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ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ + ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ:ᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ, ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ.

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ: ᴍɪᴅᴏʀɪᴍᴀ ꜱʜɪɴᴛᴀʀᴏ, ᴀᴏᴍɪɴᴇ ᴅᴀɪᴋɪ, (ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʟᴏʟ)

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ꜱʜɪɴᴛᴀʀᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʀᴏᴄᴋʏ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ꜱᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ, ʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴘᴏꜱᴇꜱ ᴀɴ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴏʀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ.

[AN: my uni just started to updates might be slow. the beginning is a little show because i just want the plot laid out. thank you so much for all the support on this! i didn't think this would get that much traction but it makes me so happy!]

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ | ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ | ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ

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Shintaro watched you as you sat in front of the vanity mirror, the lights along the mirror illuminating your face as you gently rubbed in the moisturizer on your face. Your hand reached over to close the lid of the moisturizer jar, gliding past the products in front of it as if they had never existed. He hated that. Every time you reached past the plethora of makeup products displayed on the vanity table, he felt a punch in his gut. He had spent hundreds, even thousands, to get you the most high-end makeup. Gucci, Dior, Chanel. Every luxury brand that existed on the market, yet you reached over for a generic drug store tube of lipstick each time. You wore the plain nude shade, barely visible on your lips. Despite the many vibrant, bright and dark colours in front of you, your hand always made its way to the nude shade. He had suggested and even begged you to wear more - a little mascara or eye shadow - but you refused. Every time it was the same lipstick—no matter where you were going. Just like your choice in colours, Shintaro began to find you… boring. Dull. Plain. Uninteresting. He hated it, and in a way, hated you—your simplicity. You never wore the racy lingerie he got you - aside from special occasions, but even those had become rare. Life with you had started to become a chore: the same routine, the same conversations - you'd ask about his day, ask what tea he would like to drink, ask about coworkers - it was like being trapped in a loop. Because of your simplicity, it was easy to notice every detail about you - if you switched to a new perfume, shampoo, and clothes. So when he saw the one vibrant red lipstick tube out of its usual place, he immediately knew what was happening. He cleared his throat as he tightened his tie, fixing his suit in the floor-length mirror. The joint walk-in closet was pretty spacious, with enough room for your vanity table and enough space for him to get ready. It was your idea to have that. You had said that it brought you closer, that it was a very intimate gesture to get in front of each other. "You finally wore that Dior lipstick, huh?" He spoke up, not looking away from the mirror. "Yes. It's a lovely colour." Shintaro was taken aback. He didn't expect you to reply so quickly - actually, he didn't expect you to reply at all. He turned towards you. You had your jewelry box open and were going through it, trying to find a pair of earrings. The event was black-tie, so he assumed you would wear the pearl earring his mother had gotten you - making him confused as to why you were going through the jewelry box since you kept the pearl earrings on the ceramic tray by your perfumes. He inhaled. He knew why the lipstick was out of place - a reason that made his stomach uneasy - but he couldn't muster up the courage to say it, to hear those words come out of his mouth. "Have you seen my Swarovski set? The one with the necklace-" "Who is he?" Shintaro asked, turning towards you. You didn't turn around, staring at his reflection in the mirror in front of you. You stared into his green eyes, seeing rage beginning to frost his vision. You took a deep breath and looked down at the jewelry box, keeping your composure. "I thought you we weren't gonna tell," You replied as you closed the jewelry box, getting up from the chair and walking to one of the closest to your right. "I remember you explicitly laying out rules about this," You opened the closet door and began to push back the few boxes on the shelf in the closet. You paused to pull out a velvety box from the back, smiling before turning around and walking to the vanity. "Or does that only apply to you and the coworkers you fuck?" You asked as you opened the box. Shintaro took in a deep breath. He turned around and began to fidget with his cuffs, looking at his reflection and trying to regulate his breathing. "Is she going to be there?"

"y/n-" "Is she?" "What's gotten into you?!"

It took a moment for Shintaro to realize that he had raised his voice. He turned to you, face feeling flushed and heart thumping in his chest. Your eyes hadn't left the mirror, watching as you put in the stud for the earrings.

"Uber back," You said as you closed the purple box in front of you. "I'm taking the car."

There were only three rules to your arrangement.

