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hmm tkdb ghouls as wtnv posts…

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4 days until my birthday!

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— "you are cursed by an aphrodisiac anomaly!! who do you call?"

— "leo kurosagi."

cw: aphrodisiac obvi, reader and leo are MEAN (leo moreso), hate sex, enthusiastic consent, leo is tied up & gagged with your underwear, biting. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

part i.

Leo doesn’t even bother knocking, just barges into your room with a saunter and a smirk. You yelp and glare at him, the door slamming hard against the wall.

He doesn't even bother shutting it.

“You should have seen their faces, Honor Roll,” he drawls, gazing at you with half lidded eyes, “It must have been so disappointed, to not get to fuck you. I bet they’re all salivating with jealousy right now.”

“All...what?” you jolt, the gears turning in your mind, “You told them!?”

Leo shrugs his shoulders, advancing on you with a wide smirk.

“So what?” he huffs, “There’s nothing wrong with everyone knowing exactly what you are. Or is it embarrassing to be a little bitch in heat for me?”

Anger flares in your belly and it almost puts out the arousal with how upset you feel. Instead of yelling at him to leave, however, you opt for a more beneficial solution.

Lunging for him, you grab his wrists and practically throw him onto the bed (which he definitely makes way too easy for you, and maybe he wanted you to lose your composure all along and that’s why he decided to be so mean, but you’re not thinking much of anything at all when you slam his hands against the headboard hard enough to bruise.)

You make quick work of his tie and wrap it around his wrists, ignoring the way he winces when the fabric is too tight.

“Should have thought about that before you ran your fucking mouth,” you spit, staring down at him with disgust, “And I know you’re never going to apologize, so I’ll take what I asked of you and leave you to your own devices.”

Leo shifts with anticipation, biting his lip as his pupils are blown wide. You were right, he is a little freak—especially when it comes to you taking the reins.

“Go ahead then, Honor Roll,” he drawls, spreading his legs, “I’d like to see you try.”

He’s such a fucking asshole.

You grab the waistband of his pants and rip them off his legs, taking his underwear with it. You roll your eyes when his dick springs free, hard and leaking already. Your laughter is condescending and harsh as you untie your hospital gown, glaring at Leo as he squirms.

“Really? You’re hard from this? That’s pathetic, Leo.” you mock, slipping your underwear down your thighs, “You talk too big to be acting like this.”

“I—Mrph!?” he flinches backward when you stuff your underwear into his mouth, effectively gagging him.

“You look prettier like this anyway,” you grin, borderline manic from the aphrodisiac.

The way his dick twitches at the praise doesn’t escape you. You coo condescendingly, dipping your fingers into your wetness as he shifts his hips. It’s obvious that he wants you, in every way you’ll take him, and if he hadn’t told all the ghouls your business maybe you’d be a little nicer to him.

Instead, you pout mockingly at him and move forward, positioning your hole above his cock. Slowly lowering yourself, you drag his tip over your folds and watch his eyes squeeze shut.

“Aww, do you want it?” you whine, tilting your head to the side, “You're acting like such a little slut.”

He glares at you, unable to speak through your underwear. Rolling your eyes, you drop down and take him to the hilt. It was the aphrodisiac’s fault you were even in the situation, but right now, it’s doing you quite a few favors. You’re blessed with the sound of Leo’s muffled whine, his head thrown back as his body sags beneath you.

“Do you understand now?” you ask, starting a steady pace, “You can’t go blabbing people’s secrets to everyone. You need to learn how to keep your mouth shut.”

Leo moans through the gag, eyes rolling into the back of his head. The sight spurs you on, and you go faster and faster until your thighs are starting to cramp and your clit is grinding against his happy trail. All it takes is a glance up at Leo’s pink face, the drool soaking your underwear, and you cum with a cry. Your teeth sink into his shoulder and Leo’s cock jerks inside you before he’s cumming too, painting your walls with his cum. You pull off immediately, looking down at his mess in disgust.

“You freak! I didn’t tell you that you could cum!” you bark.

