[ pretend ] sender pretends to dramatically fall asleep ontop of receiver, holding in their laughter as they do so // mitsuri c: inosuke getting the full big sister treatment 😌
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Bonk.
When the Hashira suddenly collapsed against his side, Inosuke remained frozen in stupor. He even dropped the onigiri he was about to devour, eyes glancing to the side as best as he could through the boar mask.
Was she... dead?
Panic pumped in his veins as he reached up to check her neck for a pulse, only to watch her collapse some more across his lap instead, face turned towards the skies. This time, for sure, she had to be dead! Or she wouldn't so suddenly fall limp like that!
"O-oi!! Stay with me, watermelon head! You can't die now! There's still food!" He knew how much she loved her food. Surely, the prospect of a good meal would bring her back!
"I'll even give you my onigiri! So don't die!! We still got so many demons to kill together!"
He gathered his courage and gave her cheek a little tap, just in case. How odd... she was still so warm. And why were her lips trembling...?
Strong hands cupped each side of her face, his back arching until his snout was inches from her visage.
"Oi. I know you're not dead. Is this some sorta plan to steal my food?! If you need a nap, go take it elsewhere!"
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@setsunaid liked this for a starter! (natsuo and asahi)
"Hey! You're always working out here, right?" Natsuo stops after exiting the front door of the complex, carrying a tray with bottles of water, a few cans of soda, and some individually wrapped snacks.
"I brought you some snacks and stuff. Thanks for your hard work!"
TRANSMISSION FROM @setsunaid :
“are you.. sure this is okay?” //from eri !! ahhhh omg hi imy !!!!!
TRANSMISSION ENDED / ANGST PROMPTS III , ACCEPTING .
katsuki glances down to eri as he ushers her downstairs in the u.a. dorm, from his room all the way to the kitchen. he's tired - of course he is, his sleep was poor and he didn't have enough of it - but she came by his room and asked for him specifically. so, like any decent person does at an odd hour of the morning with an aching arm, he's brought her down to make her something to eat.
she worries, though. she expresses it when she asks her question, and katsuki only hesitates briefly while he digs out ingredients for a pancake batter. kids liked sweet shit, right ? [ and nobody was around to tell her no. ] his brows furrow as he paces back over, slower. ❛ 'course it's fine, unicorn. ❜
it's odd, the list of exceptions he'll make for her but not for others / he'll make breakfast for her but leave his friends to make their own, lest they grow dependent on his skill. he'll let her wake him up at whatever hour of the day but blow up his friends for trying the same thing. he'll begrudgingly accept whatever task from aizawa he gets that involves her, mostly because that sad kicked puppy stare pisses him off and he doesn't like having to deal with the aftermath.
he's come to accept it. it doesn't bother him so much as it did at first, evident in the way katsuki puts together the pancake batter, rations out exact amounts.
❛ what's got you up this early, anyway ? ❜ his crimson gaze meets her own, hands stilling as he furrows his brows. if he was any dumber, maybe he would think this was just a random bout of kid's energy ... [ but eri didn't spend her first years as a normal kid. ] ... but he won't jump to that conclusion without confirmation. ❛ something get you upset ? ❜
dog ( cat ), sender's dog cat pulls them runs in receiver's direction. // from asahi 😌 - @setsunaid - accepting
Visions of hot, savory oden flood your mind from the moment you woke up. So, naturally, you stumble into your pink parka—the one with white hearts on the pockets—and crawl out the door with sleep tugging at the corners of your tired eyes. It's not terribly noticeable; after all, you've become proficient at painting your face to bury the exhaustion.
It's not long before you're at the intersection between your dusty blue apartment and the ever-familiar 7-Eleven. It's a withering, dull winter morning that creeps ever so close to your bones. It's funny how the bite is so much worse when you know relief is coming any minute.
Had it not been for the chime of a bell, you'd probably already be filling your belly full of umami broth and buttery fishcakes. There's no doubt that Duck is sitting back home on the couch, loving nothing more than to nap to the singing of birds on the TV. She's becoming more and more like a grandmother these days. You didn't have the heart to deny her, even when she woke you up with nibbles and sandpaper kisses.
