#bun imagines

[bunny-witch-bitch]

Shy Nerds

Oh to lead a boy inside the house only for him to stutter that he's never done such a thing before.

To walk him through it slowly. Gentle, soft kisses while he's bright red. Face flushed and babbling about how good it feels. You nip at his neck just below his ear and oh.

it's never felt like that before. Nothing has, you've introduced so many new concepts to him.

To slowly take both his and your clothes off, only to reveal something much, much bigger than you expected. For him to do everything in his power not to cum too early while you palm the tip.

Even though he really really wants to he can't help it, cumming no more than two minutes later all over your hand. And as he catches his breath he can't help but notice it looks just as it did when you started.

Hot.

Heavy.

Hard.

Him whining while he ruts into your hand, begging for more over and over. He can't help but be so distracted he doesn't notice he's crying from overstimulation. By the time you're done he's passed out, subconciously snuggling you closer.

Shy nerds are soooo cute <3

[megalomaniacz]

ellie hitting it from the back and you're just completely in subspace, taking everything's she's giving you completely blissed out and brainless:))

nsfw! — ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

omg the way she’d be fucking you so good you’d only be able to see stars. you’ll actually be drooling and brain dead like a cock drunk dummy lmao. her hand on the back of your neck keeping you steady while she hits your weak spot over and over and over again. you’ve forgotten what it’s like to not have her stuffing your walls. other hand gripping the plump flesh of your ass so hard you’re sure that it’ll leave a bruise. the kind you look at in the mirror that sends memories rushing to your stomach.

speaking of stomachs, she’s fucking you so deep you’re positive she’s blending your guts. turning you into a pleasure smoothie. and you feel like fucking jello because it’s all too much. you’re so gone you can’t even hear her talking to you. “you’re taking me so well. you can barely respond. fuck, can you hear that? you’re so fucking wet for me.”

and then she slows down. slow, hard thrusts. one after the next making you grip the sheets and stuff your face into the mattress. all while’s she’s got the stupidest smirk on her face. (probably thinking about how next time she’s gonna fuck you in front of a mirror and make you watch yourself become her cock slut.)

[angelkiyo]

complacer • k. sakusa

during a boys' trip to mexico, sakusa finds himself involved in a bet to get laid while at a nightclub with his teammates after going through a messy breakup. so what happens when he accidentally runs into his friend with benefits from back in college?

tags - wc: 2.4k, drabble + nsfw/unedited, overstim if you squint, draft from august 2024, + ive also never tried writing smt like this sooo…

sakusa kiyoomi felt like he was suffocating, being squished in the corner of the nightclub with his drink while babysitting his three other teammates who were planning on who to hit on next. it was currently the off season and the four msby players decided to take a vacation to mexico to relax and have fun (it was all bokuto and atsumu after seeing some tiktok vlogs about a vacation to mexico). though sakusa should have known better, as his definition of fun was different than his teammates’.

“yer so borin’, omi.” atsumu had his hands on his face while he slurred, “single now, have some fun! i didn’t like that fucken bitch anyway.�� atsumu took a heavy swig of his drink while lazily mumbling some shit about his ex.

“get yerself laid. there’s so many hot people here so take yer pick. i'm sure you'll find somebody."

sakusa just frowned at his teammate in response while serving himself and taking another shot of tequila. that’s right, he was single. he had recently broken up with his significant other two weeks before his trip as he found them cheating on him. so to cope, he just practiced and practiced. he honestly thought he took it well.

in the rare occasions that he is in a relationship, they usually last at max 3 months. it’s either “you don’t pay attention to me” or “does volleyball matter more than me?”. relationships after college felt of convenience, to feel something. sakusa felt himself lost in thought until he felt a cold splash on his chest and bokuto apologizing repeatedly.

the entire nightclub was hot and humid and it was summer in mexico so sakusa felt utterly stupid at the fact that he wore a long sleeve grey button down with a white undershirt. he felt disgusted at the fact that there was some sugary cocktail on his shirt and left to the bathroom to clean off before he could blow up at bokuto.

he rushed to the bathroom, cleaning the drink off his shirt and took off his button down, leaving sakusa in his undershirt for now. the constant bass of the reggaeton playing in the night club along with the heavy smell of weed and alcohol had sakusa feel hazy, his head feeling heavy on top of his neck. he decided on ditching his friends as he could always apologize tomorrow, he was sure they'll forgive him if he treated to breakfast tomorrow anyway. plus, hinata was the only one not shitfaced enough to at least order an uber. sakusa clung to his forehead as he bumped into someone who also seemed to head the same direction in annoyance.

“¡mil disculpas! -oh, sakusa?”

now that’s a voice he didn’t expect to hear in sometime. he comically whipped his head at the nostalgic voice and saw you, in your flowy, see through, navy blue blouse, black flowy skirt, and black little kitten heels. you looked pretty, meanwhile he felt that he looked crazy with how he was gripping a shirt that had an alcohol splatter on the chest (which was visible). the fact that he felt so hot and sweaty that his black curls clung to his sweaty forehead felt absolutely uncanny considering his aloof demeanor. an almost crazed expression etched on his face as surprise was all he could feel along with annoyance due to his teammates and the heat.

“l/n, hi.”

he didn’t have much to say, you still looked good as you did back in college. you and sakusa were friends with benefits. one accidental one-night stand turned into an every week thing. every time sakusa lost a game or got stressed over an exam, he’d take it out on you during sex, not that you complained. it was a mutual agreement. however, you were the only girl he’s ever felt nervous about.

“how’s life been?” you held a coy smile on your face as you eyed him. you played with the hems of your skirt as you looked at him with your doll-like eyes. eyes like you enjoyed playing with him, “you look bothered. um, were you-?”

“i’ve been good. um, im not gonna do anything uh-“

“oh um, i was gonna go to a bailé, if you wanna come?”

“um, sure.”

fuck it. it sounded better than staying at a hot and humid nightclub.

you two only walked a block in peaceful silence as the buzzing nightlife of the city filled the background noise. that’s until he felt a buzz from his messages:

from: miya atsumu

i see u lwft us yhu btich

if u ght laud ill desdass pau u 20 bucks

you opened the door to a ballroom club where a band was playing bachata, “im gonna go say hi to some friends!”

sakusa nodded and looked at his surroundings. at this point, the night went fairly well as the ballroom was decently occupied (considering the nightclub a block away was popular).

that’s until he felt a tap on his shoulder from you with a nervous smile etched on your face, “hey, would you want to be my partner for this song?” he felt his eyebrows raise, “what? i mean sure but i don’t know?”

it was almost comical how your eyebrows mirrored his moments ago. was he too blunt?