It’s fading. The aphrodisiac is leaving your system slowly but surely. That’s not how things were supposed to go tonight, though, and so you slide down his thighs and make your comfortable being eye level with his cock.

“You really love pissing me off, don’t you?” you hiss, gripping his cock harshly, “You’re going to give me everything you have—I’m not taking no for an answer.”

Leo speaks for the first time since you gagged him, and it sets a fire in your belly even though the words are muffled.

“Bring it on, Honor Roll.”

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i always mean it when i say i love you btw

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GUYS I MIGHT BE GETTING SICK

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— "you are cursed by an aphrodisiac anomaly!! who do you call?"

— "sho haizono."

cw: aphrodisiac obvi, fingering, scent kink (if you squint), sho is a tease, cum eating. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

part i.

You barely have time to sit up in bed before Sho opens the door immediately after knocking. He slams it shut behind him and descends upon you, a gentle smile on his face.

“You called for me?” he asks, sitting on the bed to get a better look at you.

You nod, pressing your lips together as you stare at him. His hands reach out to you and you take them, meeting him halfway. There’s a silent question in his eyes aside from the one he verbalized, and you find yourself answering with a soft nod.

Are you sure about this?

Sho is gentle when he places his hands on your shoulders, guiding you backwards until you hit the sheets. His fingers move deftly, untying the knots that hold the gown in place, yanking the crinkling material off of your form. Your bra is next, his digits fumbling for only a moment before he’s unhooking the clasps and throwing it aside.

“You look so much better without it,” he murmurs, pressing his lips against your collarbone as his hand lays flat against your stomach.

You keen, bucking against him as the aphrodisiac flares within you. It’s getting unbearable, so much so that you can only plead with him to give you release—because he’s the only one who can. He sucks in a breath and clenches his eyes shut, releasing the air from his lungs slowly and carefully. It's like he’s trying to control himself. You don’t want him to.

Sho moves his thigh away from your hips, earning a needy whine of protest from you. He murmurs something about being patient that stops your complaining, and shuffles down your body. Your eyes go wide when he rests eye level with your underwear, his lips parted as he zeros in on the wet spot. He swallows and you watch his throat bob with blown pupils. Your heart pounds in your chest and your mouth is suddenly dry as he leans in, kissing the soaked fabric.

“Sho!” you yelp, burying your hands in his tousled hair.

He groans against your underwear, shamelessly mouthing at your folds through your underwear, jerking his hips into your bedsheets. It’s as though the slightest bit of your scent was enough to send him careening into madness with you—the aphrodisiac seeping into his subconscious. You squeak and whimper as his long fingers yank down your underwear.

“You’re really pretty, you know,” he murmurs, “Want to treat you right—wish I could have taken you out to dinner first, at least.”

“After—!” you gasp, and he laughs at that.

Oddly enough, the atmosphere doesn’t feel hot or suffocating. It feels as though you two have been doing this for a long time. It feels, in some ways, meant to be.

Sho’s fingers prod at your fluttering hole before slipping inside, and you gasp. It feels so much better—maybe because of the aphrodisiac, or maybe because it’s Sho. Your eyes roll back as he presses them deeper, curling his fingers against your walls until he finds the spot that makes you see stars. An accomplished grin spreads across his lips when you shriek his name, your walls squeezing around him like they never want him to leave.

“Next time,” he pants, rubbing gentle circles on your hip with his thumb, “If you need anything, call me first. I want you to call me first.”

“Yes, yes, just please—!” you babble.

He could say anything and you would agree, if only he’d keep touching you like this, building your peak higher and higher and higher until it snaps. Sho leaves open mouth kisses all over your thighs and clit, peppering your skin with hickeys and love bites as you cum. His mouth connects with your cunt and you jerk your hips in sensitivity, whining about how it’s too much and how he’s too good to you. The praise goes straight to his head, if his smile is any indication.

That very same smile is stained with the remnants of your release, even more so when he pulls his fingers out of you and licks your cum off of them.

