#and if you'd like a different muse let me know

[cheralith]

— 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 ; alice's 1.5k followers celebration event! (and small hiatus announcement lol)

hi hello everyone! so i didn't notice until like..... literally yesterday. that i hit 1.5k followers recently and wowow that is a Big Number! and since it is a huge number, it means there's a huge amount of support from people who are following me along, enjoying my writing and whatever other brainrot i spew out—for that, i thank you all so dearly!

to give back to everyone, i'll be doing a special celebration for BLUE LOCK in dedication for hitting such a huge milestone! this event will revolve around you all sending a request made from a combination of pre-prompts i'll curate beforehand.

now the problem is i've been stuck between these two themes, which is why i'm letting you all decide which one you'd like to see and whatever has the majority vote, i'll launch! this poll will be going on from 03/03/2025 to 03/10/2025 (or one week). the actual participation for this event will launch 03/11/2025 and last until 04/01/2025 (or four weeks).

note that you do not have to be a follower to vote if you'd just like to muse around, but it is required in order to send in a prompt (as not doing so would kinda... defeat the entire purpose of the event sdfskdf). if this interests you, you are more than welcome to follow if you'd like to send in something in the future and i welcome you to my page!

without further ado, let's present the two themes! poll is at the bottom of the post.

✧ FIRST THEME ; consorts of the future. ✧

— SYNOPSIS ; the monarch of the kingdom has recently reached the matured age in which they must search for three consorts to marry and produce heirs with to carry the kingdom's legacy. the problem is... how on earth do you choose merely three men amongst the list of many?

it's rather simple... have each of the suitors designate a date with you to get to know each other better. some of them seem innocent enough, eager to get to know you and your likings better like the golden hued, energetic prince who smiles brightly at you upon arrival, but there are others that just might have a couple of tricks up their sleeve to gain the glory and power you behold... you especially think you should watch out for that second heir of the neighboring kingdom—those long lashes are hiding something.

so tread carefully, your majesty...

— CHARACTERS ; isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, chigiri hyoma, yukimiya kenyu, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, shidou ryusei, hiori yo, oliver aiku, michael kaiser, alexis ness

— WILL INCLUDE ; fluff, angst, smut, dark content, royalty themes, corruption, power imbalances, gn!reader, fem!reader, afab!reader * depending on given request.

— NOTE ; characters and their backgrounds are under construction.

✧ SECOND THEME ; once upon a time... ✧

— SYNOPSIS ; mirrors on the walls, poison apples, true love's kisses, and fairy godmothers... you've heard such time and time again in a plethora of renditions. there is a reason why fairy tales of all kinds have been repeated through generations and now... it's time for you to be a part of the story.

our dearest protagonist, we welcome to the worlds where your eyes are the ones we watch from! here, you'll be transported to different fairy tales where you star as the main character as you interact with a specialized character from their respective stories. you'll be a red riding hood in one story, trying to avoid that pesky pink-eyed wolf who smirks a little too wide at you... or perhaps belle in another, entranced by that particular, decaying blue rose in the west wing of a desolate castle.

only you'll be able to decide your happily ever after—remember, your fate is in your own hands.

— CHARACTERS ; isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, chigiri hyoma, kunigami rensuke, yukimiya kenyu, otoya eita, karasu tabito, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, shidou ryusei, oliver aiku, michael kaiser

— WILL INCLUDE ; fluff, angst, smut, dark content, reverse tropes, references to matched fairy tales, gn!reader, fem!reader, afab!reader * depending on given request.

— NOTE ; characters and their stories have been chosen.

here is a taglist if you'd like to be informed of the launch of the event!

if you have any questions regarding either or want to share your thoughts, feel free to drop by my inbox or say something in the comments!

during the week of this pregame, i'll also be on a hiatus from posting anything since it's midterms season help me, but i'll still be answering dms, comments, and messages.

*** reblogs are also very much appreciated to help spread the word for this event! ***

see you all in a week! i hope you all are excited for this as much as i am! (｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

[slvttybvys]

@speedsterandweedster liked for a Canon Muse

"I... Had a really nice time tonight," Simon said to the other as they walked together after their... was it a date? They'd never covered if this was a date or just two friends hanging out. And given Simon's habit of falling for friends and reading into things he didn't want to assume but it had felt very... date like.

[bittcrsuite]

closed starter for @tcmbcy ♡ plot: in source ! muse: josie hall. 24-26. cannabis infused bakery owner.