Not with anyone you know. Not in the house. Not revealing anything. You figured Shintaro made those rules under the guise that you wouldn't participate - how could you, a doting wife like you, participate in such an act? - or at least, the version of you that Shintaro liked thought that.

You wanted to have hope that by the end of the arrangement, you would be back to normal, putting this whole thing behind and moving on - but the more it went on, the more that vision faded.

None of you had followed the rules. You could smell Mei around the house, thankful that Shintaro had the decency not to fuck his mistress on your bed. You weren't a saint either, fucking your husband's friends on the kitchen counter before going and sleeping next to your husband as if nothing happened. The only rule yet to be broken was the last one—not telling each other anything. But what was the point when you knew that your husband was fucking his younger coworker on the same couches he sat down and had tea with you on?

You'd had enough.

You had Daiki's number from the times he'd babysat Kota. Too nervous to call, you sent a text.

'r u free tonight?'

Immediately you got a reply.

'i'm free after 6.'

'come to my place at 6:30. shintaro is out for a meeting.'

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izayanara

2 years ago

MASTERLIST

I accidently became a KNB account so yeah, here’s all my work on my fav basketball heads <3

All NSFW work has been properly labelled as mature content in accordance to Tumblr’s community guidelines; I’ll still specify for minors not to interact (MDNI 18+). All NSFW work is done with aged-up characters (even when not explicitly specified). ALSO please read the warnings before proceeding thank you :)

REQUESTS: CURRENTLY OPEN

Headcanons

SFW

Various

THE KNB CHARACTERS’ GO TO DRINK // (an alcoholic’s) headcanons

Part 1 | Part 2

A SOAPY STORY // KNB Headcanons

TALL AND GORGEOUS // KNB Headcanons

BLUSHING AND STUTTERING // KNB Headcanons

KNB CHARACTERS AS BENDERS // KNB Headcanons

AREN’T THEY LOVELY? // KNB Headcanons

SWEET DREAM, MY LOVE // KNB Headcanons

IN MORPHEUS’ ARMS // KNB Headcanons

ALWAYS BETTER WITH YOU // KNB Headcanons

WISER (OR NOT) // KNB Headcanons

Aomine

HOLD ME FOREVER // Aomine Headcanons

Kise

THE BEST BOY // Kise Ryōta Headcanons

One Shots

SFW

Various

I Can’t Remember // KNB Characters x gn! Reader

Aomine

Stargazing // Aomine Daiki x Reader

Fine Line // Aomine Daiki x Reader

We’re just hanging // Aomine Daiki x Reader

Flowers // Aomine x Reader

Midorima

Sunkissed // Midorima Shintarō x Fem! Reader

Akashi

Clueless Little You // Akashi Seijurō x Fem! Reader

Kiyoshi

Summer Rains // Kiyoshi Teppei x Fem! Reader

Forever? // Kiyoshi Teppei x Reader

Kagami

It just makes sense // Kagami Taiga x Reader

NSFW

Aomine

Dragon Girl // Aomine Daiki x Fem! Reader

Look at You // Aomine Daiki x Fem! Reader

Kise

Surprises // Kise Ryōta x Fem! Reader

Midorima

You’re Something // Midorima Shintarō x Fem! Reader

Akashi

Two steps ahead // Akashi Seijurō x Fem! Reader

Never Again // Akashi Seijurō x Fem! Reader

Surreal // Akashi Seijurō x Fem! Reader

Kiyoshi

Thursday Nights // Kiyoshi Teppei x Fem! Reader

Up to Expectations // Hyuga Junpei x Fem! Reader x Kiyoshi Teppei

Scenarios

Kise

Friendly neighbour-ly activities // KNB scenario

Drabbles

SFW

Putting oil in Murasakibara’s hair

Barman! Aomine

Kissing Kiyoshi at the club

NSFW

Flustered and horny! Midorima

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izayanara

2 years ago

(Ear)ring - B.H.

a/n: not a request this time, whew, but I hope everyone likes this all the same! I actually really liked writing this one and do not immediately hate it lmao, this idea just came to me a few nights ago lmao

length: 2.5k

warnings: none? fluff? ig ooc billy but like is it really ooc if this how i write him lmao

pairing: Billy Hargrove x reader

summary: you want something to wear that's billy's, but all of his rings are too big for you, so there's always something else.

