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[hibiscus-iv]

꒰ ITADORI YUUJI X READER ꒱

minors do not interact—i will block you! cw: gn!reader, rimming (yuuji receiving), male masturbation. note: i have no excuse for this…

“F-fuck,” Yuuji gasps, back bowing off of your shared bed. He strokes himself feverishly, the sticky clicks of his arousal and the loud slurps that tumble from your mouth echoing in the room. “If you keep doing that, I’m gonna��”

You pause your ministrations, a thread of iridescent spit connecting your tongue to your boyfriend’s wet, fluttering hole. When you pull away, the string snaps. You shift to lay your head against his muscular thigh, mischievously rubbing the strip of flesh that rests beneath his sack; he shivers.

“You say that like you don’t want to finish.” A mock-pout graces your slick lips while your hand dances up to his balls, fondling the hot, velvety skin.

“Shit.”

He sucks his teeth. His fist slows as it reaches the base of his thick cock, foreskin pulled back, a fresh bead of pre pearling at his flushed tip. You sit up and lean forward to lap at it, dipping your tongue into his slit. A clammy palm catches your cheek as you taste his desire—rich and tangy; he nibbles his lip and smooths a calloused thumb up your cheekbone.

“Keep going—please.”

You reposition yourself between Yuuji’s strong legs. Slowly, you spread him apart—breath kissing his puckered rim—watching it twitch in anticipation. “Ask me again,” you murmur. His frustrated groan earns him an airy chuckle.

You’re a fucking tease, after all.

The man above you could easily overpower you; he could drag you by the hair and slot your panting mouth right where he wants it, using you to get off.

But he doesn’t. Instead, he yields to you. You may not give him what he wants, but you always give him what he needs.

“Baby please,” he whines, voice ragged with desperation. He looks down at you with heavy lids, his gaze molten amber—liquid gold. Dew shimmers at his temples and mats his blush hairline, and a sliver of pink darts out to dampen his lips. “Needa come so, so bad.”

Yuuji barely gets the words out before you finally swirl your tongue around his hole then slip the muscle inside, allowing him to roll his hips and gently buck against your mouth. Each time his ass makes contact with your face, you both moan, and it’s only a matter of moments before he finishes across his spasming abdomen with a cry.

Boneless, your lover nudges you away with his knees, then pulls you on top of himself, chest damp with sweat and heaving against your own.

“Yuu!” you shriek as his tacky spend oozes between your bodies and smears across your belly. He playfully squeezes your hips, burying his head into the crook of your neck.

“All you should worry about is how ’m gonna return the favor,” he mumbles into your skin. Before you can reply, he flips you over onto your back—showing you that a little mess is the least of your concerns.

[hibiscus-iv]

thinking about yuuji being a secret-not-so-secret perv.

like, when you first start dating, he’s incredibly sweet, right? he takes you out on cutesy dates and holds your hand while you walk on the sidewalk together, and rushes to open doors for you, and acts all sheepish and boyish when he says a particularly lame joke or blurts out something that makes him flustered and red in the face. all in all, it’s all very adorable and innocent.

but at the same time, he can also be the exact opposite of that. you go hiking together and the second he notices that there’s no one in front or behind you on the trail, he grabs you and kisses you in the pushiest way possible. his big, warm hand rests on the back of your neck and his tongue makes its way inside your mouth and he mumbles something about how your ass looks great in the leggings you decided to wear and how he can’t wait to get home so that he can make you sweat even more, causing you to walk the rest of the way with slightly wet panties.

and gosh, he’s so touchy. his hands constantly keep sneaking underneath your skirt or dress whenever nobody is watching, and he tends to practically beg you for nudes whenever he goes out drinking with his friends. he loves coaxing you into taking showers with him because it just gives him another ‘plausible’ excuse to see you naked more often. sometimes when you send him a picture of your outfit or your make up look, he can’t help but stroke one out from how needy your pretty smile makes him — he never tells you this, though.

and it all comes from a place of love. all of it, even the dirty bits.

[hibiscus-iv]

tw: 18+. age gap. slight possessiveness.

despite the difference in age (and experience), yuji itadori never doubts in his ability to please you. he's an eager lover and it's evident in the way his lips trail across your skin, leaving burning imprints that he soothes with his tongue. each moan and gasp he pulls from you is another testimony to his skill, every broken cry of his name is akin to your sweet praise. you're putty in his hands just as he is in yours.

but there's that flicker, that tiny little fire that threatens to turn into a blaze inside him, when men your age leer at your body.

yuji knows he has nothing to prove, and you tell him such when you notice him set his jaw and the smoldering in his honey eyes.

but—

"y-yuji," you gasp, the breath in your lungs stolen from you as your lover pushes your thighs as far as he can. words can barely form in your brain let alone make it out of your mouth, his fingers digging into your skin hard enough to bruise.

"you feel so fuckin' good." yuji's cock slides into you, the position allowing him to easily sheath his entire length into your wet heat. the way you squeeze around him makes him go lightheaded, sucking in a breath through gritted teeth. "like you were made for me."

all you can do is claw at the sheets below you, pleasure coursing through your body making you want to writhe but his weight pinned you in place. each thrust of his hips is shallow, his swollen cockhead grinding into you and making you see stars.

"mine," he growls, eyes never once leaving your body, taking in every little detail he can so it's committed to memory. he never wants to let you go. "all mine. g'nna prove it to everyone."

[hibiscus-iv]

fem!reader // age gap; bakugou is in his early 30s, reader is in her 20s.

bakugou gives me “get off my lawn!” vibes.

i imagine him gardening in front of his new home in a quiet little neighbourhood that he’s moved into after a particular scandal — the idea recommended as a solution to easing his temper in one of his anger management classes that his friends had somehow managed to convince him to go to — when his wrath comes face to face with you for the very first time.

he’s kneeling in front of the little garden that’s situated underneath his living room window as he digs his hands into the soil, no gloves, and with dirt pushing underneath his fingernails so deep that he’ll only be able to scrub it out when he finally heads inside to take a shower later.

so, he’s tending to the small patch of soil. with his brow furrowed and his teeth repeatedly sinking into the inside of his cheek, the temporarily-retired pro hero is visibly trying so hard to not crumple the flowers that he’s spent ages fighting to keep alive in their little pots ever since the day his stupid therapist had instructed him to buy the seeds, put them on the windowsill, take care of them, and watch them grow just like the calmness and the ‘zen’ in him is supposed to, or whatever the fuck.

and sure enough, the little fuckers actually grew. they grew so big actually, that he now has to complete yet another pesky task, consisting of finding them a new spot where they can fully flourish before they can get the chance to overtake his entire window, bed, room, even him, perhaps.

grumbling under his breath, the raging blond feels somewhat proud as he stares at his little creations. i mean, who knew he had it in him? a proper green thumb; attached to the explosive, otherwise oftentimes murderous palm of katsuki fucking bakugou!

and speaking of murderous: the look on katsuki’s face is a near perfect example of the word as he goes to place the first plant into the little hole that he’s just finished digging up. with his crimson eyes dangerously narrowed, he watches intently how the petals bend, as well as the leaves, whilst he picks up the poor flower and starts transfering it from pot to soil.

