Golden Afternoon Monkey D. Luffy X StrawHat! Reader

Poor baby ☹️

Satoru x reader

Authors note: pure fluff

You were nestled on the couch, halfway through a movie, when you heard the sound of the front door creak open. It was past midnight, much later than Satoru usually came home, and you immediately turned your head, sensing he might need a little extra care tonight.

He shuffled in, looking worn down in a way that was rare for him. His usually bright, carefree eyes were heavy-lidded, shadows framing them as his gaze found yours. His messy white hair fell over his forehead, and his expression was softer, almost vulnerable—no trace of his usual confidence. He looked like he’d been carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, and it had finally caught up with him.

Without a word, he reached over and turned off the TV, letting out a low, tired “Hmmph…” as he tossed the remote aside, a clear sign he didn’t want any distractions. You barely had a chance to react before he clambered onto the couch, curling up in your lap with a heavy sigh, burying his face against your stomach.

“Did you have a bad day, baby?” you asked, rubbing your fingers soothingly through his soft hair.

“Mmmf,” he grumbled, a sound deep in his throat as he nuzzled further into you, his face pressing into your stomach like he couldn’t get close enough. His arms snaked around your waist, clinging tightly as he made a small, frustrated whimper, his brow furrowing as if he were trying to press the day’s exhaustion into you, to let you feel just how much he needed this.

You couldn’t help but smile softly, brushing a hand over his soft whjte hair. His pretty blue eyes were closed, his face hidden against you, but you could feel the tension in his body slowly begin to melt under your touch. His breathing grew steadier, each exhale a soft, needy hum as he relaxed further into you, letting out the tiniest sighs of relief as your fingers worked through the knots in his hair.

“Poor thing,” you murmured, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to the top of his head. “It must’ve been a rough day, huh?”

He answered with a low “Mmm,” almost like a grumble, a mix of agreement and weariness. He squirmed slightly in your lap, adjusting his head to rest just below your chest, where he could hear your heartbeat—a comfort he always sought out on nights like this. You watched as his pout deepened, his lips pressing into a little line as he mumbled something incoherent, followed by a small huff of frustration.

It was obvious he was in one of his non-verbal moods. When he was this worn down, he became almost childlike, communicating only through the softest sounds and gestures. And you knew, from the way he was burrowing into you, that he needed a lot of comfort tonight.

“What can I do to make you feel better, love?” you whispered, running your thumb over his cheek. His skin was warm beneath your touch, his face softening as he leaned into your hand, his eyes flickering open just enough to glance up at you, half-lidded and filled with that familiar neediness.

“Mmmh,” he hummed again, his eyes pleading, though he didn’t seem to know exactly what he wanted. His face scrunched up in a small pout, his fingers tightening their hold around your waist as he shifted, pressing closer as if he could somehow melt into you. He let out a soft whine, his eyebrows knitting together in a look of pure frustration, and you couldn’t help but smile, brushing a gentle hand along his jawline.

“Just want to be held?” you guessed softly, watching as his eyes fluttered shut, a faint nod accompanying another tired “Mmf” of agreement. You pulled him a little closer, cradling his head against your shoulder, and he let out a deep, contented sigh, his whole body going limp in your embrace.

But as soon as you started to relax, Satoru squirmed, shifting in your lap with an impatient “Mmm!” He tugged at your sleeve, looking up at you with wide, expectant eyes, his lips pressed into a pout.

“What is it now?” you asked, amused by his antics.

He made a soft “Hnngh” noise and pointed to the blanket draped over the armrest, his expression stubborn, as if he were annoyed you hadn’t thought of it sooner.

“Oh, you need the blanket too, huh?” you teased, reaching over to pull it down over both of you.

Satisfied, he let out a pleased “Mmhmm,” snuggling back into your lap with a faint, satisfied smile. He closed his eyes, only for them to flicker open a moment later, his gaze drifting up to you with that same needy, bratty look.

You raised an eyebrow, laughing a little. “What now, Satoru?”