If it were anyone else in his room, looking through his things and touching them, Billy might've snapped. He might've been a bit more cagey, paid a bit more attention. But it was you, and as far as he was concerned there wasn't a thing in his room he needed to hide from you. The worst thing you'd find was a stupid magazine, but he already had a porn star poster on his wall. Had since long before the two of you started dating. At this point, it filled empty space on his walls.

Besides, you were part of him at this point. Billy had no qualms with you being in his space, touching his things. You knew what he didn't like you doing and vice versa at this point.

So, while you look through his tapes, he lays on his bed leaning against the backboard, a book opened in one hand while the other rests behind his head. His stereo playing one of the tapes he had made in collaboration with you. The music taste between the two of you had been on two sides of a spectrum but sharing them with one another was the only time Billy enjoyed your music taste. If anyone else tried to make him listen to it, he'd hate it.

When the final song finished, you pulled the tape out and put another one inside, this time the music was definitely a mix he had made only for himself, yet you still smiled while it played.

Seemingly bored of your rummaging through his various tapes of music, you pulled yourself off the floor, making an exaggerated sound like you were an older person getting out of bed. You had a little hop to your step when you stood straight and made a beeline for his dresser, covered in various trinkets.

"The fuck was that?" Billy questions the noise you made, looking away from the book Hard Times and looking to you, "sounded like an old ass man."

You shrug, "just practicing for when I'm an old lady."

"Keep practicing," he rolls his eyes and turns back to his book.

He doesn't see it, but he knows you're sticking your tongue out at him like a child.

On his dresser are a variety of things. A shirt he haphazardly threw on top rather than putting it away or in the laundry bin, a few different hair products that he liked to use, chapstick that you left at his house so if you forgot your other one you could use this one when you were there (he also used it too now), a few tapes he hadn't put away, a random book, and a little dish with different rings inside.

The dish was what beckoned your attention as you began to look through it.

Billy had a lot of rings. All of them were rather thick, made of silver or something else of the same colour. Some had designs on them, but most were rather plain to look at. He didn't wear them all at once, but somedays he'd wear a few on his hands. Sometimes he'd switch one out for another. But the one ring he never took off was one that had belonged to his mother. It was on his hand always.

Plucking a simpler ring from the dish, one that also looked a bit smaller than the others, you put it on your index finger. Too big. You tried your ring finger. Nope, way too big. Your thumb. Still no. It felt weird, definitely not meant for that finger.

Going through a few more, it gave you the same results. Rings too big for your smaller hands; it truly put into perspective just how much bigger Billy was than you in almost every aspect there was. Taller than you, buffer than you, bigger hands, feet.

You sighed dramatically, "you have huge hands you know?"

Billy looks up from his book again, this time looking at you almost as if you'd grown another head. To others, he likely would have come across as annoyed, but you knew how to read his face better than others.

And suddenly it's turning from mild confusion to a smirk on his lips, a glint in his eyes. You'd given him a perfect opening you realize, preparing yourself for whatever his brain had prepared for you.

"There are a lot of things about me that are big sweetheart," he almost purrs when he speaks. He sounds confident, snarky, and amused. If you weren't across the room you'd have playfully hit his shoulder gently.

But as it was, the best you could give him was a pointed look and a few words.

"Sure," you respond with an eye roll, "sometimes you are so..."

You look for a word that expresses itself properly but find yourself coming up empty; Billy however is quick on the draw- he always is.

"Sexy, the best fuck-" He offers words without much thought, only looking into your eyes- blue ones piercing through you as he smirks. He knows what he's doing. He always does.

"Annoying," you quickly cut off his words, huffing as your ears heat up, "I was thinking of the word annoying."

"That's not what you said the other night in your room."

"Oh my God, Billy."

"Yeah, that's more like what you were saying."

This time you don't even bother to offer him a response, too flustered to even try. You know it will be thrown back at you as you inevitably give him more ammunition to tease.

Instead, you puff your cheeks out akin to a child and turn your back to him once more busying yourself with the dish of rings in front of you on the dresser. Picking some of them up and looking at them in your hands but not really noticing them anymore.