luckily, neither break or tear under his thick fingers. he’s being gentle and delicate for a change — adjectives people would never describe him with at first glance, nor after getting to know him a little bit better. no, he’s a grump through and through, and the focus in his head is so high now, in fact, that it even causes a wrinkle to etch itself deep into the middle of his forehead, accentuating the previous statement even further.

but that grump in him really manages to shine through the moment a football suddenly appears out of nowhere and knocks over one of the pots he’s brought outside only minutes prior.

tink! — a thin little crack appears on one side of the pot, now. bakugou, holding his breath without even realizing it, watches as it spreads through the glazed ceramic. the flower lays limply on the concrete step beside the garden that it’s just been knocked into. it had been his favourite one of the plants, the petals were so pretty and in a gorgeous shade of orange, but he can’t dwell on it; not when the crack is still spreading.

it’s spreading, spreading, spreading. just like the anger that bubbles within him.

tink, tink, crack! — the pot is chipped. a little piece of it crumbles off and falls onto the step.

oh, no. it’s ruined. it’s all ruined and the perfectionist in him is screaming.

and fuck, red fury swoops upon bakugou’s mind like a hawk at that. it’s such a small thing, a mere accident, but he just can’t help it; life’s been hard as of late. with his jaw clenched and all anger management lessons forgotten, he grabs the football and tightens his hold around it with both hands until he can feel the sparks dancing on his palms. until he can feel the warmth start to radiate from them.

the heat makes the synthetic leather hiss. it tingles, from his hands, all over his body. he hasn’t indulged in his quirk in such a long time. it feels good, even if the emotions that now plague and storm his outraged mind are awfully bitter.

and as for rage…

“are you fucking kidding me?!” his voice booms through the air as he pushes up to his full height in one swift, scary movement. “you stupid, brainless brats; how many fuckin’ times have i told you not to play he—”

it’s not often that katsuki stops in his tracks mid-sentence — especially in the midst of such a venomous one, at that — but the moment he whirls around and lays his eyes on you, deadly silence falls.

i mean, how can he not turn quiet? jesus on a cross, there’s a girl standing in front of him now, instead of a kid or an old lady. an actual girl, and she’s fucking gorgeous.

dressed in comfortable shorts, a cute crop top that shows just a sliver of your stomach, and colourful, almost childish flip-flops, your skin looks like it’d be warm to the touch if he were to stroke it. the sunshine that blazes above you on this hot summer’s day, causes sweat to glimmer in a layer so thin on your forehead. it makes the little hairs that frame your pretty face curl because of the way they’re turning damp with salt. makes the side of your neck have a certain sheen to it as well.

bakugou’s head cocks to the side as he assesses you further. sure, it’s hot out, however the heat doesn’t seem to be the main reason as to why you look so appealingly disheveled. after all, you’re inhaling and exhaling fast, and your shoulders are rising and falling even quicker as you seem to be trying to catch your breath.

did you run all the way over here?

“sorry… hi! lemme just… ah… catch my breath for a quick second… gosh.” he blinks at the sound of your voice as you raise your hand in apology before resting both of them onto your knees and bending over at the middle. your demeanor almost seems sheepish when you look up at him from underneath your lashes, still trying to ease your breathing. “i’m so, so, so sorry for your flowers, mister dynamight, sir…! my little brother kicked the football way too hard as we were playing a game he made up, so i just… i, uh, i ran over here to apologize on his behalf, and to… get the ball back.”

katsuki quirks a brow as he lets his gaze fall to the football he still holds in his hands, and for which you’re so clearly asking to get back, now. he knows the kid who you’re referring to as your brother — an especially irritating little menace that’s been sucking his blood through a goddamn straw, with all the pranks he and the group of brats he calls his friends have been initiating on his property as of late.

and sure enough, when he looks over your shoulder, the little shit is nowhere to be found.

the thought of the kid continuously stepping on his nerves for the last few weeks angers him in a flash, making his grip on the football tighten and start to smoulder; it makes smoke spiral in thin lines underneath his fingertips. though, when he lifts his gaze and lets his eyes land on you again — on that stupidly pretty, sweaty face of yours — bakugou surprisingly feels that white-hot rage somewhat disippating bit by bit.

hand to heart, he’s intrigued by you. you don’t seem to mind being in his presence, despite the fact that you seem to know fully well who exactly he is. and if you know that, then you’re surely familiar with the rumours and gossip that never cease to follow a big name like his. as well as the public announcement, talking about his — forced — temporary retirement from the hero business, because of the consistently violent outbursts he had failed to tame over the years.

for fuck’s sake, the dynamight is your neighbour, and you seem to be outright unbothered by it. it’s peculiar as fuck.

and it’s also the reason why the only thing he grunts out now, is, “you’re new.”

“i’m sorry?” that surprises you. your brief confusion is evident in the way you straighten, as well as how your own head lightly tilts so that you can look at him properly for the first time ever since you’ve stepped foot on the patch of land he should be calling home.

“you’re new,” he repeats simply, jerking his chin towards your direction and pointing the football at you. “i haven’t seen ya ‘round here before.”

“oh—ohh…” there it is; a wonderful smile appears on your otherwise pouty lips as you smack your forehead in realization. “yeah; that totally makes sense! i came back home just a couple of days ago to spend summer break with my family, so that’s probably why you haven’t seen me around yet.”

summer break. so you must be still in college? it’s not odd that you’re still a student, with a tight body like that, clothes so revealing and scarce, and a face that just screams youth, youth, youth. adding it all together, bakugou catches himself feeling not all that thrown off by the fact that you’re in school, pursuing a degree.

at least you have a goal in life. unlike him, and his stupid gardening.

nevertheless, he gives you a curt nod and tries to tame the flutter of a muscle in his cheek as he hands you back the ball he’d considered melting with his quirk just moments before. he’s still so angry because of the pot.

it held his favourite flower, goddammit.

“you’re new here, too,” you chime as you take the ball from his hands. “i know you weren’t here the last time i came to visit… i’d remember a man like you if he were living across the street from me.”

he isn’t entirely sure if you actually don’t see it, or you simply turn a blind eye towards the dirt and the branding that he’s now burned into the ball with his fingers, but both choices seem just dandy to bakugou as he watches you grin up at him, now. so cutesy.

“moved in a couple of months ago,” he explains briefly, clearing his throat and wiping his hands against his black gym shorts. he has to wash them later anyway; what’s a little bit of sweat and dirt? “been sort of… startin’ over, hah.”

you could call it that, all right.

you give him a knowing look, but don’t say anything about the article that had covered the first page of nearly every newsletter in the country not a while back.

dynamight retires at the young age of 33 after yet another savage misdemeanor! read more below!

no, instead you say, “well, that’s nice. i certainly hope that you’ve adjusted and that our little neighbourhood has been treating you well, mister dynamight, sir.”

that last word… did you say it like that; so softly, almost purring, the first time, too?

