➽ yuuta x reader x rika
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➽ fluff; pure fluff, just rika falling in love with you being in love with yuuta.
・❥・just a little something for my partner in crime @acideiz, reader is pretty netrual safe for mention of hair colour, but since this is a dedicated piece I will not listen to any complaints. je t'adore you little freak 💕
She had always been distrustful of everyone, too used to staying on guard, ready to snatch her love away from any possible harm. He always had been too fragile, too kind, too sweet in her eyes. This corrupted rotten world didn’t deserve him, no one did. Sometimes she would think even her wasn’t worthy of him and that’s why she kept doing what she was doing.
Because if no one was worthy of him all she could do was devote herself to protect him.
And as the days passed and his enemies went from simple immature high school bullies who couldn’t see the greatness he embodied to more and more dangerous people and even creatures she slowly lost herself in the love that ended up cursing her existence. Slowly losing her meek appearance and beautiful hair for long claws and sharp teeth, a blind rage to annihilate any trash littering the way her beloved was walking on, all in the name of true pure childhood love.
The ring he wore like a lifeline was the only thing keeping her anchored to a lone shard of sanity and stopping her from fully devolving into the abyss where every single curse came from.
He had always been hers, from day one, her one and only just as she was his.
Until you came along.
You with your soft smiles and unconditional kindness, you with your beautiful hair and loud voice, you with your wonderful cooking that tasted like home and your caring instincts.
You came along almost by accident, stumbling into their lives after a mission, taking it upon yourself to make sure Yuuta got back into health and wouldn’t let him out of your sight until he had cleared his plate. Making sure he got a proper night of sleep and even coming around in the middle of the night to make sure he was tucked in safely and hadn’t ran away to answer his sensei’s sporadic demands.
You who she thought were trying to steal him away from her, just like everyone else before you.
She had tried, so hard, to protect him, tooth and nail, all her entire existence was devoted to him, so much she could be considered an extension of his person. But not with the way you suddenly decided that since she was his shadow she too deserved love and care.
No one but him had ever been kind to her, but your gentle words and tentative tries to approach made the growls slowly melt away into soft hums, the sharpness of her claws blunting out so she would not hurt you if she approached you and her form suddenly not being so imposing looming over you whenever you came around his place to make sure he was taking care of himself.
It hadn’t been an instant nor easy process, it took so many tries, so many extra plates you made for her because you weren’t sure if curses could consume human food thrown back at you, shattered against the wall, so many times Yuuta had to come up between the two of you just to make sure she wouldn’t bite your head off, but slowly but surely she realised you weren’t trying to manipulate him into liking you or lower his guard.
You were doing it out of the goodness of your heart, thinking how sad it must be to not have someone cook for you nor care for you other than your lover, to be perceived only as a monster by everyone who encountered you, to be considered just a prop or an extra weapon by other sorcerers.
And like him you decided to make her live again, you made her rediscover the wonder of cooking, of girly things and the most precious to her of all, the wonders of haircare, which she had missed since her body decided to deform into a wretched creature. She would spend hours playing with your long black hair, so soft and so shiny just like hers had been before she died, and you would let her.
You were different from everyone else, you weren’t scared of her, you didn’t try to harm her because of how she presented, you didn’t want to separate them.
He keeps one hand on the while almost carelessly driving top down when he speeds down the highway. The sun shines down on the both of you, providing you with all the warmth you can ever ask for. Your hair blows in the wind and he takes small glances to admire you — the pretty girl who sits in the passenger seat. On the other hand, you don’t make an effort to hide your staring, observing how the top button of his shirt is down, revealing the tattoos on his chest, and how the smoke from the cigarette falls behind him.
There’s nothing but miles of desert that surround either side of the car, but it’s not like you would try to run away anyways. It’s been a year. You trust him. That trust includes him paying your rent in time, him giving you extra money for textbooks, him giving you a much needed vacation. And with time, you trust him to keep you safe — something that he has never failed to do once.
“You’re staring again, Princess.”
“Keep your eyes on the road, Ryo.”
He grins at the sound of you calling him by his first name, enjoying how it rolls off your tongue. Ryo. It’s a name often spoken with underlying tones of spite, but you say it in a way that’s so gentle, he can’t help but yearn to hear it once more. Though, you don’t notice his expression. Instead, you’re looking at the veins adorning his inked arms to his hands to his knuckles, licking your lips at the sight.
“Where are we going anyways?” You ask, resting your head against your arm, basking in the feeling of the sun warmly hitting your face.
