#oh god this this is so sweet and adorable I'm almost embarrassed to share it lmao

[hanniebaeee]

Night Bus

Hyunjin x fem!reader

Warnings: nothing!

Genre: best friends to lovers, fluffff!

Summary: You are traveling with the boys in an overnight bus, and your best friend Hyunjin is jealous that you spent the entire day with Felix. And you tease him, which makes him perform a very thrilling stunt.

It was past midnight, and the bus was quiet. The boys were all fast asleep, exhausted from all the hiking and excitement of the day. Well, not all boys, because Hyunjin was still wide awake next to you.

Dressed in an oversized black hoodie, with the hood pulled up, he looked so adorable under the dimmed lights in the bus. Raindrops pattered on the window, and the world outside was dark and wet except for the occasional street lights. 

As the bus rumbled down the dark, empty road, the two of you were nestled together, sharing a blanket. The armrest separating you was a bit of an inconvenience, though. Hyunjin tried to get the thing off the way, but sadly it wasn't the movable kind. So the two of you had settled on either side of it, snuggling up to each other as close as you could. 

Hyunjin had been oddly silent since you’d gotten on the bus, his usual smile replaced with a pout that he clearly thought he was hiding. You didn't say anything because you wanted him to tell you what's wrong. 

He broke the silence with a loud sigh and said, “Did you have fun with Felix today?”

You looked up from your phone, fighting back a smile.

“Yeah, actually, I did. We went to a cute little bakery and -”

“You could've just come on that hike with me.” Hyunjin turned to face you, tugging the blanket so hard that it slipped off you.

“We did the hike the day before, Jinnie. How many times do I climb the same mountain, hm?” you asked, yanking the blanket back a little.

He grumbled something about priorities and looked away.

“Hyunjin, what's wrong? You could've come hiking with me, but you wanted to go kayaking.”

He crossed his arms, his jaw set, but his eyes were soft, a trace of vulnerability peeking through his usual confidence.

"It’s just that... I thought you’d be with me today. I had... plans.” he mumbled, looking stung.

“Plans?” You asked, raising a brow. “I’m here now, aren’t I?”

His face softened a bit at that.

“Yeah. But I had plans to show you this place I found. I dunno. I thought it’d be... special.” He sighed, and his voice was quieter now, like he was almost embarrassed to admit it. "But then you just left me to go bakery hunting with Felix."

“Oh, so that’s what this is about. You’re jealous.” You couldn't help but smirk. 

He scoffed, though the blush creeping up his neck gave him away.

“I’m NOT jealous. I just thought...we'd have more time together...”

“Jinnie, I'm right here. Under this blanket with you.” you teased, your voice low, leaning in closer.

He met your gaze, and even in the dim light, you could see the fire in his eyes.

“You don't understand.” He said, his words a little too sharp. “You look at him like he's the only one in the world, and it's so hard-.”

 “Hyunjin,” you said softly, interrupting his rant, your voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t look at him like that. I... I look at you like that.”

The silence that followed was thick. Your heart pounded so fast and it was so damn loud, you were sure he could hear it. Hyunjin just looked stunned. But it quickly shifted into something darker, his eyes locked with yours, as he tilted his head slightly.

“Don't you dare play with me right now.” He warned you. 

“You know I will never.” You said, your fingers brushing over his under the blanket.

“Yeah?” he whispered back, feeling braver as he let you intertwine your fingers.

You just grin at him, and he let out a low laugh, eyes dropping to your lips. “Oh my God.”

The next thing you knew, Hyunjin was leaning forward, his lips brushing against yours. A kiss so soft and sweet. But as your fingers slid into his hair, Hyunjin moaned softly and his hands cupped your cheeks, pulling you closer and deepening the kiss.

He tasted like the coffee he'd been sipping on a while ago, and maybe a little bit like that ridiculous lip balm he was using all the time.

You've only dreamed of kissing him. He was your best friend. You've seen him through everything, you've held his hand through everything. And you've loved him…since forever. 

You felt breathless and dizzy and he broke the kiss to hug you, and cocooned in his warmth, you felt right at home.

When you pulled back, he looked at you with a grin, eyes shining with a mischievous glint.

“Can’t wait to kiss you in front of Felix,” he said, and you laughed, shaking your head. 

“Oh my god, you’re never gonna let that go, are you?”

"Not a chance. I can't believe you skipped a romantic hike with me to eat cake with Felix. Are you even serious?" He said, before kissing you again. 

“So, are you going to be jealous of Felix every time I hang out with him?” you mumbled against his lips because he won't let you speak, drowning your words with his mouth. 

He rolled his eyes dramatically, glancing around to make sure that everyone was still asleep.

“You’re the worst.” he muttered, playing with the tip of your hair. 

“Am I?” You leaned closer, a grin playing on your lips. “I'll just go sit with Felix then.”

That did it. In one swift motion, without any warning, Hyunjin climbed over the armrest separating your seats. You let out a surprised squeak as he landed on top of you, his knees digging into the seats on either side of your hips.

“What the-” you gasped, trying not to laugh. “Hyunjin! Are you serious right now?!”

“You were asking for it,” he said, a goofy, lovesick grin spreading across his face as he hovered above you, his hair falling into his eyes. He looked so utterly ridiculous and absolutely perfect, that you couldn’t help but put your arms around his waist, giggling.

“I didn't know you were so romantic, Hyunjinnie,” you said, holding him tightly so he didn't topple off you.

He just laughed, one hand braced on the window and the other on your seat. The poor boy was way too tall for his own good and the seat, way too cramped for such romantic gestures.

“You would've known if you'd done that damn hike with me.” He grunted, hovering over you. He was trying not to put his weight on you, even though he was gazing at you like he's ready to have you right there.

He buried his face against your neck for a brief second, letting out a soft, almost surprised laugh as he pulled you closer, his hand settling at the small of your back.

“This is insane,” he said, his breath warm tickling the soft skin of your neck. “What are we doing?”

“Just sit on my lap already, you're gonna pull a muscle or something.” You said, smiling up at him. 

He paused, looking down at you, pretending to consider your offer, his brows furrowing.

“I’m too heavy for you,” he said. “You’re, like, tiny.”

You rolled your eyes, but your heart fluttered as you said, “Oh please. Just sit, Hyunjin. I promise I can handle it.”

He leaned in closer, the warmth of his body completely enveloping you, making your pulse quicken.

“Really?” He asked, slightly skeptical, but so damn tempted.

“Really,” you assured him, cupping his cheek with your hand, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your palm. “Just do it. You won't squish me.”

“Ok, ok,” he said, and he shifted, settling himself comfortably on top of you.

You laughed, absolutely delighted, and he gave you a grin, adjusting himself and trying to find a comfortable position in this ridiculously cramped space.

“See? Not so bad, right?” you asked, kissing his cheek.

He looked down at you, his face just inches from yours.

“You make me do the worst things,” he muttered, but he was smiling, his cheeks such a cute pink.

“You were the one who climbed on top of me, if I remember right.” You giggled.

Hyunjin leaned closer, pressing a soft kiss on your lips, as he murmured, “I'm not complaining, I'm perfectly fine here, thanks.”

His expression softened as he leaned in again, capturing your lips in a more passionate kiss. His tongue danced along with yours, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer.

“You’re so ridiculous,” you said, your heart racing with excitement, as he placed tiny kisses on your lips and jaw. 

It was so thrilling. Doing this in a bus full of people. Your friends who would never let you off the hook if they got a glimpse of this. Ever. And you both were holding back your tiny laughs and muffled sounds every time the bus jolted. But nothing mattered at that moment because the way Hyunjin looked at you with such unrestrained need, made everything else disappear.

The way he cradled your face in his hands like you were so precious and the way he made such soft needy sounds as you kissed was enough to drive you completely crazy. But obviously, your legs were going numb under his weight, and Hyunjin, always so attentive to your every move, knew. 

Your grip on him tightened as he slowly shifted off you, and he laughed lightly as he said, “You can always climb into my lap you know. It's more efficient.”

“Efficient?” You said, snorting. 

“Your legs are numb aren't they?”

“Maybe?”

“Thought so.”

You watched as he moved back to his seat, and Hyunjin shifted closer, his arm going around your shoulder. You pulled the blanket over both of you, tucking it snugly around your bodies. With a sleepy smile, you nestled against him, resting your head on his shoulder. Your eyes fluttered close, and you felt his fingers begin to play around your arm and shoulder. 

“I love you” he whispered, his voice low and soft, and you could feel him shift slightly, angling his body to face you.

You opened your eyes just a little to catch his gaze, filled with love, but you could hardly keep them open.

“Love you too,” you mumbled, and you felt his lips on your forehead, as he pulled you as close as he could. 

He was whispering something to you, something soft, but sleep began to pull you under, and the sound faded into a dreamy haze. And you slept peacefully, knowing that when you wake up, Hyunjin will be right here for you, like he always has been. 

[cho-aaacho]

(HC's) JJK men's reactions when they see you in a pink dress.

Masterlist

Characters : Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, Fushiguro Megumi.

Gojo Satoru

He was blushing so hard, but he didn't say anything at first. He just stared behind his sunglasses. 

But he is thinking about wrapping his arm around you, savoring your cuteness, kissing your warmth, and adorning your kindness until he succumbs to intoxication.

A swarm of butterflies fluttered in his stomach, he couldn't count how many times he repeated the words "cute", "pretty"

Of course, he only says this in his mind. He didn't want you to hear how much he loved your body in a pink dress.

Immersing himself in prolonged gazes at you, he occasionally sweeps you into a wave of overwhelming feelings.

Quite the adept liar, especially for someone like him, consistently denying his admiration for you.

"I guess that makes me feel like I have been caught off guard in this situation. But, you are so damn cute. So adorable."

Your response? "I had no idea you were so shy. I just thought you were a very talkative person at first. I guess I was wrong, weren't I, Satoru-kun?"

Geto Suguru

Showering you with the most endearing words, and it almost makes you melt. 

Oh... this guy knows how to make you happy, make you feel flustered all of the time, and make you fall for him. With the simple words "You're so pretty."

Your smile takes on a life of its own when your gaze intertwines with his. Gazing at his eyes or stealing a glance at him.

Oh... he's so gentle, of course.

"Thank you, Suguru-kun, for this dress."

With a gentle pat on your head, he whispers, "My angel, I don't mind it. You're welcome."

Sealing a gentle yet passionate kiss on your lips, saying that you are his entire world.

"How about a waltz before we eat our dinner? I'm sure the twins wouldn't mind."

Nanami Kento

"You know, you're always cute in everything, but you're cuter when you're wearing my favorite colors."

However, truth be told, he doesn't actually have a favorite color. He just wants to share his love and life with you.

Planting a kiss on your shoulder as you don that pink dress, while whispering gently, "You wore this just for me, didn't you? Not trying to seduce some random guys?"

His sweetness, almost overwhelming, leaves you nearly speechless every time he savors the fragrance of your hair.

All his attention is solely directed at you, momentarily disregarding his responsibilities.

"Hush... Hush... Just ignore Gojo-san. Tonight, it's just you and me."

He snaps a photo of you in that dress and proudly shows it to Ino.

Fushiguro Megumi

Concealing you from Yuuji's sight so he can't catch a glimpse of you in that pink dress. Oh boy, his jealousy is surfacing.

Much like Gojo, he can't help but blush, trying not to steal glances at you. Because, oh God, it's so embarrassing for him. He can't hold himself.

His heart pounds so hard, making him struggle to breathe as he witnesses you reveal so much skin than he's accustomed to; it is almost unbearable for him.

He tries to talk and act normal, but every time he tries, he always ends up nervous.

"Can I hold your hands for a second? Just make sure you're... okay."

"Oh, it's dangerous outside. I don't want you to be in harm's way. I'll walk you home."

"But how about we snap a photo before we leave? This place is a good spot... and you look beautiful tonight. I never imagined I'd meet someone as stunning as you." Such a cute baby boy!

He thanked himself that he hadn't met Yuuji or Todo. He only wants to keep you for his and his alone.

[literary-motif]

Hello! I truly adore your writing i'm obsessed. So may you please write an nsfw fanfiction in which darling embarrasingly talks to Andrew about a spicy dream they had about him?❤💖

Dream A Little Dream Of Me (NSFW)

Andrew Marston x Reader

You awoke with a start. Andrew’s hand in your hair stilled as you craned your head, looking up at him with big eyes. 

“Slept well on my thigh?” he asked, holding the open paperback in one hand — Agatha Christie's The Murder of Roger Ackroyd — while the other brushed strands of hair from your forehead. You looked disheveled, and he was partly to blame for that. 

Heat rose to your face, and you could no longer meet his gaze as the dream you had just had rushed back into your mind. You caught, hiding the embarrassment by laying your head on his thigh again and facing away from him. “Alright,” you mumbled. 

Andrew raised an eyebrow, looking down at you quizzically. “I thought you had a nightmare. You were making soft noises, almost like whimpers. I thought about waking you up, but” — he hesitated, feeling you press your face into his skin to hide — “what did you dream about, Darling?”

You stayed silent, squirming as your thoughts returned to what your imagination had conjured. It was embarrassing, and although you trusted Andrew and were completely comfortable around him, the thought that you had had a wet dream right beside him on the couch was mortifying. 

“You can tell me, you know. At first, I thought it was a nightmare, but then I heard you moan.”

“Stop, oh God,” you breathed, finally laying on your back to look up at him. “I didn’t mean to, it just kinda— I  guess last night fueled my creativity.”

Andrew broke into a large grin, marking the page of his murder mystery and Poirot’s adventure to give you his undivided attention. He chuckled, continuing to play with your hair as he bit his lip and looked fondly down at you. “Would you mind sharing?”

Your gaze flickered away. You clicked your tongue, fighting the urge to hide from his stare. His pupils were dilated, you noticed, and he looked stunning in the dim light of the overcast afternoon. You could have ravished him right then. The desire coiling in your abdomen, evoking an aching between your thighs made you wonder if telling him about your fantasy might not lead to a little reenactment. Maybe he would feel up to it. 

“Alright,” you said, clearing your throat and looking into his eyes. “Are you sure you want to hear it? It’s a little filthy.”

His eyes gleamed. “Oh, I’m positive.”

“Fine. We were coming home and as soon as we walked through the front door, you had me backed up against it, pinning me in place with burning kisses. I remember I could feel your desire, your hard cock straining against your dress pants already as you pinned my hands above my head and whispered — what did you say? — ‘I’ll fuck you so good you’re not going to be able to sit for a week.’

“You turned me around, pressing me against the door as you pulled down my pants and— well, fucked me against the door. It felt so good, darling, but I was terrified of the neighbors hearing. When I told you, you unfastened your tie and told me to bite down on it to muffle my moans. 

“After that, we were in the bedroom, and you were lying on your back with me straddling your hips. I was riding you, but I was panting heavily and my legs were shaking. You noticed and told me to stay still as you gripped my hips and fucked into me from below. 