“i can teach you, don’t worry about it.”

right.

you took his clammy hands and held on his shoulder ss your other hand held his right, placing his left on your waist, “look, not that hard. just move your hips to the music and you’ll be fine.”

sakusa kiyoomi would consider himself to be a rather stiff individual. somebody who isn't fond of dancing or anything that didn't require him to be precise and articulate with his movements (such as volleyball), yet when he is with you, he can't help but feel like putty in your hands. as he spinned you (or at least attempted to) amongst the colorful lights of the ballroom, you looked stunning.

"i look ridiculous."

you laughed and squeezed both of his hands as his footwork began to mirror yours, "wanna leave?"

he scoffed, "we barely got here." — "yeah but you don't seem to enjoy this"

your tone was teasing as you quickly bid farewell to your friends and took sakusa with you. just like that.

the two of you ended up heading to your apartment to catch up from college.

“have you tried speaking spanish? i mean to talk to locals. doesn’t your teammate, hinata speak it?”

sakusa shrugged, “not really and shoyo is just learning. he speaks portuguese.”

“so what do you know how to say?

“olá, como está o seu dia? that’s pretty much it.”

you nodded as you ended up pulling out a cigarette from your purse and your silver lighter. smoking was a rather nasty habit you had, since college. nevertheless, he’s the one who got you the lighter as a goodbye gift after college. you side eyed him and brought the cigarette box to his face.

fuck it.

sakusa had the cigarette and put the wrong side in his mouth, where you stopped him. "you're doing it wrong. have you ever done this before?" — he hasn't and you read him like a book.

you laughed and and took the cigarette in his mouth, "im not about to pressure you, kiyoomi. don't forget you're an athlete too. plus, we're here."

after a few flights of stairs, you two were finally in your apartment.

the next couple moments were a bit of a blur; first, you simply put your bag on the coat hanger next to your door, then you turn around where he starts kissing you on your couch, with one of your hands cupping his face endearingly while the other tugged and played with his curls.

you straddled him on the couch and kissed him as he massaged your ass from below your skirt. was it wrong to say it was nostalgic of college?

maybe, but sakusa needed a cathartic release from the intensive stress of his career and felt no shame going back to his old ways from college.

you lifted up your shirt to take to off, where sakusa felt his mouth go dry. you flashed him a smile and threw the blouse on the recliner near, “got them done a bit after graduation.” you were talking about your nipple piercings, the sleek metal rod gave a bit of edge and personality to the complete work of art that is your body.

you went back and kissed him with more intensity, your tongues almost fighting for dominance as sakusa had one hand on your waist, and the other caressing your breast. in his old relationships and sexual encounters, kiyoomi wouldn’t even dare attempt foreplay and kept himself at a boundary— god forbid they wanted to make out the way you are doing right now. however, with you, he was on edge all the time, pushing away his inhibitions.

“shit…kiyoomi.” you breathed out as kiyoomi started attacking your exposed breasts, his tongue swirling around your areolas and rods. he felt a wave of pure nostalgic euphoria hit him, intoxicated by lust at the same time as he felt you grind against him. the utter symphony of your breathless whines and moans was music to his ears, adding onto whatever desires he had at the start of his night with you.

your whines only became louder as he slipped his hand into your panties, rubbing circles on your clit, causing for you to pull on his black curls in utter pleasure and grind on his hand.

“please, let’s do this somewhere else.” your head laid on your shoulder as your plush legs latched onto his waist where he carried you to your room, throwing you on the bed.

kiyoomi kneeled to look up at you and your blissed-out expression, “do you have a condom?”

even in your state, you flashed him a sly smile, “we won’t need them.”

he scoffed at your teasing words, taking off his slacks and sweat-drenched undershirt.

once he was in his boxers, you hung your arms around his neck for him to lower his posture to meet your lips, the sound of your lips clashing breaking any silence.

you placed him spread on the bed, crawling on his breathless form as you rolled down his boxers to be met with his cock, springing out towards his abdomen. it was slightly bigger than you remembered, with it being a little curved and its cute swollen pink tip spilling slight precum. still, you weren’t mad. at all.

you licked your lips and pumped at his dick, kissing at his swollen pink tip leaking with pre-cum, “god i missed this…”

kiyoomi didn’t know what to say. he was speechless. maybe it was the alcohol or the lust still intoxicating his system but this felt cathartic.

you began going in, giving his dick little kisses until you began to take it in your mouth little by little and sucked, causing him to let out the quietest of moans. as you sucked him off, you felt him gently push at your head, causing you to go faster. you began to caress his balls, which made his dick begin to twitch and him to whine. you maintained eye contact as you pumped his dick while you sucked, feeling spurts of his cum in your mouth as he released. “s-shit…y/n.”

you crawled back up and placed your knees to each side of his legs, “is it okay if we?”

kiyoomi nodded and looked at you with a glint of mischief in his eyes, “i thought we were, y/n.”

you smiled at his words and aligned his dick to your entrance and slowly went down, whining at the slight hint of pain that was brought by him slightly stretching you out. all you both could hear was the wet squelch of your pussy being stretched out by his hard cock.

“careful, y/n.” kiyoomi licked his bottom lip as he grabbed onto your hips and slowly helped you move on his cock. you attempted to move your hips yourself, gasping at the sheer pleasure when he began to thrust upwards. you grabbed onto his shoulders and then pulled on his hair as you felt the sensation overtake you, moving your hips side to side while he thrusted and rubbed on your clit simultaneously.

it felt too much for both of you, with this being the first time you’ve gotten laid since college.

until kiyoomi stopped.

kiyoomi flipped you on your back as he began to stand up, making you giggle, “thought you didn’t have this in you?”

“you’ll see.” kiyoomi licked his thumb and began circling your clit again before bringing your legs on his shoulders, “o-oh my god…”

kiyoomi slowly inserted his cock in your pussy again, adjusting to the tight squeeze you had on him. he began to thrust in you roughly again, making you moan as you gripped on his bedsheets. it felt almost overstimulated as he kept on, with said thrusting becoming sloppy shortly after you had reached your orgasm finally. it hit you like a truck.

you felt like an incoherent mess, grabbing onto his neck again to kiss him with more fervor, a string of saliva connecting your lips. it felt almost too much with the pace he was going. then again, kiyoomi was an athlete with an insane amount of stamina. however, you felt his thrusts become sloppier and the speed become slower until you felt him spill his cum in you, feeling warm.

he quickly muttered an ‘I’m sorry’ and became even more flustered.

you smiled as you threw your forearm on your eyes, “you’re okay, it’s okay.”

he slipped his cock out of your pussy, making you feel his cum drip out of you all cold.

you attempted to sit up with your elbows, softly sighing. he carried you in his arms to the bathtub in your connected bathroom, taking a bath together in peaceful silence.