“Sho!” you yell, face bursting with heat. Geez, how embarrassing can this guy get?

He laughs when you grab the corner of your pillow and whack him with it, throwing his hands up in defense.

“Woah, calm down! You taste good, babe,” he smiles, easy and boyish, and your heart sings in your chest.

“You’re unbelievable.” you huff, curling up on your side to avoid his gaze.

It doesn’t work.

Sho scoots closer to you, tilting his head to look at you better. Unable to help yourself, your eyes flicker to him, and he hums in contentment when you do.

“I meant it, you know,” he chuckles, laying down behind you.

You hum noncommittally as he spoons you, pressing much gentler kisses to your shoulder and neck. Without thinking much of it, you grab his hand and kiss the back of it, intertwining your fingers.

“Sho, are you still—?”

“Ah, don’t even think about it. You need to rest. Once you can breathe normally I’ll make you some food. We’ll have plenty of opportunities to do this sort of thing again, won’t we?”

“...That’s presumptuous.”

“You didn’t say no.”

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TKDB GUYS AS (WEIRD) OREO FLAVORS/PRODUCTS

my beloved rubia nd i called and talked about this for an hour

jiro kirisaki - oreo milkshake because he can’t eat

yuri isami - lemon oreos because he’s sour as hell

lyca colt - marshmallow moon oreos

rui mizuki - rose & grape oreos

edward hart - limeade oreos because he's WEIRD

zenji kotodama - sakura & strawberry oreos

haku kusanagi - cherry blossom & matcha oreo

subaru kagami - fake promotional lavender oreos

ritsu shinjo - java chip oreos

romeo scropius lucci - organic oreos

taiga hoshibami - bacon wrapped swedish fish oreos

ren shiranami - buttered popcorn oreos

towa otonashi - love, oreo! dunk in love <3

haru sagara - the fake college oreos

leo kurosagi - wasabi oreos

shohei haizono - fried chicken oreos

alan mido - oreo protein bars T0T

kaito fuji - cookie dough oreos

lucas errant - toffee crunch oreos

tohma ishibashi - the mystery oreos that ended up being churros

jin kamurai - the “sorry for your loss” oreos

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Gonna vent in the tags a little bit sorry

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In other news, I got accepted into my masters program! Don't know when I'll be starting that yet but it’s exciting!

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Won't be super active this weekend. Celebrating my birthday early (may 8th if you would like to know 🤠) and also just dealing with life.

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In other news, I got accepted into my masters program! Don't know when I'll be starting that yet but it’s exciting!

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Won't be super active this weekend. Celebrating my birthday early (may 8th if you would like to know 🤠) and also just dealing with life.

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where do you put anger when you have too much of it

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I put on a screamy song (not necessarily screamo, any song that includes screaming helps) and screaming along to it in the car. Ripping paper also helps. If you have access to a kickball throwing/kicking it at the wall as hard at you can is very cathartic.

where do you put anger when you have too much of it

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— "you are cursed by an aphrodisiac anomaly!! who do you call?"

— "alan mido."

cw: aphrodisiac obvi, begging, creampie, praise kink, unprotected sex, hickies. alan requires some coaxing!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

part i.

The moment the open swings open, Alan asks you if you’re sure.

You’re standing there, sweaty and aroused in your hospital gown, and he’s standing in front of you like he’s too large for the doorway. You’ve never seen a man shrink so far into himself at just the sight of your eyes.

It would be a boost to your ego if you were in literally any other situation.

You tell him you’re sure.

He looks like he doesn’t believe you, doubt creasing his brow. And so, you slowly reach out for him, allowing him to pull away—

But he doesn’t.

Your fingers wrap around his wrist and Alan stumbles into your room with soft pink cheeks and shaking hands, swallowing thickly as you nudge the door shut behind him. You lead him to the bed and sit down, patting the spot next to you.

It’s like seeing him so nervous has quelled your need the slightest bit—but you have no doubt that the second his hands are on you, the aphrodisiac will take full control again.

He follows your command, and sits.