He answered with a quiet “Hmph,” his pout deepening as he wriggled around, not quite finding a comfortable spot. After a bit more shifting, he made a frustrated groan and shot you a look, as if to say, Why aren’t you fixing this?

“Oh, alright, alright,” you murmured, adjusting him slightly so his head rested more comfortably on your chest. His expression softened, the tiniest smile breaking through his pout as he settled down, his breathing evening out once more.

As you ran your fingers through his hair, Satoru let out a soft, contented “Mmmm,” nuzzling his face into your chest with a pleased sigh. But even then, he wasn’t completely satisfied; his hand found yours, tugging it to his cheek and letting out a small, needy “Hmmf” until you cradled his face properly.

“There we go,” you cooed softly, brushing a thumb over his cheek. He let out a low hum of approval, his eyes fluttering shut as he pressed his face into your palm, as if your touch was the only thing grounding him tonight.

Minutes drifted by in a peaceful silence, save for his occasional hums and grunts as he nestled into you, his arms wrapped possessively around your waist. Every so often, he’d squirm or whine, his brows knitting together if your hand stilled, urging you to continue rubbing his hair or holding him tighter.

Eventually, he let out a long, exhausted “Haaaah,” his body melting against you as he finally began to relax, his breathing deepening in your arms. His face softened, the last traces of his pout fading as he closed his eyes, his lips curving into the faintest of smiles.

And as you sat there, holding him close in the quiet of the night, you felt a swell of love and protectiveness. This was a side of Satoru no one else got to see—the vulnerable, tired man who needed someone to hold him and tell him everything would be okay.

His lips twitched into a small, sleepy smile, his fingers tracing gentle circles along your arm. “Mmmmh,” he murmured, his voice barely more than a sleepy hum as he drifted closer to sleep, his head resting heavily against your shoulder.

Finally, he let out a soft, satisfied sigh, his entire body relaxing as he nestled into you, his arms wrapped around you in a gentle, protective hold. You held him close, your fingers running through his hair as you whispered soft words of love and comfort, feeling his breathing even out as he drifted off to sleep, his face finally at peace.

And as you sat there, holding him in the quiet of the night, you knew you’d stay with him for as long as he needed, your presence a silent promise that you’d always be there to catch him when he fell.

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Y/N : babe, if i died, how much would you miss me?

Gojo: * with a loving smile* it's SOOO CUTE that you think death can get you out of this relationship <3

Bakugou loves when you hold onto his biceps. It’s so intimate, even when it’s not sexually.

He used to HATE the winter but when he realized you had a higher tendency to cling onto him and squeeze his bicep so tight he began to grow fond of the season.

Or when you two would go out for hero awards and while walking on the red carpet you’d happily hold onto him and have the biggest smile. Proud of both of you for making it so far and being so lucky.

God what you do to him.

But his favorite thing by far… is when you’re crying and you just let him wrap you up. Letting his arms cage you in and now it’s just the comfort of reminding you that while he may be strong, for you, he knows how to be gentle. 🧡

bakugou would immediately clock your praise kink and use it against you to make you take care of yourself. like you finish the meal he just made you and he practically knocks you over when he says, "there’s my girl. less bratty when you’re full, aren’t ya?"

This isn’t the first time Iwaizumi’s heard the team talking about you.

“Just seems ta not wanna be here an’ doesn’t even like us…” Miya reflects after practice as Bokuto fervently nods. “Never comes out with us, even ta eat…”

Kageyama grumbles “doesn’t stay late when we’re doing extra practice.”

“Hasn’t shared any social media with us,” Hoshiumi adds.

He thinks about it a lot, what the guys said.

What they’ve been saying.

You’re a different kind of manager than most of them have had and from the outside it would seem like you’re not particularly invested in the job, in the team.

Everything the guys say is true.

You’re not overly enthusiastic, you don’t spend any time with anyone on the team outside of practice, you don’t show up early and don’t stay late, no one’s been able to find you on social media, and no one’s been given your cellphone number. You have a work phone through which they can reach you but it’s not yours.

And then they find out.

“Completely makes sense now…Uncle Hibarida’s the one we hafta thank fer our manager,” Miya complains. “A bit’a nepotism an’ we’re denied a key asset.”