———

kiyoomi has a habit of waking up early—however, he hasn’t gotten this good of sleep since high school.

he looked over to your blissful figure asleep and smiled. until he checked his phone.

“what the fuck?” kiyoomi ran his fingers through his hair as he checked his phone, spammed with several (hundred) calls from his teammates.

he kept scrolling amongst the barrage of “where tf r u” and “hello?” messages until he was greeted with a venmo notification from miya atsumu sending him 20 bucks:

i knew i could count on you ;)

[beloveds-embrace]

head empty no thoughts all i can think abt is bundad simon. bundad simon who can’t believe something so tiny and defenseless (he has not yet felt how they kick) could trust him so much, loafing up all sweet and soft in the palms of his big hands.

bundad simon who talks to the bunny in the softest, gentlest voice a man like him can have when he thinks ur not around. bundad simon who gets the bunny a mini-tactical vest and fills his phone with photos of the bunny chilling like that, calling it his apprentice. bundad simon who does so much research for your little bun and surprises u by making a mini-obstacle course for your bunny in the living room and watching with a proud grin how ur bunny hops through the tunnels and over the ramps.

bundad simon who can tell neither your nor ur bunny like storms or thunder, so he gathers both of u in his arms and practically bundles u in ur bedroom, his arms like a safe burrow for u and ur bun.

bundad simon who is so completely unprepared for how you and ur bunny look at him when you want something, same exact pleading eyes he can never say no to. bundad simon on lazy afternoons, his arms draped over u while u nap and ur bunny cradled asleep in the crook of his other arm.

bundad simon who is so protective over u both; if ur out in ur garden and a loud noise startles u or ur bun he’s immediately stepping in front of u both, his hand instinctively moving to ur shoulder while the other shields the bunny. “nothing’s going to hurt you.” he promises, voice low and steady, so safe.

bundad simon-

[shitpostships]

imagine your f/o changing their hairstyle. whether it’s for a formal occasion or just lounging around the house, you think they look absolutely adorable like this. if their hair is normally put up, they decide to let it down and catch your eye with every tousle of their hair. or maybe it’s the inverse, their face and neck catching the sunlight in the most charming updo you’ve ever seen. do they wear clips in their hair? are their hairstyles elaborate or loose? are you the one to offer styling their hair, or do they surprise you with their new look? if one thing’s for sure, it’s that they end up peppered with kisses on their forehead and along their hair, dazed as they make a mental note to do this more in the future.

proship dni

[misswynters]

Rough edge

Cregan Stark x fem! reader

[warning: mdni, mature/explicit (18+), smut no plot, oral (f receiving), doggy style, cregan with a man bun!!!, i feel like when it comes to smut i be repetitive so my bad :/, cregan as a father (implied) mentioned part 1000

[note | based on @benjicotblckwood ask!

Cregan's hair falls in soft waves around his face, brushing against your inner thighs as he devours you with a need that sends electric pulses through your body. His tongue moves expertly, but every so often, he pauses to push his hair out of his eyes, clearly frustrated.

"Gods, your taste..." he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. His breath fans over your slick folds, making you shiver.

The heat of his mouth returns, but it's not long before his hair falls back into place, tickling your sensitive skin and obstructing his view. He lets out a low growl of frustration, pulling back and glaring at the rebellious strands.

With a determined glint in his eye, Cregan reaches behind his head, gathering his hair with quick, practiced movements. The sight alone is enough to make you throb with anticipation.

There's something undeniably sexy about the way he ties his hair back into a messy bun, his jaw clenching in concentration.

"You're not going anywhere," he growls, his voice rough. His eyes lock onto yours, and the intensity in them makes your breath hitch. He dives back in without any hesitation, his beard scratching deliciously against your sensitive skin. The contrast of his rough beard and the slick heat of his mouth is almost too much to bear.

Cregan's hands grip your hips firmly, pulling you closer as he feasts on you with renewed intensity. Each flick of his tongue and graze of his beard pushes you closer to the edge, making it impossible to think of anything but the overwhelming pleasure he's giving you.

His tongue circles your clit before he sucks it into his mouth, and you can't help but cry out, your hands flying to his hair, now securely tied back.

"You taste so good," he murmurs against you, the vibrations of his voice sending shockwaves through your body. He laps at you greedily, his hands sliding up your sides to grasp your breasts, squeezing and kneading in time with the strokes of his tongue. The combination of his mouth on your most sensitive spot and his hands teasing your breasts is driving you wild.

You arch your back, pressing yourself closer to him, desperate for more. He chuckles darkly, the sound vibrating through you as he redoubles his efforts, his tongue flicking faster, his beard rubbing against your inner thighs with every movement.

"Oh, gods, Cregan," you moan, your fingers tightening in his hair, the strands slipping through your fingers as you tug. He groans in response, clearly enjoying the sensation, and you feel his fingers join his mouth, sliding into your slick folds with ease.

He moves his fingers in time with his tongue, curling them just right to hit that sweet spot inside you. The dual assault is too much, and you feel the tension building, coiling tighter and tighter in your belly. His tongue flicks over your clit, his fingers thrusting deeper, and you're right on the edge, teetering, ready to fall.

"Come for me," he growls, his voice low and commanding. "I want to feel you come on my tongue."

The words send you over the edge, your orgasm crashing through you like a tidal wave. You cry out, your whole body tensing as pleasure washes over you, wave after wave. Cregan doesn't let up, his mouth and fingers working you through your climax, prolonging the pleasure until you're a trembling, boneless mess.

He finally pulls back, his beard glistening with your juices, his eyes dark and satisfied. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, a smug grin spreading across his face as he looks down at you.

"Gods, you're perfect," he murmurs, crawling up your body to capture your lips in a searing kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue, and it only serves to ignite another spark of desire in your belly. You kiss him back hungrily, your hands roaming over his broad shoulders, down his back, desperate to feel more of him.

Cregan pulls back slightly, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Turn over," he commands, his voice husky with need. "I want to see that beautiful ass of yours."

You comply eagerly, rolling onto your stomach and pushing up onto your knees, presenting yourself to him. He lets out a low groan of appreciation, his hands sliding over your hips, gripping you firmly as he positions his cock near your folds.

"You're so wet," he mutters, his fingers sliding between your thighs, gathering your slickness and spreading it over his aching length. "So ready for me." You shiver at his words, your anticipation growing with every second.