"all i'm saying is that we have approximately..." she checked the time on her apple watch before sliding it off she set it on the nightstand beside the glaringly small only bed in their room. "six hours before we even need to consider our sleeping arrangements." with a small huff, josie stared at herself in the full length mirror one last time before resting her eyes on her ex. "until then, i'm going to go enjoy our vacation by the pool. are you coming?"

[crowdedmidnight]

Starter call for: @jamesfactscalvin

"You have to tell me why we're committing a felony before we do it. Not that that's going to stop us, but at least I'll have all the facts," Serena deadpanned, slipping on a pair of oversized sunglasses like she was preparing for a high-stakes heist—though, knowing her, it probably involved sneaking into a concert she didn't feel like paying for. She gave her partner-in-crime a pointed look, as if to say, I'm down for the chaos, but I need a solid backstory for when we inevitably go viral.

[tempportal]

"Okay, just—just hang on a second," Five pushes himself to his feet, dusting at least a dozen Styrofoam packing peanuts off the knees of his jeans as he goes, and picks halfheartedly through the bleak carnage of his and Viktor's truly abysmal attempt to assemble a bookshelf with no directions. He quickly finds the elusive instructional pamphlet, and hauls it out of the wreckage with a firm tug, flipping it open and scanning through the rows on rows of tiny black text... only to let out a quiet yet incredibly vehement sigh of, "Motherfucker."

IKEA Furniture, he decides, with an entirely appropriate amount of murderous rage, is going to have to answer for their sins.

Nonetheless, no one has ever achieved their ambitions in life without a fair bit of elbow grease, so he resigns himself to his fate, and returns to his spot on the carpet beside Viktor, with the all-too-short and all-too-vague pamphlet still clutched in his fist. "All right, so, it turns out that the T-peg is supposed to go into the H-slot after all. Great news for us, because I'm pretty sure we physically couldn't pry the T-peg back out at this point." He picks the aforementioned T-peg / H-slot piece out of the pile, and sets it carefully to the side — the only success in a heap of otherwise pathetic efforts. "Did you find the fourth C-bracket yet, by the way? We're still one short."

@0dd1t1es / liked

[someotherdog]

@waywordhearts / vikram & your choice of muse! (f/nb, 28+) / based off of this post, bullet point three, but vikram was just a patron instead of an employee / made in beta.

okay, so maybe he kept up with her more than he'd like to admit. vikram may have periodically looked up her up on instagram or facebook, scrolled through her feed with a joint in the other hand, and frequently thought her fiancé looked like a tool. maybe, sometimes, vikram would ask old college friends what his ex was up to, if maybe she asked around about him. it could've been possible. maybe, if he was at a bar at around midnight on a random thursday, he would've recognized his ex's current partner with their hand on someone else's ass.

it had been an innocent thing to start out with. in no way did vikram intend on spying, or even running into the fiancé in question, at that bar on a random thursday night. once he did see them, however... at first it was a questioning look, all 'hey, isn't that...?' and 'shit, i think that's...', but it quickly devolved into creepy staring. the way the affair partners were rubbing against each other and kissing as if there was buried treasure in their throats, his friends began to give vikram weird looks when they noticed that his attention had been stolen from them.

'you really that hard up, man?' gideon asked. vikram rolled his eyes, then explained what exactly he was looking at. his friend just laughed. 'maybe you should take a pic and send it to her. maybe you'll have a shot at getting her back.'

vikram had grimaced, as if that thought hadn't already occurred to him. he knew, even if her fiancé was betraying her, she'd never want to hear from him again. not after he had betrayed her, all those years ago. he wanted to be able to blame on it being young and stupid, but the truth was that he was old and stupid now, too. he had cheated on her because he was easily distracted. because he was high at a party. because he had been horny. because, ultimately, vikram wasn't a good person. and that he was stupid.

old and stupid.

he had enough of the show. excusing himself from his friends, he slipped outside and dug his phone out of his pocket. bringing up his phone contacts, he scrolled until he found her name. vikram had hoped she didn't still have his number blocked, then pressed the call button:

"uhhh. oh. hi. maybe you don't remember me? it's me, vikram, from college. anyway, i was at mcswishey's on center street and i'm pretty sure i saw your fiancé making out with someone who was obviously not you. um, i took a photo. i could send it to you, if you wanted. so, i mean i don't know. i guess i just wanted you to know? so... i'm sorry."

