#:: hiro replies!

[sovereignsystem]

An argument between a pro endo and one of our anger holders.

(Pics are edited bc we know better than to blast someone like that)

Watching Michael do this was SO funny.

Anyways (pro) endos dni and please dont fucking wish death upon someone to try and win an argument. It doesn't work.

-💤 (It/Hy)

[the-trinket-witch]

I'm late to the party but 🪡 for Hiro, if you'd be so kind?

I LEGIT LOOKED FOR SOME OF HIS INSPO'S OUTFITS AND COULDN'T HELP SEEING HIM IN THIS

Only a frog (and his expy) could rock clashing patterns lol

[symphonies-of-silver]

Hiro came to his senses from Summer's call.

( Response to this )

@ask-the-royal-absol @perish-song

[izzyizumi]

Digimon Ghost Game ~ Hiro & Gammamon + {Tanabata}! (Japanese cultural holiday taking place on July 7th!)

[r3dblccd]

: ̗̀➛ @warsinmyhead, fast forwarded from here ❄️

Minsung was nervous. Very nervous. Why was he nervous again? Well, he never really met anyone from Hiro's family before. He's only heard a few things about them. He knew in reality there was nothing to be anxious about, he was an open book. But, obviously, he wanted to make a first good impression.

Earlier in the morning he baked some cookies so that there would be enough time for them to bake and cool down a little once they were done and for him to pack them up just in time for him to head out. He wanted to express his gratitude for being invited over somehow, and he figured that would be a good way to do it. So, here he was at the front door, with a box full of sweet treats in one hand and the other reaching up to knock on it.

When the door opened, he gave a polite bow to the figure before him and smiled. It was Hiro. "Hello. Thanks once again for inviting me here. I haven't come too early, right?" Minsung likes to be punctual, but he did head out a little earlier, just in case there was too much traffic around this hour.

[ariaterramoon]

Are there any OCs you could sit down and talk to face-to-face who would it be and what would you ask?

Do you have any characters you've wanted to expand on and just havent found the time/motivation?

Do any of your OCs have silly traits/quirks that you added in?

Im very late to asking mb

Hehe you're fineeee :3 I love getting asks nonetheless uwu

Are there any OCs you could sit down and talk to face-to-face who would it be and what would you ask?

I think I would either talk to Xia Li or Saverina, they both are going through a lot and yet still find a way to smile and care for others. I think I'd ask them both if they're ok, prepare for them to get angry at me bcs uh, well, I made them go through all that oops. But then I'd ask how they keep it together despite it all.

Do you have any characters you've wanted to expand on and just havent found the time/motivation?

I've been wanting to expand on Shadow bcs I want to explore the Shadowkin and his role in the Eastern Caverns, his past and his relationship with the Shadow Clan and Dawn & Sarai. I just been preoccupied with catching up with Saverina aha, I left her abandonded for years and so I wanted to focus on her for a bit. But I wanna go work on the Shane family now, cuz reasons lol several reasons. Need to do more wholesome, NO MORE ANGST! I've done so much angst lately it legitimately has made me sad irl, no bueno.

Do any of your OCs have silly traits/quirks that you added in?

Dawn: She wiggles her nose when she is trying to solve a problem.

Sarai: She will literally growl/whine audibly when she's annoyed/jealous.

Xia Li: She does little hops when she is excited, or well, bounces on her heels.

Saverina: She has a lot of quirks in general such as her face getting a mocking expression when she finds something genuinely funny, but a new one I can mention is that that she will settle into her seat before eating/drinking anything, like, she will shimmy into place and sigh before starting anything.

Hiro: He clicks his teeth together when he is deep in thought. Usually like twice or thrice.

Shadow: He does the little cat wiggle before he pounces on you lmao

Amelia: She will always say "Hey/Hello/Hi/" in a singsongy voice.

Lady PsPsPsFs: She's silly and quirky in general, I cannot say something specific about her lololol

RK400: Squints when she looses her glasses. It's in her programing and its my fave silly quirk I gave her. If you ask her how many fingers you're holding, she will tell you a wrong answer, even if you ask her 3 times.

"How many fingers am I holding?" [they're holding 3] "Two." "Nu uh. How many?" "Four." "... Do you know how many fingers I am actually holding?" "Yes." "So how many do I have?" "Two."

[tsukimefuku]

Based off this sweet little thing that happened.

“Will you marry me?” Higuruma asks, holding your hands tightly as you both laid in bed.

“… What?” you ask in return, genuinely surprised.

Hiromi is an absolute workaholic. He’s been addicted to his work ever since you knew him, and it was a common occurrence to have him falling on the bed like a sack of potatoes and dozing off in less than a minute.

However, anxious as he is — even if he tries hiding it — his sleep is usually an uneasy one. He tends to mumble and even speak while he should be out cold.

And that’s what happened today.

“Hiromi, my love, we’re already married,” you answer, trying to hold off the laugh bubbling up your throat.

“Are we?” he inquires, genuinely confused with his half lidded eyes looking your face up and down.

“We are, silly,” you assure him, pressing him back against the bed and pulling the blanket over him, “now get some sleep, you clearly need it.”

“That’s… good… I want to get you a pretty ring,” he mumbles while rolling on his stomach and sinking his face on the pillow.

“You already did, Hiro.”

After a sequence of incoherent sounds, he says “I love you”, to which you reply.

“I love you too.”

written by tsukimefuku ㋡ comments and reblogs are appreciated. do not copy, translate or repost. copycatting is for losers.

[c4toru]

hiromi is obsessed with the color pink

you didn’t necessarily like the color, you felt that it didn’t compliment your body enough, at least not in the ways you wanted. nevertheless, hiromi always found himself gravitating towards the rosy color, buying everything and anything from pink houseware to your own clothes.

for valentine’s day he decided to buy you a pretty floral pink underwear set in hopes that you’d wear it for him once he got home from an exhausting day at work. he excitedly displayed the set on your shared bed before heading off for work.

throughout the day he hovered over his phone, waiting to see what you had to say about his surprise but your text never came. he was worried if you didn’t like it.. what if you’re mad at him now! he hurriedly packed his briefcase and darted off home, he’s sure his coworkers would forgive him for the sudden change.

he arrived home, pushing off his coat and setting his briefcase aside before running a shaken hand through his silky locks. where were you at..?

he pushed the door open to your shared bedroom only to freeze, mouth agape. you were lying on your stomach in the frilly pink set he had bought for you, kicking your feet as you seemingly waited for him to return home. “d-did you wear this for me?” he stutters, feeling his pants tighten at the sight. you gasp, turning around, surprised that he is home so early in the night. “hiromi! missed you..” you rise from the bed, wrapping your hands over his shoulders as you rub along the nape of his neck.

his hands find the curve of your ass, “you look so pretty for me honey.. s’ it all for me?” hiromi questions, giving you a nice squeeze before peppering kisses to your plump lips. “mhmm, all yours.” your lip is tucked in between your teeth as you stare deep into his lustful eyes. he’s loosening his tie before twisting you around and pinning you to the edge of the bed.

he’s playing with the soft lace of your panties, mentally groaning at his view. he tucks two thick fingers in the side of the fabric, pulling it to the side and rubbing his thumb in circles around your clit. you’re letting out cute whines before he whips up a wad of saliva and spits it onto your twitching hole, watching how the liquid drips down to your sensitive bud. “ah! want you hiro..!” you moan, gripping the sheets.

hiromi reaches into your nightstand to grab a bottle of lube, popping open the lid before he dribbles it all over your panties. “nngh! s’cold..” you cry, he leans over to press a kiss to your cheek as an apology. “i’m sorry pretty girl, hiro will make you feel good soon,” he replies with his soft tone, setting the bottle aside.

thick fingers caress your ass, playing with the now slick fabric. he releases his hardened cock from his black slacks as they begin to pool at his ankles. he gives his length a few pumps before sliding it in the crevices of your panties, cock tucked nicely against your cunt.