Billy watches you fully now, dog-earing the page of his book he's stopped on instead of using a bookmark (he'd lose that shit so fast, and really, this is much faster and easier to do) and throws his book to the side on his bed. Stretching his muscles out a bit, he moves to stand to his full height, putting his arms up to stretch and then letting them fall.

Either you're ignoring him and what he's doing, or you're really enraptured with the rings in the dish. Billy is fairly sure it's the former.

It doesn't stop him from slithering his way up behind you and resting his heavy hands on your waist, digging his fingers into your sides roughly, but not enough to actually hurt you.

It elicits a small noise from your lips, one that emboldens the dirty blonde behind you as he pulls his body fully against your back, capturing you in his firm grasp.

His head dips to rest his chin on your shoulder and so he can peer into your face and gauge your emotions. Get your attention. But you're stubborn, and even though he can physically feel the way your body melts a smidge into his own, enjoying his presence and touch.

Your body always gave you away.

Your eyes stayed trained on the ring in your hand however and Billy watched the way you played with it.

"You want one?" He asks you, waiting. If he could pull you closer into his body he would.

You don't answer, trying your hardest to keep up the act of silence against him for teasing you. You aren't that mad in reality, it's just the principle of the thing you started.

And part of you enjoys the moves he makes to coax you to speak.

"You can take one," he continues, taking the ring out of your hand behind you and taking one of your smaller hands into his, slipping the ring onto one of your fingers where it sits loosely, not fitting whatsoever, "small ass fuckin' hands."

There's something about how he puts the silly little (it is not little and it's probably silver plated or platinum) ring onto your finger that makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside.

It's the imagery of him doing so that makes you feel a spark. Makes you feel something deep in the pit of your stomach, something telling you that one day you hope he does this again, but for a different reason and with a ring that fits.

But that wasn't important right now. You were still young.

"Yeah, like I said... You have big hands," you finally speak, clearing your throat nervously, "It's too bad. Wearing something that's yours would be nice."

"You wear my shit all the time. Isn't that my shirt?"

It was, in fact, his shirt.

"That's not what I mean, I mean something like this. That I don't have to take off... It's like... Having a piece of you with me, all the time. No matter how far we are from one another or whatever happens to either of us, it's like a piece of you is with me always."

It was so cliché. And Billy's continued silence after you spoke only made you cringe at yourself. Albeit the words were true, and you meant them from the bottom of your heart, you also recognized how silly and corny it sounded. Billy wasn't corny, he wasn't mushy and soft like that. He had to be rolling his eyes you just couldn't see.

"Okay, go ahead and laugh."

But rather, Billy was just staring. Not rolling his eyes, making any jokes. You couldn't see this because he was still behind you, your back pressed against his front. But he wasn't preparing himself to laugh or make fun.

If you were anyone else, maybe he would have. If he heard someone else say something like that to someone he would've rolled his eyes and thought it was the corniest shit ever. But this wasn't the case.

It was you. And it made his chest tighten. The implication that one day maybe there was a possibility that life could tear you away from him or vice versa wasn't something that Billy liked to think about or entertain.

As far as he was concerned, nothing could happen. Not if he didn't think about it in the moment.

Pulling himself away from you suddenly, you missed the sudden loss of his warmth and his body against yours, the way his hands molded around your body.

You worried for a moment that you'd said something wrong. But you couldn't get a word in as you watched him move around his room.

Billy was on a mission, he went to a dresser beside his bed and knelt down. Inside the drawer was where he kept the few earrings he had and liked to wear in his single pierced ear.

He didn't like leaving them out in the open. His father used the fact he had his ear pierced against him. Neil would probably throw them out or use them as more ammunition against his son if he saw them sitting out.

Picking out one of the earrings- one that dangled- Billy stood up straight again and made his way back to you.

He took your chin into one of his hands and tilted your head to the side, then tilted it to the other side before settling it back to look directly at him.

"Left or right?"

"What?"

"Left or right, Jesus, which ear do you want this in?"

He dangled the earring in his hand in front of your face, as if it was obvious what he wanted and you were just annoying him.

In reality, he was very much unused to this- this feeling and the actions he was taking.

"Oh, right-" you quickly catch on as your heart swells, taking your small stud silver earring out from your left ear, holding it in your hand, waiting.