“It’s a surprise, Princess,” he brings the cigarette up to his lips, “Don’t worry about it. Just enjoy yourself.”
And so you do, your usual worries leaving you with every passing mile as you anticipate his next move. When the only thing left in his hand is a cigarette butt, his hand frees up, but you don’t quite realize it until his long fingers grip your thigh. He gives it a small squeeze, keeps his eyes on the road and blood rushes to your cheeks. “Pervert.” You mutter, faux disdain evident in your voice.
“What’s that, Sweetheart?” He asks mockingly.
“I said you’re a pervert,” you roll your eyes with a smile, “Do I have to repeat it again?”
“I guess you’re not getting your bonus this month.”
He’s bluffing, just like always and you giggle, bringing the hand up to your lips, pressing a soft, adoring kiss. For a moment, Sukuna is taken aback at the oddly intimate action, but you bring his hand back down to your inner thigh, placing a little higher than where it was before. He rubs small circles on the flesh and you go back to admiring the marked skin and strawberry blonde hair blowing in the wind.
Around 30 minutes later, a familiar sight of sand and waves come into view. Water crashes on the land, palm trees thrive, different groups of people are gathered together.
“A beach?” You ask excitedly, before your face is pulled into a frown, “I don’t have a swimsuit.”
“I bought one for you, Princess,” he chuckles, “You think I’d come unprepared?”
“You brought me to the beach because you wanted to see me in a bikini, didn’t you?”
“That’s a plus,” he admits, “But remember when you said that you liked beaches, even if you were doing nothing, you just liked to sit around in the sun and think? Sand between your toes and shit? Thought you needed that right about now.”
“Well, you aren’t wrong.”
He brushes your hair behind your ear right after he finishes parking, kissing your forehead and giving you two flimsy pieces of fabric to slip on for the day. You find an area to change before coming out and he’s ready to walk out on the sand, a blanket in one hand. Spending time with him, being with him, it’s exactly what he paid you to do and you like to think you’re doing a good job. Either way, it wasn’t just a way to make ends meet anymore. At this point, it wasn’t just a simple transaction.
And for him? It wasn’t the temporary pleasure he had anticipated. It was enjoyable. And when you were gone? He longed for you in a way he hadn’t felt before.
It was calming to lay on his lap, his body slightly propped up by his palm while his hand rested on your cheek, thumb brushing the soft skin. Your body relaxes at his touch, hand coming to wrap around his wrist. He’s confused at first until you’re sitting up yourself, positioning yourself until you’re fully sat on his lap. Your thumb brushes his bottom lip before you lean in for a searing kiss.
This time, you’re initiating all of it, grinding against the imprint on his crotch, keeping your hands on his shoulder as he groans deeply. You’re far enough from the rest of the public, at least you think you are, but it doesn’t matter anymore because this time he lets you get on top, something that rarely happens. Every kiss on your bare neck to your shoulder is sluggish, almost lazy, and every grope on the fat of your hips and the plush of your ass is gentle, almost like you were made of porcelain.
Though, you don’t question it; you don’t see the point in doing that anyways because the material separating your slick cunt from his thigh is thin. Before you know it, his cock is out of his shorts, springing up to his stomach as he pulls on the string of your bikini bottoms, watching the material easily fall off your body. You align yourself onto him, sinking down and taking time to feel every inch of his throbbing length.
Every roll of your hips is languid, contrasting from the many times he usually takes control and abuses your body as he pleases, giving you a fat sum of money after. But somehow, the intimacy of right now was just as good, if not better, than past times. Your breaths mingle together and you forget that you’re on the beach at all, lost in your own euphoria as he pulls your body closer, sucking on the smooth skin of your neck. He never misses a chance to mark you.
His thumb quickly finds your bundle of nerves, massaging soft circles and your walls clamp around his fat cock, swallowing every inch as you ride him. Your back arches, a sign signifying that you’re close, but instead of thrusting upwards like usual, he guides your hips until your high comes to you in waves, causing your walls to flutter erratically. “So cute,” he coos, watching your mouth open as you come undone, “Such a pretty girl when you’re cumming around my cock, aren’t you?”
“Y-Yeah, Ryo,” you reply hazily, “Feels s’good, Ryo.”
“So needy,” he murmurs, “Doesn’t matter where we are, huh?”
You could only reply with a whimper because your mind is foggy, filled with dense clouds of lust and your knees hurt, but he hasn’t cum yet and you want to make him feel good so badly. He senses this, tightening the grip around your ass and biting down on your shoulder just to hear you whine again. He’s successful, the sound setting him off as he holds down your hips until his cock is buried in your warm pussy, shooting a streak of hot white cum into your womb.