“o..oh shiiit- hah” he moans, thrusting himself into your panties, his mushroom tip periodically pushing against your swollen clit. “nngh! f-feels so good.. wan’ more!” you beg, bent over the bed while you keep your upper torso propped up on your forearms.

he’s hugging your body from behind, one hand cupping the plush of your stomach while the other is grasping at your throat. his head is bowed, sweaty forehead against your back. “s-so wet.. hah could cum just like this, hnghh!” hiromi whimpers, rutting his flushed cock head directly onto your sensitive bud.

you’re squeezing your thighs together firmly to intensify the friction between your legs. your head falls against the sheets as your lips part to silently dwell in the pleasure washing over your body. “inside hiromi! p-pleasee, feel so empty- anghh!” you’re whining, your slit begging for his thick shaft.

hiromi slows his pace, dragging his tip from your puffy clit to your hole as it clenches around nothing. “say pretty please, f’me sweet girl..” his sultry voice whispers into your ear, he’s teasing his head at your entrance before sliding it right back against your cunt. “p-pretty please- hah.. need it ah!” you shriek, feeling him push the tip of his cock past your wet entrance.

“oh.. y-yeah, you’re so tight nngh. c’mon loosen up for hiromi.” he groans, slowly filling you up with his hardened cock while he presses up against your plump stomach. his other hand moves towards your tits, cupping them through the soft lace bra. “h-harder! feels so g-good.. mmf.” you babble, gripping onto his hand that’s placed onto your chest.

he’s picking up his pace, shoving his cock oh so deep inside you, he loves the way your pretty pussy flutters around him when he hits that spot you love the most. “shhh, m’gonna give it all to you ‘kay? all the way up in here- hah..” hiromi shushes you, trailing his fingers gently up the soft skin of your stomach.

his hips are harshly pounding into yours, the heavy weight of his balls slapping against your clit has your body feeling like jello. each slap to your bud has strings of wetness connecting the two of you, producing loud squelches that echo throughout the house. “fuuckkk- m’cumming! h-hiro—” you squeal, your vision becoming cloudy as your ears ring. the tangled knot in your stomach begins unraveling as you cream around his hefty cock.

“nngh- t-take it! shiit m’gonna cum in this pretty pussy- wanna give you a baby..” he cries, gripping onto your flesh as he pounds his way through your orgasms. “gonna make you such a beautiful mama.. nngh! y’ want that right sweet girl?” you’re aggressively nodding, pushing your hips back onto him to drag out all he has to give you.

“want all of it- ah!” you mewl, suddenly cut off when he begins repeatedly pounding against your sweet spot, overstimulating you in the process. he’s letting out obscene moans and whines as white spurts shoot out from his pretty slit, the warmth slowly filling up your fucked out insides. he grinds his hips into yours, not wanting to let his juices escape your hole.

regardless, he slips his cock out of you with a loud pop! , rutting his shaft against your sensitive pussy, earning a few ‘oh’ s and ‘ah’ s from your parched lips. “mmngh, gimmie a kiss hiromi” you whisper, twisting your body to allow your eyes to meet. he chuckles before moaning into your mouth, tongue exploring each others mouths.

“ happy valentine’s day hiro. . ” you murmur, salvia connecting your lips. he gives you a softhearted smile before pecking your swollen lips.

a/n : happy valentine’s day guys!! thank you for nearly 1k followers too >.< likes & reblogs are appreciated

[chunghasweetie]

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍’ 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 | J.JK

— pairing | fem!oc x husband!jjk

— summary | jungkook’s been working non stop and you’re finally sick of repeating yourself (healthy argument)

— warning | bad writing (i’m doing my best) medium angst, workaholic jk, makeup sex, mentions of breeding kink, unprotected sex

— word count | 2.8k words

— song suggestion | thinking about you — ariana grande

He knew he messed up. Big time.

It was very late at night. Damn near 2am.

Jungkook had just barely arrived home to a silent house. He walked into his twin babies room, noticing that both baby Hiro and baby Liyah were already asleep for the night.

He hadn’t seen them in days.

He was working like crazy recently, going into work when he really didn’t need to.

He ran his own car line and was always on top of it when it came to work. The last month he had hardly ever been home long enough to interact with his family.

His wife knew what she was getting into when she married him. She knew his company was important to him and she completely understood.

But recently things had been different lately. He was missing doctors appointments, events, and simply quality time with her and their babies.

The twins were around 7 months old and were definitely a handful for his wife. She could handle everything on her own but it wasn’t always easy.

She needed him.

Tonight he really messed up.

He opened his room door, seeing his wife on her phone. He had promised her that he’d get off early to attend a family gathering but he chose to work again.

He knew she was greatly upset. “Hey baby” He announced his presence, cracking their door open behind him.

“Hey.” She replied dryly, not looking up from her phone.

She was beyond pissed and he could instantly sense it.

Jungkook walked over to her side of the bed, sitting down beside her. He knew she was upset with him, and he couldn't blame her.

"Y/n,I'm sorry. I really am." His voice was low, sincere, and full of regret. “I just got caught up baby.”

She didn’t say anything, simply rolling her eyes.

Jungkook's heart sank as he saw her roll her eyes. He knew he hurt her, and it was killing him inside.

He reached out and gently took her phone, setting it aside on the nightstand. "Baby, please look at me. I really am sorry."

“It’s fine, Jungkook.” The irritation was visible on her face. He’s been working all day and night and she needed him around.

She hardly ever seen him. He promised her he would go with her and he still didn’t go. She was hurting.

Jungkook felt a wave of guilt wash over him as he saw the hurt and disappointment in her eyes.

"Baby, I know it's not fine. I messed up. I promised you that I would go to the party with you, and I didn't show up." He admitted.

“You know how fucking embarrassing it was?” She looked at him.

“I looked like a hot mess today Jungkook and everyone felt sooo bad for me and I felt so humiliated” She continued.

Jungkook's heart ached as he saw the pain and embarrassment in her eyes.

He took her hand in his, his thumb gently tracing circles on the back of her hand. "I'm so sorry, baby. I should have been there with you. It must have been awful for you."

“Yeah you fucking should’ve.” She rolled her eyes once more. “You begged me for a fucking baby and I gave you twins and you can’t even show up for them. I’ve been doing everything myself.”

Jungkook's heart sank as he heard her words, a knot forming in his stomach. "I know, baby. I'm sorry. I never meant for you to feel like you’re on your own."

He pulled her into a tight hug, pressing his lips to the top of her head. "I’m so sorry gorgeous.”

“Jungkook we’ve had this conversation so many times.” She shook her head “You’re a fucking workaholic.”

He knew she was right. There was no denying he was putting work over his family. He knew he had to make a change.

Jungkook sighed as he felt her frustration and disappointment. He couldn't believe he had let things get this bad between them.

"You're right, Y/n. I've been a workaholic, not giving you the attention you deserve." He took a deep breath and looked into her eyes.

“It’s not even me it’s your kids you need to be there for. I know they’re babies and they won’t remember but they still need you Jungkook. I need you.” She sniffed, obviously stressed and fighting tears.

“You missed it, earlier at the function Hiro was trying to crawl.” She then broke down, letting her tears fall. “And you missed it.”

“Fuck.” Jungkook listened to her, realizing the true extent of the damage he had caused. He felt guiltier than ever.

"I know, Y/n. I've been selfish, thinking only about work, neglecting my children and my beautiful wife." He sighed. “You shouldn’t have to suffer on your own.”

“I just want change. I-I just don’t know what else to do.” She sighed. “Both twins were crying and needy. E-Everyone was doubting me like I couldn’t take care of my own kids.”

Jungkook's heart ached as he heard the pain in her voice. He couldn't bear the thought of her feeling alone in this, feeling like she wasn't doing enough.

He reached out and gently took her hand. "Listen to me, Y/n," he said softly, "You are the perfect mother. You are capable and strong and loving.”

He continued, “I was wrong to leave it all on you and I promise that I will change. I will be there for our children, I will support you in every way possible. And to those who doubt you, let them eat shit."

She cried more at his words, hardly able to compose herself. Jungkook's heart swelled with love at the sight of her emotion.

He pulled her into a tight embrace and whispered soothing words into her ear. "Shh, it's okay, mama. I'm here for you now, always. I will never let you down again."

“Please mean it this time.” She hiccuped.

Jungkook cupped her face gently and locked eyes with her.

"I have never been more serious about anything in my life. I love you and our children more than words can express. I promise you, I will do whatever it takes to make things right and earn your trust back."

Jungkook's heart ached at the sight of her tears.