“I— we never tried it before, I know, but in my mind, you looked so pretty. Your face was flushed, and some of your chest was a light shade of pink. Your lips were parted and you made so many sweet noises that sent my head reeling. I nearly finished, but then you sat up, changing positions to reach even deeper. 

“I was on my back, gripping the bed sheets as one of my ankles was on your shoulders and you took me with such a brutal pace I felt my whole body jump with every thrust. God, it felt so good, and you were so deep I don’t think I’ve ever felt this full. It was amazing.

“You were stealing my breath. I was panting so hard I felt lightheaded but you didn’t stop, even after I came twice already. You kept— you kept going as I twitched and squirmed beneath you, wrapping me in your arms as you slowed your pace, dragging your cock steadily in and out. It was such a sudden change to how rough you had been previously but that made it all the more delicious. 

“I loved it. You fucked me slow and deep, holding me tightly as I bounced with every thrust. You told me not to worry, that you would take care of me while all I could do was lie there and take it, my mind too far gone in a haze of pleasure to make sense of anything. You were making me feel so good — I mean, you always make me feel good, Andrew. This was something else though. I felt like I was drowning in pleasure, your cock so deep it nearly hurt. 

“You came with a cry of my name again, your warmth filling me up as I clenched around your still-hard cock, utterly spent. You pried my legs apart, pressing my thighs to the mattress as you said you weren’t done yet — but then I woke up.” 

You glanced at Andrew, cataloging every movement on his face. He slowly licked his lips. You raised your hand, cupping his cheek before moving your thumb across his bottom lip. He looked dazed, his eyes clouded over with lust as he stared at you, panting a little. Trailing your hand down his chest, you allowed it to rest in his lap, feeling his stiff cock under your palms. 

“I guess someone truly isn’t done yet?” you asked, palming him through his pants.

Andrew jolted, muffling a lewd moan against his fist. “How do you expect me to react when you tell me such nasty things? I— I just hope reality can live up to your fantasy.”

“You’re better than fantasy,” you said. You rose, kissing him deeply as your hands worked to unzip his pants and free his aching cock. He was already wet with precum, the front of his pants damp from his excitement. “How about we try something new, yeah? I want to ride you.”

He choked, throwing his head back in pleasure at the thought alone. “God, please,” he said, not bothering to stifle his moans as you sunk down on him. 

It was better than fantasy. 

[osachiyo]

Can i request Fyodor x shy fem reader but in her mind is full of sexual desires and thought that Fyodor didn't notice about it? , feel free to ignore I really love your writing Btw English isn't my first language if i misspelled or you not understand what i say , I'm sorry 😭💖

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- FAUX INNOCENCE ? -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

➺note! omg hi anon! Trust me, your english isn't too bad! I could understand everything perfectly, no need to apologise.I was so happy to see this request because this Russian rat man has me on a tight leash 😭 also I love this idea a lot, thanks for requesting!! ♡♡♡ MINORS DNI OR NIKOLAI WILL DRAG YOU INTO A ROOM FILLED WITH MANEATING MUTATED RATS AND BURN THE KEY.

Okay so first of all, you cannot hide anything from this man 😭 like it's almost impossible. Fyodor is great at reading people and he knows you're hiding something from him pretty early on in the relationship.

He honestly loved your shy personality. He found you absolutely adorable and just so so easy to manipulate.

He was a little shocked to find out some of the stuff you were into because you just seemed so shy and innocent?

But you, oh sweet you, being completely oblivious to the fact that he's catching on.

Trust me, he will slowly but surely notice your dirty mind. It isn't what he expected but it's alright, it amuses him a bit actually.

He'll catch you staring at his fingers as he's typing or writing something and biting your bottom lip. He'll say with a teasing grin, "just what are you thinking about, my little mouse?" Catching you off guard as you scramble to find an excuse.

But after dating for a while, as you slowly got more comfortable around him, he'd want you to tell him exactly what you wanted from him. You want his fingers? Ask for it. You want his mouth? Plead for it. You want his cock? Beg for it.

It slowly moves on to more frisky stuff as well...

You want him to wrap his hand around your throat? Ask nicely. You want him to tie you up and take you in front of Nikolai? Get down on your knees and beg him. Even though he has no intention of sharing you of course, he just wants to see you beg. He also revels in the sight of your disappointed and bashful look as he denies your idea of bringing Nikolai into your bedroom activities, even if it's just watching.

He will praise and reward you for being good, of course. A good pet deserves a good treat.

But if you disobey him and act like a brat? Hohoho... get ready for a long night.

He'd tie you up with a little vibrator or his fingers playing with your pussy as he makes you say all of your kinks to him.

He'd try them all out one by one, absolutely destroying your pathetic little pussy as you sob and wail :(

And if one of your kinks is orgasm denial.....good luck.

You have been tied to the bedpost for god knows how long, with intricate silk ribbons holding you in place, a tiny purple vibrator attached to your clit by your lover. You knew pissing Fyodor off wasn't a good idea but it wasn't your fault Nikolai basically forced you to! Now you were in this embarrassing position in front of the Russian man. Legs spread and tied back with the ribbons as he toyed with your sopping cunt with that god forsaken vibrator. But there was a catch. You couldn't cum. Every time you were close to your sweet, sweet orgasm the vibrator was abruptly turned off, making you cry out with fat tears running down your puffed out cheeks. Fyodor simply tutted, sneering at you with a wicked smirk as he turned the vibrator back on, overstimulating your swollen clit.

"Fuck, Fedya please! 'wanna cum so so so so bad, p-please!" You wailed out, trying to thrash around but the ribbons were holding you firmly on place. Drool was spilling out from the corners of your mouth as you wailed to your cruel lover, who merely tilted his head. "Dear, didn't you say you were into this? You told me you liked orgasm denial, did you not?" You wanted to strangle him but also wanted to get pounded by him at the same time. You groaned, tears still falling from your swollen eyes, "That's enough, please! N-no more.." You sniffled. Fyodor just smiled, turning the vibrator at it's full setting and watching you throw your head back with a squeal as your pussy gushed, spraying clear liquid all over the silk sheets, soaking them. You thanked him over and over again while chanting his name like a prayer, finally relieved to receive your orgasm. He let you ride out your orgasm before turning the vibrator off. He knelt close to you again, staring with mischievous eyes. "Now now, myshka, what else did you tell me you were into? I'd like to try it out. Tonight."

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[yaasirambles]

Through the Walls- Mark Lee NCT

A lil Mark piece I wrote a while ago. Based it on the song 3:00 A.M by Finding Hope.

Word Count: 555

Fluff, SFW

You sigh, kick off your boots, and tear your jacket off. Your body was freezing from the pouring rain outside. Your hair soaked, clothes soaked. You ran to the bathroom and turned the shower on, letting the hot water run all over you. Bringing your body out of the numb state it had been in earlier. After drying off, you throw on sweats, a T-shirt, and fuzzy socks.

*ding*

You looked at your phone and smiled. Your neighbor Mark texted you. You two had grown close; he was the first to welcome you when you moved into the apartment complex almost eight months ago.

Markie: Vibe sesh? Rain is perfect rn haha

You: Hell yeah. Lemme grab some hot cocoa and I'll be there.

Markie: Cocoa sounds perfect. —5 min.

"Vibe Sesh" was something you do often now. He would play his guitar and sing, and you'd listen through the wall that you two shared, it connected your apartments. Sometimes, you'd sing to him. At first, it started as an accident. You just heard him one day and listened, mesmerized. You told him the next day, and he was embarrassed. But after insisting you liked it, liked his voice, he started doing it more often and texting you when he was about to begin.

You smiled again and went to the kitchen. You were preparing a cup of hot cocoa and grabbing a blanket. You snuggled yourself up in a chair in your living room—the one right up against the wall connected to Marks. You waited a few minutes more, listening to the rain. You got another text from him.

Markie: This one is extra special tonight. It's how I'm currently feeling. So you get a peek inside my heart rn haha.

Then you heard the strumming of his guitar strings, and he started singing. You closed your eyes and sipped your cocoa. Relaxing your head on the chair. Then, you started paying attention to the lyrics of the song as he sang.

"Had you on my mind. And it's not the first time we've gone through this. Wanting you more and more. I can't help but think of what we could be."

Your heart started racing a little. The truth is, you had a crush on Mark. What was there to dislike? He was great. Sweet, caring, talented, and kind. His laugh was adorable. He was a little awkward but in a charming way. Could this song be for you? You didn't want to overthink it. But what if...

When he finished the song, you rushed to your door and threw it open, ready to go to his apartment and shoot your shot. He was already standing there, in front of your door. Both of you were breathing a little heavily.

"That one was about you." he said

"Oh, thank god," You sighed, looking into his eyes and then throwing your arms around his neck and kissing him. His hands rested on your waist as he deepened the kiss. Desperation and relief on both of your lips.

You pulled apart and smiled at each other.

"It's freezing," he laughed, and you looked at him. Realizing he was only in sweatpants and a tank top

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. Get in here." you pulled him into your place and closed the door. Making more cups of hot cocoa and spending the night talking and listening to the rain. Thank god for those connecting walls.

[veersnz]

Q&A Time ! ✨

Here's the awaited Q&A ! Thank you so much to everyone who submitted questions, it warms my heart so much !!! And sorry for the little delay, I had some plans (//ω//) "I adore your accent! Would you consider doing a wav trying to holdback your sneezes?? Or maybe a sneezing while hiding scenario!" - Awww thank you so much you're so sweet!!! Yess I'd love to do a sneezing while hiding scenario ! I think I even wrote a scenario about that a while ago but I think I lost it somewhere in my old phone (╥ω╥). But if I have the time I'll definitely try to whip up something related!! "for the q&a! what are some of the positives/happy moments for you that have come from having the kink? ☺️" - Aw that's such a fun question~ thank you! I'd say the relationship I had with my ex perhaps ? You all probably know who I'm talking about and since we shared the kink we definitely had some fun related to that. Yes our bond ended but some of the times we shared were quite nice~ aside of that I think the opportunity to join this community was also a pretty big positive addition in my life~ lots of great things came from it (─‿‿─). And also weirdly enough, just having the kink in and of itself haha! I enjoy having it, it spices things up and I enjoy that a lot~ "Hi Veer! What made you decide to start sharing your sneezes?" - Hii !!! I think the first time I did it was just out of boredom xD and horniness. I didn't expect anything of it but a while after I saw a sudden influx of people coming to my blog and the enthusiasm they had for my sneezes inspired me to make more wavs ! "Also, do you have any particular favorite sneeze scenarios?" - Oh jeez I have a lot haha (//▽//). I love anything mess related haha I'm a huge messfucker at heart. Inducing is one of my soft spots too, just throw in a bunch of feathers and I'm down xD Also anything involving a dom/sub dynamic, those are amazing~ Combine all three and I'm sold (ง ื▿ ื)ว. I'm just sad feather-inducing is such an under-appreciated scenario haha

"Ever had any close calls/anyone finding out about the kink?"

Oh god yes („ಡωಡ„), in a drunken state once I almost admitted to it in front of a crush I had. Needless to say I tried to deflect it and just blurted out "oh no..I-I just think sneezes are..funny!". She didn't really buy into it at first, I don't know if she had suspicions or something. It was pretty embarrassing and I hope she doesn't remember anything (；￣Д￣). I'm usually not too ashamed of my kink and often I end up telling my good friends once I'm comfortable enough. They never judge it and we joke about it pretty often. Like one of them will sneeze randomly and the rest of the group will look at me like "You liked that didn't you ? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)" and we'll have a good laugh xD! Tho once I end up dating someone, I'm much more embarrassed of it and it takes me a while to come clean (⊙_⊙)

"Are your cold sneezes different than your allergy sneezes?"

Hmmm to be completely honest I never paid close attention to it ^^'. I don't sneeze that much when I have a cold, I'm just mainly congested and feverish (which sucks ass). I'd say perhaps there's a liiittle difference, like my allergy sneezes will be more rapid and soft whereas my cold sneezes can be more drawn out and a tad harsher. There's not that much of a difference to be honest. Perhaps the difference lies in how messy the cold ones can get haha. The biggest difference I can state is between my "natural" sneezes and my "induced" sneezes; the natural ones are usually soft, with a bit of spray and a very subtle buildup. The induced ones on the contrary are very harsh, have a pretty lengthy and dramatic buildup, lots of mess and pretty much bend me in half xD (//ω//)

"Do you use tissues or something else to sneeze/blow into?" Mainly tissues yeah ! I always carry some with me because whenever I sneeze throughout the day, my nose fills up and I don't like being left sniffling like a toddler lmao. But if I have a cold I have this habit of picking an old shirt or two and using them to blow my nose into, I find them to be a lot more gentle on the skin and more respectful of the planet lmao xD. If I don't have any tissues available I usually use napkins or anything that can act like it. And if nothing of the sort is at my disposal then my sleeves or my shirt will have to do (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄) "Do you have anything you absolutely cannot stand when it comes to snz? I know for me blessing people is hard sometimes lol" My parents sneezing (ﾉಥ益ಥ)ﾉ. Literally wanna throw myself under a bus whenever I hear them. My mom has those loud sneezes and they always come unannounced (x . x). My dad on the other hand makes these weird faces and of course he sneezes in triples or quadruples (ノ°益°)ノThankfully they don't sneeze a lot so I'm not subjected to this atrocity too much lmao. Blessing people isn't too much of a bother, it definitely feels weird and I don't enjoy it but for the sake of being polite I can manage xD

And that's it! Thank you all soooo soo much for submiting all those questions to me, I had a blast answering them !! Hope you all have a great day/night !! (´ ω `♡)

[shaunsummers]

Some Sluts Move In

"...Okay, cool." Siren sends a nod Quinn's way but was all too relieved by the distraction. Glancing at the little cats with plants in them, a charmed smile slowly grows. She didn't know fuck all on plant care or even what they were but there was no denying the cuteness; and it was sweet of Sam to do this. "That's adorable."

And just in time to see Tek's near ass busting, Lilith cautiously moves around her with a box in tow. "God damn, be careful."

"Lilith." Siren motions her over. "We have housewarming plants."

Instantly, her eyes light up in seeing them. And being offered by this hippie vibe stranger that smelled of sandalwood, no less. This one was already in her favor. "Oh, I'm taking the white one. Obviously." With a light chuckle, Lilith shifts the box to one side to be able to lift her sunglasses. She greets her with a welcoming smile. "You must be Sam." It was an easy assumption and she did match Rebel's description. Definitely looked like she was ready to set up a tent at Coachella. Yep, had to be Sam. "I'm Lilith."