Instead, a bundle of satiny black fur bolts for your ankles. Your eyes widen, the twinkle in them like pin pricks, in a momentarily lapse of surprise. But you remember you'd stuffed your pockets full of catnip last week for that perfect picture of duck all bundled atop your parka. The realization coaxes that lopsided grin out of you because how adorable is that.
Then, finally, you notice the tumbling figure coming your way.
"Oh—! Yours? I think they caught a whiff of some catnip or something. Hopefully they didn't run too far from home?" You ponder.
“kotoha,” he speaks with an oddly serious tone — he’d been shut away for a long time, talking to someone. had she worried for him? he hoped not — it would make things more complicated.
“someone found their bodies,” he lies to her, “your husband’s, and your in-laws.”
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It's rare, to see such a pretty garden in this part of town. Toga was trying to lay low, really, she was - that's why she was in such a run-down area in the first place, heroes were less likely to be on patrol here, and she knew she shouldn't just be wandering into every interesting place she sees... But hiding all the time was so boring! She could enjoy the flowers for just a little bit, right?
She crouches down to look closer at some of the blooms, before reaching out and plucking a flower from the leaves. One by one, pale fingers tear the petals, letting them fall to the concrete - "Loves me, loves me not... Loves me, loves me not..." She used to do this all the time as a child, until her parents scolded her for destroying such pretty flowers. She didn't get it, really - the petals looked just as nice when they were scattered on the ground.
She's about to tear the last petal from the stem when she hears footsteps, glancing up from the mangled stem to see a boy with a watering can. "Ah, are these yours~?" She asks with a toothy smile, not bothering with trying to hide what she'd done. "I love spring. It's the most romantic time of year, isn't it?"
It's hard to hold back when the night becomes so sweet and so tantalizing. Ray is a diligent one, he learns fast and he's so eager to please that it makes him partially intimidating if others would know just how far he's willing to go. The way he looks at her is akin to worship, eyes gleaming with such devotion she's feeling the air get stuck in her lungs but it's such a gaze she cannot erase from her mind. Saeran, Su-Jin, Ray... They look at her with love, with loyalty, with adoration. He should be treasured, gently handled and that's why she tries her best to hold back the urges that beg to ride that pretty mouth of his. He won't handle it, not yet, there is still reason in the back of her mind that calls for her carefulness, her caution.
But it's so hard. It's so damn hard when Ray's tongue gathers the slickness, tasting her and even moaning as if tasting her seems to give him pleasure as well. Her soft moans and gasps, the way she hand her hand in his hair, gently tugging and encouraging him to be bolder, eager, greedier. The fluffy hair feels so soft between her fingers, Sokolova feels her back arch when her beloved sucks on her sensitive clit. Her mouth open, his name slipping off her tongue like the prettiest melody. Her thighs tremble from try not to close around Ray's head, concerned over hurting him still lingers. Compared to the way Su-Jin or even Saeran can handle her, Ray feels just a tad sweeter and gentler than the other two.
When she lets go of his hair, asking for him to stop (she wants more, so much more), Ray's expression makes the heat rise to ears. He looks elated from her perspective, eyes shining with delight and his words? Fuck, he's not making it easier to hold back. The wet lips and chin, the way his tongue licks off her essence on his lower lip. Can she taste herself on his tongue right now? Can she make him moan into a kiss as she'll ride him herself now? She wants to do everything with him, to hear the way her name will leave his mouth and watch that pretty red face of his.
"I'll bring you to one right now," to heaven of passion and love. When she sits up and beckons him to climb up, Zarina is all too eager to straddle him, but hover her core above his cock. But despite how much she wants to ride him into oblivion, the silverette doesn't miss a chance to be affectionate. She cups his face and kisses his cheeks all over, making sure to also place a kiss on top of his head and on his forehead. Soft giggles and laughs change into a low moan when she'll slide down his cock. It's only silenced when they kiss, Ray's hands resting on her waist. "Love you, Ray."