He doesn't make you wait long. With one swift thrust, he's buried deep inside you, filling you completely. You both groan at the sensation, the feeling of him stretching you, claiming you.

Cregan sets a relentless pace, his hips snapping against yours with a force that leaves you breathless. His hands grip your hips tightly, pulling you back to meet his thrusts, each one driving him deeper inside you. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with your gasps and his groans.

The angle is perfect, each thrust hitting that sweet spot inside you, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. You can feel another orgasm building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter with every movement.

"Cregan," you moan, your voice barely more than a breathless whisper. "I'm close."

"I know, baby," he groans, his voice rough and breathless. "I can feel it. Let go for me. I want to feel you come around me."

His words send a rush of heat through your body, pushing you closer to the edge. His thrusts become harder, more erratic, and you can feel his own release approaching. The sound of his ragged breathing and the way his fingers dig into your hips only heighten your pleasure, driving you to the brink.

With a final, powerful thrust, you come undone, your orgasm crashing over you in waves. Your muscles tighten around him, and you cry out his name, your body trembling with the intensity of your release. The sensation of you clenching around him pushes Cregan over the edge. He thrusts deeply one last time, groaning your name as he spills his seed inside you, his warmth filling you completely.

For a moment, you both stay still, catching your breath and savoring the aftershocks of your pleasure. Cregan's hands gently stroke your back, his touch soft and reassuring. Slowly, he pulls out, and you collapse onto the bed, your body spent and sated.

He lies down beside you, pulling you into his arms and pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. "You're incredible," he murmurs, his voice full of adoration. You smile, nuzzling into his chest.

"You're not so bad yourself," you tease, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin.

Cregan chuckles, his chest rumbling with laughter. "I adore you," he says softly, his eyes meeting yours with a tenderness that makes your heart swell. "That is sweet of you," you reply, leaning up to capture his lips in a gentle kiss. You adored him as well with his carefulness with everything that has to do with you. You truly did and will always think of cregan as the best man in the world. Respect, kind and soon to be a good father.

banners by: @cafekitsune

[a/n: i bet y’all are tired of my cregan father agenda

[nikolai-alexi]

Orion: you know, Regulus, when I was your age—

Regulus: when you were my age you fucked your second cousin. take a step back, cousin-father.

[letternotekisses]

You huff - a soft exhale that puffs your chest out like a hen with its feathers ruffled - and Roadhog's head swivels to face you, the blank stitching of his mask staring you straight down in a way that usually had you silenced within seconds. Most of the time you'd back down, eager to have him reward you for your good behaviour when you would submit and roll over onto your back like the good little bitch you were.

But today isn’t one of those days, and Mako reckons you'll be coming on soon, seeing as you were practically fighting with his belt to get at his cock underneath, pawing and palming at his heavy balls through his boxers. He oughta teach you a lesson or two. Or knock you up, considering how badly you wanted to take him raw.

You pull him free from his underwear, and he throbs hotly in your palm, your fingers unable to meet around the sheer size of it. Roadhog grunts, an raspy wheeze leaving his chest that made the rippling layer of fat and muscle on his chest tense sporadically.

"That all f'me?" He rumbles, tugging down your panties to shove a thick finger between your legs. His meaty digit drags through your folds to feel the mess you'd made while his thumb busies with circling your clit, "How sweet."

Your cheeks grow warm when you realise just how wet you were, but you don't dwell on the matter when Roadhog suddenly sinks his ring finger into your cunt and you clench needily around it, the stretch pleasant and filling you better than your own fingers ever could manage. His free hand smooths over your exposed belly, the weathered skin of his palms coming to cup your soft tits. You almost double over, moaning softly, but Mako is always there to catch you, whether you'd been a brat or not.

"Roadie," You whine, and he cocks his head at the usage of his nickname, content with watching you squirm on his fingers while you try to spit out your words. "C'mon and fuck me already."

You squeal when he gives your ass a harsh smack, the flesh there would definitely be sore come tomorrow, but he was already palming the flesh to soothe it and you were already too horny to think when he barked a laugh and rasped down at you.

"You want me t'break that little pussy?" Mako grunts harshly, reminding you painfully of the sheer size difference between you as he scissors you open, your thighs shaking like leaves from his fingers alone. Your slick is coating your thighs and his hand, but he won't fuck you until he thinks you're ready. He gives your ass an appreciative pat, gentler than before as he murmurs into your ear gruffly. "You'll take what I give ya."

Your squirming only invites him to stroke rougher circles over your clit, over and over in a torturous pace until he makes you finish with a gush of fluid that coats his fingers in a slick sheen. Your brain is like soup when he pulls his thick digits free and uses your cum as lubricant to slick up his erection, the tip slapping wetly against his stomach when he pauses to manhandle you into his expansive lap.

Mako's cock twitches against your soft tummy, the weight of it alone intimidating, and you never get used to seeing how deep it appears to go. He could very easily hold you up with his own strength, but he preferred the fun in watching you convince yourself that you could take it all in one go.

Your fingers guide the fat tip through your folds deftly, and Roadhog reaches down to spread your cunt wider, nudging himself against your hole with an eager wheeze. Massive hands then move to grab your hips hungrily, kneading the doughy flesh as you sink downwards.

It's a snug fit. You feel every throb, every twitch of him as he bullies himself inside your wet cunt, and your walls cling to him, sucking him in deeper like they'd missed him. He twitches harshly, dribbling pre-cum inside your warm pussy.

"Oh, God." You breathe, feeling like he'd just buried himself deep inside your stomach, but you were nothing if not a little spitfire that was determined to take his thick fucking cock all the way to the hilt.

Roadie only rasped, laughing at your breathy attempts while he mused over how he was going to fold you in half later, how he was going to sink himself balls deep and breed your cunt until you whine and claw at the meat of his back. Until you grew fat and full with his cum.

He'd dump your birth control too, while he was at it. With his plans for you, he'd doubt you'd need it (or want it) anymore.

[megalomaniacz]

I would love an ellie x reader x abby fic, something super smutty, but modern day. I don’t mind unique details, I will give your free reign on those I just want something powerbottom abby x masc top ellie.

click me!

um okay. so this is actually so unnecessarily long like why did i do that also it’s terrible please don’t beat me up okay :( it’s um definitely something guys if u hate it i’ll delete it I SWEAR I SWEAR

inexperienced!lesbian (me asf) reader x ellabs, reader orgasm, lowkey mean ellabs but ignore that, i didn’t even do the request properly everyone throw tomatoes at me :(

2k words!

nsfw!