Rebel pauses at the comment. Was...that flirting? No, no that had to be a joke. Before she could dwell on it for long, however, her eyes widen in the sudden reminder of Tek's lack of dexterity. She had to keep her away from the stairs after the drinking started. Nonetheless, Rebel plucks her phone out of pocket to connect to the speaker in the living room. Devin was no where to be seen. So she already knew where she was. Poopin on the job. Oh, Rebel knew what time it was. Time to play Devin's favorite playlist. And with the sweet sound of Taylor Swift pumping through the stereo, Rebel darts off to assist Tek outside, "Help is on the wayyyyy!"

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"Cool, cool." Quinn lets it go at that and wanders off to the kitchen, not wanting to marinate further in the awkwardness between them. She also didn't want to be out there carrying shit in, either, and decides to instead start getting some cups of ice water ready as a lazy substitute for help. "If you guys get thirsty, there's drinks on the counter!"

"Thanks." Sam only looks pleased under the positive reception, she'd already been razzed by everyone but Rebel for her love of plants, so it was nice that these two were about to level the playing field. "The white one's chamomile. German. A few babies started popping up around the mother plant, so I figured why not? I make my own tea, if you'd like to give it a try sometime." Sam shifts the pot into her other hand so she can reach for Lilith's, giving it a warm shake. "Nice to meet you. It's cool you guys are coming into the fold." Remiss to let the plant talk slip away, she glances at Siren, wiggling the black cat a little. "And this one's Devil's Horn. Also a baby. Super easy to take care of—just needs a spritz of water every other day—and the ends turn red as it grows. Hardy little dude. But I'll set 'em down in the living room so you can get 'em when your hands are less full. And, if you two smoke, I don't mind sharing a little green when you're settled in. Think we have some beer and a few bottles of liquor, too." It was already a super full house, so why not have a little chill time after?

"Never! I'm invincible!!!" Tek thrusts her fists in the air as she passes Lilith, not letting herself linger in the embarrassment of almost eating shit.

"Oh, you're helping?" She swivels to jog backwards and look at Rebel: an obviously smart choice after almost busting her ass. "Cool. Faster moving!" Tek turns to pull out the ramp on the U-Haul, but only groans as she opens it. So full of shoes. "I have the power, WE HAVE THE POWER." She tries to pep herself up, but it still sounds a little whiny. She needs them for the portal. It is a necessary sacrifice! "WE CAN DO IT." She almost sobs, but starts plucking from the tower, regardless.

[starleska]

ooooh an f/o chain, how fun!!! 🥰💖 okay, i tag @iriso-page​, @blackthewolf17, @single-eutanasia, @malramaz and @venuss-ambassador 🎉

my f/os are below the cut 😉

first fictional crush: Jack Spicer (Xiaolin Showdown) 🖤🙈

this boy genius was the impetus for years and years of my villain-loving!!! everything he is, is the blueprint for the kinds of characters i adore...a cartoonishly evil, brilliant scientist whose immense intelligence and ego is offset by the fact that he's a goddamn moron 😂 he's also got that sopping wet vibe that other classic f/os such as Spamton and Dave the Octopus share...they're actually dumb as rocks and in desperate need of a hug 🥺 most recent fictional crush: Wally Darling (Welcome Home) 🥴💖

no surprises here for anyone who's been on the blog recently - Wally has completely captured my heart with his sweet silliness 🥺💖 he's just so beautiful, soft and quirky!!! he has this magnetic charm in the brilliant simplicity of his design, and there's so much interesting speculation to be had about his character. 10/10 character who deserves all of the love he's getting 🥰 weirdest fictional crush: Professor Zündapp (Cars 2) 🚗🔥

having a crush on any fictional vehicle is going to win the obscure vote, but i chose Professor Zündapp over Choo-Choo Charles because at least with the latter, there's a monsterfucking excuse 😂💖 here's the thing...Prof. Z being a car is immaterial. he is just so perfectly my type that i wouldn't notice if he was a car, a human, or a furry. goofy, evil, sinister, intelligent, engineering capabilities, German...(for real i have a stupid amount of f/os who are German or have German accents - looking at you, Comfortable Doug and Werner Werman!! 😅). i was just doomed the second i saw him. a great character trapped in a carwreck of a movie;;; fictional crush you’ve had the longest: HABIT (EverymanHYBRID)!! 🔪💀

although i only got into the Slenderverse in my teens, i think the length of time i was so utterly obsessed with this guy more than qualifies him for the longest-running crush 😖 HABIT hits that terrifying, demonic, creepypasta slasher niche that i just can't resist...who doesn't love a wisecracking, body-snatching abomination with a penchant for knives and is almost always covered in blood? he's certainly not a controversial choice 😳 most obscure fictional crush: Dr. Rowan North (Ghostbusters 2016) 👻💡

oh my god i am so obsessed with him i physically don't know how to contain it 😭💖💖 Rowan embodies what i like to think of as the Dwight Schrute niche of my f/os...these unusual, neurodivergent-coded assholes who are highly skilled and terribly misanthropic. i'm genuinely just so weak for a dreadful incel, and Rowan is so driven and insane it's impossible not to be drawn in by his passion 🥺 he shares the stage with choices like Comic Book Guy and The Riddler...i'm very drawn to nerds who would be dismissive towards me 😭💖 most unexpected fictional crush: Augustus St. Cloud (The Venture Bros)!!!! 🕶💰

the absolute KING of my f/os!!!!! i don't know what happened - at first he lurked in the back of my mind in a, 'ha, wouldn't it be funny if you got obsessed with this guy' kind of way, and now he's one of my absolute favourite characters of all time 😖💖💖💖 i just love everything about Augustus...impeccable style, fascinating voice, and this unrepentant, nasty passion for making his arch-nemesis' life a living hell 🙈 i'm a fan of fat, fancy bastards and Augustus just sits at this weird intersection between so many traits i love in a character...he's simultaneously a serious problem, and laughably incompetent. capable of easily outsmarting others, and a total idiot. he is extremely embarrassing and i love him for it 😂💖 that's all!! hope you had fun with this trip into my silly f/os :3c

Starting a F/O chain bc bored. you dont have to be tagged to make an addition!

@starleska @monsterbride99

In this order:

First fictional crush (you can remember)

Most recent fictional crush

Weirdest fictional crush

Fictional crush you've had the longest

Most obscure Fictional crush

Most unexpected fictional crush

Mine below cut!

1. Bowser is the first one I can remember. Dont ask why I was like, six

2. Inspector Gadget my most recent, and such a dork i love him

3. Phantom virus he's so babygirl

4. Rowan North since 2016 and going strong B)

5. Dr. Nazo I'll eat a boot if you know who this is without googling it

6. Fear the opposite of my regular type, he may live in Riley's head but hes renting in mine

[haledamage]

“You have something in your hair, umm… Do you want me to get it out?” for Kai/Rekke? because both their hair lends itself so well to that one ;-D

“You have something in your hair.”

“Your powers of observation are astounding.” Kai glared up at Rekke, but the effect was greatly diminished by the thousands of white down feathers that covered her and the floor around her.

Rekke picked up the bag that had, up until moments ago, been balanced precariously on top of the door to Kai’s quarters on the Defiant. He held the bag over her head; a few more feathers drifted lazily out of it, adding to the number clinging to her hair. She didn’t look amused. He looked amused enough for both of them.

“You look like a very angry chicken.” At her glower, his grin only got wider. “It is adorable.”

Kai said something in Seki that would have gotten Rekke scolded by his mother.

Rekke broke then, and he laughed until he had to lean against the wall to keep himself upright, until his sides hurt and tears gathered in the corners of his eyes. Kai watched him, arms crossed and scowling, but he saw the twitch in the corner of her mouth that said she was fighting a smile. 

She waited until his laughter died down before saying, “Are you done?”

“You have a feather on your nose.” He pointed to his own face to try and show her where it was.

“I am aware, yes.” She scrunched her nose up trying to shoo the feather away and it made him start laughing again. “Was this your doing?”

“As much as I would like to take credit - and I would love to take credit - I am truly innocent in this.” He held up his hands as if to ward her off. “Your daughter is a gift, Kiki. Clever and very, very sneaky.”

“Vela did this?” Kai brushed her hands over her shoulders, dislodging as many feathers as she could and adding them to the pile on the floor. It came halfway to her knees.

Rekke gave her, then the door, a quick appraising glance. “Ta. She had accomplices, I think. She is too little to reach the top of the door.” He didn’t say it, but she still heard the implied ‘you are too little to reach the top of the door.’

He watched as her expression went from angry to annoyed to a sort of begrudging amusement, and then, delightfully, to conniving. “Are you busy right now, darling?”

“I always have time for you,” he said sincerely.

Kai’s mouth snapped shut, whatever she’d been about to say momentarily forgotten. “I. Um.” She shook herself and looked down as if suddenly fascinated by her fingernails. “I have an idea, but I’ll need your help.”

“That may be the best thing anyone has said to me since you fished me out of the ocean.” He moved closer, helping brush the last of the feathers off her shoulders. “Tell me.”

She glanced out into the main hold. No one was around, all off on some errand or other, but she kicked the door closed anyway before beckoning him closer to whisper the plan in his ear. She could feel his smile growing wider where his cheek pressed to hers.

Between the two of them, it didn’t take very long to clean up any trace of feathers from the floor. Where had Vela even found them all? They couldn’t all just be from Ishi. She must have been planning this for weeks, maybe months. How had she hidden that many feathers from the whole crew? Or was everybody else in on it?

Once they were done, Kai grabbed her brush, sat at her desk, and began the arduous task of dislodging an entire bird's worth of feathers from her hair while they waited for the others to return.

“Would you like me to help?” Rekke asked from where he sat on her bed, watching, enraptured.

"I know how to brush my own hair, thanks," Kai said tartly.

"That is not what I asked, Kiki." Rekke held out a hand. When she didn’t immediately comply, he added, "I have a sister. I have many years practice annoying pretty girls into agreeing with me. Ked sugawa."

"I have two sisters, darling. I’m immune." He just stared at her, hand extended, unmoving and infinitely patient. She knew if she didn't let him have his way this time, he would hound her until he won - another thing she’d learned from having sisters. She considered dragging it out just to see what he'd do, but decided it wasn't worth the risk. With a groan, she handed over her brush. "Fine."

She only got a glimpse of Rekke’s triumphant grin before he grabbed her chair and slid it, Watcher and all, over in front of him, turning it so her back was to him. She jumped at the first touch of the brush, and he chuckled, sounding much closer than he’d been before. "Do not worry, Kiki. I would never hurt you."

"I know," Kai said, and was surprised that she meant it. "I just don’t normally let people do this, is all."

"Then I will consider myself a very lucky man." There was a timbre to his voice that she didn't recognize. She tried to turn, to catch a glimpse of him to try and get a hint from his expression, but he put his hands on the sides of her face to keep her turned away.

Kai didn’t know what to say in reply, so she didn’t say anything. For a while, the only sound in the room the ticking of the clock on the bookshelf and the quiet hiss of the brush. The last time she’d let anyone brush her hair, it had been her older sister, Arabella, who lacked Rekke’s desire not to hurt her as well as his patience. It had taken Bella less than five minutes before she was threatening to find a pair of hedge clippers; Rekke just worked silently, seemingly unperturbed, first with the brush and then with his fingers, removing dozens, maybe hundreds of tiny white feathers and letting them drop to the floor around them like snow.

Even after the last feathers had fallen, he kept running his fingers through her hair, the curls clinging and catching at his hands like brambles. Kai thought about stopping him, pulling away and maybe trying to pretend this never happened, but… it felt nice. And this was the longest Rekke had been quiet since they’d met. It would be a shame not to enjoy it while it lasted, she reasoned.

It was unconvincing, even in her own mind.

The peace was shattered by a shriek from somewhere deeper in the ship. Rekke’s hands fell away from her and he moved toward the door. Kai caught his wrist before he could get far. He turned back and she put a finger to her lips before he could say anything, a smirk spreading across her face. After a moment, he responded with a playful grin of his own.

A knock sounded on the door, rapid and enthusiastic. Kai dragged Rekke with her to the door and shared one more amused look before schooling her expression and opening the door. She leaned casually against it and looked down at her visitor.

Vela was barely visible under all the feathers. If orlans had feathers instead of fur, they would all look like her, puffed up and agitated like a baby bird.

"Is there something wrong, my darling?" Kai said, with as much gravitas as she could muster.

Rekke laughed, but quickly covered it with a cough. Vela crossed her arms in a way that told Kai she was pouting, though between hair, fur, and feathers her face was completely hidden.

Kai knelt in front of her daughter. "It was a good prank, darling. I expect I’ll be finding feathers around the room for months." She touched Vela’s face. "But don’t play tricks unless you’re ready to be tricked. I have many more years of practice at this than you do."

"Okay, Mama," Vela said. She sounded like she was trying to be contrite, but there was a hint of laughter in her voice. "Can I have a hug?"

"Of course, my darling."

As soon as her arms were around her, Vela shook herself, filling the air with feathers and covering them both with them.

Rekke collapsed into laughter once more, leaning on the bed to keep himself from collapsing to the floor. Through giggles, he said, "I can see the family resemblance now, Kiki. Your daughter is almost as lovely as you."

"No one’s as pretty as my mama," Vela said quickly with the peculiar protectiveness only children have.

"Ta. I agree, little one." He smiled sweetly, amusement very briefly forgotten, his eyes only for Kai. She felt her heart skip a beat.

She pushed that reaction away as well as the panic that followed it and did the first thing she could think of to change the subject. She grabbed an armful of feathers and dumped them over Rekke’s head. Vela tackled him a moment later, arms full of feathers, and Rekke fell to the floor, cackling merrily.

[astr0disiac]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟓: 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋

𝐓𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐮 𝐱 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

SUMMARY: Taishiro takes the honor of popping your cherry very seriously.

WARNING(S): Fluff, praise, oral (f!receiving), fingering, loss of virginity, cockwarming

WORD COUNT: 3.6k

SONG: Feel - Jacob Collier

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"Tai..." You whimpered, straddling the plump young man. Your bodies were moving as one, soft fingers grazing over clothed bodies as they discovered new areas that you both seemed to enjoy equally. "Tai..." You repeated, Taishiro catching your whimpers in his mouth as he peppered your lips.

He was nervous, scared even. He couldn't help but feel so lucky that he was able to call someone as alluring as you his girlfriend, his partner. The love of his life. And with being the love of his life, he wanted to treat you with care, as you have treated him. He didn't want to hurt you emotionally, nor physically. So since you started dating a few months ago, you're relationship contained no sexual penetration whatsoever, only oral or sensual hand-jobs. But he craved more than that, and the way you whine your hips against his hard-on showed that you did as well. He laid back comfortably on his living room couch, the room so dark it was if his eyes were closed.

"Tai, baby...it's okay." You whispered against his swollen lips. "You can hold me a little tighter, I won't break." You spoke softly, with promise to reassure that you wouldn't crumble under his touch. Taishiro is a really tall man, towering almost two feet above you, not to mention his soft body that you loved to cuddle into at night. He gave the best hugs, always snuggling you to death when you needed it most. Physical touch was his love language, and you relished in it.