[springbreezc]

♡ — for @angclnumber​​ | continued from here

panicked eyes scan her form, verifying what ruth was saying in her claims that she was physically unharmed. the emotional damage was a different story, and guilt clogged mick’s throat. his hands hovered over her shoulders as she cried, unsure of what to do with himself and if his touch would be welcomed. “it’s not stupid,” he vehemently disagreed, his voice arguably too harsh considering the fragility of the moment. “it was a scary situation, and you never should have been involved in it. this is on me, not you. i’m the one who should be saying that i am sorry.” the words come out in a rush, finally giving in the temptation to rest his hands on her shoulders so that he can rub them in what he hoped were comforting motions. he was used to that kind of scene: people pulling out their guns when a deal couldn’t be struck, creating chaos throughout the otherwise peaceful club. “i was the one that suggested we go there.”

[originalyloved]

|| welcome starter → @ofinfinitedreams ||

milo often found himself going to the bar that was furthest away from where he worked as a detective. it wasn't that he was necessarily hiding, he just really didn't want to run into anyone he knew from work. not only did he carry the stress and issues of work on his shoulders, he also carried the weight of being the cause of his father's death, and trying to keep his father's mafia business alive. sitting at the bar alone, milo pinched the bridge of his nose, a soft grumble mixed with a sigh leaving the stressed detective's lips. he was slowly nursing his second glass of whiskey, knowing it wasn't going to be his last. as he felt someone sit by him, he did his best not to show any sort of annoyance. he wasn't really a social person, especially coming off of work, but he always managed to keep himself in check. glancing at the unfamiliar face next to him, he gave a small nod. something followed that he wasn't used to, he found himself talking to the stranger. "how the hell can you drink that?" the brunette male said with a slight smirk or a smile, which really could be interpreted as either, gesturing towards the person's drink.

[first-frost-fallen-snow]

/* For Raye XD */

Memories of Sorrow

《 I must admit, Raye has the least interesting backstory of all of my characters lmaoo so here's his breakup with Naomi. This got long, so I'm putting a cut 》

Raye didn't know how it happened. One minute he was relaxing at home, handing Ed a cup of tea, the next he was thrust into the worst night of his life. He wasn't sure what caused this - he didn't even realize his hand had brushed Ed's when passing the cup. Yet here he was, standing dully in his apartment.

He'd just come home from following that Yagami kid. Something was off, Naomi was turned towards the window, her back to him.

"I'm home-!" he called from the front door, announcing his presence to her while trying to subtly prompt her to greet him. She didn't react at all. Usually, she'd at least get some tea for him, sometimes she'd make dinner if he was out late enough. But today there was nothing.

"Hey, what's-... what's wrong..?" Raye set his things down, coming to her side and taking her hand.

"Raye-.." she started, but shut her mouth and sighed. Her eyes met his as she slowly pulled her hand away.

"I love you, you know that, right?"

Raye knit his brows together, momentarily glancing out the window as if to check for something that had been bothering her.

"I know that, and I love you, too." He murmured, once again taking her hand. His grasp was gentle and loose, in case she pulled away again.

"Naomi, what's going on..?"

Naomi remained silent as she turned towards the window again, her expression mournful, as if she'd lost someone dear to her. Were her parents ill? Something was wrong here, but Raye couldn't understand what.

The next words out of her mouth hit him harder than anything he'd ever heard.

She shifted away from him, unable to look him in the eye, as she said, "I think we should call off the wedding."

"What? No-!" Raye couldn't stop his quick reaction, part of him wished he would've just stood there in silence and taken it. He looked pathetic.

"Naomi, what are you talking about? We're happy here, I moved here to meet your parents for their blessing I-... you- we planned to have kids, remember? You can't just throw that all away-.." he was desperate. Looking back, it wasn't his proudest moment.

"I know, Raye." Her tone was cold, freezing Raye where he stood.

"But that was before all of this. The Kira case it-.. I can't just sit by while you risk your life for this, and I can't do anything about it because I stopped taking cases so we could have a family."

"We can talk about this.." he pleaded, reaching out to her.

"I tried talking to you about it, but you didn't listen." She finally turned to him, only to step away from him.

"I was- I'm sorry, I thought- I was trying to help ease your mind!" He gestured with his hands as he spoke, but never raised them above waist level. He didn't want her to think he'd hit her, he knew what kind of men she dated before.

"Please, we can talk about this-.."