‧₊˚ 🎐✩ 🫧 ₊˚⊹♡

The time on your phone flashed 11pm, and underneath it was a flash flood weather warning. You had been watching the news closely and carefully, but even they didn’t predict this.

“I thought they said it would clear up around 10.” Ellie joins you on the couch, a bag of fruit gummies in her hand. You nod, but don’t take your eyes off of your phone. “That’s what i thought too. I don’t know, maybe I can make it home before it gets too bad.”

Just as the words leave your mouth, Abby walks back into the living room. She rips a piece of paper towel off of the stand in the kitchen, drying her hands. “Or you could spend the night here and not end up swimming home.”

Ellie snort laughs but you bite your lip. “I don’t want to intrude. Suddenly having someone else in your private space for longer than planned? Sounds overstimulating.”

Abby joins the both of you in the living room, a bottle of water in hand. She plops herself down on the loveseat, manspreading and leaning back. You feel a knot twist in your stomach. “I don’t mind having you here for longer. Els?”

Ellie tosses a gummy in her mouth before responding. “You’re a pleasure to be around.”

Abby and Ellie wanted to ease your nerves a bit, and proposed a game of two truths and a lie. Fairly simple, you tell a person two truths and one lie about yourself and they have to guess the lie. A half hour had passed and you felt yourself loosening up around them. Laughing at how ridiculous they were being.

“No, i swear it’s the truth. I shook hands with him and everything.” Ellie holds her hands up innocently, insisting she didn’t lie.

Abby shakes her head, bringing a hand up to rub her temples. “Ellie, you did not meet a robot at the grocery store. That man was probably lying to you for fun, or some social experiment.”

You giggle, watching as Ellie put a gummy to her tongue to wet it, then throws it at Abby. “Youre a jerk.”

Suddenly, Abby has lifted herself from her seat and is tickling Ellie’s sides. All of you have burst into laughter, tears rolling down your cheeks at their dynamic.

After Abby’s satisfied with herself, she lets up on Ellie, joining you both on the couch. “Okay, your turn.” Abby looks over at you, placing one of Ellie’s gummies in her mouth.

You take a moment to think of something clever, biting your lip. “Hm.”

“Okay I got it!” You exclaim.

The girls grant you their undivided attention, anticipating your answers. “Okay, so. I’m bilingual. I’m allergic to certain coins and, i’ve never been kissed.”

The two look over at each other, confusion all over their faces. “Fuck.” Ellie leans back. “I’m gonna have to say you’re lying about the coins.”

Abby shakes her head, shooting Ellie a side eye. “Seriously? The last one is obviously a lie, I mean look at her.” You feel yourself growing shy at her statement. “You guys sure about your answers?” You smile, raising your eyebrows.

They both nod, creepily at the same time, and it makes you laugh before your reveal. “I’m not bilingual! English is the only language i speak fluently, but i have been taking some Swedish lessons.”

Ellie bobs her head. “Shit, that’s cool. So wait, what coins are you allergic to?”

You don’t even get the chance to answer before Abby chimes up. “Wait, you’ve never been kissed?” She stares at you, bewildered. “Seriously?”

You nod. “I’m pretty inexperienced. I ofcourse, don’t like men, and I came out pretty late so…” You trail.

You can actually see the devious gears turn in Ellie’s mind. She looks over at Abby and it’s as if they’re communicating with their minds. You wonder for a moment if people truly do have powers, because it seems they came to a very silent agreement just now.

“Abby’s a wonderful kisser.” Ellie blurts out, smiling at the blonde. “And a pretty damn good teacher.”

Maybe they didn’t agree on everything, because after that statement Abby shot Ellie a look that could kill. Ellie just laughed it off, lovingly tapping her shoulder.

“Oh.” You whisper nervously, unsure how to respond. Truthfully, you had been admiring the two of them ever since you’d met them. You were so eager to visit their apartment tonight, making sure to spray on your best perfume. Wearing a cute new outfit that was casual but not loungey. Planning it on a day where you knew the weather would be bad, all with the hope that you’d get to spend the night.

You were also nervous, and inexperienced in this department. What if you fucked it all up?

“I’m sorry if we’ve made you uncomfortable.” Abby chimes up, noticing your body language. You were fiddling with your hands, avoiding their gaze. “I’ll make Ellie sleep in the old doghouse outside if that’d make you feel better.”

You giggle as Ellie hits Abby’s shoulder. “Hey, not out in the rain. Maybe in the closet in the hallway.”

“Oh, you’re going back in the closet?” Abby laughs which causes Ellie to roll her eyes. You watch them stick their tongues out at each other and feel warmth in their friendship.

“You guys didn’t make me uncomfortable. I just didn’t know what to say.” You blurt. The two of them stop goofing and look over at you. Ellie’s got a smug face. “Do you want Abby to teach you how to kiss?”

Butterflies, a swarm of them, rush to your stomach. You try not to look her up and down but your eyes betray you. Soaking in Abby’s tall muscular figure. The way her legs are spread open and wide like she’s daring you to sit in between them. Her blue eyes burning holes into your skin. Anticipating your answer. You bite your lip. “Yes.”

Abby remains composed, but Ellie’s enjoying herself way too much. Moving to the loveseat so that you and Abby can have the couch to yourselves. She looks at both of you, then at you, then at Abby, then at you again. “Wait, do you want me to go-?“

“No.” You say, a little faster than you mean to. “I mean, you don’t have to leave, if you don’t want to.”

Abbys only focused on you now. Eyeing you up and down as you scoot closer to her. “Here, get comfortable. Straddle me.”

You know Ellie’s looking. You can feel her piercing eyes on your spine. Watching your every move, examining you from behind. “Straddle?” You ask, a bit unsure. You’d read the word in a couple books, but never looked up the definition. You realized that was damning you now. Fucking up this very moment.

“Sit on my lap, facing me.” Abby guides you. “Put your legs outside my legs.”

So this was the tummy turning move you’d seen in porn. It felt as good as you’d imagined it would. Your hands latch onto Abby’s shoulders, looking into her pretty blue eyes.

“You okay?” She asks, hands gripping onto your waist to steady you. Her fingers are brushing against the skin underneath the hem of your shirt and the contact is driving you crazy. You just nod, too afraid to open your mouth, knowing your words will spill out. You’re everything but composed right now.

“Okay. Just let me know if i do anything that makes you uncomfortable.” She smiles.

You nod again, and establish an understanding. She moves a hand to the back of your neck, pulling you in, and places a soft peck on your lips. Truthfully, it wasn’t all that exciting but it sent jolts and waves of pleasure through your body. Your first kiss. She pulls away and smiles at you. “How was that?”