One slight movement of your hips causes his length to twitch, stiffening once again. Sukuna can tell that you’re tired, and so he thrusts upwards, harshly driving into your ruined cunny while you muffle your sobs into his neck. He holds you close, inhaling your scent, as he impales you over and over again with his fat cock.
“So good for me, so fucking perfect,” he praises, getting lost in the feeling of your tight cunt pulsating around him, “God, I fucking love you.”
The sound of waves crashing onto the shore layer over the lewd sounds as pure adrenaline pumps in your veins. You chant his name over and over again like a mantra, your creaming cunny sucking him until he’s milked dry. By the time the two of you leave the beach, you’re filled to the brim with his seed with sticky residue remaining on your thighs the whole ride back home.
warnings: soft(ish) smut, nsfw, unprotected sex, creampie, tit job, oral (m receiving), overstimm, size kink, squirting (if you squint), cockwarming, praise kink, more implied sex, mention of a spit kink, h*nd holding LMAO
(a/n): this fic is dedicated to one of my dear moots, @solelytobios, a fellow tobio simp, and beta read by @sakusas-personal-hole (thx a bunch!!!) happy birthday to my lil baby, talented setter, tobio :D
warm skin, soft lips.
your movements are languid, from the moment you pull off his practice sweats to the moment your tongue flicks up to tease his slit. he looks down at you with dilated pupils, resisting the urge to push your head down his shaft, letting you do the work as you had insisted when he got home. his head is thrown back, hands carding through your hair as you look back up with teary eyes.
under the jersey that flows past your knees, you're completely bare.
the feeling of your wet cavern is gone and he whines, but before he can process your next move, his jersey is already thrown somewhere on the floor, his dick already resting between the valley of your breasts, already lubricated with a mix of your saliva and his precum. it allows him to fuck your tits with ease.
he thrusts upwards on instinct and you silently forgive him, pressing a small kiss on the head. "just relax, tobio, okay?"
"okay."
and so you squeeze your breasts together, the gap between them stuffed full of his thick cock, pre cum dripping down the shaft. he squirms at the image of your lips sucking on the pretty pink tip, tits pushed together, and it's all enough to make him cum alone. he thinks he's about to burst.
tobio looks so handsome like this, you think. his hands desperately gripping the sheets, saliva spilling out of his lips, thighs flexing with each stroke of your breasts. the flesh is soft and warm, easy to slip through, and they feel so tight around him. you fasten your pace, determined to make him spill his seed, but his hand grips your shoulder, a silent plea to stop. "tobio?" you ask worriedly, "did i hurt you? i'm sorry i-"
"no, you didn't do anything wrong," he struggles to find the right words, his mind still hazy from how good you made him feel, "i- i just want to cum in you."
your eyes soften at his words before you reposition, quickly lining him up with your entrance and sinking down, adjusting to the painful stretch. even after all this time, you still struggle to take all of him in, no matter how wet you are. he's huge and the tip bumps at the entrance of your cervix every time. but he's always patient, letting you take your time so that he can pound into you with ease later. the stretch burns, your little hole doing its best to accommodate for his fat cock.
but all he can think about is the way you treated him so well with your tits.
and so he's quick to flip you over, stuffing your tight pussy full, relishing in the way you're already creaming and clenching erratically around him. pleasure washes over your body with one direct hit towards your sweet spot. "i can't believe you already came." he mutters, pulling out completely, covered in your slick. he's surprised, but his cheeks are hot and he's proud. "that easy?"
"it's because your dick is too big, tobio!" you respond, slightly embarrassed, and he smirks, "well, i need to cum, too, right? it's my birthday after all."
tobio doesn't let you respond, instead pulling your thighs until your body slides towards him. your lower body is lifted off the bed, one hand holding your waist with a harsh grip, his cock sliding back into your wet cunt and brushing against your g spot. you feel like toy when he fucks into you relentlessly, sounds of slapping skin feeling the air, sloshing noises produced by your juices.