"Raye, I'm not going to be happy being your wife. As much as I love you, I can't do this anymore." She was the one to take Raye's hands this time, giving them a gentle squeeze. She still couldn't look him in the eye. He was partially glad she didn't. There were few times Raye had ever cried in his life, this was the only time he was utterly inconsolable. His hands wouldn't stop shaking.

"Please..." was all he could muster. With slow and gentle movements, Naomi cupped Raye's cheek. Closing her eyes, she planted a soft kiss on his lips as her thumb wiped his tears away.

Once the kiss was broken, she was gone. She left without another word. All Raye could do was stand where she'd left him, clasping the engagement ring she handed back to him as he wept. He crumpled down like a coat, bringing his knees to his chest and his hands into his hair.

[rpvmsx]

@elisethetraveller liked for a short starter

Somehow, Johnthaniel didn't recognize this part of the void. If that is, in fact, still where he is. You'd think after a few thousand years, he would have seen it all, but alas, not this.

The presence of another, seemingly living, thing only startled him further.

"...You're a ghost, or something. Aren't you?"

[forestofforever]

❝ Is there nothing I can do? ❞ (/ for whichever muse fits best ^^)

"No."

Sylvester can barely squeeze out the word between his ragged gasps. Panic has once again forced him to his knees. Black spots are dotting his vision and it feels like his lungs can't get enough air, like he's drowning while on land.

It's not entirely unusual. The panic attacks are just common enough that he's no longer surprised by them, but that hasn't made it any easier to deal with them. He can't imagine a way that this stranger could help, though oddly enough, just listening to her ask the question and looking up to see if he recognizes her face at all seems to take the edge off. It's such a mundane thing, yet still unusual enough for his mind to snap out of all consuming panic he'd felt just moments ago.

"...I guess...I guess you kind of are helping though..."

He smiles weakly as he slowly forces himself to get up from the ground, as unsteady as his legs might be. He's unsure if he should thank her for stopping, for being concerned, for trying to help...or if he should apologize for the inconvenience he's caused her. He ends up doing both.

"Thanks. Sorry."

[analyticaldespair]

@metalmuseemporium liked for a starter

Junko stared at the white haired red wearing woman standing in front of her, brow raised in the only sign of surprise made evident physically. "Okay, gonna admit, seeing a literal devil was not on my bingo list of things to happen today." She mused, taking in every detail of the other. Horns seemed genuine and her crimson eyes had a supernatural gleam to them, honestly she could picture Gundham and Sonia being absolutely off the wall in this scenario. After a moment however her surprise gave way to a grin spreading across her lips.

"So are you like one of the biblical devils or something else? And what would you be needing from me?" She questioned, tilting her head, her mind working to piece together whether the other was a potential ally, enemy, or a mere observer.

[ddejavvu]

mean!logan noticing you’re obsessed with his biceps so he makes you use them to get off one day >:)))

Greed - Logan Howlett x Reader

send me mean!logan requests!

contents/warnings: mean!logan, degradation, arm/bicep fucking, strength/power imbalance, don't like don't read

thank you to @hanasnx for helping me workshop some possible positions, even if mine differs slightly from indy's 2 examples i had to consult the arm kink professional for guidance

"'Wish you'd speak up for yourself," Logan grunts one day, voice free of criticism but scrutinizing all the same, "Would be a hell of a lot easier to get you off."

"What?" You blink bewilderedly at him, watching as he slings a wife beater over his head, the white fabric barely stretching to cover his broad chest.

"Every time I flex my arms in front of you, you get all crazy. You never say it," Logan stands at the foot of the bed, watching as you squirm, "But I always smell it."

"Your arms are nice." You supply weakly, throat suddenly dry and hollow, "I like them."

"I know." Logan laughs, a huff that's not mean but might as well be for the way it mortifies you, "Like I said, I can tell. But you never say anything, honey. Why's that?"

You detest the way his attention is fixated solely on you. It makes you writhe in your seat, it makes an ache throb between your legs while your brain desperately grasps at straws to figure out what to say.

"I dunno," Is the brilliant response you land on, and his chest rocks with a silent scoff.

"I know why," He prods, crossing his arms. The arms that you can't stop thinking about. "You think talking about what you like is dirty, and you think you're oh-so-pure. But I can smell you- you smell filthy. You're no saint. I've had you choking on my cock before, you're not fooling me. So what do you want?"

Your eyes fall to his arms without any thought behind the motion. He notices, of course, because he's studying you for any miniscule reaction.

"That's not enough." Logan growls, frustration tinging his gruff voice, and you're sure he's smelling the growing arousal between your thighs, "I said tell me."

