ushiwaka who desperately misses his pretty wife when he's away on games. has a special ringtone for her, and 99% of the time picks up when she calls. the other 1% is when he's mid-game.
wakatoshi with a polaroid picture of his wife wearing his favorite lacy set, her lips pouty and slightly parted, as though she's breathily calling out his name. he keeps the picture in his wallet because he always wants to see her beautiful face and that lust-fueled expression.
ushijima who showers at the hotel, one hand fisting his thick cock as he remembers the way it feels to be buries inside that sweet pussy. letting out a breathy moan of his own when he imagines her legs pressed close to her head, and she just takes and takes every long, hard thrust.
ushiwaka who anxiously texts his wife from the airport, simple phrases of longing and love in each message. desperate to board the damn plane so he can come home to her. the long flight passes in a blur when he shuts his eyes and dreams of her lips wrapped around his cock; one of his large hands alternating between stroking her hair and grasping it firmly at the base of her neck.
service dom ushijima who pulls her into his arms as soon as they're home together, planting hungry kisses wherever he can. her neck, her lips, her jaw, her chest. the man is starved for her, desperation in every lingering touch.
service dom wakatoshi who lays her beautiful body onto the king sized bed, every offending article of clothing stripped from her gorgeous body. he trails wet kisses up her legs, relishing in the sweet sighs and whimpers that escape her. he buries his face in her cunt, the taste of her his favorite end of day treat. ushijima licks every single inch of her pretty pussy, groaning against her folds, eagerly suckling her clit.
service dom ushijima who pulls orgasm after orgasm from his lovely wife, the sounds of her crying out his name only spurring him further. he lives to hear her moaning in ecstasy, only pulling away when she cries out toshi, 's too much, i can't - but he shushes her, grasping at her hand. just one more, he promises. one more time, for him. he missed her.
husband ushijima wakatoshi who smiles when she nods so sweetly in agreement. one more for you, baby. but for ushijima, one more is never enough.
just wanted to reiterate that ‘when the cookie crumbles’ was absolutely phenomenal. i enjoyed it so much, and i hope YOU feel super proud of it. it was beautifully written and made me feel immersed in the story while reading it. great great piece.
also i hope you have an incredible day! muah muah xoxo
kay my beloved !!
im so glad you liked it :(( and that you were able to really immerse yourself !! AUH hearing that makes my tummy go woooosh in the best of ways <33 i think im very proud of it, n it has some of my favourite lines ive ever written!! i feel like im finding my style yanno?
ANYWAYS!! i hope your day is as beautiful as you are, take care of yourself my sweet and stay hydrated <333
hiiii morgan! love seeing you on the dash & i hope you’ve had a great day!
das me right now 😭😭😭 i appreciate you so muchhhhh <3!!!!!
my days been good! got my period :( but it's still been an enjoyable day! just had dinner while watching tokyo revengers hehe. how are you? dont be shy, give me all the gossip and/or boring day to day life. id be happy to hear :)
kay!! my day’s going well, just woke up a lil while ago and i’ve been having a Good Brain Day so far! how are you? ❤️❤️
this is currently my favourite part of the apothecary witch reader au i’m currently hyperfixating on writing:
The next time you see Izuku Midoriya is much sooner than you expected. But not as soon as I’d have liked, you find yourself thinking. You’re settled into a large leather chair next to the fire at the tavern at the heart of your little town, politely half listening to Hanta Sero and Denki Kaminari go on about what they found in the woods. Something about heather for some mead, something about… toads?
“y/n! Are you still all there?” Sero nudges you.
“Huh? Oh! I’m sorry, I was just thinking,” you apologize.
“Well how about you think on these mushrooms. Are they safe to eat?” Kaminari asks.
Not toads, toadstools. You groan to yourself. That’s what you get for thinking about the not so stranger who’d walked in just moments before. Kaminari shoves a handful of mushrooms in front of your face.
“Well?” he says impatiently. You take the fungi from him and study it for a moment. A long, thin, bronze stem ending in a slim, cone-shaped cap. An exploratory sniff for good measure.
“Liberty caps,” you state matter of factly. “Not something you’d necessarily want in your mushroom stew, but not toxic, no. You’ll end up seeing some things you may wish you hadn’t if you eat it, though.” You shudder, remembering your own brush with those same mushrooms in the name of building your compendium. Sero and Kaminari grin at each other.
“Mushroom stew?” Sero asks.
“Mushroom stew,” Kaminari confirms. He hastily pulls the mushrooms back from you and stuffs them into a medium sized leather pouch hanging from his belt.
contains: comfort with my favorite boom. intrusive thoughts, negative self-talk. mentions of medications.
recommended listening
nothing felt okay. this wasn't unusual, per se, however it didn't negate just how frustrating it was to have a whole day wasted by your own mind. relaying the same negative thoughts, over and over and over again.
you're never going to get better, the medications don't do shit, nothing will help, you're nothing, you're nothing, you're worthless-
"hey."
a weight pressed atop your shoulder. fluffy, ash blonde locks tickled at your ears. katsuki's eyes bored into yours, his reflection in the mirror stoic and concerned. warm hands gently placed against your waist, grounding you. settling you.
"what happened?"
you sighed as you gently washed the bubbling face mask from your skin, the low pops muted by the music playing from your phone. a shake of your head had him softly groaning in your ear, head burrowing further into your shoulder.
"you listen to this movement when you're sad, dummy. 'cuz of the oboes and stuff."
that almost brought a smile to your lips. bakugou katsuki recognizing your go-to 'bad day symphony' was something your friends still didn't believe.
"it's just, well..."
another groan, and his hands trailed from your sides to rest at the front of your stomach, thick fingers interlocking lazily.