"you're taking me so well," he rambles, "such a good girl." you respond with a moan, nails digging into his shoulders when he leans down to suck on your wet tits. his teeth brush against your nipple and the feeling shoots to your core, your walls clamping down on him. he's intoxicated and his breath is heavy, the only thing on his mind is the high he's chasing and the way you make him feel.
by now, you're well on your way to another orgasm, your mind cloudy with euphoria as he pounds into your quivering, fucked out hole. the familiar knot builds in your stomach and unwinds while you gush all over him, slick spilling onto your sheets.
but he hasn't come yet.
and the overstimulation hurts, but you endure his pace because it's tobio and you love him. you look down, his face buried in your the soft mounds on your chest. he sucks, licks, and bites at the little nubs while your thighs wrap around his waist, bringing him closer and closer until it's hard to move. you feel impossibly tight and he doesn't know how much longer he'll last.
wanting more friction, he positions you until your knees are pinned to your chest, allowing him to hit even deeper. at this angle, it feels like your guts are being rearranged. his balls slap harshly against your ass while you're practically folded in half. your mind is empty, your lips are parted open and when his fingers find your clit, you're filled with intense bliss. when you look down again, you're met with the sight of his shaft disappearing in and out of your aching pussy. the only thing you can do is chant his name over and over again until he reaches his own high. little praises and moans spill from his lips as your tiny cunt squeezes around him.
thick, long fingers interlock with yours, keeping you grounded as tobio stills and fills your creamy, fluttering cunny to the brim with his warm seed.
he flips you over, resting on his back while you lay down on his chest. his cock softens inside of you and you close your eyes, enjoying the feel of your bare chest on his, strong arms surrounding your body. but eventually, someone has to get up and cook dinner.
you pepper his face with kisses until he groans tiredly, "you already want more?" you slap his chest, "no, dumbass! i have to go cook dinner!"
"i'm not hungry."
"i'm not hungry either."
"welp," he holds your body closer before slipping out of your entrance, "can we have hot coco?"
you nod excitedly, quickly slipping on his jersey before limping to the kitchen as fast as you can. you immediately pull out a pot, turn on the stove, and pour in the milk while tobio stumbles his way there in only his sweats. "how chocalatey do you want it to be?"
"yes."
you laugh before pouring in another packet and stirring it in with the milk. the sound of your humming fills the room before tobio speaks up again, "you really came faster than hinata sprints, huh?"
"shut up!" you turn off the stove and pour in the hot liquid into two mugs, "i won't hesitate to spit in your hot coco."
"i'd still drink it."
you roll your eyes, sitting on the counter while tobio watches you enjoy the drink from his seat at the table. he puts down his mug, walking towards you until he's between your legs, "t-tobio! we just fucked like five minutes ago! your cum is still in me as we speak!"
"i'll just fuck it back into you, i guess." he shrugs casually. your cheeks heat up at the prospect and you try your best not to squeal.
"tobio, you can't just say shit like that-" he immediately shuts you up with a wet kiss and you melt into the feeling. his hand peaks underneath his jersey, a thick finger collecting up the essence of your tiny hole. "it's my birthday after all." he says and you laugh, unaware of how fast he's pulled down his sweats.
your giggles are cut off by his fat length splitting you in half once again.
When you do finally get Samu to help you when you both have a night off, he's so soft with you because he doesn't want to hurt you. He kisses you sweetly, runs his hands over your body, elicits soft moans and gasps and little whimpers of pleasure as he runs his tongue over your body down to your sex. He makes love to your sex, kissing and licking all over and easing you toward your first peak of the night with his fingers, lips, and tongue.
He lets out a breathy groan when he finally slides inside you, and he gives you a moment to adjust to his size. When you tell him you're okay, he sets a slow pace that has you whining out for him. He just kisses you again and slowly starts to pick up the pace, but he prioritizes deep strokes over quick or sharp thrusts.
You grasp onto his back to ground yourself, so you don't completely lose yourself in the pleasure he's giving you. He holds onto you to, his chest against yours and his lips close to your ear, so you can hear the sounds that he makes and he can hear yours too.
There's no rush to either of your movements, the two of you just go with the flow and figure each other out slowly and tenderly. And once you've both reached and come down from your highs, you simply lay together in the aftermath and chat quietly about the experience you two just shared.
Oh my GOD imagine being in a fwb type relationship with Osamu
I feel like he'd be one of the better ones to do that with because he'd listen to what you want and take care of you, while also knowing that the two of you are just having sex when you want (I think Kita qualifies too but that's a whole different thing-).
BUT BUT BUT, you start to fall for him because of how sturdy and strong he is, how he's so receptive to your wants and needs, how he knows how to separate business and pleasure. Now, working at the rice shop, he's started to bulk up some and you love how steady he feels against you when you want to feel his chest against yours.