"I know, I just-" Taishiro's voice wanes into a throaty moan as you grinded a bit more. Your arousal mixed with his, practically turning both of your undergarments sheer as his warm hands trailed down to your ass and pressing into him more. You sighed through your nose in content, your clit aching.

"I really want to, please..." Your voice exudes neediness, begging him to just let go a little more.

Taishiro separates from your lips, a suction sound ringing out. He places his forehead on yours, leaning into you as you both breathe in each other's air. He squeezes his eyes, trying to restrain himself, but the feeling of your soaked cunt through the fabric made it so hard for him to focus.

"I know, I know..." He sighs deeply, almost as if he was in pain. "I want to as well, I just...I don't know."

"You do know." You grab his face, squeezing it slightly so that it mushes a bit. He pouts slightly, an adorable expression displayed on his chunky cheeks. "Talk to me."

Taishiro huffs, grabbing your hands, and kissing your palms with a delicate touch. "I, uh..." He mumbles against your hands, the sensation tickling. "I'm just...nervous for you."

You chuckle lightly, a sweet sound that dusts Taishiro's cheeks with a furious pink. "Why? Because I'm a virgin?" The sentence rolls off your tongue with ease, and Taishiro uses your hands to cover his warm face.

"Oh God-"

"Why are you the one getting all shy about it?" You laughed harder. "Shouldn't I be the one blushing?"

"Well, it's different..." Taishiro mumbles, his eyes averted. "I get the privilege of sharing this moment with you. If I'm going to be the one hurting you, I at least want it to feel special." He faintly says.

You give him a loving look, before placing a light peck on his nose. "Anything I do with you is special, I promise you. And it's not like you're trying to hurt me, it's just sex. Who knows, maybe I'll like the pain."

"Stop, don't say it so casually!" He lights, slightly embarrassed. You can't help but giggle, this grown man reacting as a child would at the mention of intercourse.

"You're so immature." You relax into his touch, your eyes dewy with affection. He mirrors the look, the slight sliver of moonlight peaking through and catching in his golden eyes.

"But you love me." He hums in satisfaction. You stand up, grunting slightly as you take his hand.

"I do. I really do."

You pull him off the couch, leading him to his room. Your feet patter lightly on the cool wood, anticipation eating at your insides. You felt so bubbly, so elated that your fingers were trembling as you walked, knees knocking at each step towards his room. You feel a reassuring grip squeeze your fingers, and you turn back to look at Taishiro.

"I've got you."

The two of you make it to his bedroom, the blue moon casting a soft glow, setting the mood perfectly. You were so glad the lights were off, you wanted to revel in the dark during this.

You turn toward Taishiro, face faultless as you stare into his eyes. Fingertips lingering slightly at the loss of touch, you two untangle your digits and let your arms dangle at your sides. Besides the hum of cicadas outside, the only thing that could be heard was your intertwined breaths and hearts pounding as one entity.

Taishiro begins taking off his shirt as you stand there watching with a careful eye. You'd seen his physique hundreds of times, never growing tired of how cute his stomach pudged at the sides, or how his happy trail was neatly trimmed and leading you to a treasure trove of pleasure. Light stretch marks kissed the middle of his ample body, tracing around his belly button. Snapping out of your trance, you grip the hem of your shirt, sliding it effortlessly over your head. As you discard it to the ground, you look up to see Taishiro looking at you with such an enamored look, your stomach swarming with more than butterflies. It felt as if an entire ecosystem were thriving in your being, energy surging through your veins as you looked away shyly. Taishiro takes a long stride towards you, lifting your face using the palms of his large hands.

"Are you sure you want to?" Taishiro asks, his vision clouded with concern. Of course, you wanted this more than anything.

"Y-Yeah." You struggled to get out. It's not that you were getting cold feet, if anything your feet were on fire. Your entire body was burning, making it so hard to function as your mind ran wild.

"Okay." Taishiro glanced down at your lips before pressing a loving kiss into them. He had to lean down quite a bit, encasing you in overwhelming warmth and your breathing accelerated. He gently walks you backwards, yet still attached to your face, your knees hit the back of the bed, and you relax. You melt into the king sized mattress, the comforter nearly swallowing you whole as Taishiro propped himself up. Taishiro separates from you again, going to kiss your cheek, then making his way down to your jaw. You sigh, the frenzy of kisses continuing as he trails them down your neck, nipping slightly.

He continues until he reaches the space between your breast, kissing your sternum as his large hands incase each mound. He kisses your left breast softly, taking your hardened nipple into his mouth as he messages the other, rolling it between his finger tips.

You squirm under his body, the sensation feeling foreign yet familiar as his tongue flicked your sensitive spots, teeth nibbling as he pleases. The feeling of you squirming with pleasure delighted him, heart trembling as he listened to your quiet gasps and sighs.

"You alright?" He gives a soft smile, watching you squirm under his touch. You're body reacted so much differently than before, anticipation causing your bones to rattle as his kisses trailed lower to your stomach.

"Yes..." You give a breathy moan as his hands wander all over, down your waist and finally hooking onto your undergarments. He inches them down your legs slowly, tossing them into the night. He then uses both hands to ease your legs open, massaging your thighs as he watches your cunt drizzle onto his comforter like water. Despite him doing oral on you before, and vice versa, this was different. This story would have a different ending, one you two had been pining for such a long time for. Your legs tense, embarrassment resonating from your soul as you tried to hide your heavy breathing. You didn't want to seem too eager.

"Relax for me, sweets." Taishiro whispered, digging his thumb into your hamstring. You take a shaky breath as he dips down, kissing your inner thigh where stretch marks adorn you as well. He couldn't help but be in awe of your beauty, the lines curving deliciously all the way to your hips. He peppers more kisses on your thigh, inching closer to your sex, which was practically screaming for attention. You watched Taishiro's head disappear, and you look away, unable to watch.

Taishiro looks at you one more time for reassurance, only to see you trembling like a leaf under his touch. He hadn't even done anything yet, but you were unravelling so easily in his hands like yarn. Your eyes were squeezed shut, teeth latched onto the back of your wrist as your chest heaved. He lets out a breathy laugh, his attention going back to your throbbing pussy.

"Keep your legs open, darling."

He laps up your wetness, and you gasp as his warm tongue trails down your slit. He takes his slow, agonizing time as he latches onto your clit, sucking delicately. Your legs quiver at the feeling, and Taishiro has to press your thighs down to keep you from suffocating him. Not like he wouldn't enjoy it, but it was about you right now. Making sure you were comfortable, and making sure you were enjoying yourself. Your succulent taste and whines of pleasure were enough for him.

"Mmmm...Tai..." You moaned, twitching as his tongue flicked around rapidly. He hummed, his cock pressing hard against his boxers as he listened to the sound of your cunt. He licked his lips, tasting a piece of heaven, before diving right back in.

Suddenly, he slides his middle finger into your soaked cunt, and your hips jerk into his face. He continued sliding his finger in repeatedly, curling it along your plush walls. He enters a second finger, and you start to lose it as he kneads around, forcing your cunt to stretch around his thick fingers.

"Tai-! Ah, God...!" You call out his name, his tongue never leaving you.

"I gotta prep you properly. I want to make sure I fit, okay?" His voice at an unfamiliar octave, causing your cunt to flutter around his large fingers. You fist his comforter, needing something to hold onto or you would lose yourself completely, your stomach knotting faster than usual.

"Tai...Tai!" You called out, squirming as you felt your orgasm rushing towards you. He continued, ignoring your protest, fingers digging deeper to hit your g-spot. Your back arched involuntarily, twisting as his speed increased, edging you to pleasure.

"Tai, please wait-!" You whined, your hips still grinding into his face.

"You're almost their baby, I can feel it...It's okay..."

"Tai!" You jolted up, your hands stopping his. It took every ounce of your will to stop you're body from reacting to his touch, your heart fluttering rapidly against you're chest. He stops, his finger still buried into your cunt as he looks at you bewildered.

"Do...do you want me to stop? Was it too much?" He asks in a concerned voice, his fingers exiting you slowly. You shudder, shaking your head, and Taishiro sits up attentively, ready to care for you at the drop of a hat.

"No, no...it was more than enough..." You huffed, calming down to chase your high away. "I just..."

"What's wrong?"

God, you felt so stupid for what you were about to say, what you were pondering on asking. He was going to think it was a childish request for sure.

"I just..." You muttered, losing all confidence. You look away, face flushed with a burning heat. "I want to...I want to feel you when I...together..." You trailed off, feeling stupid mid sentence. You felt you had ruined the mood, especially after practically begging for the man to just steal you're virginity from you. But to your surprise, you hear a goofy giggle, to see Taishiro's face pink yet full of requited joy.

"You're so fucking cute, it hurts, sweets." He says, love decorating every inch of his full smile. You felt so full in that moment, so warm that it didn't even matter what the outcome of tonight was. And Taishiro naturally felt the same. You both just craved being in each others presence.

You lean in and kiss him, and he returns the favor. It starts off sweet, then quickly heats up as Taishiro grabs your face, practically swallowing you whole as he poured all his love and greed into physical touch. Your hands trailed down his body, latching onto his boxers, before it's his turn to stop you.

"No, sweets. It's about you tonight." He whispers against your lips softly as you whimper, wanting to relieve him a bit. He didn't care about his own pleasure, never really had; his main goal has always been to make you feel the way he feels when he's around you. Warm, safe, secure. Trustworthy. He wanted you to know that you could trust him with you body, mind and soul. You felt his motifs every time his tongue entered you're mouth, speaking and mumbling his own form of love.

Taishiro guides you down, laying you back on the comforter as he gets up, your body chilled from his loss of touch.

"Just lay back and relax. Give a sec-"

He gets up, trudging over to his drawer. He opens it, taking out a packaged condom. He slides off his boxers, then walks back to you. He tears the package open with his canines, and slides it onto his large length, his arousal already leaking into the rubber. You throw your head back on the comforter, your breathing skyrocketing again. This was really about to happen.

The bed dips slightly, and Taishiro appears over you again, spreading your legs with one knee. He pumps his swollen cock a few times, sliding it across your slit as lubricant. You moan slightly, eyes wide as you struggle to breathe a bit. Taishiro caresses your face, pulling you to look at him properly. His hair was stuck to his face in light blonde clumps, and you could see his heart beating against his vibrating ribcage. You gulped, stomach clenching a bit more.

"Are you sure you want to keep going? You don't have to do this for me." He asked one more time, putting your needs first again. It made your heart swell beyond capacity.

"Tai, I'm more than positive." Your lips twitch into a grin. He returns it, prodding your entrance once more.

"Just let me know if I hurt you." He whispers. You let out a dry laugh.

"You're the only one I'd want to hurt me this good."

After your consent was confirmed, Taishiro slips himself past your entrance, causing you to gasp as he simultaneously sighs in pleasure.

"Shit, are you okay baby?" Taishiro grunts, feeling you squeeze him ridiculously tight. Your eyes were glued shut, eyebrows knitted at the newfound sensation. You knew Taishiro was large from the sloppy blowjobs you gave him from time to time, often using two hands to properly get him off as well as your mouth. But as he swelled against your tight walls, you realized how big he really was. You simply shake your head "yes", breathing through your nose.

"You've got to loosen up a bit more for me." Taishiro whispered, one hand easing to your clit and doing slow circular motions on the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your cunt flutters, sucking him in more as he increases the amount of inches he slides into you. You whimper, ungodly swears leaving Taishiro's mouth. Tears pricked your eyes, threatening to slip past your waterline at the amount of discomfort.

"That's it baby, you're almost there...you're doing amazing." Taishiro groaned, watching himself disappear slowly in your pulsating slit as it squeezed the life out of him, despite your best efforts. He lefts your knee lightly, gaining more access as it feels like he enters your lower abdomen.

Finally, he bottoms you out, letting out a strangled moan as his pelvis flushes into yours. Your heavy breathes intertwine once more as he litters your face with kisses, wiping away the tears that spilled. You weren't sure if it was the pain or the way he held you so delicately that made you emotional. Or maybe the fact that you had finally found someone you were willing to give yourself to in such an intimate manner.

"I'm in, sweets..." He consoles you, caressing your face gently as your breasts push into his chest, the plushness providing a sense of warmth and comfort as you adjust around his throbbing cock. You grunt, trying to move on your own, mewls slipping past your lips. "Shhh, you did so well...are you okay?" His hand returned to your raised thigh, working his thick digits into your muscles, and you feel as though your body sinks into the mattress even more. He was trying his best to ease any pain you might be feeling.

"Yes, my love..." You whimper, trying to thrust up into him, wincing slightly. "Please...move..."

Taishrito sits up, one hand still resting on your thigh, unable to take his eyes off you as he lifts one of your legs up slowly, dangling it on his shoulder. He kisses your calf gently, slowly grinding his hips into you. Whimpers roll off your tongue naturally as you threw your head back into the pillows.

"You're doing so well..." Taishiro praises you through your discomfort that was waning off, your cunt loosening even more as he slowly plunged himself into you. Your body spasms under his touch as his hand latches onto your clit yet again, his hip speed increasing against his will in a need to orgasm. You made him feel so good, and he wanted to make sure you felt that pleasure as well.

"Ugh, Tai! T- oh, God..." Your cunt fluttered, stomach turning over in tight knots. The bed rocked and creaked, Taishiro loving into you so gently, passion in every thrust. Your bodies glistened in the light, Taishiro gripping your leg a bit tighter to hold himself together. He didn't dare cum until you were ready, abiding by your request that you uttered in the heat of the night. His hand moves from your clit, pressing onto your convulsing abdomen, and a desolate sound escapes from your throat as you feel cock actually inside you, poking and prodding underneath your skin. Something stirs deep within you as he makes love to you against the silk sheets, and you bite your wrist yet again to keep any lewd sounds from escaping your thick lips.

"I'm right there baby, do you feel me?" He coerced, massaging the bottom of your stomach. You bite harder on the back of your wrist before he removes it, revealing a sputtering mess below him. You still withheld your wails of ecstasy, humiliation setting your skin ablaze.

"Let me hear how good I make you feel...it's just me, love." His words wrapped you in warmth as complete and utter filth resonates through the room as you both moan in repetitive unison. Taishiro's moans become pitched and whiny as you twist and turn in his grasp, itching to hold onto him. You reach for his face, more tears falling from your eyes but not from pain of discomfort, of pure affection and intangible love.

Taishiro takes notice of your actions, leaning into your delicate touch, your bent leg being stretched more and more as his hips roll into you deeper. He ensnares your lips, Earth shattering moans being passed back and forth as your toes curled, your orgasm evident.

"Tai, I-I'm gonna-" You whimpered against his lips, as his fingers toyed your twitching clit. He felt a sense of pride swell in chest as he pleased you, his cock throbbing in your plush walls. "Tai-!"