"spit it out. i don't want to be stuck listening to dvorak all night," he teased, playful edge masking his worry.
"i'm so tired, boom. i'm sick of having to work so hard just to feel semi-okay. i don't want to feel like this anymore." the admission of your exhaustion, of how your mind was suffocating you, drowning you in a sea of its own making, brought tears to your eyes. wobbly lips tried to turn up into a soft curve, but the harder you tried, the more unnatural it felt.
the rise and fall of his chest soothed you, steadied you. and he said nothing when you turned into his body, pressing your face into his chest, desperately clinging to warmth and comfort only he could provide.
arms wrapped around you, rocked your body back and forth. a languid motion that moved in tempo with the rise and fall of the violins in the background. buried underneath his chin felt like home. like even after all of it, the constant battle in your head, you were returning from war and going home.
"i know," katsuki replied simply, hands stroking your back, gentleness that contradicted the explosive hero. a gentleness that was saved just for you. "i'm so proud of you, you know that? everything you do, every success you have, i'm so fuckin' proud. i'm always gonna be proud of you, baby."
his lips met your forehead with such tenderness that you could weep. you opted for nodding against him, relishing in such serene affection. his face moved to rest against the crown of your head, humming in unison with the familiar motif. rise and fall, up and down. over and over until the angry thoughts in your head subsided. until all you could hear was katsuki humming for you to come home to him.
a note from kay: hello, friends. i was struggling quite a bit today. if you find yourself with intrusive thoughts or days when merely existing is an insurmountable challenge, please know that you are not alone. i wish nothing but light and love to all of you. dvorak's 9th symphony is very special to me, and i felt that this particular performance conducted by the incredible gustavo dudamel was worth including.
kageyama's voice was low in your ear, a hand wrapped precariously around your throat. where indifference had lingered for the past week was replaced by irritation-fueled lust.
if anyone asked, no, you didn't have harbored feelings for romero - the fact that kageyama so easily believed it, however, was now working distinctly in your favor. a flirtatious giggle at the post-game dinner wasn't enough, no. you had kept up with his wit and captured the attention of most of kageyama's teammates. and that was when tobio lost his cool.
he had unceremoniously pulled you from the table, throwing a few hundreds on the glass top to cover the meal while muttering about 'getting home to take out the dog.' the dog that every member of the adlers knew didn't exist. by the time you had made it to your apartment's front door, kageyama had sucked two dark bruises onto your neck, his hands finding purchase against your waist.
"w-what do you mean, tobio?" you returned between a hard gasp, shivering as kageyama ran his tongue from jawline to clavicle, the scrape of his teeth against your skin making you moan.
"oh, you think you're so cute. like you weren't flirting with romero in plain fucking sight." the words came between nips at your collarbone, his scowl as clear as day. pretty, slender fingers snaked around one wrist, the other flopped against your side. at this point, trying to pull yourself from kageyama's grip would prove impossible - not that you were trying to escape it. all you had been craving was now presenting itself to you.
"don't you think i'm so cute, baby?"
the noise that slipped through tobio's teeth was strangled in his throat, all vowels and lust and a hint of annoyance. his ocean eyes raged as he moved to hold your chin between clean fingertips.
"you're fucking insufferable is what you are," he drawled before planting wet, open-mouthed kisses down the expanse of your neck, harshly tugging at the zipper at the back of your dress. if there was anything you enjoyed more than your usually relaxed boyfriend, it was when he got that sweet, sweet inkling of jealousy. just enough to remind you who wanted you most. enough to bring forth that little green monster you were craving more than you liked to admit.
you were pushed against the wall, back facing tobio before you could mumble out some sorry excuse for a protest. the featherlight kisses at the nape of your neck trailed downward as kageyama pushed your dress to the ground. something came out about 'dry cleaning on monday' but by the time it had registered, he was cursing beneath his breath about your lack of panties. your tall boyfriend settled on his knees and thrust your thighs apart.
"my pretty girl, all wet just for me. like you were waiting for it," he murmured as he ran a delicate finger between your folds. as light as his touch was, it felt like fire in your core, aching to be stoked.
"baby, i want-"
a hard slap to your inner thigh silenced your whining. the second, followed by a moan.
"i don't need to hear what you want. if the next words out of your mouth aren't 'yes, daddy,' don't bother talking."
a squeaked out "yes, daddy" followed instantly, earning a low groan of approval from your man as he nestled his face against your slick core.
"good girl." it was quiet, right before he ran his tongue from entrance to clit. always slow, always with the intent to make you wait. it didn't serve a purpose if he let you get off easily, no. couldn't have his precious girl getting away with all of her bullshit.
"please, tobio-" a slap against the outside of your thigh reverberated through the foyer of your apartment.
"what part of 'i don't want to hear it' did you not understand, y/n?" the question was quickly followed by a hard suck to your clit, enough to lodge whatever sharp-tongued response you had thought of in your throat. kageyama kept a rigorous pace, eagerly licking and sucking at your sensitive clit. god, the lewd sounds combined with his groaning against you was enough to bring heat to your face.
the sweetest of nibbles made you moan out 'daddy,' earning you more of his praise. more of his touch, more of his golden tongue lapping at you incessantly. more, more, always more.
"do you think you deserve me tonight?" he growled from beneath you, gorgeous admiral blue meeting your eyes. "are you going to behave?"
all you could do was nod as he moved up your body, fingers skimming against your soft skin. as he reached full height, kageyama once more took your chin in his hand, forcing you to meet his gaze head-on.
"always acting up, y/n. can't just tell me what you want, can you?"
a soft smirk washed over your features as you stretched to reach his lips, brushing them gently with your own.