Billy's hands are gentle. Actually very gentle in this moment. You know him to be heavy-handed- not on purpose. The way he holds your hand is tighter than other people might, or the way he holds you is tight and you're always pulled against him. In bed, he's leaving his fingers indented on your body. He's never hurt you, but by default, he's rougher than other people.

But right now, as he takes the dangly earring and holds it so close to your ear, he is the most gentle you've ever seen him. He's so carefully placing the earring into the small hole in your earlobe, making sure it's in and not going to come out.

His fingers are warm against your ear and skin, and it feels peaceful. The way his knuckles brush against the side of your face as he puts the earring in. You just want him near you.

Billy's hands pull away once the piece of jewelry is secure, taking your face in his hands again, slightly squeezing your cheeks together as he does so. Seemingly admiring his handiwork and his earring in your ear, his face that he'd been keeping neutral seems to brighten a smidge and you note the upturn at the corner of his mouth.

"Looks good," he says suddenly, turning your face to look into the mirror on his wall.

The earring moves at the movement, dangling and touching the skin below your ear softly and it sort of tickles. But he's right, it does look good. Maybe it's a bit odd in contrast to your other ear, stud alone while the other is more dramatic, but you love it all the same. It's his, it's him, and he's letting you wear it.

"Give me your earring."

His hand is out expectantly, waiting for you to drop the object he's referring to into his open palm. Focused on admiring the earring in your ear and the warm feeling in your stomach, it confuses you for a few seconds as he moves his hand in a motion that repeats his previous words but this time only in his actions.

You place the object into his hand and he's easily moving, removing the small hoop he decided to wear in his ear that day and putting it on the dresser beside the dish of rings as he pulls the back off your simple silver stud.

He slips it into his own piercing hole and closes the back as if it's second nature, not messing up or having trouble finding where the hole is.

It looks so simple for someone like Billy Hargrove. It's a little circle stud, not a hoop or a dangly piece. But it makes your eyes widen and fill with the beginning of tears.

It's the act of him doing this that makes you want to cry. The fact that he didn't just leave it at giving you his earring to wear, but also wearing yours in return. It is so goddamn cheesy, corny, cliché maybe. But your heart doubles in size when you look at him.

"Not as cool as my earring but..." he looks at himself in the mirror, making you turn to look as well, facing a reflection of the two of you with his earring in your ear and one of yours in his, "It's you."

It's you. That's how you feel. It's him. And it will always be him.

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izayanara

1 year ago

Yss

I know this is like so random but do you have any geto, gojo, nanami, or megumi ao3 recs because the only good fics I’ve read of jjk are ones you’ve written 😭

you have come to the right place :,) i post more recs than fics at this point haha most of these are copy pasted off previous rec lists but have been added onto! the ones with green + marks are NEW RECS

here's a post on how to use ao3 to find fics by yourself for those who dont know <3

I Know This Is Like So Random But Do You Have Any Geto, Gojo, Nanami, Or Megumi Ao3 Recs Because The

gojo + ao3:

+ intrinsic warmth: my favourite fic of all time. like genuinely. insane writing, fucking amazing in every sense of the term. 2nd time recommending this! reader's character is so sick BUT updates real slow (which isnt a bad thing!! good things take time!!) so i wouldn't read if you aren't patient // 122k words, 15 chapters, incomplete

+ ripverse: not really a series, more like a compilation of fics! it's got a lot of angst and the one titled 'interlude' contains smut i think so beware, and it's also a lovetriangle/poly-but-geto-goes-crazy-so-not-poly moment // 55k words, 8 pieces

+ the witches' brew: super cute fluff! reader owns a cafe, gojo is a regular, it's all around adorable // 2 chapters, 11k words, completed

+ all that is solid melts into air: arranged marriage trope! i haven't read but @/aanobrain loves this one // 7k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ cake batter: established relationship w/ dad!gojo & megumi <33 not much to say, just short n sweet, i am such a sucker for dad gojo so its no surprise there's one of these on the list.. // 2k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ best of luck: initial concept is really unique!! confessions, slight angst, takes place at the beginning/middle-ish of s1 i think? so cute loved this <;3 // 5k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ afternoon tea(se): gojo torturing megumi. classic !! so so cute love the banter // 1.7k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ my apologies, gordon ramsay: god i hate this man. jk. reader is a teacher and a functional human being; gojo is not. loved! // 8k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ a name known only to paper: platonic, angst- beautifully written, such a unique idea. reader is gojo's older sibling. // 3k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ heart beats: another collection! i looove gojo in this so so cute i also adore bff nanami in the last one haha // 11k words, 3 pieces