He pulled her into a kiss, caressing her back gently. "It's okay, mama. I understand. I'm here for you now. What do you need me to do to make you feel better? I’ll drop everything immediately for us baby.”

“Can you just stay home tomorrow? Spend time with the babies— That’s all I want.”

Jungkook smiled softly at her and held her closely, rubbing her back soothingly.

"Of course beautiful. I will stay home tomorrow. I will be here for you all day, just like you deserve. I love you." He then kissed her forehead.

“I’ll stay home with you tomorrow, the next day, next week, next month. Shit, I’ll stay home with you until they’re in preschool.” He told her, making her eyes widen.

He knew he needed to do this. Her crying and confronting him gave him the wake up call he really needed. She didn’t deserve anything he was going to her and the kids didn’t deserve it either.

He wanted a baby so bad and he was fortunate enough to have his wife give him

two. He was taking that all for granted and

he knew that now.

“I love you too.” She wiped her eyes.

Jungkook's eyes shone with love and devotion as he looked at her. "I am so lucky to have a wife like you, mama. You are my everything."

He gently wiped away the remaining tears and hugged her tighter, feeling his heart swell with love for her.

“I’m luckier. I know I complain and I bitch at you a lot but I do really love you.” She told him, pecking his lips.

Jungkook's heart fluttered at her affectionate peck on his lips.

He smiled, feeling grateful for her. "You are amazing, mama. And I know we have our moments, but I wouldn't have it any other way."

Jungkook chuckled and deepened their kiss, feeling his love for her grow even more.

He kissed her passionately, savoring the taste of her lips and feeling his heart race with excitement. "I would do anything for you, Y/n. You’re my world.”

Jungkook smiled against her lips, feeling his heart swell with happiness. He deepened their kiss even further, his hands roaming over her body possessively. "You make me complete, mama. You are my weakness."

“Am I?” She giggled against his lips.

Jungkook couldn't help but chuckle at her teasing tone. He nodded and nuzzled his nose against hers.

"Yes, you are. You have me wrapped around your finger, and you know it." He gave her lips another kiss.

He couldn't get enough of her, couldn't stop himself from kissing her. "Mama, you make me so happy." He whispered the words against her lips, before pulling back slightly to look at her. “You’re so pretty.”

“Thank you babe” She blushed.

"I wanna make this up to you" He leaned down to kiss her neck, making her giggle and squirm in his arms.

She let him kiss all over her neck, loving how much attention he gave her.

He moved his lips from her neck to her lips, kiss immediately turned hot in seconds.

She made out with him on their bed, giving wet sloppy kisses.

Jungkook groaned as she started to kiss him, his arms tightening around her as he returned the kiss.

He couldn't get enough of her, couldn't stop himself from deepening the kiss. "Fuck mama..."

The two hadn’t got into it in some time. He had been working and she was always occupied with something else.

Now with built up emotions, it was just the time to ease up with one another.

Jungkook pulled back slightly, looking at her with a heated gaze. "You are so fucking beautiful."

He leaned in to kiss her again, before pulling back and standing up from the bed. "Wanna have you now. Gotta show my woman some

love.”

“You’re gonna make it up to me like this?” She bit her lips

“You want it don’t you?” Jungkook smiled into the kiss, his hands reaching for her silky pajama shirt. He tugged it up over her head, revealing her lacy red bra.

"You are so fucking hot, Y/n." He whispered against her lips, before leaning in to capture her lips in a deep, passionate kiss once more.

“I know. You have a hot wife who still tries to look good for you.” She smirked against his lips.

Jungkook chuckled, his hands reaching for the clasp of her bra. "And I’m beyond grateful. She’s the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen.”

“Getting impatient baby.” She licked her lips, eyeing him.

Jungkook groaned at her words, his hands reaching for the button of his pants. "You have no idea how much I want you, mama."

He murmured, before pulling down his pants and boxers, revealing his hard cock. "I'm going to do you so good baby.”

“Better not disappoint me.” She replied jokingly.

Jungkook chuckled, leaning in to kiss her again. "I would never disappoint you and you know that.." He whispered, before guiding himself inside of her.

The couple both gasped as he slipped himself inside.

“Oh fuck” He looked down. “Missed this so much. To think I was missing this for work.”

“Fucking finally. Needed this.” She cursed, still taking him in. She was desperate for him.

Jungkook groaned at her words, thrusting deeper into her. "You feel so fucking good, mama." He growled, his hands gripping onto her hips as he moved in and out of her. “So fucking tight.”

“You could’ve been had this.” She hummed, “That’s your fault.”

"I'm sorry, mama. I know I've been working a lot lately." He whispered, kissing her neck. "But you're all I think about when I'm gone. I promise.”

“You sure? Prove it then.” She cocked her eyebrow.

Jungkook smirked, going harder into her, showing her just how much he loves and desires her.

"You think I'm not capable?" He growled in her ear before kissing her hard as he continued his thrusting. "You're the only thing on my mind."

Jungkook slammed into her, making her mouths shoot open in surprise at his new brute force.

"I'll take care of you real good." He promised, only after a few more hard slams into her. "So fucking beautiful. All mine.”

“Shit you feel good.” She whimpered, trying not to make too much noise. “Fuck that’s it.”

Jungkook smirked at her. "I know it does, mama." He whispered, his lips barely leaving her ear as he continued to thrust into her. "That's right. Take it baby.”

“So good— Missed this dick so much” She confessed.

Jungkook's eyes roll back as a moan of pure pleasure leaves his mouth. "Fuck, mama." He breathed out through clenched teeth.

"I missed this pussy, more than anything." He said, before picking up the pace, making their skin slapping louder and louder.

“My woman” He mumbled into her ear. “My wife. The mother of my kids. Rely on me more. Please.”

He continued. “Gonna fucking take years off work all for us. Gonna make more babies with you. Should I fuck another one into you tonight? Hm?”

She was beyond heated, unable to say anything but simply nod.

Jungkook chuckles as she admits what he already knows. "That’s it pretty girl" He groaned, slamming into her even harder at the revelation. "I haven't felt you like this in so long, I was fucking dying without you, Y/!.”

“You should’ve stayed home with me more— fuck.” She moaned quietly, “Only using my fingers was killing me”

Jungkook's thrust became wilder at her words, it's been so long since he heard her moan his name like this. "Fuck, mama. I will, I swear. I'll stay home with you every fucking night, no more having to do everything yourself.”

Jungkook leaned down, trailing kisses along her neck, then whispering against her lips.

She returned the energy. She made out with him roughly, taking her frustration out on him and letting it all go.

Jungkook deepened the kiss, pulling her closer and letting her release her frustrations.

His hand reached down, gripping her ass and pulling her even closer as he thrusts harder into her, grunting into her mouth. "Love it when you fuck me back, just like this."

“Can’t help it.” She fluttered his mouth with open mouthed kisses, whining.

Jungkook growls at the sound of her whine, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he gets closer to his release. "Fuck, I love it when you're like this. So fucking needy and eager for me."

“Been needing this dick for months now” She groaned into his mouth.

Jungkook smirks against her lips, his hand reaching up and gripping her throat gently. "I know, mama. I made you wait and I’ll never do that shit again. You deserve this shit every morning and every night."

“Better fucking mean that shit too.”

Jungkook chuckles, leaning down and sucking on her neck, biting down and leaving a bruise. "All to myself. I’m so lucky.”

Jungkook thrusts into her harder, losing his rhythm as he approaches his release. "Fuck, yeah, that's it. Come for me, mama. Show me how much you love my dick."

“Shit” She curses, “Fuck mm so close Jungkook.” She gripped on his hair roughly before finally reaching her high and cumming.

Jungkook groans and thrusts a few more times before he finally reaches his climax, filling her up with his hot seed, gripping her hips tightly.

"Fuck, Y/n. You got me going to make me fucking crazy with that tight pussy for years now.” He panted, trying to catch his breath.

“You look pretty with that afterglow.” Jungkook chuckles and kisses her forehead before standing up and grabbing a warm washcloth to clean her up.

“Such a gentleman.” She blushed.

"You're always so fucking cute, baby. I love it." He says, smiling warmly at her before helping her sit up and cleaning her down there.

“Thank you baby.” She caught her breath.

“Although you made it up to me right now, I really want you to spend more time with me and the babies.” She exhaled. “They’re only this age once.”