“i suppose i did,” he answers, feeling a heat that he can’t blame on the late afternoon sun start to crawl up his neck. it’s not intense enough to make him blush, per se, but it is enough to tint the tips of his ears a light pink. damn, it sure has been a while if a mere tone has got him acting like this.

your smile grows bigger as you notice the faint change of shade. it makes your face beam. “i know it’s quaint compared to the city, but i’m sure you’ll learn to like it.”

he watches you turn so that you can head back to your house, inside of which your menace of a little brother is surely hiding, and he can’t help but eye you up from head to toe again, well, heel. the back of you is just as stunning as your front is, he’s dragging his eyes all over; that is until you whip your head to the side so that you can look at him over your shoulder.

“oh, and mister dynamight?”

“what?” he calls out. you’ve already reached the sidewalk.

“i really am sorry about your flower pot. i’ll buy you a new one, if you’ll let me,” you say, waving. “just don’t be a stranger, yeah?”

katsuki doesn’t answer. he wants to say a million things all at once, to agree, to deny, whatever. to tell you to call him katsuki, or at least bakugou; that he hasn’t been called dynamight in a while and hasn’t felt like him either for a long while, too. to ask you what your name is, because he’s just realized he’s never got it. to try shooting his shot, or just talk, talk, talk because he’s lonely, he’s been feeling oh, so very lonely ever since moving here.

but all he does instead, is raise his hand and wave.

[hibiscus-iv]

"You're taking fucking forever in there."

You ignore Levi's irritated comment as you fiddle with the buckles on your shoes, too tiny to clasp easily and at a part of your ankle that requires your legs to be both tilted and bent to access them. A lethal combination in opposition to your dexterity.

"Are you sewing that dress by hand or what?"

His voice is nearer to your bedroom door now, a little bit more difficult to tune out with only the thin wood between you.

"No, my little mice helpers are doing that for me while I sing to them," you call back, but your words are light and flippant where his were heavy with the weight of his impatience.

"It wouldn't surprise me if you did have your own army of vermin with the amount of junk you've got in this apartment." You can't see Levi's face but you know he's looking around your living room with his nose crinkled in the particular way he does when he finds something distasteful.

You scoff as you finally succeed in doing up your second buckle. You lift your head so you can snap your rebuttal directly towards your closed door.

"Sorry we can't all live like minimalist monks!"

Levi snorts in reply. "I'm hardly a minimalist, I just don't accumulate needless things."

"You only own one bowl, one plate, and one mug."

You've known Levi since college, and you're fairly certain he has the same amount of possessions filling the entirety of his one-bedroom apartment that he did in his one-room dorm a decade prior. Probably the same ones, too.

"That way no one ever tries to come over for meals, it's clever."

"It's spartan."

There's a light thump on the other side of your door, and you wonder what it may have been.

"Didn't you ever read those Marie Kondo books?" Levi's voice is impossibly close now, like he's got his forehead pressed to your door. The thump makes a little more sense.

You laugh a bit to yourself as you imagine the way he's slumped against the expanse of wood, long-dressed in his suit and ready to go where you've taken your time getting ready. It's not your fault Levi showed up thirty minutes earlier than he said he would to pick you up for the company party your shared workplace was throwing that evening--though you should have expected it, given he's never been tardy to anything in the entire time the two of you had been friends.

"Can't say I did," you reply as you cross your bedroom, leaning over in your mirror to get one last close-up look at your face. You run your thumbnail against the edge of your bottom lip where your gloss was slightly ill-applied. "Why do you ask?"

"S'all that," Levi sighs, "'spark joy' bullshit. Don't keep things in your space if they don't make you happy or whatever."

You smile at your own reflection, eyes flickering to the image of your bedroom door you can see in the glass.

"And what if all my 'junk' makes me happy?"

There's some shuffling, and a moment later Levi mutters: "How can an issue of a magazine from 2010 make you happy?"

You suspect he's plucked an old copy of some fashion magazine off the stack resting on the bookshelf beside your door. You've actually been meaning to throw those away for a while, but you don't tell him that.

"How can you manage to not find happiness in anything?"

"That's not true," he argues.

"Oh yeah?" you counter, adjusting the way your necklace is resting against your collarbones. "Name something that you keep around just because it makes you happy."

"My kettle."

"Nope," you answer immediately, grabbing your purse off the end of your bed and heading towards the door, "that serves a practical, utilitarian purpose. I mean something useless that you just like. Just something you think is pretty."

You grasp the handle and pull it open, and you take Levi by surprise--he barely catches himself with a hand on either side of the door frame to keep from crashing into you.

There's a little pink mark at the centre of his brow where he'd been leaning against the door, and his eyes are wide.

"You ready to go?" you ask him, tucking your bag under your arm.

He's frozen, his expression still a little taken aback.

"What?" you ask him, suddenly self conscious. Your hands tug at the material of your dress nervously. "Should I change?"

"No," he says, soft but sure. "You look... fine."

Your face pinches.

"Fine?"

"Nice," Levi corrects himself, finally looking away. He fiddles with the stack of magazines he'd been complaining about moments prior. "You look nice."

"Wow, Ackerman, with compliments like that it's shocking that you have to take your best friend as your date to the company party and not one of the countless women I'm sure are knocking at your door."

Levi narrows his eyes, tossing you a withering look.

"You're the one who said we should go together."

"That's because I want to blackout at the open bar, and you're the only person I know who turns down a drink on the corporate dollar," you say with a bright smile.

Levi tuts in annoyance, crossing his arms over his chest, his eyes wandering away from you again. "Charming."

A beat of silence passes.

Levi sucks in a little breath.

"You."

"Pardon?" you ask, and not even because he said it so quietly you barely understood him, but because it doesn't quite make sense.

"Something I keep around just because I like it," Levi says, his eyes fixed so intently on the outdated magazine stack that you're surprised the pages don't burst into flames. "Just because it makes me happy..."

Your heart stutters in its rhythm, a sudden weakness in your knees you can't chalk up to the height of your heels as easily as you may have liked to.

"...Just because it's pretty."

You swallow thickly.

His eyes meet yours.

The time and space between the two of you is thick and sweet like honey, and you wade through it slowly as you fight to find your words. You swear you can almost taste it as your tongue peeks out to moisten your already glossy lips.

"We should probably go," you say quietly, reaching out to adjust the lapel of Levi's suit. If your touch lingers a moment longer than it ought to, if your fingers brush against him in a way that friends' shouldn't, neither of you says anything about it.

Levi nods and clears his throat, taking the slightest step away from you towards your front door. "We gotta get you back before midnight after all, Cinderella."

You blink, a little confused, a little dazed, a little bit of a head rush still clouding your thoughts.

"The mice, remember?" Levi offers when he sees your curious look, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

"Oh," you laugh, letting your head hang as you nod slightly. "Right."

The two of you make your way down to the parking lot outside of your apartment building towards Levi's car, and you watch as the lights flash when he unlocks it.

"I've got two mugs, by the way," Levi says as he pulls the driver's side door open, and you pause with your hand on the handle of your own. He looks at you over the roof of his car, his eyes suddenly firmer than you'd seen them all night. More insistent. More sure.