+ exposure therapy: this is 1/2 of a 2 piece collection. when i read this for the first time i was floored- i love the creative take, and the reader's character (it was a 'she's so me' moment). this author writes with such a subtle but unadulterated take on love and i adore it // 5k words

+ how to be a human being: 2/2 of the previous rec and the perfect continuation in every sense of the term. oh my gosh, is this masterful- from the relationships & writing of megumi and tsumiki to gojo (i almost forgot this was a rec for him) it's all around amazing // 20k words

+ the sanctity of a name: SO SENTIMENTAL !! what an adorable work that rly goes into the psychology and significance of his technique + upbringing. so real and raw and very him // 2k words, complete, 1 chapter

+ assumptions: omf jealous gojo...... he's so cute in this!! you guys are married and it's almost his birthday, but while you're planning his surprise party he suspects something else.. // 6k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ even with the lights off: RAHHHH another fic that has me floored and pushing the #saveijichi agenda at the same time // 8k words, 2 chapters, complete

nanami + ao3:

+ math help: dad!nanami w son!yuuji.... yeah that's all i really need to say i think! // 1 chapter, 2k words, complete

+ photo albums: nanami shares abt his childhood! // 1k wc, 1 chapter, complete

+ i don't really read for nanami but i would check out @aanobrain and maybe shoot them an ask bc she's a big fan :)

geto + ao3:

+ lessons in love: DAD!GETO.................. im such a sucker for a good family dynamic in fics and this is adorable !! no curse au if i remember right! // 4k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ forever is in your eyes: angsty but ends in fluff :,) touches on his mental state, riko's death, all that! so sweet, i adore how this author writes him <;3 // 2k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ ripverse: not really a series, more like a compilation of fics! it's got a lot of angst and the one titled 'interlude' contains smut i think so beware, and it's also a lovetriangle/poly w gojo-but-geto-goes-crazy-so-not-poly moment // 55k words, 8 pieces

+ dog days are over: a series!! by the same author who wrote ripverse which is how you know it's going to be brilliant !! marriage, parenthood, some nsfw moments // 30k words, 5 chapters, incomplete

+ curious cat: cat gojo and neighbor geto.. i love this one! it's so so cute and sweet, if you're looking for some light fluff this is definetely for you // 8k words, 5 chapters, complete

megumi + ao3:

+ complicit: college!au !! i remember reading this and loving it omg, the unique concept kept me hooked and interested, especially paired w the lovely writing! one of my fav series ive read. be warned, last chapter is nsfw // 18k words, 5 chapters, complete

+ a very special december 22nd: cute bday fic :,) forgive me for reccing all this author's megumi fics... theyre just too good !! i love the dynamics, all of it! // 5k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ kisses and cough syrup: THE BANTER!! THE FLUFF!!!!! i love this fic sm, so cute! // 1k words, 1 chapter, complete

+ nocturnal: establishING relationship fics are one of my fav genres and this hits the nail on the head.. he's so stupid silly in this and i know you'll love it like i do // 2k words, 1 chapter, complete

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izayanara

2 years ago

'happy endings' - Kiyoshi Teppie x Reader (pt.1)

part 2

nsfw // 18+ content

You didn't know how bad the condition of Kiyoshi's leg really was until you were sitting in the infirmary with him listening to the nurse talk. He collapsed in the middle of the game, unable to get back up, causing him to be carried to the infirmary on a stretcher. Usually, Riko would be the one to accompany him but the game was at its peak and there was no way the team could manage out on their own - that's where you came in.

You followed the paramedics as they carried Kiyoshi to the infirmary - putting him down on the bed and the nurse rushing to aid him - it was awkward, not knowing anything about what was happening and standing in the corner. When the nurse was done her examination she stood back and began to talk to Kiyoshi - Kiyoshi's face relaxed as he took in a deep breath, indicating goos news - after her talk with Kiyoshi she turned to look at you. "There are some steps you need to do before he can go back," She said as she gestured you to follow her. You made your way over to her, watching her sit down on the bed next to Kiyoshi's injured leg.