Jungkook nods, setting the washcloth aside before crawling back into bed and pulling her into his arms.

"You're right, mama. I'll make sure to spend more time with you and the babies." He says, kissing the top of her head. “I’ll be around 24/7 now baby. You never have to worry about me again.”

“Okay baby.” She pecked his lips, “I love you.”

Jungkook smiles and pecks her back before wrapping his arms around her. "I love you too, mama."

[symphonies-of-silver]

( << previously )

Hiro entered Hyper Mode!

[unladielike]

    "A debate club?" Vivian's quick to parrot. Granted, it made sense a young woman from high society would have more experience engaging in sophisticated stuff than silly word games, but did Nunnally ever manage to actually win in debates when her world view was so limited? Truth be told, it was kind of hard to imagine; still, she'll take her at her word for it, because who knows? For all she knew, Nunnally might just be a master debater and not some sheltered, rich girl who didn't read books.

    "Welp, hopefully, you didn't have to debate bigots. Honestly, I wouldn't be able to maintain my composure if I had to argue with someone over something as pointless as, say... trans rights being human rights," Vivian then adds. Of course, maybe it was because she watched way too many Jubilee videos on YouTube, but debating seemed like an exercise of patience she didn't exactly have, so she admired Nunnally for at least being able to reign in her annoyance; after all, she herself wouldn't be able to, provided her opponent was an insufferable human being.

    The moment she draws attention back to her coffee, however, Vivian then lowers her gaze back down towards her plastic cup. "Oh, you don't like it that much? Yeah, coffee here is pretty mid, that even people who aren't coffee snobs wouldn't recommend buying one. It's pretty popular with elderly folks, though, especially when you consider it's only $1.50 per cup," came her absentminded remark, and mere moments later, she'll then brandish a hand forward before pulling it back, signifying Nunnally should start things off.

    "I mean, you know what they say - 'cute ladies first'," Vivian states, unaware the more correct term was, 'ladies first'; furthermore, coming from her, she made it sound as if she herself wasn't a cute lady, yet regardless, she patiently waits for Nunnally to choose a word.

This is odd: and speaking publicly about something as personal as sanitary pads. It starts to make Nunnally uncomfortable. It’s a social norm that some things are, or rather they exist, but you don’t talk about them...? And especially not in public. Though, indeed, there are different norms for different societal circles; even Nunnally can’t deny that.

So, Vivian’s blunt explanation comes as pleasant (even if in a different situation it would be considered impolite).

“Yes, that’s me, too…” – Nunnally confirms – “I prefer a conversation, no matter how weird, than an odd silence.” – at least there is one thing they are having in common; it seems. Nunnally buttons up her elegant coat. It’s clear it has been designed to look pretty, but not necessarily to protect the owner from cold. And since the wind is stronger than Nunnally has expected leaving her apartment, it feels colder than it really is.

“Word chain?” – again: what an odd idea to sit on a bench in a park and play such a game… ? But after all it’s still a better idea than to discuss wings in a pad so Nunnally hesitantly agrees.

“But if you’re such a good player, then I won’t be a true match for you. It’s not that I have played this game too often… My closest experience would be…a debate club…” – she used to think participating in debates would be a useful exercise for her future work. Life has proved Nunnally wrong, but she is still pretty good at debating. And likes it.

Nunnally takes a sip of her warm to-go coffee: --

“Not the best selection of coffee beans.” – she points at her drink – “You might want to avoid that new stall near the main entrance.” – Nunnally suggests.

“So, who starts?”

[bad268]

Blindfold (Tadashi Hamada X Fiance! Reader)

Fandom: Big Hero 6

Requested: Day 28 of Writing Inktober prompts instead of drawing!

Warnings: none.

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 587

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~~(^PInterest)

You always hated the rain. That’s why you lived in San Fransokyo. It doesn’t rain often, but when it does, it pours. Usually, in these cases, you would find comfort in your boyfriend-then turned fiance- but you couldn’t do that tonight. Despite not really believing in superstitions, Aunt Cass did, and she made it a point to block you and Tadashi from seeing each other the night before your wedding. 

You glanced at your phone to see it’s barely past midnight when a sudden crack of thunder caused you to jump and hide under the blankets. You tried your best to get as small as possible, but on a couch, there was only so much you could do. You listened to the rumble of the clouds and the creaking of the house, and it all just made you want to hide in yourself more.

You almost screamed when you felt something on top of you, pulling the blanket off of your head to see what it was.

“What the hell are you doing?” You whisper-shouted at Tadashi as you slapped his shoulder. That’s when you noticed there was something covering his eyes. “Do you have a blindfold on?”

“Yeah,” He chuckled nervously, patting around the couch for a clear spot to sit. You moved your legs immediately and pulled him down to sit with you. Then you threw yourself across his lap as another crack of thunder scared you into his arms, hiding your face in his chest. “Hey, don’t worry about the rain. I’m here to protect you now.”

“Aunt Cass is going to kill you,” You whimpered, still on edge for more thunder to come. “You’re not supposed to see me.”

“I can’t see anything. That’s the point of the blindfold,” Tadashi chuckled, gesturing to the bandana he had wrapped over his eyes. “Plus, it’s past midnight. We’ll be Mr. and Mx. Hamada in a few hours. I don’t think there’s much she can do now.”

“You have a point,” You cracked a smile finally, and Tadash wished he could have seen it. Instead, he just felt you lean your head against his chest again and yawn. “Are you staying down here, or are you heading back to bed when the storm passes?”

“I was planning on heading back upstairs, but I’m taking you with me if I do,” He chuckled, holding you tight against him.

“I trust you, you know that, but I don’t know if I trust you to carry me up stairs blindfolded,” You chuckled with him. “And before you say it, I’m too tired to walk.”

“Then, get on my back or let me take it off,” Tadashi offered, but you didn’t need to be told twice as you lifted the bottom of the bandana to let his eyes peek out. “Hi, long time no see.”

“Hi,” you replied shyly as you blushed. No matter how long you had been with him, he never failed to make you flustered. “Can we go to bed now? We have a long day tomorrow.”

“Your wish is my command,” Tadashi joked as he stood with you in his arms and carried you into his room. He gently placed you on his bed before taking the blindfold off fully and throwing it somewhere to the side. “Get some sleep. I’ll deal with Aunt Cass if she says anything.”

