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CIGARETTE SMOKE
You shouldn't get so close. You shouldn't flirt so blatantly. You'll blame it on the alcohol later. You've had a rough night, and Ukai looks like exactly what you need to wind down after the clubbing fiasco you just survived.
KEISHIN UKAI X FEM! TEACHER! READER | strangers to lovers, miscommunications, smut (mdni), pet names (baby, teach), shotgunning, semi-public, drunk sex, car sex, piv, creampie, light degradation, reader is mean to ukai but he's into it. wordcount: 6k | read on ao3
a/n: special tag for @xiaoale who inspired the title :33 i hope u like breathing his cigarette smoke …
"Hey, you can't smoke on school property."
The late spring air is warm all around you, with the sun eagerly beaming down, and the air smelling like flowers and new beginnings.
And cigarette smoke. You scrunch your nose.
The man outside the school gym has blonde spiky hair and pierced ears. He's hot, in the kind of way you appreciated in your teens. You'd definitely been drooling over him in high school. Maybe in university too.
I love this sleepover theme it's so unique 😘 how about coach keishin and 6 35 in the morning
ukai keishin x f!reader @ 6:35am
18+
The scent of crisp morning air and fresh, damp earth clings to Keishin when he slips back into bed beside you, sheets rustling as his limbs work their way back into the tangled fray you’ve made of them in his absence.
Fingers kissed with the chill of the farm’s morning dew, you wriggle when he splays a hand against the small of your back, the little sound that leaves your tired lips muffled by the way you’re currently facedown atop your pillow.
‘’s almost time to get up anyway,” he murmurs wryly in between your shoulderblades as you try in vain to burrow even deeper into the mattress.
“It’s Sunday,” you whine pathetically, fingers curling even tighter around the edges of your pillow as Keishin’s fingers ghost a path along the waistband of your underwear.
“The farmer’s market doesn’t sleep in,” he teases, palm gently gliding over the globes of your ass.
You huff out another defiant sound, though it’s wholly betrayed by the way your thighs seem to spread of their own accord when Keishin’s hand slips into the space between them, fingers stretching as if to nudge them apart.
“We have a farm right here,” you protest weakly, punctuating your sentence with a sharp, undignified inhale when he traces the line of your clothed slit.
Keishin hooks a finger in the gusset of your panties and decidedly does not tease you for the way your ass instinctually arches into his touch.
“Suzuki-sama’s apples’ll be gone if we get there too late.”
You whimper then, both at the thought of disappointingly empty bushels—and the sensation of Keishin plunging a finger right into the embarrassingly wet heat of your tight, soaked cunt.
“Oh,” you gasp, too unraveled by your slick, oversensitive, half-asleep shivers of pleasure to mind the feeling of your own drool soaking into the pillowcase as you pant and writhe.
Keishin slips a second finger in, groans under his breath at the obscene squelch that follows as he fucks both digits into your dripping hole in a steady rhythm. Lips trace the column of your neck as he leans in, messy blonde hair tickling your cheek.
“Cum for me, and then you can go back to sleep,” he murmurs. “I’ll go get your apples.”
(You still do drag yourself out of bed after, if only for the sole purpose of driving Keishin up a wall with the little sundress that you slip on to wear to the farmer’s market.)
"It's become a tradition. A quick greeting, a pop in your hand, and then a tight space between boxes and cardboard, your shoulders bearing down on each other, and the smoke of his cigarette tangling with the scent you wear. You talk, he listens, answers your questions if you have them, but mostly stays silent, infatuated with your voice and falling in love that terrifies him."
✧ ukai keishin x afab reader ✧ cw: smut and fluff, friends to lovers, secret crush, public sex, piv sex , no gendered pronouns, no use of y/n ✧ minors dni ✧ word count: 4.2k ✧ available on ao3 | masterlist ✧ a/n: commission for dearest @beaniesweets 𑣲₍ ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ as asked, it takes inspiration from smoking behind the supermarket with you manga, which i wholeheartedly recommend! first time writing ukai & already loving it. his old man soul and grumpy demeanor have bewitched me ✧ banners by cafekitsune. ✧ i'm currently unemployed and living on a very tight budget. i don't take new commissions rn, but if you like what i write, you can send me a tip ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ ₊˚⊹♡
For Keishin, the sound of wind chimes will always be tied to you.