"I'm right here sweets, you can let go."

With your eyes closed, your back arches against the bed, an incoherent moan leaves your mouth as you say something that resembles Taishiro's name. Not even seconds later, he follows suit; hips stilling and filling the condom in a hefty spurt. Your bodies twitch as sputtered moans die down to heavy gasps. You finally open your eyes during your high, as you see Taishiro looking at you lovingly, his hands kissing your slightly sweaty palms.

"Was that okay?" He asks, and you throw him a wild grin.

"The best."

Taishiro chuckles, preparing to exit you but you halt his movements.

"W-wait...not yet..." You stutter, your cunt still pulsating in unison with his length. Taishiro gives you a quizzical look, eyebrows knitted together.

"Sweets, I gotta get you cleaned up."

"I know just...hold me for a bit." You sound a bit pouty, and Taishiro can't resist. You had adjusted a bit to his size, feeling so full and warm. You wanted to live in this moment a little more.

Sighing in defeat, he eases down next to you, still deep within your womb. He entangles you into his arms, your face flush against his chest as you will yourself not to fall asleep.

"Thank you, Tai." You mutter shyly, burying your face deeper into his chest, the vibration of your voice tickling him.

"What do you mean?" He chuckles, placing chaste kisses into your hair. "I should be the one thanking you for allowing me to share this moment with you."

"For taking care of me, ya' big doof." You giggle. "I've never felt so...loved before."

Taishiro rubs your shoulders, earning a slight sigh of relief. "That's because you're my one and only."

You smile gently, snuggling more into his grasp, his hands firm against your back.

"And you're my only one."

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"VORFREUDE."

Summary: Sakusa thinks of you as his vorfreude, his intense anticipation from imagining future pleasures. He swears it's not mere delusions.

Pairing: Sakusa Kiyoomi x F!Reader / slight Komori Motoya x Reader

Word count: 4.5k

Genre & Content Warnings: Slight angst. NSFW. Dark content. Yandere behavior. Porn with Plot. Incel/Bully!Sakusa. Virgin!Reader. Abuse. Non-con. Blackmail. Coercion. Misogyny. Slut-shaming. Slight manipulation and mindbreak. Fingering. Corruption. Defloration. Degradation. Vaginal penetration. Creampie.

Notes: Thank you soooo much to the lovely anon who commissioned this! Took a lot longer than it should've cause academics kept cutting in & joint with my anxiety. But yeah, thank you so much :') Thank you Faiwy for the final beta !! <3

If you're thinking about commissioning me, please refer to this post.

You’re a constant, Sakusa thinks.

For as long as he can remember, you’ve been following him and Komori like a lost puppy—whenever they were, you were sure to be there. He can’t think far back enough to remember when it started, but you were insignia of constancy, that was all Sakusa knew.

He listens intently while you talk to Komori from beside him, voice low and stumbling over your words every so often—he knows you're going out of your way to avoid saying something he could use to pull you apart with, piece by piece like a frail little toy.

"How did the test from yesterday go?" Komori questions you, right as your trio made it to the cafeteria.

Your easy-going smile falters at the mention of it. Sakusa already knows the answer. He shares that class with you, after all. He had the front row seat to see your face flushed with humiliation and how rigid your body grew when the professor told you Sakusa would be tutoring you.

Reminding him that out of everything about you, the way you wore your heart on your sleeve is something that insistently rubbed him the wrong way.

First, because he starts thinking about how easy you make it for people to take advantage of you; it makes his blood boil. Then, he starts thinking about every reaction he could get out of you, like how you'd look from beneath him as he used your body the way you wanted him to.

Because you do, don't you? Why else would you go out of your way to adjust to his habits? To carry around your personal sanitizer and wipes, always making sure the space you were in with them was clean.

Nothing else could explain how you strung along with them like loose thread.

It tugs at the heart beneath his ribcage—but whenever he sees you give all your attention to Komori, the betrayal sinks in, and he's reminded what kind of a woman you are.

A whore.

As you laughed nervously, taking a seat across from them, Sakusa wonders if you're having fun, wonders if for a moment you're riddled with guilt as you flirt with his cousin and him at the same time, in the same breath.

"N-no, it didn't turn out very well," you admit in between stutters, embarrassment creeping back in.

Komori frowns empathetically, "I could help you, you know—"

The sparkle in your eyes is quick to appear. God, you're so cunning. It makes Sakusa consider that maybe you failed the test on purpose, thinking this would happen—but that would be giving you more credit than due. You're just a dumb little girl.

"I'm already tutoring them," Sakusa interrupts, and he's unsure whether to be delighted or angered at the way your face falls sullen.

"O-oh right, but—but I'd love to get your help, Motoya-kun—"

The scoff Sakusa lets out is loud, loud enough to make you wince. "You're dumb enough as it is, you don't need distractions," his words come slicing like knife. You sink in your seat.

Komori laughs awkwardly, giving you a smile—sheepish and apologetic—he's so kind, he's always so kind.

Sometimes you wonder how they're actually cousins; until you're reminded that Sakusa hadn't always been this mean to you. He had always been cautious, but he wasn't ever mean like he was out to get you at every ragged edge.

Somehow, though, the closer you got to him—past his defenses and indifference towards you—the meaner he's gotten.

You were like a moth to a flame, not in the sense that you were attracted to its light, but more so like being punished with burn after burn the closer you got.

But your feelings for Komori begged you at every instance to swallow the humiliation down, at each of Sakusa’s degrading remarks.

You take out your packed bento, wiping at the table with wipes before placing it down, the cousins moving to do the same out of adapted habit, until you notice Komori digging in his bag, eyebrows furrowed like he's confused.

"Motoya-kun? What's wrong?"

He turns to you, scratching at the back of his head, "I think I forgot my sanitizer."

You're quick on your hands, offering him yours without missing a beat and Sakusa's reminded of why he even likes you at all.

You were persistent with being able to stick around them. He thought that was remarkable. That you'd never been freaked out by his habits, you respected his space—something he couldn't say with the people who pushed and disregarded his boundaries. That instead of forcing him to adjust to you, you went out of your way for him to be comfortable with you around.

And he's flattered, really. He doesn't have to wonder if he had a chance with you because surely, he does.

Since he's so nice—nicer than a whore like you deserves, he'll let you know your feelings are reciprocated, then he'll fuck you, because surely, that's what you want… Right?

Then maybe, when you're finally his girlfriend, he can start training you to stop being such a flirty slut, that you belong only to him and that you’re nothing but his property.

But for now, he can settle with the warmth in his chest as he notices all the ways you try to get his attention.

Being with Sakusa is hard, even with Komori around, it was nerve wracking. Conversations with him weren't any easier, if anything, they were more dreadful.

When you ask Sakusa about tutoring you, you do it over lunch just so you avoid having to walk up to him alone. His answer is curt when he tells you to come over tomorrow, and that he’ll pick you up from your place; because you can try all you want to outsmart him, but he’d always catch on.

Because Sakusa was smart, and you were just you.

After lunch, you feel nothing but the dread bubbling in the pit of your stomach—churning and thrashing—because no matter how hard you try to push it down, the fact is that you’re actually scared of him.

Scared of the nitpicking he'll scrutinize you with—the way you sat, the way you looked at him, the way you trembled in his presence alone. You start thinking of what to wear, because even something as little as that can put him off—always commenting about how short your skirt is, how you're showing too much skin, how you're probably doing it on purpose.

But it's nothing you're not used to anymore.

So you tug on your fear, push it into a corner, and you tell yourself that Sakusa is mean, and condescending, and harsh, but he wouldn’t hurt you. You pick yourself up from the corner of your mind, and you repeat in your head like a mantra. Sakusa wouldn’t hurt you.

The ring of the bell breaks you out of your reverie. It reminds you that the day has almost ended, and that it felt like a blink faster than it should’ve been. Still, you pull on your things, gathering them to leave the classroom slowly emptying out.

You make a small sound of surprise when your eyes dart over to the door, where Komori stood, an anxious smile on his lips. He looks like he's been waiting for you, making your heart hammer against your chest like it wants to leap out.

Face-flushed and giddy, you walk towards him.

“Hey, Motoya-kun. What’s up?” You smile, all sweet and bright-eyed. From the pit of Komori’s stomach, something flutters. You only ever look like this when your eyes are on him; he thinks he wants to keep it to himself.

He brings a hand up to his hair, lightly scratching at the back of his head with a nervous smile, and it’s awkward in an adorable sort of way. He’s walking beside you along the corridor, it’s slow and the bit of silence between you is calm.

“Ah, well…” He starts, gaze flickering to the floor and back to you indecisively, “I was wondering if I could ask you to the newly opened café tomorrow. A-after you study with Sakusa-kun, of course,” He stutters a bit, offering you a boyish grin.

It so nearly pulls a squeak out of you, surprised in the most love struck sort of way. Your heart beats out of your chest unlike the way Sakusa makes you feel.

Your heart hammers out of fear of him—but with Komori, it's nothing but pleasant and warm and intoxicating.

Your smile is instantaneous; it comforts Komori as your lips part.

"I'd love to," you answer him softly, though an octave higher.

Sakusa finds you both like this, shyly smiling at each other like lovesick doves. There's nothing pure about you, you shouldn't be smiling that way. Especially not at the face of his cousin.

"Oi," he calls out, even through the face mask, his annoyance seeps into your skin and makes you feel small.

The blood that had rushed to your cheeks dries you pale at the glare he gives you.

"Coach is looking for you, Komori," he follows, yet never taking his eyes off of you.

"Right. I'll see you tomorrow, Y/N!"

Sakusa takes another step closer to you the moment Komori's out of sight. Your grip on your bag tightening, instinctively taking a step backwards.

The action alone makes him practically sneer with you cowering in response.

"Disgusting," he mutters, brimming with venom. "There's nothing I hate more than girls who throw themselves at any guy they see."

Maybe it's the sheer malice in his voice, or the way your eyes catch how his hand moves up—but you flinch, like expecting a hit to come across your cheek.

The pain never comes and when your eyelids flutter open, you're met with hard eyes the color of obsidian yet gleaming with a newfound resolve despite his furrowed eyebrows that suggested hitting you was far from the origin of his intentions.

Without a word, Sakusa walks away from you with his hands shoved in the pockets of his jacket.

You let your body slump against the wall. His eyes burn in the back of your head, almost like they’re warning you.

Right before you head to bed, your phone chimes once, then twice and it’s bittersweet. One from Komori, telling you he’s excited to see you tomorrow, and one from Sakusa—not beating around the bush, it says nothing but ‘9 AM.’

It’s firm and unyielding. Even as your head hits the pillow, forcing your eyes shut, sleep doesn’t come easy—not even at the thought of seeing Komori on a date.

It’s not the sunlight peeking in between your curtains that wake you, nor the sound of birds chirping outside your window. Instead, it’s the ache in your body acting like a bad omen. Nevertheless, you drag your body out of bed.

Your stomach churns but you get ready for the day.

You think the next hour couldn’t come any quicker, because you’re fidgeting on the balls of your feet and somehow, there’s goosebumps rising against your bare skin.

Your phone blinks back at you with a minute before nine o’clock but you already hear the knock on your door. Your breathing halts even as you move hurriedly to open it—and even when the air hits you as you find Sakusa on your doorstep.

You feel his eyes wander, from the very top of your head, down to your feet, and he mutters, “You look nice today.”

The blush that creeps on your cheeks is only natural. Compliments in any form that came from Sakusa were hard to come by—only because they were compliments in the most genuine, honest of ways.

Sakusa is mean, and if you were more honest with yourself, he’s a bully. But Sakusa, mean or not, is still Komori’s cousin; so you give him a smile, palms going clammy.

“Thank you, Sakusa-kun…” You trail off, hesitating on your next words, “You look nice today, too.”

And he does. The dark color of his clothes complimented his pale skin and dark, curly hair, and despite being covered by the mask, his pristine beauty seems to gleam through. Even seemingly unfazed, his gaze on you softens by a fraction.

As abrupt as it appeared, he’s already turning away, “Hurry up,” he quips, but his voice is softer because you look nice today were words that confessed his truest feelings—the ones that reminded him he’s so in love with you and that you’re the cause of warmth in chest.

Even when you strut around trying to get Komori to like you, Sakusa doesn’t attempt to deny the feelings he harbored, because you look nice today, too should mean something, shouldn’t it?

You know you’re dressed up for your date with Komori, but Sakusa doesn’t know that; so in that moment, he appreciates you. For once, there isn't one insult that lingers in his tongue or even in his head as he walks slowly.

Sakusa is nice today, you note as he keys the lock to his place. He had awkwardly placed his hand on the small of your back on the short walk it took from your place to his, guiding you along the sidewalk.

You've only been to his place once or twice, both times were with Komori, so you weren't familiar with the directions. The walk was silent, and in his silence, you found a reason to relax—just enough to make you think that this might go well.

Despite all awkwardness, Sakusa is forward. Seeing you sat on his couch so comfortably, the skirt of your dress riding up slightly, does nothing to hold back his urge to keep his hands on you.

It's a good thing he doesn't have to keep his hands to himself now, right? Since you like him so much, you'd let him fuck you now… Right?

Sakusa's movements are sly, that's why you don't question how he walks closer towards you, sitting so, so close to you—that's why you choke on the lump in your throat when his hand shoots out to grab you by the wrist, pulls you in, then presses his lips on yours.

The second that passes is only because you couldn't wrap your head around Sakusa—lips pressed against yours and body so close.

But the next second, you're pushing him off roughly enough to stop him and he's looking at you confused.

"Sakusa-kun, I think you misunderstood—I like, I like Motoya-kun, I didn't mean to—this is—" you're trampling over your words, looking at him with panicked eyes.

Sakusa mutes out the sound of your voice, all he can hear is the beating in his chest and the ache of it—the sound of his heart dropping to his stomach. He should’ve known.

All the softness in his eyes are gone. His hand, still wrapped around your wrist, gripping tighter and tighter; your heart skipping obnoxiously against your chest. Something about the way he's looking at you now petrifies you.

His silence feels deadlier than his destructive words, deadlier when you wince at his grip, whimpering, "Sakusa, you're hurting me—please," and still, he doesn't let up.

Not when he's roughly tugging you from the couch, taking your arm with a bruising grip, then he's hauling you somewhere. You thrash, panicked pleas calling out to him and apologies he doesn't deserve but you offer him anyway. All your protests are rewarded when he halts, turning to you without a hint of remorse, pushing you to the floor—his foot comes to your side, kicking you with a force that knocks the breath out of your lungs.

Bile is rising up your throat, coughing and arms shooting to your stomach to protect yourself. Scared feels too small of a word to describe the feeling that looms over you as he takes your arm again, dragging your curled up body.

Sakusa shoves you inside a room, even as you flail around and beg for help, his face remains impassive; whatever force you’re putting in the way you try to break free from his hold is futile. Of course he’s stronger. Of course, but you can’t possibly accept this, can you?