There’s a round of shared sentiments and you’re suddenly even more out-of-the loop than before.

Iwaizumi hates that he’s starting to feel the same way. “I just…I’m trying to understand the hiring decision…” he offers after asking Hibarida about you and why you’re so…apathetic.

The coach measures Iwaizumi with a look but he doesn’t offer an explanation; he just pats Iwaizumi on the shoulder and walks away. Without a satisfying explanation, or any explanation at all, Iwaizumi wonders if you’re going to make it as their manager.

   Suna’s off his game.

He knows it and he’s doing everything he can but it’s not working. No matter how much extra time he puts in on the court or in the weight room he just can’t get out of this slump and he’s internally panicking that he’s going to get benched.

When practice gets out he feels lost. Everyone’s got a place to be and he lingers in the locker room, dragging his feet to go home wondering if he should stay and keep trying.

“Suna?”

He’s surprised that you of all people call him out of the locker room. “Yeah?”

You search his expression for a long moment and deeply inhale, like you’re hyping yourself up to face a big obstacle. “Come on.”

“Huh?” His expression scrunches up. “Where?”

“Conbini.” You’re almost frowning.

“Ookaay…” Suna awkwardly tags along curious and confused as to what’s happening. You don’t try to make any small talk along the way and when you lead him to the candy section you just stop and point to the “chuupets?”

You nod inscrutably. “They’re your favorite, right?”

His narrow eyes flick to you, taken aback. “Yeah…so?”

“So,” you sternly reply, “pick some out. My treat.”

“But…why?” His eyes narrow even more at you. “We’re not even allowed to have treats. Iwaizumi’s gonna flip.”

You cross your arms. “If he has a problem with it, he can take it up with me.” When Suna doesn’t make any move your arms fall back to your sides. “Okay, look…I know we’re not…friends…but I do care. You’ve been having a hard time recently and need a…well…I don’t know,” you admit self-consciously and shift your weight. “I just thought…” You sigh in defeat. “Let’s just forget this…Sorry.”

You step past him to leave-

“Green Apple.”

You freeze.

He tentatively picks up a package, avoiding your gaze.

“When I was little my favorite flavor was green apple…” the plastic crinkles in his hand. “I don’t like it anymore…Hate it, actually…But sometimes I eat it anyway…just to see if I can feel all those good things about being a kid again.”

“What’s your favorite now?” you ask quietly, looking at the assortments with him.

“Pineapple.”

“Then we’ll get both,” you offer without hesitation and take the biggest variety pack, the only one with both flavors and bring it to the counter.

Suna’s still by the candy section when you’re done paying.

“You coming?” you call. Though he gives you a mystified look, he nods and follows.

       Iwaizumi’s on the bus when he sees you and Suna sitting on a bench together. He only has a glimpse as the bus drives by–are those candy wrappers between you?! There’s no doubt candy isn’t allowed on the diet plan but for the first time the two of you are smiling and the next day at practice Suna’s in top form.

He doesn’t bring it up but ever so slightly

something shifts.

    Bokuto’s next.

The owl disappears during practice one day after a hearty round of laughter that wasn’t necessarily directed at him but it was definitely because of him.

“He’s done this since high school,” laments Yaku.

Miya sighs “he’s a sensitive boy.”

From the corner of his eye Iwaizumi sees you slip out of the gym while the others debate sending someone to find him.

“Seriously,” Yaku assures them, “he’ll hide somewhere for a little while and come moping back around.”

“You guys keep practicing. I’ll take a look,” Iwaizumi offers to a round of gratitude. 

He doesn’t have to wander far until he hears your low voice.

“Is that better?”

“Yeah.” Bokuto sounds unnaturally small. Iwaizumi stays out-of-sight, waiting for something else to happen but Bokuto asks “what are you doing?”

“Keeping you company,” you simply reply.

“But…why?”

Iwaizumi imagines–tries to imagine–you shrugging your shoulders. “I don’t like being alone when I’m upset…” You consider something for a long moment. “It’s hard…because usually people want to do something…like they can fix it…When all I really want is to not be alone.”