He hated them at first. Too long, always tangled, always bumping against careless heads of overgrown teenagers. And too silent, too. If he wasn't sitting right in front of the door and paying attention (so, almost always), customers sneaked on him without even trying—the least he wanted when hunched over stats and notes. His mother insisted he smoked less around customers and then de-installed the perfectly working sensor chime for the sake of a sound less alarming than, in Keishin's opinion, a silent fart. What was she thinking would always remain a mystery to him.
But then, one windy day, the chimes announced your presence and Keishin has never been the same man since.
sane!sephiroth x reader — domestic fluff edition.ᐟ 𝜗ৎ
cw: "suppressants" but not the omegaverse type, phone sex, mentions of a c-section and pregnancy.
Your husband was usually composed, and had a level of discipline that was unmatched by any other SOLDIER, naturally so given his upbringing.
But even the silver-haired general had his limits…
It has been nearly a month now. He was miles away, in some remote area doing whatever mission that was deemed worthy of a first class SOLDIER such as himself. It was supposed to only last two weeks at most, however, it seems that the mission required more attention than initially anticipated.
No matter the case, Sephiroth always made an effort to call at least once while he was away. You were his wife after all, and with the triplets getting a bit older (and rather clingy), it was reassuring to hear from him as often as his work would allow.
And yet, this phone call was rather strange.
Late in the evening it came. Just after dinner with your rambunctious triplets finished and you had shooed them off to get cleaned up for bed. Despite being away, possibly in a whole other time zone, he was still attuned to the schedule that had been established in your home.
“Perfect timing,” a faint and fond smile graces your lips as you balance the phone between your shoulder and ear while beginning to clean up the kitchen.
18+
like imagine you come home from uni one summer and drop by sakanoshita market one morning after a run only to find that your dad’s best friend still runs it. you’re in a sports bra and shorts and you want to laugh at the way keishin decidedly looks away when you press the cold bottle of water he gave you right against your sweat-slick chest.
it becomes a thing—stopping by the store. usually late at night. you steal cigarettes out of keishin’s pocket, and he chides you with no real heat behind it. he plucks them from between your lips to take a drag before putting them right back and you think about indirect kisses and his callused hands.
you drink beers and get a little drunk and complain about the weather and your shitty boyfriend who thinks it’s your fault that you always take so long to cum.
keishin barks out a laugh and drags a hand through his hair as he shakes his head and you inhale as you clench your thighs together.
“it’s definitely not you, sweetheart.”
his words play over and over in your head as you plunge your fingers below the waistband of your shorts as soon as you get home.
you lay it on thick until he gives in one night, until you feel the cool wood of the office desk beneath your ass as he spreads your legs and sinks two fingers inside of you. keishin strokes your tight channel and massages your swollen clit and you cum so hard and fast you nearly cry.
he tells you how good you did for him as he kisses your cheek. tells you to go home and touch yourself like that and get a new boyfriend while you’re at it. your lips try to find his mouth, and he shakes his head with a smile.
“someone your age.”
keishin’s resolve not to be any more of a scumbag lasts all of three days before you’ve got your fingers buried in his hair while he tongue fucks you into a whimpering mess.
“we can’t keep doing this.”
till you’re bouncing on his cock in the back seat of his car.
till your loser boyfriend’s visiting for the weekend and keishin’s got you bent over the desk in his office with the store sign flipped to CLOSED, running shorts pulled to the side and thumbs pressed into the sweaty small of your back as he fucks a sticky, hot load into you and makes sure you don’t forget exactly how quickly you can cum.