You made Sakusa yearn—disgustingly grapple on his feelings so needlessly, and nothing, he thinks, could be more unforgivable.

So he secures you on the bed, bound and within his claws, for you to take responsibility for the yearning you've planted inside of him.

"S-Sakusa, please," your begging sounds like a whimper. "I-I won't tell anyone! N-not even Motoya-ku—!"

You hear ringing in your ears before feeling the sting across your cheek. From inside your mouth, you can taste metal.

"You won't tell anyone either way," he mutters apathetically, like the idea of you telling anyone isn't a threat, "No one would believe you…"

He pauses, gaze on you hardening for a second, "You don't want Komori finding out you only got close to him because you wanted me, right?"

The sound of disbelief that escapes you is small, even the wide-eyed betrayal that flashes in your eyes does nothing to make him even pity you.

"You–I, I didn't—"

At your stuttering, Sakusa clicks his tongue, "You're such a dumb girl you don't even know what you want."

"That's not true, Sakusa—"

He glares down on you. The bed dips, bracketing your body between his knees, hovering over you, then leaning forward. His hands move slowly as if caressing you before grabbing your hair with a stinging tug.

The fear pooling your eyes only makes him even angrier.

"I hate that face," he grits out, "Always looking at me all scared, then you look at Komori like a shy innocent bitch, it pisses me off."

Pretty as you are, he lands another hit across your cheek—hard enough that you can feel a cut on your cheek trickling down with blood, the side of your ear going deaf. You’re not sure anymore if it was a slap or a punch—all that you know is that it hurts. Your vision is blurred when you open your eyes, but even through them, the insanely expressionless eyes of Sakusa are clear.

It dawns on Sakusa that you wouldn’t date him. Of course you wouldn’t. Sluts like you go for guys like Komori—so he’d just have to take you by force, make you date him by force, make you love him by force.

Besides, you look prettier forced, he observes. Your face tear-stained and bloody makes his cock throb in his pants. With your body weak underneath him, so helpless that it disgusts him and fuels him with desire all at once.

Something about your weakness, the innocence that spills from you contradicting his firm idea that you’re a dirty whore makes him livid. He pictures you painted with bruises and cuts, the image sending a shiver down his spine. Clenched fists pull back, only to land on your sides, on the same places he kicked you.

What makes you feel sick at the stomach more than the abuse he inflicts on you is the way Sakusa’s movements lack hesitation as his hands travel to your bare thighs.

"W-what are you doing?”

It's disgusting. Women like you are disgusting. You lead him on just so you can take advantage of his feelings like this—that even if he knew better, he'd still soften up for you.

It's you who lured him into this, he almost sneers at the thought. You were truly vile, and yet he loves you all the same—wants you all to himself all the same.

"Omi?' You breathe, frightened. The nickname falls affectionately, though, putting all your hope into it, wishing it would tug on his heart enough for him to let you go.

“Let’s talk about this, Omi? Please?” You cry, searching for his eyes—the ones trained on your thighs as he glides his hands against them, your dress bunched up to your hips revealing your baby pink panties. Your sobs only grow louder as he goes further up, going on as if he’s in a trance where he can’t hear you groveling at him to stop.

Strong, calloused hands stop at the band of your panties, fingers hooking, and only then does he look back up at you. Dark eyes drown you as he tugs them down torturously slow, exposing you to him in your most vulnerable state.

The same second you attempt to force your legs shut, comes a biting pain on the inside of your thighs, instantly blooming his handprint at the force. Your mouth opens to wail at the pain, but it’s the same wail that Sakusa swallows as he brings his lips to yours with a kiss so treacherously passionate.

Sakusa pulls away quickly though, eyeing your bare cunt, he brings his fingers to your slit, experimentally rubbing up and down and your response is immediate, somehow. Your slick gathers on his fingers, body squirming from beneath him.

“K-Kiyoomi, it feels weird—stop, please,” yet your hips buck into his fingers as he prods at your tight hole, “Don’t—Not there—N-no one has touched—”

He lifts an eyebrow, “You’re a virgin?” His question sounding more of a comment, because the hesitant nod you give him is almost needless when you hiss at the intrusion of his digit pushing inside of you; your walls clamping down on it, body tensing, he brings a thumb to your clit, circling with enough pressure to make it feel good.

And it’s wrong. So wrong, but it feels good because you’re moaning against your will, whimpering at the curl of his finger and at the additional finger he’s slowly sinking into you.

The stretch is uncomfortable and foreign. Nothing is in Sakusa’s mind but at the thought of you absolutely untouched, absolutely all for him to ruin. Your body instinctively leaning to his, submitting to his ministrations—fingers scissoring and pushing in and out of your pussy, the sound of your slick echoing in your ears as if to taunt you, but your legs are trembling, your gasps are broken and there’s a pressure in your pelvis about to snap.

“You’re so filthy,” he mutters, but he looks at you like you’re the farthest thing from filthy, and his comment is exactly what makes you break, eyes rolling to the back of your skull and cunt creaming around his fingers pathetically.

You feel so dirty, especially at the sound of your slick as he pulls his fingers out and shoves them inside your mouth—the taste of you tainting your tongue. Shaking your head profusely, you beg him with your eyes, “No more—please, I don’t want this.” you weep, muffled.

“Suck,” he commands, but your defiance is clear before you even shake your head, so he pushes his fingers down further, choking you until you gag and find it hard to breathe.

“Suck,” he repeats, and you relent.

Watching you suck messily on his fingers, drool and tears disheveling you, dried blood sticking to your skin, he frees his twitching cock out of its constraints.

Though hazy, your eyes catch it, the thickness of his cock—hard and flushed at the tip—your hands tugging at your restraints feebly making you panic and choke on his fingers, nearly biting down on them.

He’s quick to pull them out, glaring down at you with dark eyes, jaw ticking as his hands curl into fists; knowing what’s to come doesn’t prepare you any more at the excruciating pain of his abuse, even more so at his length pressing against your wet folds—cockhead nudging your puffy clit and making your cunt drool on him.

Both hands dig into the flesh of your thighs, pressing them to your chest. The pain on your face numbs at the sensation of him prodding on your entrance, ripping you apart and increasing the pain—your head throbs as he stretches your cunt with his fat cock, barely giving you time to adjust as he starts to move slowly despite your tense walls barely allowing him.

He curses as he ruts into you, bathing in your cries and moans, violating and invading the entirety of you. The pleasure of feeling you and having you just like this seeps into his bones, turning his languid thrusts more desperate.

“You make desperation look so pretty,” he groans, “You’re making such a mess, you like being forced like this?”

He insults you, but you’re everything he always wanted and more—the taste of your skin as he sucks marks onto your neck as if you were his to own, the clenching and humiliating sound of your cunt squelching as he pounds into you and grunts against your skin. His cock throbs inside you and drags along your velvety walls deliciously; all you can think is that you hate this.

Pressure, pain, the drowning pleasure of Sakusa all over you and inside you don’t allow you to retreat to the back of your head and forget. Not with the burning euphoria building up in your stomach or the moan that slips from your lips as Sakusa brings one of your legs down, bringing his hand to your breasts and thumb swiping around your sensitive nipples.

“O-Omi, please,” you sob, weak and submissive—just how you should be. Your nails dig into your palms, arms aching from your restraints. “I-I’m gonna—I think I—”

“Y-you really are a whore,” he spits, voice strained yet patronizing, still. “Do it, then. Cum on my cock.”

His hand moves in between your thighs, fingers pressing and rubbing circles on your clit as you cry out, tight walls clamping down on him and stuttering his already sloppy thrusts, your arousal running down his length and down to his heavy balls slapping against your ass.

Your moans come out as squeals of his name, your back arching and breath catching in your throat, vision going white as he continues to fuck into you.

His breathing is ragged, moving to bury his face into the crook of your neck in an odd show of affection, your swollen cunt pulsating around his cock as he suddenly stills, his low groan vibrating against your skin as he empties inside you.

You want to cry—but nothing comes out, all you can feel is the bruises on your skin, Sakusa’s cock buried deep inside you and his cum leaking from your abused hole, the stickiness and the sweat.

Maybe Sakusa’s right. Maybe you are disgusting, because as he peels himself from you, thinking it’s all over—Sakusa doesn’t undo the ties keeping you on the bed.

He reaches towards the bedside table, grabbing his phone. The sound of the shutter going off once, twice, over and over with the camera directed at you pulls your soul out of you.

“Omi—?” Your question remains a lump in your throat, but Sakusa is smart. He doesn’t need to hear your question.

“You’re my girlfriend now…” He mutters carelessly, “but I’m sure you don’t want Komori to see how you like to be fucked, right?”

[ghstdoll]

regulus was the smartest person she's ever met, after all there weren't many people their age who knew how to create their own spells. he was like no one else she's ever known but there was something else about him that kind of surprised her. he was sensitive, almost naive in a way he wanted to see the best in things and situations even as a death eater he never seemed hateful but as though he truly believed this message their elders passed down to him, making him think he'd be some type of hero to purebloods. it's even now, he speaks of his actions as if he'd actually done anything wrong or if anything he could've done would've prevented his mother from being a psychotic bitch. "reg, no offense but I think she would've found a way to attack me regardless of what you did or didn't say...I'm just happy you did say something." she assures him with a sad smile.

she doesn't disagree that walburga seems passionate about her son, not really knowing anything of her relationship with the eldest other than a locked bedroom and a portrait with his face burnt off. but she's not so sure how she feels about the way the woman seems to go about her 'love' for regulus in fariness she never had much of a good relationship with her own mother but what kind of woman freaks out that their son is happy with the woman he's going to spend the rest of his life with? she simply sighs unsure how to process any of this or even tell him how she feels.

she loves him more than life itself and she wants nothing more than to spend her life by his side, starting a family with him and growing old together. which is why she's thrown off by his response to her words, brows knitting together in confusion as blue eyes flicker towards regulus, turning to face him after he let her skirt fall.. "I know you wouldn't...baby look at me." both of her hands coming up to cup his cheeks, looking at him with adoring and worried eyes as she watches the confusion and pain inside of them. "I want to bring kids into this world but not for the sake of our families or some stupid ideals on bloodlines, I want to have your babies and I want to raise those kids together but..." she brushes her thumb against his cheek. "I don't want our kids to be raised around conditional love and anger....I don't want to have another family dinner where your mother is accusing me of making you act out and embarrassing you and I don't want my children to ever have to fear for themselves around their grandparents. I know you would never let anything or anyone hurt them or me and I know you want to protect me but we have to make a decision for their future and I'm not so sure being inside this house forever is safe." she tries to explain, assuring him she's not having second thoughts on their family or him just that she wants better for their future children. "and you are not your parents oh god, you are the most brilliant and sweet person I've ever met. you're nothing like them just because you share a last name doesn't mean you would be a bad parent. I do believe you, and I love you and I need you to understand that you are a good person regulus." she leans up nudging her nose against him, trying to ignore the fact she's comforting him without any clothes on.

"I love you and I'm proud of the man I'm going to marry, sweet boy." she pulls back, looking up into his eyes with a kind smile. before him she was a lot angrier, a lot more chaotic and alone but he's shown her what love is and what it can be like. "this marriage isn't about them anymore, not to me. it's about you and me and I'm willing to play nice with your mom until the wedding but after that...you're not hers anymore." she says softly brush her nose against his. "you're mine."

she feels overwhelmed still, her throat hurts from crying and her eyes sting she just wants everything to work out and she wants to stop being so stressed about everything. but most of all she just wants to feel his touch again and be wrapped up in his arms and despite her tears she can't help but feel a bit needy as well. his words about having her whenever and wherever still in her thoughts as she stands here being undressed by him, especially as his fingers wrap around her panties to pull those down as well, still wet from that same moment earlier in the night. she smiles warmly, letting her arms wrap around his shoulders all pressed up against him. "I'd really like my bath now if you wanna still give it to me."

he smiles a little at how she tries to downplay his involvement. “i lost my temper and antagonized her,” he says gently. “i stand by what i said… i just wish i’d been able to take all of the heat instead of causing her to attack you more.”

he doesn’t disagree that she should focus on her own marriage, wishing she would just stick to applying her ideals to her own relationship instead of dictating what’s going on with his soon-to-be marriage. “i think she puts everything into her children… she refuses to talk about what happened with my brother, back before he went to azkaban for killing people. but i have this feeling that she cares more about us than my father, sometimes.” when she wasn’t acting crazy it was nice sometimes, having a mother that he thought loved him. but so much of it is easily disrupted and it’s starting to feel conditional in some strange way.

he’s just glad that salem is hugging him back, sniffling at the last of her tears. he lets her go when she pulls away, instead focusing on undoing her top from the back. he gently traces her skin with his fingertips, listening to her speak. his smile falters a little, not expecting some of her words.

until this marriage, he hadn’t really seen this side of his mother, and he certainly hadn’t thought of his parents as violent or full of hate. the way she says it stings a little, especially because this is all he knows. what does it say about him, that he’s their son and constantly praised for being the spitting image of both of them? what does it mean that he’s the favorite, the pride and joy of the family? all of it hurts, a pain clawing at his chest that makes it hard to breathe for a moment. tears fill his eyes as he drops his hands, stepping away. “i would never let my kids be hurt,” he says a little defensively, but there’s a hint of confusion in his voice, like he doesn’t know himself. would he? would he be the kind of parent that allowed his child around someone like his mother, who just tried to throw a vase at him half an hour ago? he knows salem might be right, somewhere deep down, but it’s hard accepting that his parents are like this— that it would be bad in any way for them to be around his child. not when he’s grown up loving them and doing everything for them— even initially agreeing to a marriage because they wished it.

he takes a shaky breath, looking away to try and gather himself. “i get why you don’t want to bring kids into this family… as much as it hurts that it feels like you might be having second thoughts, i can’t blame you for not wanting to have children around them after tonight. but if my parents are bad people, then what does that say about me? i mean, i am them… everything i’ve done is for them.” his eyes sting and his chest clenches, a lump in his throat making it hard to breathe. all he wants is to be loved, by his mother and father and by the girl in front of him, and at this moment everything feels unattainable somehow. “i don’t want her to hurt you again… and i won’t let it happen. i hope you believe me.”

it hurts him that she says she wants him to figure out if she wants that life with her, even if he knows why she’s saying it. “i want you and there’s nothing to figure out,” he says quietly, struggling to push back the tears. everything about this is overwhelming— that his mother hurt her tonight and that he has to grapple with the people who raised him maybe being bad people. that all of this is causing stress on salem or their marriage is too much to bear. 

even still, he finishes taking her top off, wanting to help her get ready for bed like he suggested. “you don’t look like a whore, but even if you did i’d like it.” he loves the way she dresses and the way it makes him feel, horny for her just from checking out her beautiful body.

her bra falls off and he swallows, trying not to be turned on by the sight of her breasts hanging free, even if he can’t fully see them because she’s facing away as she bends over. his gaze settles on her ass, his skin feeling hot as he stares at how perfect it is in her tight skirt, which she’s now asking him to take off. “okay,” he answers quietly. everything has been overwhelming and he’s still a little drunk, making it difficult to be very charismatic at this point.

so he reaches out, placing his hands on her ass and sliding up, feeling her a little before his fingers finally hook on the fabric. he’s not sure if she’s in the mood for anything right now, especially with both of them crying, but he figures she wouldn’t mind him touching her a bit if her bending over motion was any indicator at all.

starting to roll the skirt down, he tugs it down her thighs, helping her pull it all the way off her legs. she’s left in her underwear, so he hooks his fingers into the side, starting to pull them down. he wonders if she’s wet, feeling the way they catch for a moment before being free to tug down. he can’t stop looking at her ass, staring at her perfect bare cheeks, his hand gently cupping one of them.

