@chicoree Someone Mentioned Dilf!Osamu—

Women have many belongings. It used to vex Nanami. But it doesn’t anymore.

The first thing to migrate to his home, was your face lotion. He has a face lotion, a perfectly serviceable one, but you insisted on bringing your own. Your routine was important to you, you had told him, and Nanami understood. Routines, rules, structure – these are all things he has always respected, found meaning in. And so, in his bathroom, his drugstore razor, toothbrush, and facewash sat together, lined up like toy soldiers, right next to a luxurious indigo jar of face cream.

The rest of your routine follows shortly: the lilac bottle of mist that smells like aloe, the golden serum that smells like summertime, and the periwinkle tube of your green tea face wash. Your bergamot and sandalwood soap linger on his pillow, and when he can’t smell you on his sheets anymore, longing sits heavy and sticky in his throat.

Your clothes are next. Amidst his practical navy, gray, and blacks, appear pops of warm lilac, royal blue, and torched orange. He doesn’t mind it in the least – it would be entirely unreasonable for him to demand that you stop bringing such colorful clothes in his home, especially when he never really wants you to leave.

When the two of you finally just bite the bullet and put your name on the lease, Nanami imagines that his life will certainly become more colorful. But he doesn’t have the first idea of how many more things will be in his house.

All his life, Nanami has lived quietly, abstemiously. He is a jujutsu sorcerer – while his non-sorcerer peers were learning trigonometry, he was learning how to kill curses and how to die as a soldier dies: with resolve and bravery, to the bitterest end. His life has been fat trimmed from steak, practical solid color towels, plastic storage bins with plenty of clearing near the edge, never packed to capacity. A man who walks on the very edge of life and death doesn’t require more than the necessities. The very few things he indulges in are sensible: good whiskey, grade A rice, custom leather shoes (no broguing) built to take a beating.

You bring in your life to his, and it is completely different. You’re striped linens, fresh flowers, scented candles on every corner. Baby blue drinking glasses shaped like beer cans, artisanal ceramicware made by friends locally. Your life is marked by comfort, simple pleasure, and (dare he say it) the sweetest, most innocent frivolity. He supposes it’s really what he loves most about you, honestly. He’s always tended drawn closer to brighter, bolder personalities: earnest and warm, like Haibara and Itadori, not bombastic and irreverent, like Gojo or Tsukumo. You belong in the same shades of sunlight as Haibara and Itadori, but…tender. Like the dream-like throw of warm, rose tipped dawn that thaws the chill of his lonely apartment.

Now, in the mornings, he doesn’t wake to the desolate silence of a man alone. He wakes to the sound of your fluffy slippers in the kitchen, the smell of dark roast coffee, the sight of your toiletries sitting side by side in the bathroom, cozy and couple-like.

Somewhere between your checker print tea kettle, and the warmth of your body on the sheets, Nanami falls so in love with you that he looks back on his life and wonders how he ever lived, starved of the sun that is you, for so long.

I bet iwa gets stressed out whenever you have a tummy ache and anxiously webMD’s reasons for tummy troubles and works himself into a crazy spiral, meanwhile, you just drank more coffee than usual or smth like that

hello! your eremin x reader you sent to poppy made me hyperventilate. i want to die. thank you for your service. i'm gonna go wring out my underwear.

Hello! I’m glad you liked it! Tbh @ringpop-poppy is the one who got me into Eremin, so it was really a love letter to her lol. Happy wringing!

i heard a/b/o dynamics and i was summoned

alpha!Atsumu, who has dated plenty of pretty omegas. Who's spent heats with girlfriends, hook-ups, and etc. Who loves walking into the room and tasting his partner's arousal in the air already, heady and dizzying. Who loves hunching over his omega partners, dripping with sweat, and watching them whine and sob for his knot, legs opening shamelessly and hips bucking eagerly.

Who has never met an omega quite as sweet as you before. Who smells you before he sees you and nearly chokes on his own tongue, his dick half-hard by the time he manages to actually get a glimpse of you, as you're walking down the street with your work bag slung over your shoulder.

Who immediately asks you to coffee near the MSBY gym, proceeds to fall deliriously in love with you. Who finds himself helplessly endeared by your blushing, your laugher, your big Bambi eyes, and your soft little cry-baby heart. Who listens patiently when you tell him that you'd like to wait until your heat to have sex with him for the first time, his heart squeezing with such affection as you duck your head down and look up at him through your lashes and murmur "I think it'll just be so cute and romantic".

Who thinks he's got this in the bag, when you let him know the week you start to feel a little warmer than usual. Who starts preparing a special go-bag full of your favorite snacks, some of his sweaty tee-shirts, and plenty of gatorade for the both of you to guzzle down between romps. Who knows not to jerk off for a few days leading up to your heat, so he plenty of cum for you. Who imagines how it'll feel when you're crying and cumming beneath him, soft and desperate, begging for your big alpha on top. Who has to squeeze the base of his dick punishingly when he thinks about how wet and creamy your pussy will be, sucking him in all hungry and naughty. Who already has calculated how the next few days will go: you'll probably want to spend the first day necking and kissing, before getting to the main event.

Who realizes that he's COMPLETELY out of his depth when he arrives with some onigiris, his go-bag, and a kiss, only for him to be shoved and roughly man-handled into your best and thoroughly ravished. Who can only gasp and stammer in shock when you tear his pants down and immediately start choking yourself on his dick, like you're going to die if you don't. Who's stammering "d-don't you wanna take it slo—ughnnnnn" when you roll your underwear to the side and promptly sit right down on his dick, your hips rolling so naughty and sinister that Atsumu can literally feel his balls swell up. Who can only moan helplessly, convulsing like you'd milked his entire spirit out of his body, as his eyes roll up to the back of his head when you start cumming on him, growling and purring happily. Who whimpers at the phantom tingle in his dick when you squirm down and coo happily around his knot.