⤀ synopsis: neuvillette has always been the gentlest of lovers—and so tonight you ask him not to hold back ⤀ cw: fem!reader, unprotected + rough sex, size kink, praise, overstimulation, breeding + creampie, marking, monsterfucking (dragon cock), cervix fucking, multiple orgasms, dumbification, mentions of mates, lil bit of dom!neuvi (??) but he is still sweet — mdni || ꒰ 8.4k wc ꒱ ⤀ notes: leviathan fic for leviathan neuv (and I don't mean his constellation) repost from my old blog
“Well? What do you think?” You come home, twirling before him in a gown, different than the one you had left in. The short hem at the front lifts mischievously, teasing just a peek of what lies underneath, while the longer, flouncing layers of skirts behind you, wrap flirtatiously around your legs. Neuvillette feels his throat run dry.
“Navia and Clorinde thought it was high time I changed my look, and you know I can’t ever say no to Chioriya Boutique.”
While he’s spent the better part of the night reviewing court documents in the parlor, you have been out with Navia and Clorinde, who he thinks have perhaps plotted to kill him. ‘Girls’ night,’ you had called it.
Draped in a vivid palette of the finest fabrics, decorated interchangeably with delicate metalwork and dainty ribbons, the blush on his pale skin is ever-present as he rakes his eyes up and down your body. The dark, patterned stockings, squeezing your thighs just enough, so that supple flesh spills obscenely over the top, the tight, whale-boned embrace of your corset, accentuating the curves of your waist, and pushing upwards the swell of your breasts…
A coy smile graces your features when you catch how his throat bobs in his silence. Giggling, you lean down, tracing the tip of your finger up the contours of his neck, skimming the gentle curve beneath his chin until you’ve tilted his gaze to yours. “Hydro dragon, hydro dragon, got nothing to say?”
With the project to create the perfect S-cell clones failing, a new project is enacted in order to make the next super-SOLDIER. One that involves you and Sephiroth.
❀ ˚₊· ➳❥ word count - 4486
❀ ˚₊· ➳❥ warnings - smut, sane!/pre-Nibelheim Sephiroth, female reader, porn with (light) plot, everything is consensual, forced mating/breeding, sex pollen-esque drug, virgin! Sephiroth, oral sex (fem receiving), thigh fucking, penetrative sex, creampie, various positions, love confessions, implied curvy reader
He won’t look you in the eyes.
In fact, he can barely look at you at all.
In the neat, sterile room, Sephiroth stares intensely at the floor, unmoving, silently. Other than a polite “hello” when you’d entered the room, he hasn’t said a word to you. And based off of his body language, you can only assume guilt is what keeps him from doing anything.
You know why, of course. And you can’t blame him— but you agreed to this. So you can only hope he isn't putting himself at fault.
(post–timeskip domestic fluff, dad!ukai, team chaos)
│ practice was never ready for this level of chaos — or this much love.
──────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────────
The text comes five minutes before practice:
Coach: gonna be a little late. start warmups. And then, another: Also don’t freak out.
𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐄. 𓂃 𓈒𓏸 ⊹ ࣪
featuring ukai keishin .ᐟ
word count: 815 words, something short n’ sweet
content warnings: established relationship, inebriated!reader ⟶ questionable decision-making, hickeys, no condom (homie wasn’t expecting some cewch in the car lol), he kinda says “baby” a lot… idk the pet name is growing on me sorry.
author’s note: dawg this was rotting in my wips since 2024! and i have a burst of inspiration so i finally finished it. ifeel like my writing skills have deteriorated to shit, HELP (╥﹏╥)
Ukai was never letting you drink with Saeko again. He’d learned his lesson after Saeko looped you in with her drinking games and shenanigans. It was bad enough that you were a lightweight, but now he was finding out just how much of a hornball you could be with liquor in your system.
“Baby, relax with the hickies, you know I’m coaching the boys tomorrow.” You were waiting out the heavy rain in the backseat, the car tucked away in the corner of the bar’s parking lot. And well, it seemed that you just couldn’t wait until you made it home to get touchy.