[lalaangeldust]

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 𝐱 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 [ 𝟑𝐤+ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 ]

[ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ] : gross sticky icky fluff // friends to lovers troupe <3 // hanta is a huge dork, we all been knew this // hanta is also sickeningly sweet and affectionate // GOD, I JUST LOVE HIM SO MUCH

[ 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ] : on a clear night, you go out to stargaze on the dorm roof; nothing out of the norm for you but in the middle of admiring the stars, sero comes out to join with something big he needs to get off his chest.

[ 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 ] : you - blue // sero - orange

[ 𝗺𝘆𝗸𝗶𝗲'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 ] : i'm totally not projecting my fantasies onto sero and i'm totally not a sucker for friends to lovers fics :| /s

Sitting on the cool concrete of the dorm roof, the night illuminated by nothing but the streetlights below you and the stars above as you lay in silence with your legs propped against the roof's ledge. You've always thought the best part of UA was how it was out of the way so the stars are clearer than they were back in the city. Although graduation is soon and end of year exams are menacingly looming over you, you couldn't resist the urge to come out and soak up the full moon's gorgeous light. Nights like these, alone on a clear night, soft music playing through your headphones, scanning the vast sky, connecting the dots as your eyes wander to make constellations of your own are arguably one of your most favorite things in life.

The only thing that could possibly make this better is... him.

Eyes trailing to the brightest star you can find and admiring how it sticks out from everything else in your vision, your mind uncontrollably wanders to Sero. How that star kinda reminds you of him...

Ugh! what a ridiculous thing to think! Damn him for always finding a way to worm into your thoughts. Your hands fly to your forehead with a smack, outwardly groaning as you drag your fingers down your face in an attempt to shake off your thoughts. You've been friends with him for nearly three years! You would think you'd be over your petty crush on him by now. You two are practically siblings with how you two are almost always attached at the hip, always causing trouble together, always there when the other needed it, always making you feel safe... It would be weird to have feelings for him... right..?

But before you could rationalize your emotions any further, a hand reaches for your headphones, lifting one side off your ear as you hear a soft voice murmur behind you, “The moon’s beautiful tonight, isn't it?”

You practically jump out of your skin, immediately shooting up to take a defensive position. Although you can’t make out the silhouette you’re now facing, the all too familiar laughter that comes from them is more than enough to give away who this false intruder could be and you sigh in relief.

“Sero! You scared me half to death!!” you exclaim, relaxing your shoulders at seeing his familiar frame emerge through the dim light.

Tall and lean with a smile that could nearly rival the sun, the boy chuckles at you. His long pitch black hair he's been growing out for the past year cascading down the sides of his face, just barely brushing past his shoulders framing his face in a way that makes his dashing features stand out even more. Sero approaches you wearing a loose muscle tank top with his hands tucked in ill fitting sweats and a pair of black stud earrings he stole from you in his ears.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Sero chuckled, "I didn't mean to scare you so bad, doll". You send him a deep glare through the darkness and he throws his hands up out of his pockets to either side of his head in defense.

"...Maybe you shouldn't sit out here with music blasting in your ears,” Sero snarks back, “I could’ve been a villain,” he continues mockingly, “Not to mention that horrible stance you took. I don't think you’d fair very well against a villain while sitting down,” he teases with a wide grin smeared on his face. You scoff and roll your eyes in response.

“Are you only here to tell me how much of a hazard I am? Or do you want anything else, tape face?” you grumble.

“Oh, you wound me!” Sero exclaims dramatically, “I was simply wondering what my lil’ muffin was up to,” he muses, the dimples on his cheeks becoming visible as his grin only stretches wider as he speaks.

“Oh god, muffin!?!? ew!” you groan, “What the hell, I thought we agreed on no more stupid pet names,” you say with a giggle while scrunching up your nose.

“I didn't think it was stupid,” Sero huffs as he plops himself down next to you and wrinkles his nose back at you, “Muffin is a valid nickname. You just have no taste,” he concludes with a short nod, still smiling like an idiot.

You just roll your eyes and stick your tongue out at him before tilting your head up to go back to looking at the stars. Sero chuckles softly, staring at you for a moment while admiring you as you look at the sky with a softened smile on his face.

“Why you up so late?” he inquired.

“I could ask you the same thing, Sero,” you reply while throwing your head back down to look at him.

“Mmm, well, I was sleeping but… I suddenly woke up and couldn't go back to sleep,” he grunts as he adjusts himself into a more comfortable sitting position next to you.

You hum in acknowledgment before you look back up to the stars in the sky and Sero is left to admire you once again. How your eyes glimmer with the stars as the full moon softly illuminates your frame is a breathtaking view he would never tire of. The look on your face when you gaze at the sky, the look of pure adoration and awe is a look he hopes, prays, dreams you’ll give him one day.

“What’re you thinking, hun?” he softly asks, hoping you’d give him just the slightest glimpse of what goes on in your head. You pause for a moment, taking in his question and wondering how to answer it.

“Just thinking. Thinking thoughts. Nothing notable or important, I can assure you. Just enjoying the clear night,” you say, swerving his question to avoid the real answer. him.

“Ah, that was a rather vague answer,” he jests, mildly disappointed that you didn't let him in and you only hum in response.

“What about you?” you ask, “What made you wanna come up here?”

“Oh, well..” he begins but is held back by a lump that suddenly lodges in his throat, not really wanting to fully admit why he came up here with you.

In reality he hadn't slept at all. He’s embarrassed to admit it but he couldn't stop thinking of you all night, all day in fact. You just about consume his every thought and tonight, no matter what he did, he just couldn’t shake the thought of being with you.

After being so close with you for years now, people often assume the two of you are dating but the idea is almost always dismissed by a shy laugh and an averted gaze... Sero would be lying if he ever said he didn't relish the idea of being in a romantic relationship with you but... You never seemed all that interested in the idea and Sero was too scared to push the idea you may like him even half as much as he likes you. Never going farther than light hearted flirting and banter, some may call him a coward maybe but to him? Being your friend was enough. Well, that was until Mina and Kiri gave him a harsh wake up call earlier that morning.

They were scolding him on how painfully obvious it is how both you and Sero are nearly head over heels for one another, how they've spent the past year pining for one another, yet the both of you have stayed so blind to the fact you have feelings for each other. Absolutely dumbfounded by this, he asks what he should do about it, about you, to which they immediately and overwhelmingly demand him to confess his feelings for you. That is the real reason he came to find you.

“When I was trying to go back to sleep, I thought about something someone said… about taking chances,” he spoke in a soft and thoughtful tone, “Taking that blind leap of faith into the unknown things we’re afraid of because... what’s the worst that can happen…?” he pauses, rubbing the back of his neck, suddenly realizing how silly he probably sounds as he looks at you, “I dunno- sounds kinda dumb now that I say it out loud,” he says dismissively.

“No, no. I don't think it sounds dumb at all. I think it’s very insightful” you say, ushering him to continue by resting your head on your palm as you look at him intently to show your interest.

“Well, uh,” butterflies swarm to his chest as he tries to find the words to speak, finding it much harder to talk when he knows he has your full attention.

“Well, it led me to think about you 'cus I know that's something you talk about a lot as well… and I figured since it's a full moon tonight, you'd be up here,” he concludes. His gaze nervously shifting to his feet, averting his eyes from you to try and calm the fluttering nerves in his chest.

“I’m glad you did,” you hum, a low warmth growing in your chest from knowing he thought about you, “I enjoy your company,” you add thoughtfully. Though you probably just meant it in a friendly way, it didn’t change how much it meant to Sero to know you like having him around.

“I’m happy to hear that,” Sero chuckles nervously, a light blush dusting his cheeks as he slightly scooches closer to you. You take notice and you subtly tilt to the side, leaning in his direction not yet touching shoulders but leaving an opening to do so if he wanted.

“I uh- I also wanted to tell you something- In regards to what I was thinking about…” Sero mumbles nervously, hoping you didn’t catch what he said so he would have an excuse to not go through with his confession. Pretend like nothing happened and move on to just enjoy the simple friendship you two share.

“Oh?” You inquire, “What do you want to tell me? I’m all ears,” Sero fiddles with his thumbs, taking a moment to gather his thoughts before he speaks as you patiently wait for him.

"I- uh, I love you," he blurts, head swimming as he looks at you, eager and insatiably nervous to hear how you may respond, horrified you may not reciprocate his feelings and ultimately ruining what relationship you two did have.

"I love you too, Sero," you giggle.

Sero's heart drops, confidence dwindling as he assumes you thought he said "I love you" in the way you two always have. Just as friends. But he didn't. He meant it. He meant it in so many more ways he couldn't even begin to describe. He didn't expect you to reciprocate his feelings in the first place but that doesn't make him hurt any less.

"No, you don't understand," Sero sighs as he runs his hands through his long, thick hair, "I'm in love with you," You turn you head to him, Did he-? eyes widening at what Sero said, unsure if what you heard was a wishful hallucination or not. When you said "I love you" back, you genuinely meant it in the same way he does now. God, you've been in love with him for what seems like the first moment you two met but you would've never guessed Sero felt the same for you.

You sit in silence for a beat trying processes what Sero had just said to you. Your friend, your closest friend, is in love with you..? Something you've dreamt of becoming a reality. You start to get dizzy from the overwhelming euphoria and anxiety the realization simultaneously brings. You look at Sero, placing your hand on his to ground yourself as you look up at him, a warm smile spreading on your face.

"I love you too, Hanta," you say earnestly. Sero's heart leaps in his chest at your words. Not only did the person of his dreams reciprocate his feelings but they also addressed him by his first name?! He might as well be dreaming. Hearing his name fall off your lips like warm honey for the first time sends him flying through cloud nine.

"Y-you mean it??" Sero stutters, still unable to believe it. You give him a heartfelt smile as you squeeze his hand before standing up. You wordlessly walk around Sero and crouch behind him.

Utterly confused and growing increasingly flustered at your sudden close proximity, Sero opens his mouth to ask what you could possibly be doing but you shush him before he can say a word. Leaning against him, you ask permission to grab his hand and Hanta lets you guide his finger to the brightest star in the sky, hyperaware of every subtle shift, adjustment and breath you take behind him, clinging onto every passing moment.

"You see that star? The really really bright one right there and how it's brighter than the others?" you ask.

"Yeah... why.?" he questions, eager to hear what you have to say.

"Forgive me if this is too cheesy but it sorta reminds me of you," you say softly.

"Wh- I don't think a follow," Hanta replies and you give a short, breathy chuckle in response.

"Out of all the stars in the sky, you stick out to me to most. You're the brightest star," you murmur close to him, guiding his hand back down and you make your way to sit next to him. Hanta takes a moment to process what you said. Him? A star? He doesn't understand how you view him in such a way when there isn't much special about him in the first place... but he tries not to pay any mind to those thoughts as his eyes are glued to you sitting back down beside him.

"Pff, that was super cheesy," he snorts.

"Shut up, I'm trying my best," you grumble, "And... that's what I was really thinking about before you came," Hanta looks at you in awe, nothing but love and kindness filling his eyes as he gingerly grabs your hand, lifting it up level to his face.

"It's aright, doll, I was only teasing.. I think it's cute and~," he hums before placing a soft kiss on your knuckle, "I'm ok with cheesy," he concludes with a wink. Heat blooms on your cheeks at his action and you throw your head to the side, covering your mouth and cheek with your other hand in embarrassment. Hanta chuckles, just about ready to burst at how adorable you are and gets a sudden burst of confidence coursing through him from seeing your flustered form.

"Aw, don't get shy on me now, love," he coos, tugging your arm to usher you to look back at him. You look at him with a flustered scowl and Hanta isn't sure if you did it to intimidate him or what but all it did was make his heart scream for you more. His hand slides to your forearm and his other hand goes to grab your other arm, pulling it away from your face.

"Here, come here, baby," he murmurs, pulling your arms to guide you to his lap. You give little resistance as you follow Hanta's hands, shifting around to make yourself comfortable against him as you settle between his thighs. As soon as you got comfortable, Hanta's arms find their home around your waist, hugging you close and breathing you in. You sigh contently as your back rests against his strong chest, never feeling safer than you do right now in his arms.

"It's ok if I call you baby now, right..?" Hanta asks, not wanting to be too much at one time.

"Well, it would be if we were dating," you tease with a raised brow.

"Wha-?" Hanta looks at you confused for a moment before he realizes, "Oh! How could I forget," he chuckles softly, cupping your face in his large palm, guiding your face too look at him, his dark eyes practically engulfing you in his loving gaze.

"Would you care to be my partner..?" he purrs, voice dipping to a soft and low tone that sends goosebumps down your spine.

"W-well, when you put it like that how can I say no?" you mumble, not being able to help the heat rising up your neck, painting your cheeks pink once again from how small you feel under Hanta's enchanting gaze.

"So... is that a yes..?" Hanta inquires, hand still placed tenderly on our cheek. You nod your head against his palm, fingers caressing up and down his forearm as he holds you.

"Mhm, I would love nothing more," you reply in a soft and tender tone. Hanta melts at your words, feeling on top the world and like he can do anything. An uncontrollable smile erupts on his face, charming dimples ornamenting his cheeks as he hugs you tight to his body not wanting to ever let go.

You shuffle in his arms to turn yourself around in his lap. Now facing him, you tuck your face into the crook of Hanta's neck, wrapping your arms and legs snuggly around his torso. Hanta holds you equally as close, affectionately running his fingers up and down your back in complete bliss with you snuggling up to him.

"Can I kiss you..?" Hanta asks, voice just barely above a whisper. You lift your head up to look him in his deep eyes and you cup his face in your hand. Hanta leans into your touch, grabbing your hand on his face and guides it down just enough to plant a chaste kiss to the edge of your palm. You sigh and softly smile, nodding at the boy's question.