You tilt your head, confused.

He ducks down to slide into his seat, but not before calling back to you one last time:

"The other one is yours."

[hibiscus-iv]

Pairing: Keigo Takami ( Hawks ) x AFAB!reader

Warnings: Mild stalking, voyeurism, masturbation ( reader ), noncon somnophilia

WC: 3k

A/N: Not thoroughly proofread. I dunno ! Happy birthday to the funky lil avian hero

Keigo watches you often, even against his better judgment. He knows it’s inherently creepy, the way he always finds his way to the top of a building that conveniently has the perfect vantage point to see right into your windows. The ones that are never covered in a city always so rampant with crime but you like to bask in the few hours of sunlight that manage to peek between the skyscrapers that mar your view. 

He thinks you’re beautiful, stunning as you lean against your windowsill carefully clutching a cup of tea or coffee depending on the time of day. It’s coffee the times you’re up long before the sun rises, Keigo learns this on his few graveyard patrols. That was the first time he’d seen you, how he’d inadvertently started this unhealthy routine with you. Finding you so utterly striking on a night that was oddly quiet, the ones that were his favorite. Where he didn’t have to work as hard because everyone was safe. 

He finds out you’re loud in the mornings, comparably anyway to the vast silence before the world wakes. Long before the sky has begun to shift from a midnight blue to dusty pinks and oranges with the sunrise. Drawing his attention so easily and holding it even though it was clear you were clattering around in your home because you refused to turn any lights on, operating on muscle memory alone until you reach the kitchen. 

Keigo chuckles softly with his cheek in his hand, enthralled with your mundane routine until he’d found he’d watched you watch the sun come up. Straightening his spine with heated cheeks when your gaze travels to the rooftops, that flash of confusion on your face before recognition with a friendly wave that follows. 

It felt mechanical, the way he waved back, silted and awkward. Like he’s been caught doing something wrong and maybe he has, how long had he sat watching as you lived your life? Too long for sure, long enough for dispatch to ring into his commlink and tell him his shift was complete. 

A week passes from that abnormality in his usually completely normal, run of the mill day, and Keigo finds his mind always wandering to you. Coming back by the end of his shift for you to unknowingly share bits of your life with him. He’s learned how you like your coffee, how many spoons of sugar you take with it as well as your favorite creamer. That you drink decaffeinated tea in the late afternoon to early evening and you enjoy the winter breeze because you open both windows even though you only sit at one. 

He knows that you like warm drinks exclusively in this season, holding the cup with both hands to feel the heat seeping into your fingers from the poor insulation of the ceramic. You also work from home, ascertained with keen vision on a day you’d curled onto your couch donning a specific oversized hoodie he’s sure you’d deemed your favorite with how often he’d seen it. Tucking your knees into the roomy top and staring at the same tab for hours on end, long enough he almost wanted to tell you it was time for a break.

Keigo knows so much about you, just from watching from afar. He knows it’s not right, knows he should stop but no matter how often he tells himself that he always finds himself on this rooftop like clockwork, perched along the edge with his hands cradling his chin or lounging on his side. Feathers from fierce wings aiding him to still be able to reliably do his job while he rides the clock, fighting with himself to keep one away from your windows. Exercising an extreme amount of willpower to not invade your privacy more than he already has. 

But the longer he watches you the more Keigo wants to hear your voice, he imagines it sounds sweet. Certain you’d be his favorite sound, music to his ears the moment he heard it. Imagining a life with you as you live parallel to his own, that he’d wake you up with coffee just how you like it and curl next to you in bed before you both start your day. 

That you’d flash him that pretty smile he’d seen on your lips in passing from afar. He’d get to watch the sunrise and sunset with you, pull you into his lap and tuck you under his chin while you sighed breathily like you were more than content with your life. 

A life with him instead of on the outside looking in. 

All the things he yearns for only festers and grows the more he adheres to the unspoken schedule. Keigo tries to stop, to this very day as he once again stares through uncovered windows. He even tried take a different route on his patrol, a different perch with no chance of a view of you but he always found his way back here. Like you called to him without a word.

He tells himself again that this will be the last night, that he’ll tell the commission to put him on the other side of the city or in a different one completely. Giving himself one last day to see you, watch the sun set behind him with you after weeks on end. It felt fitting that it would be on his birthday, bittersweet, like a going away present devoid of any shed tears. 

It quickly becomes apparent to him that this was a mistake, more so than ever before. 

The nail in his proverbial coffin, what ascertains he is at the point of no return for him, is the way you broke your own routine. When instead of brewing your evening tea you were lying in bed, lacy garments the same color as his fierce wings barely peeking beneath the hoodie that pools at your hips, the biker shorts you usually wore nowhere in sight. 

His breath catches in his throat, constricting tightly as his mouth goes dry with the realization of what you’re about to do. Watching in real time, though it feels like it plays slowly like a movie in his head, how nimble digits rub tentatively at your clothed slit until your thighs part with enough room to fully feel the pressure. 

Keigo should leave, his mind screaming that he should look away and give you the privacy he’s steadily robbed you of day after day but he’s rooted to the rough concrete of the rooftop. Pants feeling painfully tight by the passing minutes as he watches your lips part, imagining such a breathy sound as your fingers swirl over your clothed clit. 

He palms at his erection over his baggy pants, leaning forward when your fingers finally slip beneath the damp fabric, darker from the wetness it clings to. He chokes when he sees you arch, gathering saliva on his tongue in the hopes of wetting his dry throat while your fingers find a rhythm you like. Delving into your cunt with a hastening pace; he imagines it’s hot, that the heat of your velvet walls would make him feel feverish as he’s sheathed within you. Bucking his hips involuntarily in time with the pump of your fingers, clenching one eye shut like he couldn’t bear to miss a single second of you pleasuring yourself as he pulls at his crotch. 

He almost cums when you do, lips falling agape with a low groan in mirror of your own as your thighs shake and you slump against your mattress again. Chest heaving from what you’d done, taking a moment to come down from your high and collect yourself before you move around your room. Gathering things for your shower until you disappear from his sight, leaving Keigo to feel like a cold bucket of water was thrown on him. 

Gulping air in shaky draws with a white knuckle grip on the lip of the building, sweat beading his brow like he’d run a marathon and he hadn’t even really touched himself. He should be ashamed of himself, but he’s not, the only clawing feeling in his chest and gut is unadulterated desire. Cock throbbing in time with his thundering heartbeat telling enough. 

He still hasn’t calmed down by the time you’ve finished your shower, tucking his erection into the band of his underwear to give him some comfort as you towel dry your hair. You move so gracefully through your own home, a home he wants to share with you so badly. Pouring yourself a glass of water before making your way back to your bathroom, Keigo barely able to make out you taking something from the medicine cabinet. 

He normally doesn’t watch you past the sunset, finds maybe he’s a little more redeemable if he doesn’t watch you sleep but obviously the prospect of redemption has gone out the window. Along with all of his dignity as he still rubs over his crotch, panting at the minimal friction he can provide himself like this. 