You grab his hand and place it on your thigh, squirming in place as he stares daggers into the floor.

“Alan please—I trust you the most, and I need you,” you beg, squeezing your thighs around his fingers, “Please help me.”

He huffs, gravely and embarrassed, before shifting his position. When Alan pulls away, you whine at the loss of contact. He sucks in a quick breath at the noise but continues, laying down against your pillows. His body is spread out in front of you, and you wet your lips as he looks away from you.

“Use me however you like,” he murmurs, “I want to make sure you’re okay.”

You scramble towards him, swinging your leg over his hips to straddle him. There’s an insistent bulge that presses against your inner thigh, and you light up at the implication that he is just as aroused as you.

As you start a slow grind against his hips, a swirling madness takes over your brain and halts all rational thought, your wetness soaking his pants through your underwear. His hands find your waist but they hover, as if he isn’t sure if he can touch you there. You adamantly grab his hands and place them on you, huffing as he begins to slide them up and down your sides.

He’s so gentle. It’s like he’s mesmerized by you.

His gaze is on you now, bright and heavy. His lips open, close, then open again before he asks:

“Can...I kiss you?”

It’s such an innocent request.

You lean over him, humming in approval as his hand drops from your waist to your ass as you move, still as gentle as always. You don’t think Alan has it in him to be rough. It’s nice.

“Sorry.” he mumbles, about to pull his hand away before you hold it there.

He gets the message.

You push yourself into him, locking lips as his hard on twitches against you, and in your haze you fumble for the button and his zipper, shoving his pants and underwear down his legs as he groans into your mouth. He still seems hesitant but you can tell he’s getting more used to the weight of your body on top of him.

It’s not enough to simply feel him against you.

You need him inside of you.

Alan, in a rare moment of desperation, tugs the hospital gown up and over your head. His wide eyed expression makes you think he didn’t expect to see you half naked, like he was just following his instincts and was met with you, in only your bra and underwear, and even in the midst of his uncertainty he reaches out and grabs.

You want to be soft and sweet to him as you take him into your hand, but the deep groan he lets out and the blush that paints his face makes your core throb. A hard shiver runs up your spine when you sink down onto him, squeezing his length as you try to get as much off him inside you as you can. His brow is pinched as he clenches his eyes shut, shaking hands gripping your hips to ground himself. The soft noises he makes are drowned out by your loud moans and whines, tears flowing freely from your eyes at the relief of finally being filled.

“Are you okay?” Alan asks, voice shaking.

“Better than okay,” you keen, eyes rolling back.

“Then...please move.” he pleads, biting his lower lip hard enough to hurt.

You gasp, hips jerking—since when was his voice so erotic? It was thrilling, having this much power over someone so strong, to be able to reduce him to quiet babbles and pleads as you fuck him. And so, you move, bouncing up and down on his cock, gripping his shoulders with your hands, moving away form his lips to bite and suck and lick any bare skin you can reach.

You should probably not mark him up as much as you are, lest Leo tease the two of you.

That’s too bad. He’s probably just jealous anyway.

Your clit grinds against his pelvis so deliciously and you’re clenching down on him so hard that you can’t think straight anymore. You’re drunk on him, on his love and affection, on his dick and the way his hips jolt up into you—

“Alan, I love you!” you cry out, hitting your peak.

Alan’s eyes go wide and he finished immediately, mind replaying those four words over and over as his peak sweeps through his body.

“I love you too,” he pants, managing to speak through his ragged breathing and your high pitched whines.

He catches you when you slump on top of him, your hardened nipples pressed against his chest. Your breathing is hot against his neck and he tries not to let it get to him.

He wonders if you meant it. If you really do love him.

He hopes it wasn’t just the hormones talking—but in the end, that could be better for the both of you, right?

“Alan...” you mumble, on the edge of sleep, “Iloveyou...”

It’s a slurred confession, one that could still come from those happy chemicals in your brain, but they make his heart jump regardless.

“I love you too,” he says quietly, kissing your sweaty forehead before you fall asleep on his chest.