When you bring it up to him that you're starting to catch feelings, he's very understanding and tells you that it'll be a bit difficult for you to differentiate between what you feel and what the whole dynamic actually means. He says he's okay with you two stopping your activities and taking you out for real, and he's sorry that it's the sex that helped you realize how you felt.
I feel like he'd be so so tender and so understanding with you 🥺🥺🥺
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i'm so in love with hiM PLSSBVHCVDG you're so right bby,, he would be super respectful and understanding of your feelings
Heyyy! Could I please request some hate(love because they are idiots) sex with with time skip atsumu headcannons/drabble? something with thigh riding/playful banter/light degradation but it ends up being soft because they MIGHT have feelings for each other ahha surprise surprise
warnings: hate sex (ish), thigh riding, light degradation, car sex
wait that’s actually so cute djdjdk i might blush 🥰🥰🥰
» atsumu met you through hinata because you visited them all the time during practice. you’re pretty and it makes him nervous, but he doesn’t wanna be caught slippin (esp by sakusa smh) so he just completely ignores you.
» “how was your day atsumu?” silence.
» you think he’s really fucking rude and the awkwardness just makes you want to scream because you’re really trying here. you’ve been able to get along with sakusa, bokuto, and even meian, but atsumu doesn’t budge.
» you finally confront him after a team dinner while you wait for an uber and he stays outside with you to make sure you get to the car safely.
“you’re pathetic,” he mutters, intoxicated by the way your wet cunt soaks his thigh, “really couldn’t wait until we got to my place, huh?”
“shut up!” you grind harder, chasing your own release, hands gripping his shoulders, your head thrown back. atsumu grips your hips, guiding your movement, flexing his thigh which takes you by surprise.
your slick drips all over his skin, your empty hole clenches, and your orgasm washes over you. atsumu leaves kisses on your neck, sucking softly and the pleasure overwhelms you. you let out a whine as you come down from your high. wanting his cock inside of you, you attempt to pull down his boxers, “you’re so needy.”
“it’s what i deserve after you were mean to me for months, tsumu!”
“that’s cause i was afraid to talk to you-” he cuts himself off, looking down on his lap, an embarrassed expression on his face.
“afraid? why?” you smirked, bringing your finger under his chin and turning his head towards you, “were you too scared to talk to a pretty girl?” you coo, watching his face turn red.
FLOWER ANON JUST HUG ME AND THATLL MAKE ME MELT 😭😭
Anyway, to flower anon and the one right after them, that was the exact vibe I had in mind for fwb Samu Samu. Fairy said it well when she said "he's so solid and just a really amazing not-boyfriend-but-kinda-maybe to be around," and yeah he'd definitely deny that he has feelings too because he'd chalk it up to he enjoys your presence and you help him feel better about his appearance since you don't judge him for how he's changed. The same goes for him, he doesn't care about what you look like, and he thinks you look as amazing as he thought you did in high school.
Fwb Samu is just so, so soft with you, he knows you're not fragile but you are precious to him, how could he be rough with you unless you specifically ask him to?
Listen, I've had Osamu brainrot for the last month or so, and this is only the newest bit that's been on my mind.
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this just all screams soft dom samu, who's so obviously more than friends when he looks so deep into your eyes and keeps you so close and tells you all these pretty little things in the middle of the night, laughing sleepily, brushing his fingers along your face, kissing your nose mouth corners before going to sleep with you kept so close in his arms.
i wanna kiss flower and kiwi nonnie. y'all have big brains, and i love tw.soft for osamu 🥺🥺 but fwb osamu who is a literal marshmallow, sweet and kinda marshmallow body type. if you wanna try something new but you're scared, he's the best man to ever try it out with. if it was anal, he'd definitely walk you through everything and reassure you and take it slower than suggested just because he doesn't want to hurt you. yeah, he's a freak in the sheets, but also a freak in the heart because he drinks his respect women juice and chivalry isn't dead with him. will also stock up on your favorite snacks and drinks for aftercare, and will let you hog his bed if you end up staying the night. he can sacrifice his back to a night on the couch. but also, fwb osamu who will trash your other hookups with you, have drunk karaoke nights, and will let you rip atsumu a new one whenever you want. he's convinced he's not in love/catching feelings, just enjoys having you around <3
poJHFDGIGOUdfh i love how we're all <33333 for softie osamu on this here dark blog. but honestly yes absolutely he'd be the perfect person to try kinks out on, he's so solid and just a really amazing not-boyfriend-but-kinda-maybe to be around and uGHHHH i love him
