentle kiss to his lips

☽ “kou, you’re so good to me. i love you.”

☽ he loves to hear praise and everything he did right and he’ll be so bright and energetic after you assure him about how amazing he made you feel

☽ and bokuto tells you how amazing you were for him and lets all his unrestrained loving feelings about you come out

☽ he loves staying in bed with you, holding you in his lap with his chin resting on your shoulder as you watch your favourite show together

☽ it’ll be a dumb comedy and everytime you both laugh, he’ll grin into your neck and tickle your tummy and occasionally whisper a soft “you’re the best” into your ear before meeting your lips in a kiss

☽ also generally likes food after because he gets hungry- he loves to feed you and pinches your cheeks because you’re so adorable to him

❥ushijima wakatoshi:

☽ at first ushijima wasn’t the best with aftercare- he just simply didn’t understand what to do

☽ but after some serious conversations he quickly picked up on how to treat you after sex- especially particularly rough sex as he’s so big and vigorous

☽ he always cleans you up carefully, watching you closely with his olive eyes and one big hand twined with yours

☽ very bluntly tells you he enjoyed himself and asks if you liked it too- he listens to you carefully and takes all your thoughts and feelings into serious consideration

☽ he’ll give you a few minutes to rest, taking the time to brush your hair out of your face and bring you a glass of water

☽ but his favourite form of aftercare is bathing with you- ushijima likes to have you sat between his legs in the bathtub as he massages your sore body

☽ it’s often very cute because he doesn’t speak a huge lot but he’ll make up for it with small kisses along your shoulders and your nape

☽ he’ll wash your hair and smile when he gives you a foam beard or spikes your hair up

☽ he has a habit of holding your hands under the water, swaying them so the water ripples as you giggle

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[spontan77-hype]

This made me so soft, Neems. I love it so much.

[chewmycherry]

in case you haven’t met bokuto’s new stage actor yet. it’s my pleasure to introduce you to:

sakuraba haruto.

thank you and you’re welcome.

[tsukkinginamo]

your hand in marriage please