It should be sick that he can still be this aroused especially as you do the most mundane tasks. Reading a book by the light of your tableside lamp, still as a statue until you turn the page again until you’re finally yawning and the ache between his legs still hasn’t subsided. Maybe if he’d stopped fidgeting, essentially edging himself like a fucking creep, a real stalker while you tried to live your life as if no one was watching. But that’s a bit of the thrill isn’t it? You believe no one is watching, Keigo inadvertently hoping in the back of his mind that maybe you have an inkling and that tonight was just a show. 

A birthday present to him, an invitation. 

A lie he tells himself as you flick off the light and your room is shrouded in darkness save for the moon casting a silvery glow over your skin as it bathes you in its light. Your bedroom window is still open, making his heart race as time ticks on. The rise and fall of your chest slowing to an even rhythm Keigo can easily recognize as you falling asleep. 

He’s at your window in a flash, delicately pressing his boot against the sill as he climb through without a sound. Only the soft shuffle of fabric and the light footfalls that come if deft thuds, muffled by the plush carpeting as he rounds your bed. Carefully placing his knee onto the mattress, it dips with his weight and rolls you just enough towards him that ignites that flame in his gut again. 

Keigo finds you impossibly more captivating up close, seeing clearly the contour of your face, the plump of your lips. Brushing stray hairs from your face that you’ve tousled with the minor shifting in your sleep. Breath catching in his throat when you turn over on your back again, sighing with your legs spread comfortably. One leg bent at the knee with your foot flat on the mattress to prop it up, the other flat and Keigo can’t pull his gaze away. 

Another lacy pair, black instead of the crimson from earlier and he doesn’t know which one he likes more. The bed breaks under his weight as he shifts, holding his breath as he reaches forward to brush the back of his knuckle against your hip. His heart thumps loudly in his ears the closer his hand draws, feeling your body heat radiate until he’s finally touching you, releasing the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. 

You look so peaceful it makes him ache, pulling more of his body to sit onto the mattress top. Slowly, carefully, crawling closely until his added weight leans you towards him. He should feel pathetic for pretending like he lives here, like he’d just gotten home from a late shift to find you already asleep. Waiting for him to return to home to you until you just couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore. The thought warms him, the fabricated life he creates with you in his mind feels tangible like this, as he shifts to settle between your legs. 

Salivating to himself as he pulls away his gloves, tossing them to the floor to be forgotten for now. Running his fingers the same way you had earlier over your slit, freezing for a moment when you sigh but the smile spreads on his lips when your legs spread wider at the contact. Head slightly turned in your mess of pillows, swaddled in a thin hoodie like the fluffy comforter on your bed wouldn't keep you warm enough even though you’d kicked it away moments after falling asleep. 

“I could keep you warm,” he chances a whisper, hoping maybe his voice would give you pleasant dreams of him. Applying more pressure to your slit as he touches you, tongue sliding out to wet his dry lips when you sigh in your sleep.

Keigo toys with you until a damp spot soaks onto the delicate fabric, staring with rapt attention as his fingers hook against the seam to pull it from your folds. Stifling a groan when silvery strings stick stubbornly to your panties as he reveals your slit to him. Warm and inviting. Digits shakily touching at slick lips, enjoying the sticky sound your cunt makes as he toys with it so thoroughly his feathers ruffle and wings spread out. 

He can’t take the ache anymore, hastily unbuckling his belt to shove down both his underwear and pants until they’re bunched around his knees. Jostling you slightly as he hovers over you, grasping the base of his cock with one hand as the other pulls your panties to the side. Shudder wracking down his spine as he runs his cock between your folds to gather your slick, flushed tip kissing your clit to earn a pretty mewl even in your sleep. 

Keigo wants to hear more, needs to as he positions at your entrance, prodding slowly until he can gradually push inside you. It’s wrong, highly unethical and his career would be in shambles if he was ever found out. But you were his guilty pleasure and it is his birthday after all. 

And you sound so pretty, humming in your sleep like this is a pleasant dream and all keigo can do is bask in the feel of you. Amber hues rolling at the sublime heat and the hug of your velvet walls that clamp around him reflexively when he’s buried to the hilt. 

His hands come to hold tentatively at your hips, carefully not to grip as tightly as he wants. As much as he’s deluded himself, lived with the fleeting fantasy of cohabitating with you, he knows if you woke up now it wouldn’t be good. That’d you’d scream in horror instead of ecstasy the way he desires. Keigo’s so wound up he’s sure he won’t last long anyway, can tell he won’t need much the moment he starts slowly rolling his hips into yours. 

Sticky sounds and the light clapping adding to his quickly mounting high, his abdomen flexing with his movements as he grits his teeth. Keigo wishes so desperately that he could draw this out, take his time with you and hear you moan his name and beg for more but this will be enough for now. It has to be, he’ll drive himself mad if not. 

The closer he hurdles towards the edge, races to rapture the more Keigo wishes he knew your name, that he could moan it uninhibited without fear or even better groan it against your skin or lips for you to swallow it. Keep it whole and tight to your chest, to belong to you and he knows the more he thinks it the more it sounds absolutely insane. Clarity quickly creeping up on him and threatening to ruin his climax so he shakes his head to will it away. Focusing on the intoxicating sounds you make, that you’re enjoying yourself even while asleep and it makes his heart soar when you moan. More of a breathy sigh as your walls convulse around his cock and coat it in a creamy ring around the base as he gently thrusts into you. 

It fills Keigo with a swelling sense of pride knowing that he made you feel that way, brought you to release without you having to do a thing. Taking care of you even while you sleep and knowing you’ll wake thinking only you’d had pleasant dreams.

Proud smirk on his lips soon split with a choked groan, gasping as Keigo has to reluctantly pull away out of you. Settled between your spread thighs on his knees to furiously fist his cock to completion, spilling thick spurts of seed into his palm. Hips jerkily rolling through the waves of his orgasm until he’s calmed down enough to see straight. Eyes instantly falling to the content smile on your lips that bring one to his own. 

Keigo backs off of your bed, padding quietly to your bathroom to wash his hands and clean himself up. Looking presentable again when he steps through the threshold back into your room, again entering the fantasy if only to keep the looming feeling of guilt and shame from mangling his heart. 

He’s careful when he fluffs your comforter over you, tucking it gingerly beneath your arms and holding his breath when you turn onto your side. Pleased smile still on your face and it helps keep Keigo from spiraling but worsens his infatuation with you. Bending at the waist to press a tender kiss to your forehead. 

Keigo turns to leave the way he came, casting a longing glance at you over his shoulder like a husband reluctantly leaving their spouse before he takes flight. Coasting on the first beat of his wings, thinking of all the ways he could organically introduce himself to you tomorrow with a smile on his lips. 

You’re going to love him, he knows it.

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I'm simping.

You're telling me that THIS MAN:

Is a detective/police officer

Is probably ripped under that dress shirt cuz man's be running all day in the anime

COOKS????? WHILE HE IS ON THE PHONE!!!

Makes the best natto recipe 👍

Has them sexy morals that make you go 🥵 when he says money isn't everything

AND IS GOOD/PROTECTIVE WITH KIDS????