You’re both quiet for a while before Bokuto softly admits “usually everyone just tells me to cheer up.” You wait quietly as he adds “but it just makes me feel worse…I just want to be sad!” 

“Sometimes people can’t handle seeing someone act in a way that doesn’t fit the person they think they are.”

“Huh?”

Iwaizumi smirks at Bokuto’s confusion but there’s no trace of humor in your response, only patience as you rephrase it. “Everyone sees you as the ball-of-energy Bokuto. And they’re too fragile to understand you get sad, too. You have every right to your feelings Bokuto for however long you need to feel them.”

Iwaizumi’s heart aches when he hears the emotion in Bokuto’s voice. “Thank you.”

    After that it’s Kageyama who’s having trouble with his nails and nail file. Iwaizumi catches a glimpse of you giving him something after practice and the next day Kageyama’s meticulously caring for his nails with a glass-crystal file.

Then Sakusa who states displeasure about the lack of hand sanitation throughout the facility and finds new stations set up a few days later.

Ushijima who stares at his phone for a long time until you sit with him and help write a reply to something.

Finally Kiryu who goes out for a run after practice. Iwaizumi doesn’t think anything of it until you dash out; he follows and gets to the lobby in time to see you speeding off on a bike after Kiryu. On his way home he catches sight of you, the two of you, sitting on the same bench you shared with Suna as you listen intently, patiently to the over-thinker who’s clearly venting. 

It becomes clear that you care for them, just in your own way.

Sure you don’t stay late or arrive early every time one of them does but there are too many monsters to keep up with and if you tried, you’d never leave. So you’re not here extra but when you’re here, you’re here. You’re not the out-going or bubbly manager many of them are used to but you go above-and-beyond for them.

It’s clear you want to be here as much as they do.

So when they have their first press conference of the Olympics and someone from the crowd insults the vertically challenged members of your team?

You have to be contained.

With walls of muscle like Ushijima, Ojiro, and Hyakuzawa, it’s laughably easy for the team to hold you back. It doesn’t stop you from spitting venomous challenges for the coward to show themselves so you can properly insult them back, though,

“Seriously? You think that was bad?” Hoshiumi comments. “Do you even see what people say on twitter?” 

“No, I don’t have one,” you reply. “What do they say?”

In his shock he misses your question. “You don’t have one? What do you have, then? Instagram?”

“No.”

“Tik Tok? Facebook? Discord? Tumblr?” He gags “myspace?”

You laugh “no! I don’t use any social media.” A moment of realization comes over you and you ask “wait…what do to they say about you guys on those sites?”

If there was any doubt left in how you felt about the team, it’s gone after your reaction.

“I was wrong about ya,” Miya admits as the team moves into the dorms for the Olympics and he sees the special attention given to everyone’s needs, put into the specific accommodations for each athlete. “Fer a grumpy little scrub…yer a good manager.”

Iwaizumi sees the small and private but glowing smile as the setter walks away.

In the way you defend them from negativity, intervene when reporters are being unprofessional or fans too intense, and support them from start to finish more than anyone else, you’re their champion.

Their heart and soul.

bf! katsuki would DEFINITELY be the type to bite on your shoulders.

the first time it happened was when you both were tangled together on the couch, the room dimly lit by the flicker of the tv premiering a corny rom-com film katsuki deemed was "cringe and unrealistic."

katsuki had pulled you close, his arm slung lazily over your waist. as you shifted to get comfortable, his lips brushed against your bare shoulder. what started as gentle kisses suddenly turned into a playful bite.

"katsuki... did you just bite me?"

his crimson eyes held a hint of mischief as he grinned at you, his grip on your waist tightening ever so slightly.

"maybe. gonna do something about it, sweets?"

"... no."

"mhm, thats what i thought."

after that night, whenever you two were close—whether you were cooking together in the kitchen, cuddled up together on the couch, or having the most brain-melting sex —it became a habit for him.

katsuki’s lips would always find your shoulder, his teeth grazing the curve of your skin. it wasn’t rough, but it wasn’t soft either. it was a lingering, claiming touch that sent shivers down your spine every time.

it wasn’t just physical; there was something possessive in the way katsuki did it. he never said it outright, but you could feel it in the way his teeth lingered. it was oddly intimate, like he was claiming a piece of you that no one else could see.