He had simply pulled a muscle, and with his previous injury, it had a horrible effect on his leg. His muscles were tense, locked almost as the nurse attempted to move them. The sight was rather repulsive - it looked like his legs had been injected with blotchy steroids - but you kept a poker face as you watched the nurse massage his leg. She walked you through the various techniques that would calm his muscles down, pressure points that would relax him and so on.

"Repeat this for 30 minutes and you should be good," She said as he got up. "I recommend that you do this massage before and after any form of physical exertion."

You weren't close with Kiyoshi at all. You knew him, he knew you, but other than that you two were ghosts to each other. Acquaintances would be the appropriate term. Did you have a crush on him despite that? Maybe - leaning more towards yes. It was awkward massaging your crush - but it was part of your job, or a new addition anyways - so you tossed your discomfort aside and started to recreate the motions the nurse was doing before.

"You're good at this,"

You looked up at Kiyoshi.

"You're so much gentler than her-" He said adjusting his position. "She was practically boxing with my leg."

You flashed a small smile before turning back to his leg. The room went quiet again. You found yourself focusing on the task - too absorbed in it to have your guard up about your other surroundings - so when you heard a moan your body jerked up and you stopped. You looked at Kiyoshi - whose face was burning red - 'I'm a little touch-sensitive,' He said trying to laugh it off. You simply nodded and went back to massaging, trying to ignore your panties getting damp and the weird feeling in the bottom of your stomach when you replayed the sound over and over again in your head.

You came into the infirmary thinking that it was a one-time job - and after hearing Riko marvel at how quickly Kiyohis leg got better after the massage - you got promoted to full-time. Before and after practice and games, you would have Kiyoshis leg in your lap as you gently glide your hands on his calves, pressing down on the spots as you were instructed, for half an hour each time.

A perverted part of you actually liked the job - I mean, you got to be so close to your crush. You would often zone out and stare at him as he tried to crack jokes to try to lighten up the atmosphere. You noted that you were weird for getting some sick kick out of getting to touch him like this - the intimacy caused butterflies in your stomach - and you would pretend not to notice the many times he would moan or grunt during your sessions, sometimes you'd purposefully go over his sensitive spots to hear his moans - because oh my god, he sounded hot. It was wrong, and you knew that, but seeing him squirm under your touch itched something in you that you couldn't quite put your finger on.

It sounded like a laid-back job, but trying to work through the literal rock-hard muscles made your hands sore - 'i should be getting paid,' you thought to yourself as you put Kiyoshis leg on your lap for your massage session - but sadly, you were getting promotion after promotion with no wage insight.

"What?!"

You looked at Riko in disbelief. You were standing in front of her father's gym - freezing your ass off from the cold wind - ignoring the towering figure next to her. You were not a violent person, but at that moment you could've killed Riko. You paid no mind to Kiyoshi as he stammered next to Riko - 'it's no problem - i don't even need it' - but the way Riko was staring at you contradicted that.

You were the only one who knew how to do the massage - down to the groves and all - so it made that Riko call you when Kiyoshi's body was stiff as a rock. The last game in the tournament had pushed him to the edge, his body sore still a day later, so Riko suggested that you do his massage again - only it be a full-body one. You hated the idea, but deep down you knew that you had to do it - and after emptying out Rikos wallet as payment - you followed her as she led you and Kiyoshi inside her father's gym. There was a dedicated yoga room - with blinds that could be pulled down - 'kinda convenient,' You point out as you enter the room. 'the women feel more comfortable having the windows blocked during their yoga session, so my dad installed them,' Riko replied - you helped set up the makeshift massage table and bid Riko farewell as she exited the room.

"Uh - I should go change," Kiyoshi said awkwardly. "The lockers are too far - just change in here, I'll look away." You had been caressing this mans legs for a little over a month now, you had established a very sturdy professional relationship with him, so you saw no problem with him changing in the same room - besides, you were going to see him almost naked anyway.