Now Daisuke is a fine and rich specimen but Haru? Haru Kato is 👌👌👌

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shoutout to the people working for hours on content that only gets ten notes. i’m kissing you tenderly on the forehead as we speak

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SHARE YUUTA THOUGHTS WITH THE CLASS PLS

in my head, we belong | y. okkotsu

✫ tags ;; yuuta fucks you on one of those big windowsills, established relationship, reader is wearing a skirt and is afab, praise kink (?) exhibitionism, fingering, love confessions, themes of obsession, fluff, like light dom!reader ig but not rlly, smut and fluff, fingering, creampies, 18+

✫ wc ;; 2.3k

✫ a/n ;; congrats to the dashboard for making me think of this dude when i have not before. writing this just for you anon. the thought it just like, what if yuuta gets horny for domesticity. idk what this is either.

✫ synopsis ;; it's in yuutas nature to be fond of you. sometimes it makes him restless, obsessive maybe.

Yuuta’s lip is swollen, almost raw - from where his teeth pick endlessly a the skin. You resist the urge to lick his mouth. 

Your hand reaches up to cup his cheek and he looks at you with warmth. Soft, rounded eyes framed by dark hairs. His cheeks are rosy, and even like this - he gleams almost youthful. You feel the way your skirt draws up over your thighs, and how Yuuta’s hands so carefully hold your hips as you sit on the edge of the windowsill. 

Light pours in through the open window, spilling onto the wood floors. It’s hot on your back, tickles the bare skin as you look up at Yuuta who looks down at you like you’re shining. 

“Yuuta,” You whistle, cupping his face in your palms. He leans down to look a little closer at you nose brushing “You’re staring,” 

“Sorry,” 

“Are you really?” 

He lets out a frustrated huff under his breath, and then leans into kiss you. His mouth speaks more than he does. Yuuta kisses with an innate need to overwhelm you’ve learned. Where all of his ease melts off. His grip on your hips stilts your thinking, skirt inching higher and higher.. 

“No,” His voice is smooth, soft, quiet “Not really. You just..” 

“You think I look pretty?” 

“I do,”

“Good,” ― You draw him closer, arms around his neck kissing him one more time ― “I like looking pretty for you,” 

And he grows still, breath shortened. You know Yuuta for being welcoming, friendly, warm. Explanations about why love isn’t asinine to him yet ring in your head as he keeps hiking up your skirt. There’s a familiar tight look in his face. Tense brows, sunken eyes - all of Yuuta’s steadfast that you hold gentle in your hand. You want to crush it, and you know he wants it too. 

“Stick your tongue out, Yuuta,” 

He does, eyes lidded. Your fingers tangle in his hair as your tongues meet. You let him let go, encouraging his movements by drawing him to you. Yuuta follows you in your lead. Your tongue lingers on his, licks into his open mouth and Yuuta accepts with grace. 

“Yuuta,” You say again, humming “Talk to me,” 

His eyes widen when you pull away. His slick mouth glistens in the afternoon light, dark blue lit up. Your question must’ve jolted him back into what he  was asking you for. A conversation that he prompted, to meet in your apartment before you left. 

There was a point to all of this, in-between him getting distracted by your skirt and right before you kissed where he was buzzing with something he needed to say. You watch as he collects himself again, or tries too. The mircoexpressions in every passing second before he gives into another pout, lip pushed out. 

“What’d you wanna tell me?” 

You rest your hands on his chest, patting it softly. He grabs your wrist and put your hand in his hair. 

“Nothing important,” He says non-committal. You laugh. 

“Liar. You have a serious look on your face I don’t like,” 

“Do I really look serious?” He says, seemingly horrified. You laugh lightly. 

“Very serious, Okkotsu. Who died?” 

“No one died!” 

You laugh again, and he wants to say something - but his mouth breaks out into a smile even as he sighs. You welcome his affection, his head resting on your shoulder. You can feel his need from miles away, the wicked tension that seeps out of him no matter how much he tries to suppress. But you don’t mind. He can take it all out on you. Just some coaxing. 

“Tell me what you wanted to say,” 

“It’s hard,” 

“But you’re so strong,” 

His hands hold your hips a little tighter. The praise always makes him shaky like that. Yuuta is so strong, so brave, so kind. 

“Promise you won’t hate me,” 

“Never could,” 

“I wanted to tell you that I,” ― His throat catches like he’s terrified of his own voice. You touch him, and he eases. Desperation returns to his face like a sickness well-worn ― “That I loved you,” 

The words are quiet as they are heavy. Not gentle like sunlight but bared like a confession to mother-nature. The fear of confirmation. Yuuta doesn’t believe love is asinine, but he’s terrified of it. He’s always been a little less confident than he hoped. A little tremble in his touches but want that burns in his palms. Something contradictory about how much he wants, how it terrifies him to do so. 

“I love you too, Yuu,” You say back, and then you smile a little “You can love me as much as you want,” 

And it’s there, in the big windowsill of your apartment that Yuuta breathes this ridiculously long breath of relief. 

“You love me,” He breathes into your mouth, only after hiking your skirt up. Only after the fabric bunches around your waist and his knee parts your thighs. You can feel his middle finger against your sex, catching on your clit. His breath is hitched. A soft glowing ember of desire burns in you “You really love me,” 

“Really love you,” You say back, spread your legs. This part comes to you with ease. Yuuta unleashing that part of himself for you to recieve. All the carnal things, the wanting things - he reaches for you to handle “Give it to me,” 

His throat goes tight, a whimper in it. A hand slips into your panties, middle finger with no time to lose as he dips into your heat. You gasp a little, hard and sharp Yuuta kisses you so hotly it almost it hurts. Swollen mouth and desperate hands, knuckles curled and gripping around your waist as one hand slowly opens you. You feel yourself stretch for him, open wide.

Your legs spread as open invitation and Yuuta accepts so wholly - he almost looks ready to fall to his knees.

“Hold onto me,” 

You nod gently as Yuuta fucks into you with his fingers. One first, then two. You know this part well. Your body adjusts easily to it. Close together with your breath mingling, Yuuta smells of spearmint. He kisses the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, then your forehead. He sounds like he's been running a marathon, heaving as he takes you in.

"You're so wet, oh it's-," He swallows saliva. You feel him scissor his fingers, gasping in awe as you give way for him. Pushing deeper and deeper until both of his middle fingers are inside, down to the knuckle. You think he does it just to watch the way your face twists. The deepness of his eyes, suffocating as you moan.

Your mouth falls open, and his names on your lips. He kisses you to receive it.

"Again,"

"Fuck, Yuuta. Fuck,"

"I love you," ― A frantic yearning settles in his voice ― "Love you so much, love you,"

You feel him pump them in and out. The stretch of your panties on your hips when he moves his hand, the free hand that cradles the back of your head from hitting glass. The sensation of Yuuta's voice, a quiet and subtle murmur against your skin. He says it again.

"I love you,"

"I love you too, Yuuta. You're so good to me,"

A moan ricochets out of him, falls out of his mouth like he couldn't wrangle it quick it enough. You hold his wrist a little, a gesture of intimacy as you do it again.