“If I hear anything from you guys,” Hiro threatened from the other side of the room, causing you and Tadashi to laugh, “I’m screaming for Aunt Cass.”

~~~~~

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[wolf-shifter] Hiro

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wolf-shifter!Hiro x human!Reader Good to know: shower sex in the gym, rut

Summary: Hiro needs your help.

Hiro's phone chimes with a new notification in his pocket. He can feel the buzz of the device on his thigh through the thin fabric of his sweatpants. The sound is high-pitched and almost drowned out by the bustle of the gym. The metallic clatter and the music from the speakers mingle with the sounds of others. Quiet conversations and grunts reach his ears, but his attention is elsewhere. Each ragged breath he takes makes his chest rise and fall in a steady rhythm. He focuses on his grip, feeling the cool metal press into his palms, grounding him to the bench. He stares at the white ceiling above him. The bright lights irritate his eyes, though he is used to it by now. His muscles are taut and rigid as he holds his arms in mid-air. His fingers tighten further around the metal bar, causing the veins to bulge under his skin.

"Need help?" his friend asks above him, standing a few inches away to catch the barbell if needed. He reaches out slightly but does nothing more without Hiro's permission.

"I'm fine," Hiro replies with a deep breath. His chest expands, and he spreads his legs a little to brace himself more securely. Sweat glistens on his temple and his hair clings to his forehead in damp strands.

After three more lifts, he pushes the weights higher with a low grunt to put the weights back on the rack. His muscles strain with the effort. The tension in his arms eases, and he lets his palms fall back onto his chest with a relieved sigh.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, yeah," Hiro hums, nodding and trying to catch his breath. "Thanks."

When the man leaves to do his own thing, Hiro remains lying on the bench for a few seconds, letting the burn of his muscles gradually subside before pulling himself into a sitting position. He grabs his towel from the ground in the process, dabbing it over his face and neck to wipe away the sweat while stretching his neck to relax the tension in his body.

His gaze sweeps the room, checking to see if anyone is waiting for his spot. The gym is in full swing around him. It's loud and busy. It's no surprise that Hiro prefers coming here early in the morning when it's quieter and less crowded. However, his approaching rut makes it increasingly difficult for him to leave his home, crawling at the back of his mind.

The LED lights cast a vibrant glow across the space, gleaming on the rows of equipment. The treadmills, all new and shiny, hum steadily, their rhythmic whirring blending seamlessly with the clanking of weights being lifted and dropped nearby. The tall walls are covered with mirrors, doubling the brightness and amplifying the sense of space. People gaze intently at their own reflections, focusing on their forms and movements.

Hiro glances at his own reflection, too. He sits on the bench, hunched and breathing heavily. His shirt clings to his body like a second skin. Sweat glistens on his forehead, his hair is damp.

Fishing his phone out of his pocket, Hiro unlocks the screen to find a new message notification from Charm. Charm is a dating app designed to help humans and monsters connect with each other. Right now, it is supposed to help the wolf-shifter find a partner for his upcoming rut. So far, he hasn't had much success with it, though.

Most of his matches are either too horny or overly fixated on the idea of having sex with a wolf-shifter for a whole week. Their fetishizing is weird and concerning. On the other end of the spectrum, some matches seem to be looking for something far more than he is willing to give; dates, flowers, and constant text messages. It isn't what he's looking for right now. He isn't in search of a girlfriend; he just wants someone who can be his partner for a week, helping and having fun without being too perverted or too serious about it.

He taps on the small icon to open the message with a bit of frustration swelling in his chest. A large part of him has already given up on finding someone online. He read through countless profiles and chatted with numerous matches, but none of them met his needs. It's not like he has high expectations. Don't be a pervert, and don't imagine a family and a happily ever after a few texts. Why is it so hard? It shouldn't be.

The gym's noise fades into the background as he focuses on the screen, but whatever hope he had a moment ago vanishes quickly. The woman on the other end of the chat ghosted him once, almost two weeks ago.

His thumb hovers above the keyboard, undecided if he should write back or leave it as it is. A 'Hi' can't hurt, but to be honest, he is not in the mood to get to know her better. Or at least enough to spend a week with her. And what if she stops responding again? Wasted time and energy. With his approaching rut, he can't afford any of it.

"Hiro?" A soft voice pulls him out of his thoughts.

"Hm?" he hums, needing a second to get back to reality. "Yes?"

"Are you okay?" you ask with a gentle smile, still watching him worriedly.

"Oh," he gasps, jumping up from the bench. The wolf-shifter isn't sure how long he sat there, but it seems like it was enough time to make you concerned. "I'm fine."

"I can bring you some water if you need it," you offer, still not believing him.

"You are sweet." You really are. "But I'm fine. Thank you."

Your gaze rakes over the tall wolf-shifter once again for an entirely different reason than making sure he doesn't need your help. Your eyes linger on the width of his shoulders and the hard cords of his muscles underneath the white t-shirt he wears. The thin fabric clings to his body with sweat.

Of course, the wandering of your eyes doesn't escape Hiro's attention. A smug smirk pulls on the corner of his lips, but he tries to suppress it when you look up at his face again.

"Fine, then," you tell him. "You know where to find me if you need me."

-

With his rut around the corner, Hiro finds it more and more difficult to leave his home. The only reason he is willing to go to the gym is because his small apartment in the middle of Meriad doesn't give him enough space to drain the energy that buzzes under his skin, deep within his tense muscles. He needs something to do so he doesn't go insane, especially since his every attempt to find someone on Charm hits walls and barriers. Every suitable match lives far away from the city, or can't take time off from work. The others... well, the others are still too serious or too bizarre for his taste.

So his frustration just grows and grows with each passing failed match and chat that leads nowhere.

Of course, there is nothing wrong with going through a rut or heat without a partner, but it definitely makes it easier. The wolf-shifter wishes for something more than the solitude of his apartment and the company of his hand.

When Hiro visits the gym again late at night, he is already sweaty. A part of him wants to turn around and leave the moment he steps through the entrance, but he knows if he doesn't tire himself out, he will pace up and down in his flat all night.

The wide glass door barely falls shut, and your voice immediately reaches his ears.

"Hiro," you smile at him. Your lips glint with light pink lipstick. "It's good to see you."

"I didn't think you would be here," the wolf-shifter says, approaching the reception. Your presence is a pleasant surprise.

You shrug. "They pay double for nightshifts."

His gaze swipes over the gym behind you with silvery, gleaming equipment. The music is quiet, and he can see the matching video clip on the screen hanging from the wall at the back. The place is almost empty, with a few orcs at the weights, doing their own thing without a word.

As if you read his thoughts, you shrug again with a smile when he looks at you. "It's still early for our nightly members."

And you are right. The gym soon fills with humans and monsters who prefer doing their workout at night for whatever reason. The place gets loud with the familiar clangs and thuds of the weights with the treadmills' monotonous whirring in the background. It's busier than he thought it would but still better than the afternoon he came here a week ago. The wolf-shifter has enough space to be alone with his own thoughts and breathe the cool air of the air conditioner instead of the others' scent and sweat. With his rut so close, his senses are even sharper than usual. Hero's jaw clenches every now and again when the reflection of the lights in the mirror gets too much for his sensitive eyes.

He works for long hours, shifting from equipment to equipment until his limbs shake and his muscles burn. Sweat glistens on his skin, and his clothes cling to his body stubbornly.

"Hiro?" Your voice breaks through his concentration.

"Hm?" he exhales, looking at you while still running on the treadmill. The machine is loud, and his steps are louder.

"We are... closing soon," you tell him with a bit of guilt in your voice. "If you want to take a shower, I can wait for a while longer."

His eyes swipe over the place, surprised by the fact that only you and him are left in the gym. "Oh."

"Yeah," you nod, following his gaze over the rows of empty equipment. "You were busy all night."

And yet, after all these workouts, he still feels frustration and energy surging through his muscles, buzzing beneath his skin. His bones are aching, too.

His rut is close. Too close.

"It's better if I go, then," he stops the machine underneath him, jumping onto the ground easily. "I'm sorry if I caused you trouble."

You grin, shaking your head. "No trouble at all."

His eyes linger on the curve of your lips for a second before forcing his attention away from your face. You have pretty eyes, too. And you are always so kind and polite to everyone.

"I will be quick," he nods to the men's changing room.

"Take your time."

Turning his head left and right, stretching his neck to relax his muscles, he removes his clothes before stepping under the shower. Truth be told, being alone in the showers is much better than when the place is full of loud and sweaty males. Maybe he should do this more often, especially when you take the night shift. You are always so happy and helpful. The image of you flashes across his eyelids when he tilts his head back, letting the water wash over his face, feeling it flow through his hair and trickle down his back. You always wear tight jeans and an even tighter T-shirt with the gym's logo on it. The water cascades down his body, and each droplet follows the hard lines of his rigid muscles. His bones ache and throb, urging him to get rid of this maddening tension in his body.