“Great- good. Grood.” You stammer. She chuckles a bit and you feel hot with embarrassment. “I meant to say- Fuck i don’t even know.”

She rubs at your sides, licking her lips and looking at you with low eyes. “Don’t worry about it, alright? You ready for more?”

“Yeah.” you breathe, head growing fuzzy from her touch. Her fucking touch, fuck. Gentle, but firm. Guiding you so carefully. So kindly.

“Okay. Open your mouth a little bit.” She whispers inches away from your face. “Yeah, just like that.”

You feel like you’re about to melt, a moan stuck in your throat, swallowed by the blonde. Her lips meshing with yours, guiding the kiss. The hand on your hip gripping tighter. She thrusts a bit, attempting to pull you in closer, and you whine into her mouth. This causes her to dig her nails into your skin, scratching at the tender surface.

By now, you’d forgotten Ellie was still in the room. You’d forgotten where you were, actually. Completely lost in a state of bliss. Her tongue on yours, teeth nibbling at your lip, touch making you weak.

She pulls away for air, and you remain leaning forward. Missing her lips on yours.

“Someone’s eager.” She teases. You bite your lip, scratching your nails on her scalp. “Sorry.” you breathe in a low voice. She shakes her head, tutting and rubbing your cheek. “Don’t apologize, it’s cute.”

Abby calls Ellie over, and you can feel her dip into the couch next to you both. Her cheeks are a flushed red and her eyes look fixated on you.

“Where are you the most sensitive?” Abby asks, shooting a small smile to Ellie.

“Why don’t we let me find out? Is that okay?” Ellie asks. You nod, breath growing heavy. There’s no fucking way this is real, you’re dreaming. You have to be. These two are working together to get you worked up.

You can sense Ellie behind you before you feel her hand slide under your neck. Fingertips on your chin, leaning your head to the side. She places a kiss behind your ear and it makes you shudder. “Fuck.”

They both laugh. This evil, menacing, condescending laugh and it’s making your thighs clench on Abby’s legs. “Ellie, you’re teasing the poor thing. She can’t handle it.” Abby places her hands on your thighs, spreading them apart as they were before.

“She can handle anything we give her, right?” Ellie’s moving her lips further down now. Trailing hot wet kisses down your neck, hands sliding up to grab your breasts through your shirt. You throw your head back, a soft whine escaping your lips.

“She’s so sensitive because she’s never been touched. Bet we can make her come without ever having to take her clothes off.” Abby’s hands begin sliding up and down your inner thighs. You feel a wetness pool in your underwear. “You’re probably right Abs. She’s already so worked up and we’ve barely done anything.”

Are they…mocking you? They’re fucking mocking you.

Ellie hums against your neck, hands slipping down to your leg, making you straddle Abby’s thigh. Abby places her hands back on your waist, hiking up your leg and making you grind against her.

You whine, head falling back against Ellie’s shoulder, but she offers no comfort or sanctuary. Hands kneading your tits while she leaves wet kisses on your jaw. “She’s probably soaked right now.” Ellie breathes.

Abby nods, admiring the way you give into their touch. So willing to be their fucktoy. She looks down at your crotch and hums. “She’s got a wet spot on her pants.”

“Such a shame. They look brand new. Now you’ve made a mess of yourself.”

It’s embarrassing to admit it, but you’re close now. The way your slick has covered your panties and is spreading all over your clit, Abby’s hands on your waist grinding you against her, Ellie’s mouth on you. Her hands on you. The way they’re talking about you like you’re not even there.

“I’m gonna-“ Can barely leave you lips before your climax hits you. You shake, dig your nails into Abby’s shoulder. Cry out an “Oh god, fuck!” and roll your eyes back as they help you ride your high.

Your body goes limp while you try to catch your breath. Everything is sensitive and you feel like you’d just seen stars.

“You did so good, baby.” Abby leans in to kiss you, and then Ellie behind you. “Ready for round two?”

Round what?

[bun-lapin]

TWST Voice Line Scene #18

(Interior Hallway)

🦐Yuu: What class do we have next? Can I check your schedule?

🐍Jamil: (sighs, hands it over) You should really be more prepared.

🦐Yuu: Hmmm… (reads schedule)

🦐Yuu: Hey, Jamil? What's your least favorite subject?

🐍Jamil: My least favorite subject? Never thought about it. Emotion and education are not compatible.

🦐Yuu: Oh~? Is that so~? (grins mischievously)

🐍Jamil: (mild panic) Wait! Why did you ask that? What class do we have next?!

🦐Yuu: (smile of pure evil)

🦐Yuu: Bug class.

🐍Jamil: (full panic) Bug class?! What does that even-?! No! We DO NOT have bug class!! YUU!! NO!!

☀️Kalim: (walks up) Hey guys! Are you headed to Crewel's special lecture on magical insects? I heard we'll get to hold some of them too!

🦐Yuu: (throws their hands in the air) Bug class~!!

☀️Kalim: Yeah! Bug class~! (laughs and copies Yuu)

🐍Jamil: (looks like he's gonna pass out) …Bug class.

TWST Voice Line Scenes Masterlist

[bun3333s]

a bell's not a bell 'til you ring it - yandere scaramouche x gn reader

scaramouche has kidnapped you for a while now, and it's been even longer since he's put your collar on. the sound of your bell follows you everywhere. you think you might be losing it.

1.6k words

contains: yandere scaramouche x reader, kidnapping/confinement, non-graphic allusions to violence, brief mention of reader's death, reader succumbing to stockholm syndrome, gn reader ('you' pronouns)

minors dni; engage responsibly

note: inspired (to write scara lol) by discussing pathetic scara with the lovely @diz-eaze

you know how, sometimes, people put a bell on a cat’s collar to alert prey? meant to prevent unnecessary harm to local wildlife, keep them as safe as they can be in a world out to get them. it’s a warning; telling them danger is near — to run, to hide, to do something.

maybe if the same cat came around everyday, at the same time, to the same little bird, day in and day out, the bird will come to associate the soft rings of the bell with the accompanying violence. and the same way the chime trains the birdie to flinch, the cat learns to watch. the cat learns to move slower, tread more carefully, hoping the bird won’t hear. but it never manages to fully sink its claws into the little birdie. not yet.

you wonder if one day, when the cat stops coming (maybe it’s finally learned), the bird would miss it. even just for the briefest of moments, when the bell no longer chimes.

probably not.