10.24, kinktober friday three – older feat. keishin ukai
summary: after leading your team to multiple championship winnings and securing the nekoma's girls' first-ever intercollegiate title, you, nekomata's granddaughter and captain of the girls' volleyball team, join the summer training camp in tokyo with your players. struggling under the weight of family expectations, you clash with your boyfriend during the final days of training. one late-night encounter with coach ukai, however, turns shared frustrations into something neither of you expected.
cw: MDNI, nsfw, age gap, power imbalance, forbidden connection, implied? cheating, oral sex (character receiving), deepthroat, face-fucking, praises and a little bit of dirty talk, all characters are 18+
song: older – isabel larosa
tokyo, july 2012
the thick, humid summer air pressed against your skin, clinging to you like a second uniform. the nekoma girls' volleyball team hummed with the same restless energy as every other team at the training camp. each squeak of sneakers on polished gym floors and every sharp shout echoing off high ceilings seemed to amplify the weight on your shoulders. every eye found you. not just you, but nekomata's granddaughter, captain of the girls' team, the one always expected to have the perfect answer, the flawless spike and the unyielding composure.
Hiii Hope your having a good day! Can I pleaseeee request smth with Coach Ukai? Ukai Keishin not his grandfather. Take care sweetheart stay healthy and happy!! ❤️❤️
— text keishin at 2 am and he’ll appear at your door with instant noodles like some kind of bleached-blond fairy grandmother in sweats.
ukai keishin x f!reader
c: fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff!! reader helps him with coaching.
would jump this man for free, not in a bad way ˆ𐃷ˆ
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
Both you and Sephiroth have been feeling desperate, lately. But apparently he's been a little more insatiable than you, as you discover one evening.
˚₊· ➳❥ word count - 1700
˚₊· ➳❥ warnings - female reader (no pronouns used though), sane/pre-Nibelheim Sephiroth, submissive Seph, smut, masturbation, breast sucking, creampie, lowkey fluffy but still... nasty.
˚₊· ➳❥ notes - first fic of 2026!! and ofc it's Sephiroth smut LMAO
When you arrive home that evening, you expect the apartment to be empty, devoid of any life. The way it always is when you get off work. You go through your routine, turning on the lamps and setting your bag in the place you always do, on the kitchen counter.
˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ ⌇JAKE SULLY.
warnings 𖨂 NSFW. MDNI. fem!reader, dacryphilia, p i v, soft!dom!jake, finger sucking, jake calls reader 'fussy'
“What’re you crying for, baby?” Jake questions as you ride his cock. The girth and length filling you up is overwhelming each time your core swallows his shaft. You’re on top, and even though you should be doing most of the work, Jake’s hands are placed under your ass to slide you up and down on him. It gives you a false sense of control, but you both know who’s really in charge.
“Mm— uh! Feels too good…” You finally manage to hiccup the words out, tears rolling down your cheeks as the tip of Jake’s cock pushes against your cervix, over and over again. The pressure of his girth, in a constant state of stimulating all your nerves, makes your body tremble. With shaking legs, you try to quicken the pace of your movements to maximize Jake’s pleasure, but Jake is quick to stop you— a gentle reminder that he’s the one who decides how fast you can ride him. You don't have to look down to know how wet you are, the sound of your arousal is loud and sticky as your cunt soaks his lap.
“Here,” Jake mutters, his fingers tugging on your bottom lip. Your face contorts with pleasure, mouth opening, allowing his index finger to penetrate your mouth. His digit is cool against your warm tongue, and your teary eyes snap shut as you focus on using his finger as a way to pacify the quiver in your jaw from the overwhelming feeling of his cock ramming into you. “That’s it, fussy girl. Just needed somethin’ to suck on, huh?”
WARNINGS: NSFW / Explicit Sexual Content, MDNI (Minors Do Not Interact), kenshin could be a good dad, breeding kink, Authority kink, slight exhibitionism, praise, possessiveness, scent kink???, teasing, brat taming, slight degradation, getting caught unfortunately
Nut Count (W/C): 6.7k nuts
The gymnasium lights cast long shadows across the polished floor as you gathered the last of the volleyballs into the cart. Sweat still clung to your skin from the day's activities—not your own exertion, but the humid residue of teenage athletes who'd filled the space hours before.
Beside you, Ukai Kenshin pushed a mop with half-hearted strokes, his bleached hair darkened at the temples with perspiration, his sharp eyes heavy-lidded with exhaustion.
You knew the weight he carried: the store all day, the team all evening. But at least he had you.
His secret. His relief.