The change happens quickly and silently. His body starts to tingle, punching a relieved sigh out of his expanding chest as the pleasant feeling ripples through his skin in waves. His muscles and bones grow, redefining his body entirely. His limbs lengthen, and his fingers and toes stretch into sharp claws. Soon, light gray fur covers his new body, soaked by the water still falling from the showerhead above. The transformation is natural and feels much better than working hours upon hours in the gym, fighting his urges.

Finally, his face changes into a muzzle, his ears twitch at the top of his head. His eyes glow with something new and feral, and his long, thick canines glint under the LED lights.

Hiro stands tall and powerful under the shower, his fur damp and his posture hunched so he doesn't hit his head on the ceiling. He can feel himself relax finally, his muscles losing their tension. A sense of freedom surges through him, thrill coursing in his veins.

Well, one problem is out of the way, but he can't avoid the other one much longer.

"Hiro?" The soft tilt of your voice sends shivers down his spine as you search for him at the lockers.

"I'm here," he grunts, still leaning against the wall while the stream massages his wide shoulders.

"Oh," you reply. "Well, you left your phone on the treadmill, I put it next to your bag."

"No!" He snaps, then changes his mind immediately. "I mean, thanks."

A few seconds of silence follow his words before you speak. "Are you okay in there?"

It's the middle of the night. You should be at home by now, and you are still so kind and patient.

Always so helpful.

Hiro's cock jerks at the thought.

"Ugh," he clears his throat. It sounds like a growl. "Can you come here?"

"Are you sure?" you ask back, unsure.

"Yeah," he replies. "I really need your help."

"Oh, okay."

By the time you reach the entrance of the showers, Hiro pushes himself away from the wall to face you. He can clearly see the change in your expression as your eyes fall on him. He fills the narrow stall with a heaving chest and bulging muscles. Your eyes wander down his wolf form, lingering here and there and stopping between his thick thighs. His cock is long and heavy, bobbing up and down with every breath he takes as he silently watches you, waiting for your reaction.

Your throat is tight when you break the silence. "Why do you need me?" You ask, forcing yourself to look up at his face. You can see his nose moving as he scents the air. Underneath the warm steam of the shower, he can smell you. You are sweet and light with a hint of spice he never felt before. It makes his cock throb, and he finds pride in how you gasp at the obvious twitch of his length.

"Come closer," he hums between his sharp teeth. He has to force himself to soften his voice to not frighten you. "I won't hurt you," he adds. "I promise."

The lipstick still glistens on your lips as your mouth opens to say something.

"Help me, Y/N," he continues. "I need your help, sweet girl. It hurts so much."

A smug half-smirk pulls on the corner of his large mouth when you make a few tentative steps towards him. Every fiber in him demands to grab you and have his way with your warm, pliant body. He doesn't lose his mind entirely, though. He has to be careful with you.

"Good girl," he hums with satisfaction when you get close enough so he can wrap his large hand around your arm. His claw grazes over your soft skin, making you shiver with anticipation.

"Hiro," you breathe out his name, but you are not even sure what you want to tell him. He is so close and so big. He towers over you easily, and he smells like musk and wet fur.

This close to him, the cascading water reaches you, too, soaking your clothes within a few seconds.

"I should have told you to get rid of these," he says without any regret in his voice. He tugs on the hem of your shirt before moving his hand up your upper body. His thumb rubs over one of your nipples, teasing the small bud through your t-shirt and bra. The air catches in your throat at the light feeling.

"Y/N," Hiro says your name, making you look up at him. His large canines are barely a few inches away from your face. "Always so sweet and helpful, aren't you?"

You nod, a bit confused. Of course, you are, why wouldn't you? You love your job, and it pays the bills.

Hiro smirks at your obliviousness. "Sweet girl," he says, cupping your jaw. You feel so small and delicate between his fingers. "Do you want to be a doll and help me then? Help poor Hiro out?"

Looking at the tall, powerful wolf, you have a lot of things in mind about him, but poor is not one of them. You nod anyway, and he grins.

"Good girl," he hums with approval as he leans closer to press a searing kiss against your lips. It's strange at first but not less arousing. It's more teeth and tongue than anything.

"Fuck, doll," he growls. "You taste so good." Saliva drips down his black, thin lips as he speaks. "I'm curious if you taste this good elsewhere too."

You forget how to breathe as you stare at him with shock.

The male chuckles. "Don't look at me like that, Y/N, it just makes me want to eat you more."

"Please," your plea punches out of your chest with a ragged inhale.

Hiro grins, showing you his sharp teeth in the process. "Take off your clothes, sweet girl, let me see all of you."

You have some difficulty with your clothes, they cling to your body like a second skin, but Hero does nothing to help you. He finds amusement in your struggle, making you tremble with a bit of embarrassment under his heavy gaze.

Your wet clothes land heavily on the ground, leaving you naked and vulnerable in front of him. His eyes rake over your body with hunger in his eyes while licking his chops.

"Just as I thought," he breaks the silence. "You are sweet in every way possible."

You can't help but smile at his praise. "Oh."

"Hm?" he asks. "Do you like it, sweet girl? Me praising you?"

You nod. Yeah, they definitely feel good, making your thighs rub together to give yourself some friction. Your pussy throbs with arousal ever since you first saw his cock jutting out from his body.

"Be a good girl and use your words."

"Yes."

"Good," he smirks. "Let me get your reward for always being a doll for me."

Before you can say anything, he is on his knees in front of you. He manhandles you easily, grabbing your thighs and pushing you against the wall. A high squeal escapes your lips when he lifts you up and adjusts your legs over his shoulders. Your nails scratch over the white tiles, but you can't find anything to grab onto. The only things keeping you upward are the wall behind you and the wolf breathing close to your exposed pussy.

"Hiro!" His name bursts out of you like a scream when he pushes his nuzzle against you. His nose nudges your clit, and his wide, wet tongue laps a warm path over your folds. He tastes you thoroughly, humming and grunting into your pussy. The vibration of his voice ripples through your spine, making your hips jerk and grind into his mouth.

Within a minute, you forget your position on his shoulders as your fingers rake over the soft fur at the top of his head. You pull on the roots, and the shifter growls and snarls while still feasting on your drenched pussy. He laps up your wetness, nudging your clit with every move of his large head.

The world spins around you over and over again as you hold onto the male between your legs. Every prod and lick of his tongue pushes you closer to the edge while your muscles turn to liquid, and you can do nothing but grind down on him, chasing your climax. Your moans echo off the shower walls, loud and high as Hiro eats you out. Your hesitancy is long forgotten since you can't make your brain work anymore. The only thing floating in your mind is the wolf-shifter's name and nothing else.

The air gets stuck in your lungs when Hiro's tongue finds your hole, pushing and teasing your entrance. The warm, wet muscle slips inside you easily at the same time you cry out his name again. The rough texture of his tongue rubs over your walls, reaching every spongy spot that sends you spiraling.

"Fuckfuckfuck," you pant with half-closed eyes. Your pussy flutters around his tongue, begging for more as you get closer to your high. Your muscles twitch and tense, and the burning coil bursts in your stomach with a searing sensation. It surges through your veins and turns your body limp and helpless. The sound of Hiro slurping up on your juices rings in your ears, almost drowned out by the rapid beat of your own heart.

You barely notice under the thick haze of your mind when Hiro puts you down and holds you close against his large body. Without his arms around you, you are sure you would collapse. His damp fur clings to your skin, and his musky, earthy scent fills your nostrils as you still gasp for air.

"Are you okay, doll?" he asks after a while, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. You can barely understand him because of the growl escaping his chest the whole time. It reverberates in your bones, shivering and rattling.

You hum, not knowing how to form words.

"Are you ready for more?" he asks with a hint of impatience in his voice while his clawed hands move up and down on your back, caressing your bare skin to soften his words.

You can't blame him, though. His cock is hard and heavy between his thick, hairy thighs. It leaks with pre-cum and bobs with every small movement Hiro makes.

"I still need your help, sweetheart," he continues, nudging your head softly with his muzzle. His breath is warm at the side of your face. "And you are the only one who can help me."

Straightening your posture, you lean away from him a little, just enough to look at him and nod. You are here to help him, you remind yourself.

"What do you need me to do?"

Hiro doesn't need more.

"Good girl," he grunts. "My good girl."

Before you know it, you are kneeling on the ground, ass up in the air, with the wolf behind you. The white, wet tiles are warm under your cheeks and palms, with the shower still cascading down on your pair. A helpless sound escapes your parted lips at the sudden change of position, but you do nothing against it. Your senses are too busy with the feeling of Hiro shifting closer until you can feel his fur against your bare skin and his erection on your pussy, sliding across your puffy folds. He is thick and heavy, and your body tenses for several seconds.