not wanting to spend more time ruminating, you turn your face away from the window. there’s a soft strumming of your finger pads against the sill as you study the clock �� yumemiru wood; dark grey grain gently holding the ticking hands. it matches the shelves, the desk, the lamp; all ornate and exquisitely crafted with the utmost care. and it matches you — matches something on you at least, cringing at the mental correction.

your neck is still sore but you strain it in a vain attempt to see what’s on your neck anyways. you don’t see much (as always), but you can hear it. you can’t seem to not hear it, really. a delicate sound, not much more than a soft clink when you’re careful about it.

you only know it matches the decor because scaramouche told you so.

if you were going to be collared like an animal, you’d at least like to see what it looks like. he’d come home (back, not home, you chide yourself) one day, a box in tow. ordered to close your eyes and open them for nothing but his word, you’d been kept prisoner long enough to silently obey. the box made a strange noise. there was the expected rustling — all the no doubt fancy packaging to sift through first. but there was also a higher, sharper sound. eyes still closed, your best guess was jewelry of some kind. he did like to dress you up, after all.

you felt vindicated for a brief moment when his hands had gone to clasp something around your neck — some sort of victory in the knowledge of his predictability, safety in being able to see his patterns, see him for what he is.

you’d let out a snort now if the looming possibility of scaramouche hearing it and ‘disciplining’ you wasn’t drawing ever nearer. some victory that was. short-lived too, because you’d felt the unnatural tension of the collar at your throat moments later.

you think he’d felt it too, back then. your skin, warming up; you, breathing harder and faster and shallower because it seemed to get tighter and tighter and it’d felt like the certainty of a noose you hadn’t even seen yet. his hands had lingered a bit. sadistic bastard.

scaramouche didn’t need to tell you what it was. but there was an unnerving lilt to his voice, softer than it usually was.

“it matches, y’know?”

indigo orbs peering to the clock, yours had followed with tears in them. the noise had followed you too — the soft rattle of the bell’s tongue against its cage as your head had moved. you’d flinched then, out of habit. how could you not?

you didn’t see the displeasure swirling in his eyes at the time, but you’d learn. you always had to.

you’d asked to see it, once or twice. but scaramouche never indulged you, didn’t like keeping mirrors around (something about there being no point staring into failure when you could look to your future), sharp edges when they broke. can’t risk it, he’d said.

it’s quite ironic, when you think about it. you’re no predator, so dangerous that others need to heed your very presence as peril. you couldn’t imagine being further from that. you’re more like a house pet; embellished purely so your owner could coo at how cute you were, keep track of your shenanigans and find you in the middle of the night to bring you back to bed. honestly, you used to be jealous of them. no worries over money, food, life — that was all beyond them. they’re pampered to all hell, so surely the occasional jingle of a bell and living a life that is not yours is fine, isn’t it?

now, scaramouche is a proper predator: claws and all, the chiming that follows him is deceivingly mellow for the destruction he so often leaves in his wake. but him? he has a choice to be heard like this. he can take his bells off any time he wants. he doesn’t have to come back over and over again, waiting for you to stop flinching at the sound of his arrival. but he does. he always does.

maybe that’s why he added a bell to your collar, wanted you to get used to it —

but speak of the devil and he shall come. you hear him beyond the threshold to your world (the admittedly large room he’s sequestered you to) before you see him.

maybe it’s worked, because you don’t flinch at the noise. getting up to greet him, an outsider might even hear your collars ringing as the response to his.

“welcome home, my lord. i’ve missed you.”

and you have to admit that there is some truth in the statement, isolation takes its toll, y’know?

“i’ve missed you as well, dearest.”

the word is spoken with an uncharacteristic gentleness that might’ve bewildered anyone who wasn’t you.

you, who’s seen probably as much of his shrivelled up excuse for a heart as there could be. it was confusing, at first. why this harbinger would kidnap and keep you around, insults and disdain hanging from his perfectly sculpted lips all the while. it took time. time where you’d failed in your numerous attempts at escape, where you eventually became complacent enough to ‘earn’ the privilege of joining him in the bed at night; docile enough to hold for comfort on the nights where you’d find tear stains on the pillow in the morning, his side of the bed already cold.

honestly? you still find it hard to believe at times. that this delicate (and he’d have your head for this if he knew), fickle, little thing, bristling if your attention drifts from him for a second too long is the same scaramouche who would kidnap and discipline you without mercy.

you’re surprised it’s lasted this long, too, that he hasn’t already decided you too burdensome of a toy to want anymore. you suppose you’re thankful for this, in a way. god knows what he’d do with you if he got bored, never quite figured out why he even wanted you in the first place. you’d seen the vitriol with which he disposes of his enemies, but the thought of him carelessly leaving you behind is somehow more terrifying. no second thoughts, no looking back; simply no care for you. if he’d been upset, hands twisting into your throat, you’d at least die with the certainty that it was him. that it was his fault — for the pain, for keeping you; for making you like this.

if he’d simply given up on you, maybe a flick of his wrist and one of the guards you know are stationed outside your door come for you, it’d be… almost unsatisfying, in a way. what would it all have been for, then? the kidnapping, the suffering — so much time taken away from your life to sit by his side. would he have been lying, for all of it? were you just a warm body he could cling to at night and abandon come morning? were you that easy to tire of? that difficult to love?

it’s funny, what the mind does sometimes.

his hat shifts and you hear the crisp chiming of bells. you’d never admit it to yourself, but the sound has started to comfort you, in a twisted way.

“i brought something back for you today.”

“thank you, my lord.”

the box is similar in size to the one that held your collar — a grim reminder of your situation that grounds you in the reality of yumemiru flooring, a singular barred window, and the collar that you swear gets tighter every time you think about it.

“i had them make some taiyaki — extra crispy with a fluffy batter and not too much filling — just the way you like it.”

he tilts his head sometimes when he smiles (really smiles); childish with teeth and you swear you can feel his heart beat in these moments.

you smile back, and take in the chimes his movement brings with a light hum. distantly, you think you could even be convinced that this sounded like home.

thank you so much for reading ! hope u enjoyed, any constructive feedback or general thoughts/comments are appreciated <3

[fatedroses]

A Day Off

[tsuchinokoroyale]

No one asked me to be their valentine at the social today 😔

[bun-z-bakery]

Drunken Daze

Pairing. Nanami Kento x GN!Reader Warnings/Tags. Co-Workers to lovers, fluff, drinking/alcohol, suggestive, Drunken confessions

Words. 1,377

A/N. Helloooo!! i've been wanting to write something for kento for a while so I hope you enjoy! Also! This was posted earlier on my Ko-fi so check that out if you want! :3

Various Menu | Works Menu | Ao3 | Kofi

You and Kento have been friends for a while now. It was strange getting to know the man. At first, you thought he hated you. He was silent, always with his nose deep into his work, never one for work parties or get-togethers. Your mutual friend Gojo would often need to drag him out of his shell, but his demeanor would change as soon as you entered the room. 