"You're a good boyfriend. I cherish you. I hope we get to be together for a long time,"

You can see it in his face. All the wire of want twisting and crossing over. He looks practically strained, so overwhelmed he shakes his shoulder as he pumps his fingers into you.

"Do you," ― He swallows spit into his throat. Blinking twice before his eyes meet yours ― "Do you think it's okay now?"

"Do you wanna fuck me, Yuuta?"

"You just," He rubs his cheek against your shoulder, before his face presses to your neck. He lets his lips ghost. "You just make me happy,"

You laugh.

"Didn't answer my question sweetheart,"

"I do wanna...be inside you,"

You wrap your hands around the back of his neck, kissing him, before pushing him back. He steps away, watching as you stand to your feet and slip your panties off. His breath hitches. You don't bother to pull your skirt off. Instead, you sit yourself on the windowsill and let your palms lean on the open space. Your sneakers squeak, open yourself in front of Yuuta.

There's mischief in your tone when you do it. Skirt hiked up. You spread yourself, and his tongue glides over his lip.

"C'mere then,"

He nearly rushes you. The messy kiss as he undoes the zipper of black jeans and pulls out. You laugh into his mouth and he smiles hearing the sound.

"Easy, boy," You tease. He shakes his head softly. Frowning.

"Don't be mean to me,"

"Aw, I'm sorry," ― Your voice drips with sincerity, but your intention shows when you wrap your hand around his shaft. The warm light hits the two of you, too romantic for what it is ― "You know I don't mean it,"

"Cause you love me,"

You grin

"Cause I love you,"

And Yuuta shudders in a way that makes you laugh. You guide him too, as his palms press the glass behind you. He leans over you. Eyes fixed on your cunt. Your swollen clit, your thighs and hips and body so bare. You know no one can really see, because your skirt is still on. It almost looks like he's just flirting with you.

"I love you so much, and I would like you to be inside of me," ― You make sure your voice goes soft, husky as you blink up at him ― "Is that okay? If the neighbors see you here?"

"I don't know,"

"I think it's okay, Yuuta,"

You guide the head to your clit, swollen. Yuuta gasps when you rub it, the way he slides against your folds so easily. He drops his head, foreheads touching as he tries to bite his tongue.

"I think it's okay if you fuck me like this, yeah? Mm?"

"Yeah, yeah."

You give him a big grin as he reaches down to hold your waist. You guide him in, eyes glimmer as you see his face contort with pleasure. His mouth opens, then snaps shut and the fingers cradling you grow tight. It's a familiar feeling, Yuuta is familiar. Your body comes to accommodate him so naturally. The swell of his cock makes fireworks spark in your belly.

"You feel good," ― He near winces, only an inch at the very entrance ― "You make me feel so good,"

"Don't hold back, Yuuta. I have you,"

Yuuta gives you a shaky little nod.

"Touch yourself. I want us both to cum, need you to,"

"Anything for you," You muse. Yuuta gives you a warbly smile.

Your heart stutters when you see him. The way sunlight hits his skin, pink cheeks and swollen mouth and deep blue eyes. Yuuta looks like July when he fucks you. You feel him grind his cock so slowly into you, the angle so deep your toes curl in your sneakers. It hits places you could never do on your own.

Yuuta does that to you in general. Rattles you inside out with his gasps and groans. You let him take his desire out, bleed it into your spirit when you encourage him. You moan his name when he bottoms out.

"Oh, there. Like that,"

"L-like this?"

Then he thrusts up, so deep and so perfect and so sweet. You nod as you rub your clit with twitchy fingers, smiling.

"Like that,"

Yuuta groans. You watch each other, just like that. Eyes locked, peering so deep into each other with each thrust. You see it in his eyes only then, only with you - that deep seated borderline obsession that makes your chest feel tight. The pleasure thrums with adrenaline. You feel it in your finger tips, in the nerves in all of your muscles. Even with all this light, with all this love ― Yuuta Okkotsu fucks you like pure sin.

Like the explosion of a stars, the pace goes from fast to uncontrolled. Yuuta fucks with his hips, not his head - but his unfocused eyes sink to your face. He watches you with every thrust, every pin point movement as you slowly come to your ends. Together, you think. You can feel how much he wants to do this together.

"Please. I want you to.. please,"

"Want me to cum for you?"

"More than anything,"

Your heart swells ten sizes as Yuuta looks at you with reverence, like you'd made Earth but refused to call yourself god. He looks at you like you mean everything, and you want to cum for him. Because he loves you and everything feels so good it almost hurts. Because letting him fuck you in the windowsill feels so terribly, traditionally romantic.

"Cumming, Yuuta,"

You all but scream. Your whole body convulses as Yuuta pulls you up, to his chest. You cum and you cum hard, and his voice reverberates so carefully in your ear.

"Say it,"

"I love you,"

You feel Yuuta groan, shallow thrusts before he plugs you deep and cums so hard his whole body trembles.

After everything settles down, you look up at Yuuta who looks completely pink with embarassment. You let out a soft laugh.

"I didn't think you could be corrupted worse, Yuuta,"

He lets out an embarassed laugh.

"I can't help it with you,"

You grin, hugging him tight.

"I know, I know,"

[hibiscus-iv]

Babytrapping with Katsuki. He looks down at you with no intention of pulling out and whips your tears away after you feel him shoot his cum inside you

“I’ll pull out, promise.”

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Haru Kato x afab!Reader

word count: 640

Tw: Age gap

You were so young and sweet just experiencing your early 20’s. Haru finds it hard to believe a sweet little thing like you caught eyes for someone like him, 29 -going on 30-, married to his job, a bachelor for most of his life, and relatively plain. You had run into one another when you were searching for your brother, he had the tendency to run off whenever given the opportunity yet cried hysterically when realizing he was lost after sating his curiosity to explore without his big sister.

Walking down the streets now to a nearby park is where you stumbled across your sobbing brother and a man, immediately you rushed over on high alert swiping up the toddler and putting distance between yourself and this stranger. Haru, realizing what was happening, revealed his badge stating he was a police officer and that he was just trying to help seemed to make you visibly relax. Setting your sibling down he ran over to Haru and thanked him for his help to which Haru patted his head saying he was glad he was able to do assist. You ask Haru for his number after stating that your brother did this on a near daily basis and that maybe you should get his number for next time you need help to which he flusteredly complied.

The next day you texted him asking for his help and to meet you at a downtown location. When he showed up worried about your brother you were quick to put him at ease telling Haru your brother was safe and with your parents. Deciding to clear him of his confusion you tell him, “You said to text you if I ever needed help but you never really specified it so I need help to make this a date.” Your heated cheeks and hopeful eyes never broke away from his own until he complied, these antics of yours continued as opportunities to create more dates with Haru.

He learned you were in your early 20’s, just recently moved out of your parents place, you babysit your kid brother, where you were born and raised, your ethnicity, that you’re in college, and how you always wear your heart on your sleeve. Making it vocally and openly known to Haru that you have a crush on him. He couldn’t understand it. On the many adventures you set up there had been multiple times when he’d be coming back from the restroom to see boys much younger than him and far more attractive flirt with you and you continuously turned each and everyone of them down without a second thought only to twist the knife of rejection further when your eyes light up at the sight of Haru’s return.