"Hiro-" you want to say, but the shifter just pats your hips.

"It's okay," he grunts. "Just take a deep breath, doll."

Deep breath, you think. It seems impossible.

How could you do anything when you can feel him moving behind you and soon, the blunt tip of his cock prods at your entrance.

"S-slow," you gasp with your heart beating in your throat.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he hums mindlessly, too busy groping the flesh of your ass to really pay attention to your words.

The press of the head of his cock at your entrance punches a high, mewling sound out of your chest. By the time he forces the first few inches inside you, you are breathless and delirious. Pain and pleasure throb in your lower body, but you do nothing to stop him. You don't want him to stop. Your drenched pussy stretches and tenses around his thick cock, and your legs go numb as you keep your position in front of him. He rocks in and out of you, going deeper into you every time without giving you at least a moment to get used to his size. With a slack jaw and half-closed eyes, you tremble around him while spreading your legs even more in hopes of making your job easier.

It does nothing, though.

"Fuck," the male moans behind you breathlessly, watching his thick length disappear into your wet, tight channel. You hug around his cock like a glove, milking him with every shiver of your overwhelmed body.

"Just like that," he snarls. "So good. You are helping me so much, doll."

His approaching orgasm blurs his vision every now and again, and he needs to bite onto his tongue to keep himself going for a while longer. Cumming so soon would be embarrassing for him, even though the knot at the base of his cock is already swollen.

"Really?" You pant. The hope in your voice that you are doing a good job is humiliating, but none of you care about it.

"Yes," he snarls, grabbing your hips bruisingly tight to pull you against his groin. A high, mewling sound escapes your lips, and your back arches at the sudden, invading feeling. Your tits press against the tiles, and your fingers are sore from the force you try to grip onto the smooth, hard surface.

A surprised, airy gasp wheezes out of your lips when he starts fucking into you roughly, grinding his cock deeper and deeper into your clenching hole. Every drag and press of his erection ripples through your nerves, making your muscles twitch and jerk while you try to keep yourself in position in front of the shifter. He pushes you beyond your limits with every ruthless thrust while you wail and sob, with your vision blurring at the overwhelming sensation. Every time his knot presses against your entrance, you tense and forget how to breathe, but Hiro doesn't try to force more into you, and it's probably a good decision. Even though the gym is closed, you still don't want to get tied together with him in the showers.

His orgasm almost pushes the ground out from under him, making him lean above you while still squeezing your hips in his large, paw-like hands. He empties himself inside you with a feral snarl while you sob and shake, with your own climax rocking through your body. Your blood turns to molten lava as your vision blurs while you cry like a wounded animal with his cock pulsing inside of your clenching pussy. You feel every rope of his cum, and your walls milk him for more.

"That's it," the wolf growls, grinding his hips against your ass roughly and convulsively. His spine is rigid, and his face is contorted into a threatening snarl.

For a long moment, he holds you tight with your greedy cunt squeezing his spent cock while his seed drips down between your legs and washes away into the drain under the water, still cascading down on your bodies.

When he lets you go, you spread out on the floor while Hiro leans against the wall with his cock softening between his thick, hairy thighs.

"How are you?" Your barely audible question surprises him. "Did I help?"

A light, gentle smile pulls on his lips as his head clears up a little. "Yeah, sweetheart," he replies. "You did."

"Good," you hum, already half-asleep.

"Come on," he says, scooping you up in his arms when he wins back his strength and the control over his body. "I can't let you stay here."

"Where are we going?" you ask him, resting your face on his chest. His fur is soaked under your skin.

"Home," Hero replies. "I need more of your help, doll."

"Oh, okay."

[slxxtz]

Hiromi with his darling girlfriend (Implied age gap, 'm sorry ://)

The moment Hiromi got home, you knew it was one of those nights.

You didn't even need to speak. You just lowered the volume from the TV, unfurling yourself on the couch as you gently pat at your thighs.

The moment Hiromi caught sight of that quiet invitation, he let out a quiet growl, kicking off his polished shoes by the door as he made his way towards you, his longs strides easily eating up the distance between him and your comforting presence as he fell to his knees, loosening his tie before burying his face in the plush flesh of your thighs.

“welcome back Hiro...” the soft whisper of your voice managed to pull a content grunt from the tired lawyer, who in response just nuzzled further into your skin, rough hands gently kneading the soft flesh as the tension gradually melted from his shoulders.

“..missed you sweetie...” was all you heard from the older man, followed by what sounded like a quiet whimper as he borrowed further into your thighs, seeking more of the comfort and warmth only you could provide him with.

“long day..?” was all you said, gentle fingers running through his scalp as you watched the stress of the day evaporate in thin air as he nodded against your thighs, thick forearms coming to wrap around your legs as he held onto you, almost as if scared you'd disappear if he looked away.

“jus' missed you, lovely... Missed my girl..” he grumbled out after a while, forcing himself to pull away as he got up from the carpet, his broad frame unfolding before he plopped down on the couch, immediately searching for your warmth again as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, one large hand coming to rest on your waist as I just... Breathed you in.

“took the day off tomorrow... Wanna take you out..” was all he said before falling quiet once more, pulling an amused laugh from your lips as you felt him pull you onto his lap, large arms caving you against him as they settled around your waist.

“by take me out, you mean staying home and having a lazy date, because you'll be too tired to go out tomorrow, right..?” you murmured back, gently patting his head as you suddenly felt him tense up at the sudden call out before a smile spread on his face, his lips curling up against the skin of your neck as he nodded softly.

“guilty as charged, your honour...” he mumbled out, a soft chuckle leaving his lips as he gently started tracing his thumbs over your hip bones, lightly pulling back as he gazed into your eyes.

“my sentence?” “a day of rest and lots of cuddles for the defendant...” you replied with a mock serious tone, pretty brows furrowing together in seriousness as you cupped his cheeks before breaking into a cheeky grin. “sounds like a fair punishment for the defendant..?”

“wouldn't have it any other way, your honour..”

[kamospeach]

(any pics without tags are bc i didn't know who they belonged to!)

plot: what good is a friend if they can't be your shoulder to cry on

content warning: angsty for readerrrr

content warning: face riding higuruma will be happening btw

today was not your day, you were insanely bored, your boyfriend bailed on your plans (again), and your girlfriends are all with their boyfriends. you weren't too upset with them since you had girls' night soon. so your last option was to go to higuruma's dorm and watch a movie while he did work.

"so what you're saying is i was your last choice?" he asked, leaning on the door, and you laughed, pushing past him.

"no, you were my only choice," you said, and he laughed with a small nod, sitting back at his desk as you climbed into his bed. he tossed you the remote, and you turned on the tv, eyes trained on the k-drama that sucked you in.

the silence was comforting just because you knew you weren't all alone. you also knew that if you had a random thought or needed to rant, he'd listen. it was one of your favorite things about higuruma. he wasn't overbearing, but he was there when you needed him the most.

you kept checking your phone, hoping he would text. thinking, just maybe your mind was wrong. your boyfriend didn't usually lie to you, so you weren't sure why you had a gut feeling this time. you were checking his location like crazy. it said he was at his parents' house, like he told you.

"i hope you're not stalking that so-called boyfriend of yours." you snorted at him, not acknowledging him as your boyfriend. he never considered him your boyfriend for the simple fact that he just didn't like him.

"i am," you replied matter-of-factly. "i just don't know why i have the gut feeling that he lied to me."

"well, you know what they say, trust your gut," he says, still flipping through his papers as if he didn't just fuel your suspicions.

"are you going to help me trust my gut?" you said, and a soft smile spread across his face.

"you know im a sucker for justice," he says nonchalantly calling someone. you had no idea what he was planning, but you trusted him. "kento? can you come get me and y/n? at my dorm. 10 minutes. okay, we’ll be ready.” he sat his phone down and you looked at him, jaw dropped.

“did you really just do that?” you asked, and he nodded, going back to finishing his work. “what if he sees us?”

“then he sees, now watch your show, i need to finish this homework before kento gets here.” so that’s what you did. you sat in his bed quietly watching the tv as he rushed through his homework. and just like nanami had said, 10 minutes later, he called to let higuruma know he was downstairs.

“hiro, are you sure about this?” you said, biting your nails as you walked to namami’s car. he opened the back door for you to get in.

“so sure,” he says as you got in, getting into the front seat himself. luckily for you, nanami’s backseat windows were tinted, so if you did ride past your boyfriend, he wouldn’t be able to see.

“hi nanamin!” you said excitedly, since it had been a while since you had seen him. he seemed more upset than normal, especially since the past week he looked happier.