"I- I want..." You falter, the words on the tip of your tongue but more raunchy than you'd ever be brave enough to voice.

"If you can't ask for it, you're not getting it." Logan decides, the muscles in his biceps flexing as he tightens the way they're crossed against his chest.

You consider abandoning ship. Seceding into silence, and letting Logan down as well as yourself. Taking the safe route.

But you're throbbing. You're aching, Logan's scrutiny combined with the look of his flexed arms is sending you into overdrive, and there's a steady heartbeat between your thighs that's begging for attention. It works the same way booze does, emboldening you, and you blurt out with courage never-before-seen, "I want to ride your arms."

He looks half impressed that you'd said anything at all, and half stunned that you'd said that much, that plainly.

His brows raise, bushy and angled to create a perfect arch.

"Wow. Pretty nasty stuff." He muses, faux-considerate as if he hadn't demanded a voice from you. Still, he doesn't move- so why had he asked?

You shift gently in your seat, but his eyes track your every move like a hunter.

"Well," He lingers in place, arms still crossed, the perfect eye-candy for you, "You gonna say please, or what?"

"Please," You blurt with burning cheeks, and he snickers at your eagerness.

"See? You're not so sweet." He advances, arms coming uncrossed to brace his weight on the bed, meaning thick cords of muscle strain against the confines of his skin, showcased as he crawls towards you, "You couldn't even remember to say please, just demanded to get off on me like I'm some toy."

"Logan, that's not-"

"Inconsiderate." He decides, eyes on your body instead of your face as he scans over your thinly-clad chest, "You're only in it for the sex, aren't you, you little minx?"

"Stop." You plead, feeling as dirty as his words imply. You're not- Logan is the love of your life, but you won't pretend you hate sex with him. But he's making you feel so dirty, like a fiend who wants nothing but his dick.

His hand trails between your thighs but it's different this time, and his fingers toy with your clit only as a prerequisite. You let him open you up, you let his fingers ease your muscles looser as his mouth eases your own loose. His tongue dips inside and licks you into submission, your brain activity lowering the more he kisses you. He soon snakes his arm between your legs, offering you up your real prize: the thick, muscular width of his bicep.

It's an awkward angle, you won't lie. But squeezing your thighs around his arm presses delicious friction against your clit, and the rocking of your hips is an instinct more than it is a thought-out motion.

Logan rests on his stomach on the bed, his arm stretched out in front of him to provide your seat. It means he has to crane upwards to see you, and you thank his supernatural strength for the way that he doesn't break a sweat as you rub yourself wantonly on his arm. His face is not exactly at your own level, which means you can't kiss him silly like you want to. But craning his neck upwards means that his face lands between your tits, and you feel the rough burn of his scruff against your skin as he nestles into your warm skin.

Logan is, perhaps, the ideal individual to suit your cravings for arm muscles. Not only does he have the perfect build, but his increased strength means that he's able to bare his bicep for you to get off on, even lifting it off of the bed to offer you increased friction. Perhaps a normal man would tire in seconds, but Logan- Logan could hold on longer than you.

Grinding against the plentiful mass of muscle in his bicep means that you're rutting up against him, and you have to spread your legs as far apart as possible to ensure that your cunt is met with the already-slickened surface of Logan's bare arm. You're making a mess despite still being in your pajamas, because the shorts you'd been sleeping in offer very little fabric to defend Logan's skin from your copious arousal.

Logan nips at a spot on your left breast, humming gruffly into your chest as you gasp slightly at the intrusion. It breaks your concentration and you have to grip harder at the sheets to fall back into your laborious rhythm.

"Not easy, hm? You've gotta work for it," Logan grunts, mouth moving against your chest as he takes a nipple into his mouth, "Nasty girl, 's a real workout to fuck this dirty, isn't it?"

"Logan, I- I'm not dirty," You whimper, tears beading in your eyes at his gruff accusations, "I'm not."

His laugh is more of a bark than anything, and he ducks his head away from your chest to point with his chin at the mess you're making on his arm.

"That's not dirty? You're dripping- you're making a real mess'a my arm, sweetheart. Dirty little cunt's drooling all over me."

The image of your slick coating Logan's arm, glistening against his muscles throws your pleasure into overdrive. Your orgasm rapidly approaches, the memory of his fingers inside of you only minutes before making up completely for the lack of penetration you get from his bicep. You squeeze your thighs even tighter around Logan's arm, pinning it to your cunt with an almost painful force as you hump against it desperately.