Who can only laugh breathlessly and cover his eyes when you come back to your senses, blush, and apologize profusely for how rough you were. "I know Alphas don't really like rough Omegas," you stammer out, looking very embarrassed, "I'm usually much better about these things—"

Atsumu just wraps his arm around you and kiss you, before laughing again, marveling at how such a sweet thing like you has such a wild animal all up inside of her.

"We've got the next few days for me to do all the driving," Atsumu just grins up at you. "I don't mind it if you wanna take the wheel for a bit."

In the end, he does have to tie you up just so he can hydrate and get something to eat, while you sob and wail and howl like an animal against the headboard, and he's not really sure if his dick will ever recover after that one round where he had your legs twisted up over your head and he started babbling frantically about pups while rutting up inside of you and you started squirting on him, but from the happy and sleepily satisfied smile you give him, Atsumu is sure that he'll figure something out.

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omg but supportive!Iwa who loves that you love pole, but puts his foot down when he thinks that you're over-training. Your health and safety are paramount to this man, so when he welcomes you home with a hug and you wince, experimentally rolling your shoulder in large circles and grimacing, he goes from boyfriend to Team Japan's Olympic Trainer Doctor of Sports Medicine. Immediately bans you from any sort of pole or conditioning, glaring you into submission while he wields ice packs wrapped in old rags and all but funneling BCAAs and collagen peptides down your throat.

Gives you a thorough nightly rub down, thumbs digging into your muscles firmly, but gingerly probing at your knees, hips, and shoulders in case of injury. He has to admit, he really respects how you can take a lot more pressure and pain than most of the pro-athletes he works with as he rubs out knots in your hamstring and lats. Starts doing his own research on pole-related injuries and when he watches your videos, so he's prepared for any ache or strain you feel. He just loves you so much, how could he ever live with knowing that you were hurting and he could help?

Sobbing. I want supportive boyfriend Iwa. Iwa who starts going through the muscle groups you’re working too and figuring out ways for you to condition them even when you’re not at class. Who regularly draws warms bubble baths for the two of you. Who jokingly asks when you’re going to return the favour of rubbing the kinks out of his body but always waves you off whenever you offer 🥺🥺🥺

i think it also means he's really into it when you do a lot of cute, domestic things. gets butterflies when he sees the laundry you've folded for your little household, and gets a little too excited when he finds you cooking or baking something yummy. loves it when you pack him a bento, and write him a little love note. he's a staunch feminist, so it embarrasses him a little when he realizes just how manly he feels when you cling close to him when weaving through a crowd together, or how important he feels when you watch him take his first few bites when you both have dinner together.

I think Iwa just really thrives in that traditionally masculine role. Just really to takes being a provider, protector, and pleaser. Def the kind of guy to touch his lady’s waist when he needs to skirt by her, and who gets up early to shovel your car out from the snow. Calls you at the supermarket when you ask him to pick up some groceries if he has a question about something on your list, and keeps an eye out for any interesting treats that you might like. Brings home flowers on the regular, and has a strict no checking work rule for the weekends because he values his quality time with you. Makes sure he’s always walking between you and the road, and stays eagle eyed for any unsavory figures. just a solid, dependable man.

Supportive!Iwa pt 3 because I just came from a great pole class ✌️

Iwa who tags along to one of your classes and is a little flustered when he walks in and everyone is dressed quite comfortably in underwear and booty shorts. He’s nervous about making any of the other women feel uncomfortable, but they all smile at him and wave (you told all your pole girls about him and they’re determined to make sure he has a wonderful class). Curiously follows along as you undress to just some boy shorts and a tank top, wash your hands with dawn soap, and apply your grip to your hands, inner arms, thighs, knees, shins, and feet. Who is fascinated by the pole-assisted stretches, the light core conditioning, and how attentive the teachers are to accommodate for any injuries. Who watches every move demonstrated closely, asking for a break down of the movements. Who has most of the muscles to do the moves, but whose skin isn’t tough enough and he nearly taps out over just the warm up fan kicks. Who can barely stop himself from swearing the first time he tries climbing the pole, and fails, only to watches in awe as you calmly ascend and simply sit, legs tucked neatly. Who finds himself totally gassed only 30 minutes in, his arms and fingers shaking. Who’s a little embarrassed, but pleased when he successfully completes an ugly fireman’s spin and all the girls in the class erupt into loud cheering. Who finds himself talking to the nearby girls, who give him tips about his grip, balance, and momentum. Who watches you twirl around gorgeously with some of the other girls, laughing and encouraging each other. Who leaves class feeling thoroughly worked, but immensely proud of you and all the skill you’ve accumulated. Who goes back home with you, makes you a delicious meal, and reminds himself to make a batch of the old protein muffins he made in college for himself, so you have a nutritious little post-class snack.

Omg the fact that you do pole classes is amazing and so very sexy because your core muscles must be insanely developed??? And I'm v jealous 😭😭 Iwa at a pole class though is so CUTE and adorable like he's sweating and swearing and very red-faced, but he tries so hard!!!!

And the bit about him making food foor after wahhhh please he would?! You know he started bringing them to the class too for you to share with all your friends and! He just!! He's the best!!!

a writing competition i was going to participate in again this year has announced that they now allow AI generated content to be submitted

their reasoning being that "we couldn't ban it even if we wanted to, every writer already uses it anyway"

"Every writer"?

come on

oh god his hands would be so rough

My piece for the MSBY: Game changer zine 💕