“hi y/n,” he said monotonously like he usually is. you decided to leave it alone and not pry. once all seatbelts were on and you gave nanami the address, you were off. you sat in the back, biting your nails in anticipation.

every time the minutes ticked downwards, you got more antsy. you were looking out the window, checking to see if you could see his car. or maybe just him, but you didn’t. even when you pulled up to his parents' house, there was no car outside.

furious wasn’t even the word to describe what you were feeling. you got out of the car, stomping up the driveway to their front door. you knocked on the door respectfully yet angrily. the door opened to his mother, who looked very confused as to why you were there.

“hi, sweetheart, how can i help you?” she asked, reading the look on your face as if she wasn’t sure why you were angry. i mean, sure, you figured his mother didn’t know that her son turned out to be a lying piece of-.

“i’m sorry to bother you like this, but is mahito here?” she asked, and she frowned, shaking her head. soon after his dad appeared behind her, and when you looked at him, you saw the resemblance. you tried really hard to hold back your scowl when you saw his father.

“we haven’t seen him since he stopped by this morning,” his father informed you, digging into his pocket. he pulled out a phone, handing it to you. the confusion on your face must have been evident since his father continued to speak. “can you give this to him? he left it here by accident. it’s his second phone.”

you were surprised to hear that mahito had a second phone that you didn’t know about. this was all starting to get to you, you were getting angrier and angrier by the moment. you grabbed the phone from his father, giving him a fake smile.

“i sure will!” you say, turning around, not even bothering to say bye. you just got in nanami’s car, both of the men looking at you in confusion. “he’s not here,” you say, and nanami sighs, starting the car. higuruma was just as shocked as you were, if not more.

“but his location says he was here…” he says, trying to rationalize and figure out the situation himself.

“yeah, well, i think this ‘second phone’ of his was what i had seen,” you said, opening the app on your phone and seeing that it showed he was here with you. and it was moving along with you, but the truth was painfully obvious: he lied.

“i say call him.” nanami butted in and you looked up at him through the rearview mirror in shock. your head shook rapidly, and there was no way you could confront him. “just to see if he’d lie again!” nanami was pretty worked up now, so you felt like it was the least you could do. 

so that’s what you did. you called mahito, and on the last ring, he answered the phone. he sounded out of breath and as if he was in a rush. you didn’t want to talk to him, but you needed to see if he would lie.

“hey baby,” he said happily, and you quietly scoffed, not caring if he heard or not.

“where are you?” you asked not in the mood for the lovey dovey shit. you wanted to get down to the real stuff and know if he was playing in your face. you didn’t waste time on a hi, hello, or how are you.

“woah, what’s going on? i’m at my parents' house like i told you,” he lied again, so you laughed. but not a ‘haha’ laugh it was a ‘lie again so i can fuck you up’  laugh. you took a deep breath in and out to calm yourself from lashing out too early.

“i’m going to give you one more chance to tell the truth. where are you?” you asked again, and the line went silent for a moment before the phone beeped. you were in shock, there was no way he just hung up on you. “go to his dorm,” was all you said, and nanami nodded, driving to his dorm.

it was all pointless. you had higuruma and nanami on a wild goose chase. you went to everywhere he would usually be, places you saw his location before, and even places you’ve never been to. all for nothing, the guys chalked it up to a loss before taking you back to your place.

but lo and behold, your boyfriend was kissing a girl as he leaned against his car. presumably kissing her goodbye, but there was no stopping you when adrenaline was pumping through your veins. you jumped out of the car when it was practically still moving. good thing nanami was only going 3 miles per hour. 

you power-walk over to your now ex-boyfriend, feeling your blood boil the minute you lock eyes. he releases his grip on the girl, moving away from her. you had to remind yourself that violence isn’t the answer before you got too angry and slapped the shit out of him.

“hey, baby, what are you doing here?” he asked with a wry smile, and you looked at him in disbelief. no way he was acting like this; he must be on some type of hard drugs.

“i live here you asshole,” you said turning to look at the girl who looked confused. you didn’t care about her; she wasn’t your target, mahito was. “so not only did you lie, you cheated on me,” you say, and mahito scoffs.

“says you all your friends are guys!” he yelled, and you looked at him like he had four heads. he had to be kidding you; there was no way he was blaming his infidelity on you having male friends.

“first off, that’s not true, and second, you have a lot of friends who are girls. i’ve never said anything to you because i trusted you.” tears were running from your eyes out of anger, you couldn't believe this. you’ve been with him since you started college, and he was betraying you because he couldn’t keep it in his pants. “then you have the audacity to be out in front of my dorm kissing her.”

“look, you just weren’t cutting it,” he smirked, grabbing the girl by her waist. she pushed herself away from him, looking at him in disgust. it was taking everything in you not to slap the stitches off that man. but your hand moved faster than your brain, and your hand raised, but someone grabbed your wrist.

“maybe we shouldn’t do that, yeah?” you looked up, seeing higuruma standing over you, grabbing your hand with a small smile. you nodded, ashamed he had to see that, sparing one last glance at mahito.

“we’re done if i see you anywhere near me, i swear on-” you said as higuruma dragged you inside your dorm building. “i swear i’ll kill him, hiro,” you said, tears still pouring, and he just nodded.

“what happened to getting your anger under control?” he sighed, and you stood in your place looking at him with a childish pout.

“that was before my boyfriend cheated on me,” you said, unlocking the door to your dorm, sitting on the couch. your arms were crossed in anger, and higuruma leaned against the door looking at you. “i mean, almost 3 years wasted, all for what? all those anger management classes just for him to make me mad.” 

“well, you were telling me how you wanted to have a serious talk with him. maybe this is a good thing, you won't have to worry about him anymore,” he advised, and you nodded, agreeing with the point he was making.

“but it just sucks that i was always loyal to him. i never once cheated,” you tell higuruma, who sighs, making his way over to you to sit down. he sat next to you. he had never been cheated on, so he wasn’t exactly sure what to say. but he did know that that man didn’t deserve your loyalty at all.

“it’s not fair for you to give your loyalty to someone who never gave you none. think of this as a blessing in disguise, you got rid of the dead weight,” he said, hoping to cheer you up, and you nodded, giving him a bright smile. 

“thank you, hiro, you always know just what to say.” you thank him, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“it’s no problem, that’s what i’m here for.”

to be continued...

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[mari-the-bimbo]

Husband Higuruma

A/N: Kinda fantasising about this fine ass man so naturally I gotta write about him 🤭 Enjoy! <33

Oh the way this man adoresss you. His saving grace from the continuous painful cycle of surviving a capitalist economy.

Spoils you to no end. Of course you live in a massive comfortable house where all your makeup, hair, nails and every other luxuries is cared for. And being the humble man he is, he’ll simply shrug his shoulders and kiss you when you thank him for all the gifts.

I know everyone sees him as a easy going man but I can totally see him being a mean flirt.

“I’m so tired” he’ll say, “me too!” You reply as you straddle him, “Aw is procrastinating hard baby?” he replies as he wraps an arm around your waist, you tut in annoyance and try to move his hand away but his hand doesn’t budge, “shut up Hiro!”, “make me” he’ll quickly retorts with a chuckle when you hit his chest in retaliation.

But don’t get me wrong, he’s still a massive simp for you. This man does not play when it comes to you, he is at your every beck and call. “Hiro can you give me a back massage?” “Yes ma’am”

The second the lawyer walks through the door, his tired eyes scan the area for his pretty princess. A small smile graces his face as he watches you skip towards him in your skimpy pyjama romper.

“Come here beautiful” he says as he stretches out his arms.

He doesn’t like undressing himself it’s so much more fun when you help him. It starts with you on your tip toes loosening his tie as he kisses your neck as a thank you, which soon turns into something more as you reach for his blazer, then his shirt, then his trousers.

“Where’s your hands going angel?” He’ll ask amusedly without taking his eyes off your figure. And he knows it’s over for him when you stare up at him with big hopeful eyes as you pretend innocence “hm? Just helping you undress handsome” you lie, and he chuckles knowing he’ll give in to your trap willingly.

“Careful sweetheart, don’t start something you can’t finish” he warns but when you giggle in response and decide to hook a finger into his boxers, he’s done with self control.

And that’s how you find yourself getting railed in the bathtub. Water splashes out of the tub with every thrust from the much larger man pounding into you, his fat throbbing cock deep inside you. You whine “o-oh Hiro~” and attempt to grasp his broad shoulder for stability goes in vain, because this man is a beast when he is pussy hungry, “so fucking good” he praises in your ear, nudging your cheek with his Roman nose when you blush. The sloppy squelches from your pussy had hiromi’s eyes rolling back before both of you cum, hot ropes of his thick cum eventually leaks out of you. But that’s okay, because he’s going to make you lick it up in a sec.

So yeah.. quite an experience dating hiromi huh? ;)