Which is why setting foot into his home and sitting next to him, drinking the wine you had brought, felt so strange. This was a scenario you could only daydream of. 

Your conversation and drinking went on well into the night. He wasn't one for drinking such cheap alcohol. It was all you had on hand, yet, for some reason, he had agreed to it. 

"Man, this sucks. I'm sorry, Nanami." He lets out a low chuckle, swirling the wine before taking another sip. 

"No worries. I'm just glad you brought yourself along. Also, just call me Kento." He takes another sip. You stare at him with a raised brow, drinking in his features. You notice a blush adorned on his cheeks. He was drunk. 

"Kento, should we call it a night?" You were about to put your glass down, but he poured some more wine into your cup and his. Sloppily, he placed the bottle down before he spoke. 

"I don't want this night to end." Was this even the same man you spoke to an hour ago? 

"Kento—" he cuts you off. 

"You're so perfect in my eyes. How can anyone be so perfect? Maybe you're just a dream. Maybe this is all a dream. I'll drink myself to death if it is." 

"Kento, I think we've had enough for the night." Carefully, you take the glass from his hand and place it on the coffee table. Before you can sit properly, he catches your hand and holds it up to his lips, kissing your knuckles. 

You weren't sure what was going through his head, but you had been longing for the blond for oh so long. You weren't even sure if it was a dream yourself. Kento was a heavy drinker—one of the two needed to cut back on the drinks. Even with less alcohol than him in your system, you couldn't help but wonder if the reason why he was so distant in the first place was due to his feelings for you. 

"No. I've adored you from afar for too long." Even through his glasses, you could tell his hazel eyes were glossy. You knew alcohol had such effects on people, yet you never thought you'd see the day you'd have a drunken man confess to you in his own home. 

He raises a hand and ghosts your cheek. You can feel the warmth radiating from his hand; you want to melt into his palm. "May I?" you nod in response. 

"Words, darling." A blush creeps onto your face as you glance down at your hands, unable to make eye contact. 

"Yes, you may." 

With your confirmation, he touches your cheek, stroking it with his thumb, then down to your lips. 

"Kiss me." You were sure of your decision. However, he still asked,

"Are you sure? We can stop this now if you wish." 

"I'm positive, Kento." 

Without another word, his lips crash into yours. You can taste the sweet wine on his tongue as you melt into the kiss. His hands never touch your body. Instead, you move his hands to your shoulders, giving him silent approval for his hands to roam your body. With your approval, he slowly began to explore your body, mindful never to go to areas that might make you uncomfortable. 

Kento breaks the kiss and holds you close. 

"Stay," he whispers. 

"You're too drunk to drive. I'll sleep on the couch." 

You didn't want to argue with the drunk man, so you agreed. He was right. You were too drunk to even see straight. 

Before you knew it, you were hovering over the couch in Kento's arms. Carefully and wobbly, he carried you to his bed and gently placed you down, but he collapsed next to you. 

"Ken?" soft snoring was your response. You could feel his warm breath on your neck as he held onto you. You chuckled and stroked his hair. It didn't take long to drift off to his soft snores. 

In the morning, you find yourself wrapped in not one but two blankets, surrounded by pillows. You figured Kento must have been worried about your comfort and went overboard with the pillows. 

Your nose is hit with the smell of something delicious. Rising out of Kento's bed and making your way to the kitchen with a yawn, you see him in shorts and a wrinkled white T-shirt. 

"Good morning, darling. I made us breakfast." Your head begins to sting, and you are very hungover. Kento seemed to catch on.

"Drink that, and you'll feel as good as new," Kento says, gesturing to a cup filled with what you assume is a hangover remedy. Taking a deep breath, you approach the counter, bracing yourself for the taste. As you gulp it down, you cringe at the flavor and cough. 

"Oh, that's disgusting." 

"That's how you know it works," he points to you with the spatula before plating food for you and him. 

At the table, breakfast was silent. It wasn't until he spoke up that the air became tense. 

Your heart wanted to leap out of its chest. 

"I know we've already slept in the same bed." he cleared his throat, thinning his lips at his actions before he continued. 

"But I would like to take you on a date. If that's alright?" It sounded more like a demand than a question. Kento had his sights set on you. It was more evident now than ever. 

"I would love that, Ken." A slight red tint adorned his face at the mention of the nickname. He smiled and said, "Tomorrow, be ready by 8, and don't forget to wear your gift." 

He whips out his phone. You assume he's bought you something to wear. 

You weren't even official, and the man was already spoiling you. As breakfast came to an end, a comfortable silence filled the room. Kento's gaze lingered on you, and you couldn't help but smile at what tomorrow would bring.

Just as the clock turned 8, a knock was on your door. "Coming!" you shouted, ensuring you looked decent in the outfit Kento had gifted you. 

You open the door, revealing a well-put-together Kento standing with flowers and a slim black box with a beautiful gold ribbon in his hands. "Look at you! I knew you'd look absolutely stunning in that." Your cheeks heat up as you step aside, letting him into your home. You take the flowers and set them in a cup of water on the counter. They were a stunning red with smaller white ones and smelled wonderful. 

"Ready for your other surprise?" 

He holds out the slim black box. 

"Ken, you don't need to do all this for me." 

You kiss his cheek, 

"You're right. I didn't have to do this, but I want to. Every day, you will feel loved and cherished, know that." Little did you know he was serious about this, serious about you. He would do anything and everything to prove it. He didn't plan on losing you, not after secretly pining after you for so long. 

He opens the box, revealing a gold necklace that is too fancy to wear on a regular day yet matches the outfit perfectly. He must've been planning this from the start. You laugh quietly to yourself as you turn around, letting him out the necklace on you. His hands are warm and gentle. 

Once he's finished, carefully hold the gem between your fingers. "It's beautiful, Ken," you say, taking his hand and giving it a slight squeeze, earning a smile from him.

"I'm thrilled that you like it. We should get going now. You'll love what I have planned." 

His gaze lingers on you as you speak. 

"I'm excited to see what you have planned." 

Right then and there, he knew you were already his.

A/N. Thanks for reading! I love Kento so much he's just iwbiwbrbvi okay bye bye!

[thenyoukeepliving]

How would you torture Jax, if given the chance?

~ I, personally, would make him listen to the corn kid song on repeat for hours.

[realtapiocafan]

oh my god, ceedee GIRL 😭😭😂