"You're fucking filthy." Logan hisses against your tits, taking one in between his teeth and biting, hard, "Humping my arm like a damn dog. Feel good, honey? Feel how strong I am?"

He flexes harder, tenses his muscles just that much more, and you feel them stiffen impossibly harder beneath your pussy. It's that and the way he mouths at your tits, growling such indecent accusations into their flushed warmth that sends you over the edge, a feeble cry escaping your lips as your hips begin trembling, twitching as you grind against his arm impossibly faster to fulfil your orgasm.

You're sure the bedsheets have suffered your release as much as Logan's arm has, but he's never seriously chided you for making a mess, and you're sure he won't this time. He groans himself as you ride through your orgasm on his arm and you realize only now as you come down from your high that he's been rutting against the mattress, cock still trapped in the confines of his sweatpants. If he hasn't managed to get off on the mattress you'll help him now, granting him access to all the slick warmth that his arm provided.

Now the pressure of his bicep is overstimulating as it presses constantly against your cunt and you ease off of it, giving Logan a prime view of your ruined, sensitive cunt as you whine at the sensitivity.

"Impressive," He hums, "Never thought I'd have you rubbing all over my arm like that."

"It's really strong. You're- you're really strong, Logan, it's nice."

"Yeah?" He grins, more of a smirk perhaps, as something sharp invades his eyes, "All that muscle gets you going? Knowing I'm stronger than you?"

"You are," Your breath shudders as you let it out, and he pushes up on his arms, one still covered in your slick release. He seems suddenly intent on showcasing that strength difference, muscles bulging as he crawls across the mattress to slot himself on top of your fucked-out form.

"I am." He agrees, mouth pressing hungrily to yours as the same arm you'd just got off on curls around your back and cements you to him, his hips already rutting against your own, "Wanna find out how much stronger I am?"

"Yes. Logan, yes, I-" He seizes your mouth in another kiss, cutting off your desperate pleas.

"Fucking try to move." He grunts, almost a growl with how guttural and gruff it sounds against the hollow of your parted lips as his other hand holds your hip firmly, almost crushingly in place, "I'll pin you down 'n hold you still, greedy girl."

[crowdedmidnight]

Closed Starter for @bewitchingbaker​

Muse: Bethany Evans [Sofia Carson, 22–29 yrs old || Witch}

Plot:  Bethany is on the run from her Witch Hunter Boyfriend, and seeks solace in Chris. She asked him to do a spell on her to forget the witch hunter.

“Chrrrrrissssss!” Beth whines loudly, pouting as she moves from the dinner table to his lap on the couch. Her arms snake around his neck, as she readjusts herself in his lap. “I think the spell is working too good.” Beth knew it was risky asking him to do the spell, but she couldn’t sleep with her mind always coming back to him. It made her start to see things that weren’t there and cause her spells to go wacky when she’d try and cast. She buries her face in his neck. “Hmmm... you actually smell really good. What are you wearing? Calvin Cline?”

[suguboos]

BEHIND CLOSED DOORS

when your husband’s secretary acts just a little too friendly around him.

FEATURING: office worker! nanami kento x wife! reader

CONTENTS: 18+ content, mdni. semi-public sex, exhibitionism, cunnilingus, fingering, use of pet names (sweetheart & my love)

WORD COUNT: 1k+

AUTHOR’S NOTE: so ik nanami might b too professional for this but 🤫🤫

"you need an appointment to see mr. nanami."

the receptionist spoke in a bored tone, barely looking up from her computer to give you a once-over. all the while she rolled her eyes and obnoxiously smacked her gum, like you were the one wasting her time.

but before you even had the chance to answer, the office door creaked open. "and i thought i mentioned that she could come in without needing one," nanami spoke up, appearing beside her desk.

the receptionist straightened up and busied herself with 'stacking' a couple papers on her desk. fluttering her lashes when she did look up at him, leaning forward just the slightest bit. "sorry, sir. you've just been soo busy and you did mention you didn't want anyone to bother you."

you honestly couldn't blame her, though. not when your husband had walked out of his office without his suit jacket on—the sleeves of his blue button down pushed up and showing off his watch. and well, the most important thing, his wedding ring. which she was blatantly trying to disregard.

"i'm aware. but you should know that doesn't apply to my wife, she's welcome to enter whenever she pleases," you could practically see her jaw clench as soon as he called you his wife, "please don't have me repeat myself. again."