"katsuki!" you whine as you feel his teeth sink into you, eyes rolled to back of your head as he thrusts inside of you.

"what, you don't like it?" he teased, his breath hot against your neck, kissing the spot he previously bit.

"i-it's weird! why do you do it, 'nyway...?" you gasp, his hands gripping your hips tighter.

"dunno. 'cause it feels good. 'cause i can," he grunts, his movements becoming rougher. "plus, the way you react... it's kinda hot."

"how?"

he pulled back slightly, his eyes roaming over your flushed face and he gave you a lazy smile.

"the way you squirm. the little gasps you make. the way your breath hitches when i do it... it's hot."

"perv."

he chuckled at your response, his arm tightening around your waist. "maybe," he murmured against your skin, his lips finding their way back to your neck."but i'm your perv."

"fuck," tears pool at your eyes, clinging onto him. "katsuki, gonna.."

"yeah? cum for me baby, c'mon," he breathes as he slams you down on his cock, his thrusts becoming sloppier and more eratic as he chases both of your release.

katsuki bites into your shoulder again, the pressure of his teeth on your sensitive skin driving you mad. your body trembles in response, the sensation of pain and pleasure mixing together as the intoxicating smell of sex floods your nose.

afterward, he pulls away from your shoulder, his lips immediately finding yours in a deep, passionate kiss. the bite might have been intense, but the kiss that follows is tender, his lips moving against yours with an affectionate yet sure touch.

the kiss slowly breaks, but his lips linger close to yours. he gazes at you intently, his eyes searching your face for any signs of discomfort or doubt. he wants to make sure you're okay, that the bite didn't go too far.

"you okay?" katsuki looks at you as if you're his entire world. he reaches up to brush a strand of hair away from your face, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

"yeah," you nod, still trying to catch your breath as you recover from the aftershocks of pleasure.

"good," he hums, his voice gruff but tinged with a hint of affection. he can't resist the urge and leans in again, his teeth sinking once more into the tender skin of your shoulder. he immediately kisses the spot afterward, his lips gentle against the reddened skin.

it's his love language. its his way of telling you that you're unequivocally his.

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ real self indulgent. happy holidays everyone 💜💜💜

satoru holding you in his arms, your face nuzzled into his neck, his chin rested atop your head, his fingers trace so softly on the length of your spine you barely register the touch — it feels like gentle air blowing on your skin. and he speaks to you with utmost tenderness too — each sentence begins or ends with “my dear, my life”, said so softly that his voice drops to a near whisper. like his entire being is trained to be delicate with you, with the way he holds you, with the way he talks to you

(this, right after he nearly brought you to tears from cumming multiple times on his tongue)

warning. fem! reader, very very suggestive, gojo want to eat you up, mdni

stay in your apartment doing a lazy night together with your best friend, gojo satoru is all fun and games until he's begging to eat your pussy out.

you were on your bed with him one second and you're blinking and he's already on top of you, cage you between his tone thighs— thighs that you've been having fantasy about how it feels if you're riding it and cum.

“come on, y/n, just this one time,” he pleading, voice muffled because he's lips full between your harden nipples.

his hands skillfully peel your clothes one at the time, before another one, another one, and another one. licking, nibbling, and sucking at every skin he could reach without breaking eye contact with you.

“w-what if someone's walk-in?” you ask, breathlessly. “suguru and shoko will be— oh fuck!— here in a-a minutes,” you speak between your moaning when satoru press his thumb to your clothed clitoris— already soaking wet and ready for him.

“come on, they will be late,” he hummed against your thigh— two muscular arms wrap around and spread your legs wide for him. his blue eyes glistened with lust and hunger. you laugh a little, knowing that satoru always finds a way to you. “just a moment, i'll be quick, promise,” he mutters in your clit, fingers find yours to intertwined.