It made him feel like a teenager all over again to have someone as young and beautiful as you vie after his love and attention. It wasn't until Haru’s 30th birthday, while you were celebrating with him did you confront him with the knot tying question, “will you be my boyfriend?” Sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck he agrees and you celebrate, absolutely elated.

“Can I ask you a question?” Haru’s voice brings you out of your mini celebration and you look over to him, “You’re so straight forward, why?”

Raising an eyebrow to his question, “Because I want to be with you Haru, if I tipped toed around what I wanted then we wouldn’t be here right now. I want to be with you so I’m gonna be as forward as I can with and for you.” His face flushed at your confession and he pulls you in for a hug. He buries his face in the crook of your neck as you giggled at his reaction, wrapping your arms around his body to bring him closer.

This work belongs to hibiscus-iv 2021

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Vi’s face journey ⤷ ARCANE ⟩⟩ 1.08 | “Oil and Water”

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“You’re hot, Cupcake…”

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In what mad world would I trust someone like you?

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look at my little meow meow dodging like its nothing.

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(To that person… i do that here wbk)

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Hi everyone! Please read this is it is incredibly important!

Over the past few days I’ve been harassed via anonymous asks from someone who is attempting to dox me. In addition to revealing personal information about other people, they have been hinting at my location, my browser, and I believe installed spyware onto my computer by grabbing my IP address.

I know talking about Internet security isn’t fun by any means, but I urge you all to listen and ensure you’re keeping your information safe. Please be wary of what you share on this site and on discord, with people you’ve met, with friends you’ve made online. It is unfortunate to say, but you truly don’t know who is on the other side of the screen.

IF YOU ARE BEING THREATENED AND HARASSED VIA ANON DO NOT DELETE THE ASKS. DO NOT ANSWER. SCREENSHOT THEM AND SEND THEM AS PROOF TO TUMBLR STAFF. Let staff know that you are unable to flag the message like they suggest as it is on anon. Hopefully they’ll be able to help you out, or at the very least if enough messages like this crop up they will look to protect our information and data better than they are now.

AFTER YOU HAVE MESSAGED STAFF FILE A REPORT WITH YOUR GOVERNMENT AND APPROPRIATE LEGAL ENFORCEMENT ESTABLISHMENTS ACCORDING TO YOUR JURISDICTION. The screenshots will come in handy here as well!

GOVERNMENT OF CANADA - YOU WILL HAVE TO CALL YOUR LOCAL POLICE TO FILE A REPORT IN ADDITION TO SUBMITTING THIS FORM

APPROPRIATE USA FEDERAL INVESTIGATIVE BUREAUS TO CONTACT

FOR USA: REPORT THE CYBERCRIME TO CISA

HOW TO REPORT A CYBERCRIME IN THE UK - THEY PROVIDE A NUMBER YOU CAN CALL IF YOU ARE CURRENTLY EXPERIENCING IT

Here’s a few methods that you can take to protect yourself and the people around you as they did allude to being able to do so through people they’ve already hacked.

1. USE A VPN. Proton VPN is free, and you can download browsers such as Opera and TorBrowser to protect yourself. Ensure that if you have a VPN downloaded that you have the option to run as soon as you turn on your laptop, and to automatically connect! If you’re like me and tend to forget, this is a lifesaver. You may have to submit captchas more frequently, but in my opinion it’s a small price to pay for peace of mind!

Keep it running when you send asks, DMs, go on discord, whatever.

2. Try to limit use on Tumblr to desktop with the VPN and private browser running - the doxxer was able to see the system my phone was running on as well as my IP.

3. Download an AntiVirus program! It will help detect any malicious spyware - Google to find a reputable program that works for you and your budget. Bitdefender and Norton are two great options.

4. Enable Two Factor Authentication on everything. There are a bunch of free authenticator apps you can download onto your phone (Google, Microsoft, etc). You also have the option of using your phone or email - whatever works for you! For an extra level of security, make sure to end any existing/currently running sessions before you set it up.

5. Change your passwords and make sure you write them down in a physical location, not saved on your phone or computer! Again - end any running sessions before you do so!

6. Don’t click any suspicious links! Don’t click links in asks! I mentioned this before, but this or another person tried to grab my IP through a hyperlink in an ask - copy and paste it into your notes to see what the actual URL is before you click! If it’s a shortened link (bit. ly, etc.) ask them to resend with the full link. Better to be annoyed with a long string of letters and numbers than to have your IP tracked.

7. DO NOT POST PHOTOS YOU TOOK DIRECTLY FROM YOUR PHONE. There will be data attached that can pinpoint your location! Same with videos! Please be careful! If you absolutely want to post a personal photo, screenshot the picture and then post it! You can pop it into a draft on your phone and then switch to desktop to finish up, or Google how to scrub data from photos and videos before posting!!

8. USE A PSEUDONYM. They might be addressing you, but if it’s not even close to your real name it will give you an extra layer of comfort. NEVER give out personal information no matter how much they harass you. You might confirm something they’re only speculating on or give them information they didn’t have - do your best to ignore, block, and report when possible.

9. BE AWARE OF WHAT STILL HOLDS YOUR DATA. Are you sending a TikTok link? Make sure your username isn’t attached to it! Copy and paste the URL into a browser and then delete everything after the video’s ID (a string of numbers). Are you sharing a Google doc with your online friend? Make sure it’s not off your personal account!

Are you sending a photo of your license to someone? Blur out your photo, address, ID number, and middle and last names! Legitimate discord server owners should only be asking for proof of your DOB! Are you talking about school? Hobbies? Landmarks? Know that these can provide an idea of where you’re currently residing! Taking a photo of your car for some reason? Blur the license plate! Street signs! If there are signs from political canvassing in the area, blur those out too! I would say never post a photo of the area you live in or your neighbourhood - there are too many things that can appear in the background that people can use to find you. Don’t describe yourself if there are distinctive attributes in your appearance!

10. USE A DIFFERENT EMAIL WHEN SIGNING UP FOR SITES/ACCOUNTS ASSOCIATED TO YOUR PSEUDONYM. Create a new one for writing. Don’t put your personal name on there. If you end up having to change pseuds, you can easily alter it to reflect whatever name you would like to be called! Using your personal email address gives doxxers another potential avenue. Similarly with kofi - as a content creator when you tip it will reveal your first and last name if you don’t have a separate paypal account set up! IF YOU CHOOSE TO TIP ON KOFI MAKE SURE THE PERSON YOU ARE TIPPING IS SOMEONE THAT YOU TRUST. I know that’s a little strange to say after everything I just wrote, but use your gut.

Please share this and ensure you’re taking care of yourself and your data! You might never do something like this, but there are people out there who will take advantage of this. These are also great habits to have for your life outside of tumblr and social media; preventative measures will help a lot! Whether you’re reading, writing, vibing, keep yourself safe!!

[hibiscus-iv]

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