"yes, sir. it won't happen again."

what she'd promised last time.

you stepped foot into the office, ceiling to floor windows decorating the space behind his desk. your heels clacked against the pristine floors, walking over to one of the wooden chairs.

"i brought you some lunch. saw that you forgot your bento at home and i wasn't sure if you brought any money to buy lunch," you spoke up, giving him a soft smile as you offered him the bento.

"thank you," he took the bento from you, setting aside, "but i think i'd like to have something different for lunch," kento cleared the space in front of him, patting on the wooden desk. a silent invitation. the skirt you had on rose up when you took a seat. the perfect offering if you'd ask nanami.

calloused hands ran down your legs, gently spreading them open. taking his time despite the thirty minute time constraint. "i'm sorry about her, by the way," nanami spoke up in a whisper, his lips pressing against your calf. "i don't know how much more obvious i need to be about being happily married."

his lips were reverent as he kissed up your leg, one of his hands holding the other in place. "like i'd ever want anyone but you, my love," he murmured, more so to himself, gently nibbling on your inner thigh. where only he'd be able to see them after. your legs spread apart almost instinctively, giving nanami the perfect view of the lace panties he adored so much.

and as much as he loved seeing you in them, the sight of you without them was much better. kento hooked one finger around the waistband, slowly removing them. sliding them inch by inch down your legs. "you didn't think we should hurry up, mr. nanami?" you questioned teasingly, pushing his hair back to take a look at his face.

"and why would we do that, mrs. nanami? i want to enjoy our time here," he pulled the underwear off, letting it fall to the floor. "well, you know you're sooo busy," you drawled, twirling a hair strand in between your fingers. he let out a small scoff, gently nipping at your leg in retaliation.

"never busy enough for you, you know that," nanami's voice came out muffled, licking a stripe up your cunt. he swirled his tongue around your clit before moving down, running the tip of his tongue down your folds. "never?" you mused, looking down at nanami. he wasn't paying that much attention to you anymore—rather, just your pussy.

"never," he muttered offhandedly, pushing a finger inside of you. your heels dug into his shoulder blades, your back arched when kento curled his fingers to hit your g-spot. and while it'd hurt at first—it was a pain that nanami was more than welcome to receive if it meant getting to lose himself in you.

your nails—paid for by yours truly—tugged on his hair, pulling him closer to your dripping cunt. kento clicked his tongue, looking up at you, "come on, use your words. tell me what you want and i'll give it to you."

"more, please," you responded almost immediately, your grip on his hair loosening up. just a bit. he replaced his tongue with two fingers, slowly getting past that initial resistance before pushing them in and out of you.

even with his glasses fogging up with every heavy breath that he took and your slick covering his mouth and chin, nanami continued to push his fingers inside of you. coaxing out all the pretty little noises you were making. "you can be a little louder, no? just a little bit, sweetheart," nanami curled his fingers, drawing out a whine from your lips.

you dripped onto his digits with each thrust, the golden wedding band on his finger glistening against the office lights. "k-ken, don't stop," your nails dug deeper into his hair, messing up the time he took fixing it this morning. you weren't even sure what was louder anymore—the squelching in between your legs or your moans.

your thighs clamped tightly around his head, holding him in place. "open them, darling. you can take it, you even asked me for more," kento felt the way your legs trembled—the way you were almost hesitant to open your legs again. you were close. "too much, too much," your moan had come out louder this time—loud enough to bleed through the walls.

not that it mattered.

you felt that familiar pressure build up in your lower tummy, your legs threatening to close again all the while your toes curled against the leather heels. too much, you'd said, and you still found yourself needing even more. "cum for me sweetheart, you can take it. take what's yours," his words served as a final push, your orgasm washing over you like a wave.

nanami pulled his dripping fingers out from your cunt and pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, wiping them off. effortlessly, he wiped away the spit and slick dribbling down his chin before carelessly tossing the handkerchief to the side. like it was nothing more than just a bother.

your chest heaved as you leaned back against the desk, watching your husband stand up from his spot. a wet patch adorned the front of his khaki pants, his cock practically twitching against the confines of his boxers. "i think i'll just skip ahead to the main course."

needless to say, you didn't have any more trouble coming into nanami's office after that <3

[lohotine]

``Won't you kiss me again?``

Multiple x reader

Affogato, Pure Vanilla, Shadow Milk

Your first kiss with them (Ver. 1)

⚠ Proofread (but badly)

`《♡》` Affogato ------

Your first kiss with him is nearly suffocating, and his once calculating and sly nature has all but vanished.