“just let me eat this sweet, sweet pussy of yours and i'll be happy for the rest of my life,” he continued, the tip of his tongue slowly licking your wet fold from outside of your underwear.

Imagine birthdays being quite an uneventful for you. Sure you love celebrating birthdays when it comes to your dearest friends but it was just that your own birthday was never your thing and probably would never be. It was just the same old day and the more that you get older, the less exciting it has become. It makes you wonder when did you started getting unexcited about it, just treating it like any other day.

Imagine today just happened to be that day, the day that you were born, one you did not ask to- but sure, happy birthday self, you thought as you close the door behind you. Taking a quick shower after work and changing into your comfortable clothes, a piece of tower hanging on your shoulder as you grab a couple cans of beer in the refrigerator before going inside your room.

Imagine, birthdays were troublesome. Specially when you have no plans to joyfully celebrate it but as you walk on the balcony of your room, stepping out only to be greeted by a cold breeze as you step out causing you to rub your arm with your free hand as a small smile creeps into your face. You then gently place the can of beers into the small coffee table on the balcony before sitting down on the chair beside it before looking beyond the horizon. "This is nice."

Imagine looking at the sunset as it disappears from the horizon. Its colors reflecting all over the city and its skyscraper as you stare at it in awe. You have not seen such scene once in a while. Making you wonder when was theblast time you have seen such thing. Makes you wonder when did you ever stop to look at the sky to see such wonderful scene. It happeneds every day yet it feels like you rately have seen it. Growing up means losing time, the more you focus on something else the more you seemed to have forgotten the little things. Maybe it was not so bad to take a break once in a while. Just like today.

Imagine finishing your beers as time by, the sun have already set in the horizon as the sky darkens and the stars start to appear as well as the moon, giving light into the city night. It was almost time for you to get up and take a break when you heard someone humming, taking on your way from the inside as you slightly panicked. Until you heard a familiar voice coming from the inside.

"Happy birthday to you..." your jaw almost dropped as you could not help but to look at him with wide eyes. He was not supposed to be in here. "Happy birthday to you..." Yet there he was cake in hand, candles lit up waiting for you to blow it with a wish- if the breeze would not beat you into doing so. "Happy birthday dear (First name)..." He then looks at you with a cheeky smile on his lips. "Happy birthday to you." He finishes, kneeling in front of you with cake in hand within your reach.

Imagine the way you blink, look down in the cake with a melting candle before you blink again, then you make a wish, blow the candle before poking and scooping a little bit on your finger and tasting it. This time he was the one looking at you with wide eyes. "You're not surprised?" He asked, slightly offended that his plan did not seem to surprised you at all but you do. You did not expect him to barge into your apartment and make such last minute appearance. And then you chuckle which eventually turn into full blown laughter.

"I am." You giggle, brushing off some tears on your eyes before cupping his cheeks. "Thank you very much love." You said affectionately which almost made him drop the cake he was holding nevertheless was about to put it into the coffee table before anything else. "I mean it, really." In the eyes of others it may not be that obvious, but the way his eyes brighten upon hearing your word. Maybe spending your birthday with someone would not be so bad as you thought it would be or maybe because it was him that you would not mind celebrating yor birthday for once in a while.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2024°

: happy birthday to my broke-ass self yay! Thank God it's my way off. Anyways, adios.

##/ there goes my baby; katsuki bakugou

litch small drabble to help me get back about bakugo liking to stare at you

katsuki always had his eyes on you, you could be doing the most mundane things on earth and his eyes would still never leave you - that was how everyone could tell he had feelings for you, no matter how much he denies it.

because, honestly? he didn’t even notice he was looking at you.

it was so natural, innate even. he just gravitated towards you, because you had the power to dazzle anything and make it you.

and you were special, gorgeous, amazing, beautiful and whatever other adjectives he could learn to call you.

it was weird, it’s like he felt proud to even know you, that you can call his name like a sirens call and summon him at your beck and call (because he truly would do anything you asked him to).

so yeah, maybe katsuki had a little staring problem.

it’s not like you don’t notice, you always do and you love it.