You kept it professional as you turned around and let him change - minus the few glances you shot at his reflective metal water bottle showing his naked back - and as soon as he was stripped down to his underwear you got to work. He got on the massage table and you began right away. His muscles immediately relaxing under your touch. Your body froze when you heard the strained moan that escaped his mouth when you started to massage him. You quickly learned how sensitive Kiyoshi actually was - he would squirm under your touch, bite his lips and curse under his breath when you would go over certain spots - your brain was foggy from the hormones raging within you, making you go quiet. Too quiet to a point where it looked like you were mad.

"Your hands feel like clouds," Kiyoshi remarked as you massaged his shoulders. "Apparently clouds are super heavy," You said as you pressed down on his shoulders. "They weigh tons." Kiyoshi chuckled at that. "There go my dreams of sleeping on clouds," He joked. You - as usual - gave your quick smile before your face dropped into its emotionless state - 'don't look at his back. don't look at his back,' you looked at his back in full view and your heart stopped. it was like staring at a greek-god. you felt almost honoured to be touching him like this.

No one could tell my look at him, but Kiyoshi was in horrible condition - there was no way that he could play more than a quarter, and that's the optimistic angle - but you tried your best to pull through it.

"I'm weighing the team down, aren't I?"

It broke your heart hearing that.

"No, you're our leading player. You carry the team, to be honest," You said trying to make him feel better. "You should joke more often," He replied. "I'm being serious-" "Whatever," He mumbled.

You had never seen Kiyoshi like this before - he was always sporting a happy-go-lucky attitude and smile - and though it wasn't part of your job, you decided to cheer him up.

"Let's make a deal," You said as trailed down to his back. "If you win, I'll give you another full body massage," He didn't look too amused by that. "With-" that piqued his interest. "A surprise to give your day a happy ending."

"Seriously-" "I'm dead serious."

Kiyoshi played like a monster after that massage, outdoing Kagami when it came to dunking. You didn't know that he'd suddenly get such an urge to play after your offer - was he really that interested in a full body massage? - everyone wanted to know what you had done to fire him up so much after the game.

"Tell me," Riko said as you two packed up the last of the stuff in the locker room. "What did you say to him? Word for word?" "I just told him I'd do s full body massage again-" "And?" "I'd give his night a happy ending. I was thinking of surprising him with some food or-" "You told him WHAT?"

That night in the locker room, you found that happy endings didn't always refer to the princess getting together with the prince. You found out that you had gotten yourself into a BIG big mess.

It felt weird knowing that Kiyoshi risked his leg for a chance to have you jerk him off - was it really that big of a deal to risk your entire bodily health? - but it felt weirder knowing that he'd be under the impression that you were going to do it. You tried not to think about it too much as you massaged his beck, smoothing over his muscles and you made your way to his shoulders.

"You were on fire today," You blurted. You were nervous and the silence wasn't helping.

"Thanks," He replied.

It was time for him to get on his back. You tried your best not to stare at the growing bulge in his pants. You'd tried your best to ignore the voice in your head screaming at you to grab it, palm it - just touch it in any sort of way - but you refrained. Yes, you had questionable thoughts during your sessions, but you weren't going to do what essentially can be a crime - but then again, that's what he's expecting. You hated that you gave in - your body was raging with lust, panties soaked from the sight of him in front of you - and you slowly moved your hand down to his bulge. You grazed your fingers over it - the moan that followed was all you needed to keep going - slowly you began to palm it, feeling him throb under your touch. You felt the fabric get damp and pulled your hand away - precum had soaked a circle in his underwear - and with that, you grabbed the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down. His dick practically sprung out - 'oh god, it's big' you thought as you stared at it - you slowly reached out and grabbed it in your hands. The sudden touch causing Kiyoshi to let out a loud moan.

Fueled by your own desire to explore his body, you began to pump your hand, slowly going up and down his dick. You focused on the shaft, wanting to feel his veins against your palm. Kiyoshi threw his head back and let out a string of moans - practically screaming when he felt your other hand on his thigh, massaging his sensitive spots with heavenly pressure.

You didn't consider yourself dominant in any way; especially sexually - but the way Kiyoshi withered under your touch awakened a new feeling within you. You liked how in control you were - such a strong, powerful man, crumbling under the touch of someone like you - and the more you watched him squirm, the more pleasure you got.

You felt bad - but the urge to toy with him was too loud to ignore.

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ill write sub Kiyoshi smut if this gets 1 note.

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