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Affogato is always so deceptive; in a way that makes it hard to figure out his true emotions.

Yet now, when he fails to meet your gaze and a deep blush engulfs his face, you know exactly how he feels.

It's unlike him to let his mask fall, though not unwelcomed. He is finally acting vulnerable infront of someone, though he isn't sure if it's willingly or not.

Earlier, you two were talking as per usual. He'd make some sugary remarks here and there. It was all very ordinary.

"Oh my, are those new garments of yours made from satin? What a fine choice~!" He smiled; deceptively sweet. "I do think the color suits you quite nicely."

Your gaze softened, and you'd inch closer to him.

"When you say things like that, it makes me want to fall in love with you. "

His eyes widened slightly, and his snide front seemed to falter. "I beg your pardon-?"

And that lead to your current predicament; with him blushing profoundly and struggling to meet your gaze.

"Ahaha, surely you jest my liege! You really shouldn't make jokes like that- it's not-"

"Affogato." You'd cup the side of his face and brought his gaze to you, snapping him out of his panicked rambling.

He seemed so nervous. It was... new to say the least.

You smiled softly at him. "Can I kiss you..?"

His breath hitched in that moment. "Well... yes."

You brought his lips to yours before pulling away soon after.

He averted his gaze from you. "How embarrassing. I should have been the one to make the first move..."

Was he sulking?

How cute...

`《♡》` Pure Vanilla

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Your first kiss with him is romantic and enough to make anyone swoon, since he is ever the gentleman...

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Pure Vanilla had invited you out to the garden, as he does routinely every weekend. Most of the time, you two merely catch up; and this time seemed no different.

But it was different.

In fact, even Pure Vanilla himself had been acting strangely this week.

Gifting items more often, finding excuses to talk with you, and even seeming to gaze absent mindedly when he thought you weren't looking.

You wondered what it was all about.

"So, how has your week been?" Pure Vanilla asked while fondling with some flowers.

You were sat on a bench nearby. Gradually, you began reciting some things about your week. Once you had finished, Pure Vanilla sat down on the bench next to you.

"That all sounds very lovely.." he noted, though his mind was seemingly elsewhere.

You hadn't noticed it when it happened, but in an instant, he had placed a flower in your hair, fingers gently running along your jaw.

"You look so beautiful..." he said, though he was musing to himself more than you. "Have I told you that before?"

You shook your head. "I don't believe so.."

He smiled softly. "Then I should say it more often."

Your cheeks began to flare, and Pure Vanilla sweetly tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

"May I have this kiss?" He questioned.

You nodded, and after what felt like ages, he had closed to gap.

His lips were soft against yours, and you had only just now realized just how much you fantasied about this moment.

About how it would feel to kiss someone.

About how it would feel to kiss him.

`《♡》` Shadow Milk

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Your first kiss with him is so quick that you almost don't realize that it even happens!

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"Wait... so you mean you've never had your first kiss?" Shadow Milk can hardly contain his laughter.

"Well yeah... what of it?" You cross your arms and shoot him a glare, as if to send some kind of warning.

Clearly he doesn't pick up on the signal.

"I shouldn't have expected any less! Why on Earth did I think you had it in you to pull?" He wipes away a fake tear.

"You're saying that as if you've ever kissed someone!"

He laughs once again.

"Of course I have. I've kissed so many people. My charm is just too irresistible!"

You furrow your brows. "Liar..."

He gasps and places a hand over his heart, acting as if he were offended. "Me? A liar? No way! Have I ever lied to you?"

...

You attempt to hold in your disappointment.

Key word: attempt.

"Oh. My. Goodness. You're honestly so obnoxious. How do people even deal with you? It's just-" you behind rambling on about how much you hate him and how if you could, you'd rid him of his ability to speak.

Shadow Milk seems to entertain it for the first minute or so before getting bored and shushing you.

"Gosh you talk a lot. Can you shut up for one second?"

You scoff. "Make me."

He smiles, seemingly accepting the challenge.

In an instant, your chin is between his fingers as he puls you in for a kiss.

It's over as soon as it began.

Your face flushes instantly and you're at a loss for words.

If it weren't for Shadow Milk's laughter, you would have thought it never happened.

"You should have seen the look on your face!"

He laughs for a little while longer before calming down.

"Well I'll let you process this, doll. See you later!" He dashes put of the door before you can stop him.

You can't look him in the eye for the next week or so.