"Please kiss me," you murmur, leaning closer into his body. Hanta places his hand on the back of your neck, pulling you and a colliding your lips together. Though it was clumsy at first, you quickly adapt and your lips lock together like puzzle pieces. Tenderly, Hanta pulls away from you and rests his forehead against yours. The kiss you shared was short and sweet but still left the both of you breathless and yearning for more.

"May I kiss you again?" Hanta questions playfully and you giggle in response while nodding your head against him. He leans in, smiling against you as you mash lips with together, the both of you sighing into the other's mouth. This kiss a lot more confident than the last as Hanta takes the lead to explore every bit of you he can, taking note of every noise, movement and reaction you give. This time you pull away, surfacing for air from Hanta's intense hold on you.

"I can kiss you again, right?" Hanta asks again.

"How many more kisses do you want??" you giggle.

"That is a dangerous question to ask, my love," Hanta purrs into you, his breath ghosting your neck as he nuzzles his face underneath your jaw and lays a soft peck where his face lies, "I'd take all of them," he says, scanning your face for any discomfort but once he sees you're ok with him continuing, he lays another peck on your neck.

You laugh at the ticklish feeling, lacing your fingers through his dark hair as he continues showering you with short kisses.

"Let me know if I'm being too much, yeah?" kiss on your neck, "I don't wanna be too much," another kiss on the neck, "or overwhelm you," kiss on your jaw, "'cus that would be sad," kiss on the corner of your mouth.

"Hanta!" you squeal through giggles.

"I'm sorry, hun" kiss on your cheekbone, "I just can't resist," kiss on your cheek, "you have no idea," kiss on the chin, "just how long," kiss on the nose, "I've wanted," kiss on the eyelid "to do this," kiss on the brow, "And now," kiss on the temple, "I can't," kiss on the forehead, "Stop,"

Erupting with giggles, you desperately try to squirm away as Hanta continues to relentlessly shower you with kisses.

"No, no, no! Hanta!" you cry through your laughter, "No more!"

Giving you one last peck on the lips before pulling away, Hanta finally gives into your pleas and stops his assault of kisses. He presses his forehead against yours as you calm down from your laughing fit, pulling some giggles from Hanta as well because of your contagious laugh.

"I love you," you sigh once you've finally calmed down. Hanta hums in response, placing his hand on the back of your head, letting his fingers lace through your hair.

"I love you too," he says, heart feeling full and beaming with joy.

Forever and always~

𝒇𝒊𝒏 . ✩

[ lil easter egg of sorts for those of you who don't know~ in Japanese when you ask someone "The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" or

『月が綺麗ですね』 // "tsuki ga kirei desu, ne?"

it's actually a very poetic way to confess your love to the person you're asking ]

[ I think it's literally so fucking cute 'cus i myself am deeply in love w/ the moon :) ]

[ if this were a thing in English and someone confessed to me this way, i would immediately demand for their hand in marriage >:| ]

[ god, japanese culture is so cool, i love it sm ]

ALSO- CAN WE NORMALISE ASKING SOMEONE OUT BY ASKING THEM TO BE YOUR PARTNER INSTEAD OF BF / GF????

"would you care to be my partner?" UHBIJNIJAHHHH LITERALLY SO ROMANTIC AND GENUINE HOLY SHIT- i'm making myself simp

RAAAHHHHHHH

[yukimoji]

Oooh your requests are open, I'm so excited! Could I ask for a Tanjiro x Reader in a modern AU setting (Kimetsu Academy, perhaps?) where Reader visits Tanjiro (who's crushing on her) at his bakery and he sees her playing with his siblings? It just warms his heart up and they're all like 'You should marry our brother!' and ahhh just fluff galore! Headcanons, scenario, short fic, anything is fine with me, whatever's easiest for you! Thank you so much! ~Oblivion~

(a/n: hi again!!! thank you so much for requesting! this is such an adorable request, im literally so soft rn ya hear??? tanjiro is such best boy im 😔✊✊,, i hope you like this and have a great day!)

(this became longer than expected, are headcanons supposed to be this long??? per usual, there will typos and grammar errors! happy reading!)

Total words: 1770+ words

Genre: Fluff

No manga spoilers

Warnings: None

Will You Marry Our Brother? ( Kamado Siblings x Reader, Tanjiro Kamado x Reader) I Headcanons

During your time at Kimetsu Academy, you had the pleasure of meeting the owners of a nearby bakery, the Kamado family. You shared classes with the eldest son, Tanjiro Kamado. You became good friends with the boy, and eventually you met his younger sister, Nezuko Kamado. You adored his sister and the two of you instantly became close friends, because of her kind and caring nature.

Since Tanjiro was your classmate, you usually sat beside him. Each chance that he would get, his attention would be focused on you, chatting and asking about your day with an obvious flush in his face. Honestly, you thought it was kind of cute, seeing him all flustered up all around you. You sort of got a crush on him, not that he knew about it.

You would hang out with Nezuko in-between school breaks, eating Lunch with her as the two of you would have girl talks. She would always keep you company, and if ever you needed someone to lean on, you bet that she would always be there to support you.

You could say that you were more than shocked when you discovered that they had four more younger siblings. You didn't have the honor of meeting them properly, because of your busy schedule and just the overwhelming amount of academic pressure on your shoulders that hindered you from visiting their bakery. However, judging by the wonderful stories that Tanjiro would tell you in the middle of school breaks, they seemed like absolute sweethearts, and you were looking forward to meeting them.

However, you would later have the chance to meet them. It was a peculiar day, and the teachers weren't as harsh on you all like they would normally. Not only that, you craved for something sweet and warm. You just wanted to just bask in positive vibes, and you knew exactly where you wanted to go.

Your legs stopped in front of a small shop, and almost immediately, a wave of gentleness hits your body with so much comfort. You entered the bakery, a bell ringing as you begin to salivate at the sight of the delicious treats displayed on the counter. Nezuko takes notice of your presence, and turns around to welcome you with a big smile on her face.

When you finally picked out the goodies you desired from the shelf, you made your way to the cashier to pay for them. As you got near, you heard little strange noises coming from below the cash register. Confusion began to grow as you recognized the strange noises sounded like the sound effects from a popular mobile game. You became even more perplexed as Nezuko's expression hardened, and she instantly marched behind the cashier in slight annoyance.

A loud squeal of surprise erupted as the sound effects abruptly stopped. Then, suddenly, a young boy emerges from the cashier, a sheepish look evident in his face as he rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment. The moment he notices your figure just standing awkwardly behind the cash register, he immediately turns red and mutters incoherent apologies as he would repeatedly bow profusely. You just give him a reassuring smile, and you said something about also liking the game he was playing.

You learned that this boy is Takeo, one of Tanjiro's younger siblings. As he continued to check out your treats, he couldn't help but find you so familiar.

Are you the girl in his brother's lockscreen photo?

After you paid for your orders, you introduced yourself to him, and his suspicions were confirmed. He couldn't help a mischievous smirk form on his lips, as he vividly recalls all the moments his brother would dreamily talk about a girl named [ Y / N ].

You asked him to play one round of the mobile game he played before with you. After seeing how the bakery was not really busy and getting Nezuko's approval, he accepted your offer. You bonded with him over the game, and the two of you had so much fun! You were pretty sure that you played more than one round with the young Kamado!

You were absolutely great at the game, much more so than him! You beat his high score, and he wouldn't admit it, but he swears he will beat your score one day. He could not wait to totally tease his brother about this.

Later on, you meet Hanako, Shigeru and the youngest, Rokuta. You were absolutely delighted to finally meet them. They were exactly how Tanjiro described them, they were all such big sweethearts!

Hanako and Shigeru almost immediately took a liking on you! They bombarded you with so much questions, asking you about your favorite color, animal, and all the little things you liked. The would listen to your answers eagerly, big smiles never fading from their expressions.

They would absolutely invite you to play a few games with them! They looked absolutely precious and you didn't have the heart to say "no". You played so much games with them during your stay, the most prominent being "Tag" and "Hide 'n Seek".

After they become tired from running around so much, they settled on listening to your jokes and puns. You swear they have the most adorable laughter in the world!

Just seeing them being giggling and laughing so much melted your heart into a puddle of joy. These two were absolutely cute and adorable, and they radiated so much positive energy that just fill your entire being with warmth and love.

They think that you are absolutely beautiful and wonderful, just like how their brother described you to be!

And then, there's little Rokuta. At first, he was a little shy to approach you. His big eyes looked at you with so much curiosity, and when you told him your name, his face immediately transformed into one of recognition.

Oh! So you're the [ Y / N ] my big brother keeps babbling about!

You would dote on him so, so much! You couldn't stop the squeals from escaping your mouth as he would adorably babble and tell you about his day! His big eyes hold so much innocence and purity in them, and your mind went absolutely bonkers about how cute this little Kamado is!

When he deemed he trusted you enough, he would raise his little arms up, and his tiny hands would make some grabbing motions. Nezuko would chuckle at his actions and tell you that he wants you to pick him up. You stifled a scream of absolute delight, mustering all willpower not to cry from sheer happiness. A cute and cuddly toddler wanted you to pick him up? Don't mind if I do!

The moment Rokuta is in your arms, he immediately embraces you, his little arms just wrapped around your shoulders. Nezuko cheered you on, commenting about how Rokuta had now grew attached to you. He was nuzzling on your neck, feeling secured in your hold as you silently thanked the gods above for giving you this oppurtunity.

Unbeknownst to you, a pair of Crimson hues stared at you with so much adoration from over the counter.

Tanjiro watched how the whole thing unfold. From your little game matches with Takeo, to your giggling fits with Hanako and Shigeru, and to how you held Rokuta in your arms with so much tenderness. All of this left Tanjiro feeling so much warmth and affection in his chest, and he wanted to cry out from the sheer joy of how much you had gotten along with his siblings.

You were absolutely Wonderful. Exquisite. Magnificent. Beautiful. Stunning. Heavenly.

Just so drop-dead gorgeous.

He's in absolute euphoria.

The boy won't admit it, but he's imagining his future with you. Seeing you being so happy with his little siblings makes him wonder what a family with you would look like. Gosh, how much he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.

He practically had hearts in his eyes as he kept staring at you like a lovesick puppy, not noticing that Takeo was leaning against the counter with a smug expression on his face.

"Gosh, Nii-san. I knew you had a crush on her, but I didn't know it was this bad."

Tanjiro snaps from his day dream, and he could feel so much blood rush to his face. He was so embarrassed, much more so that Takeo had caught him looking at you all this time! Takeo laughs at his brother's red face, and Tanjiro could only shriek out erratic noises to desperately request Takeo not to get too loud.

You heard a commotion from the counter, and you turned to see a completely red-faced Tanjiro waving his hands vigorously to a guffawing Takeo. You could only giggle at the sight in amusement, and when Tanjiro makes eye contact with you, his face gets even more redder.

In your arms, Rokuta shifts from your neck to look at his big brother. Noticing how the two of you gazed in each other's eyes, he claps his hands in delight and looks up to meet your [ E / C ] orbs.

"Ne, [ Y / N ]-san, will you marry my big brother?"

THE WHOLE BAKERY JUST EXPLODES IN HYSTERICS

Takeo laughs harder than he had before, grabbing at the edges of the counters to prevent himself from falling to the ground from the amount of amusement he was getting from the situation.

Hanako and Shigeru just burst out in full excitement, jumping and smiling at you, asking you repeatedly if you wanted to marry their big brother. They practically pleaded with you, their wide eyes constantly staring at you, in hopes that someday you might officially become their big sister.

Nezuko chokes in shock at her drink. She didn't expect Rokuta to say those words! She immediately goes to your side, and just repeatedly apologizes to you in behalf of Rokuta for putting you in such an awkward position. But, she cannot really lie, she would love for you to become her sister-in-law.

Tanjiro just looked at you in horror and fear. His face had hit the utmost redness it could possibly have attained, and he only wanted to crawl and hide at this very moment. He didn't want his crush on you to be revealed this way! He had special plans for that moment, but it didn't matter anymore, because you now know about his overwhelming feelings for you! Gosh, he felt so humiliated, and it didn't help that you were in such an awkward position just because of his attraction on you!

But then, he was caught off guard by your breathtaking smile. The next words sent Tanjiro's mind into a frenzy, desperately struggling with the urge to faint out of sheer bliss as the bakery exploded again into cheers of celebration.

"I would love to."

[pearl-blue-musings]

Hiii how are you 💖 I'm so excited your requests are open you're an amazing writer 💖 Can I please request a medium well steak (Katsuki Bakugou) with a side of mashed potatoes and peas please 👉👈💖

Babe staaahhp but I gotchu

College AU and also quirkless AU i have no self control

I ended up, as per usual, getting carried away with this hope you don’t mind!

Warnings: 18+, smut, some tooth rotting fluff, oral fem receiving, penetration, some dirty talk, pretty soft bakubabe

Enjoy your meal~

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When you had started at U.A. university, you weren’t thinking of whirlwind romances or anything cliché like that. You wanted to graduate, hopefully in four years, debate about getting a masters’ degree, and then make a living doing what you love. Of course you had time for friends, going to different sporting events and clubs.

But nothing prepared you for meeting Bakugou Katsuki.

It was at a party, where else? You had finished your midterms and one of your apartment roommates wanted to go out and celebrate. Your roommate, Mina Ashido, knew of a smaller party at one of her friends places downtown. You needed the relaxation badly and just wanted to let it all out. Midterms had been extra tough this time around, but this was your second year of college so having some surprises weren’t unwarranted.

Dressed in your favorite outfit, you and Mina headed out, leaving your other roommate at home to sleep instead of party. The ride there had been filled with fun conversation about Mina’s group of friends and how chaotic they are.

“Our personalities don’t always mesh one on one, but together well we’re still crazy but we work!”

You couldn’t help but laugh, as the music pumped you up for what was to come. Once your ride dropped you off, Mina leads you to the aforementioned apartment. When the two of you walk up to the door and open it, you’re greeted by a tall and lanky man.

“Mina you made it! Just in time, I was about to rip into some of my stash. Light up?”

Mina nods eagerly and then gestures between the two of you. “Sero! This is (Y/n). The roommate and bestie I’ve been talking about?”

The three of you walk further into the apartment so you can remove your jackets in a safe room. The guy, Sero you learn, looks to you and sticks out his hand, taking it. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” His attention turns back to the pink haired young lady, “Mi amor, ready to go?”

You notice Mina’s cheeks redden at the affectionate term and nods. You give her a questioning but sly look as you watch them head to the back of the apartment hand in hand. You find it absolutely adorable. Mina had been gushing on and on about how much she liked this one guy in her friend group. You muse to yourself that you’d be going home alone, and you were content with that.

Making your way into the kitchen, you notice a keg and a large bin filled with Jungle Juice. You can smell the alcohol from where you stand, enticing you even more. You walk up and grab yourself a cup and talk to the faux bartender. “A cup of your finest jungle juice please.”

The blond behind the tub smirks at you and fills your cup. “I’ve never seen you here,” he comments, a little louder because of the music. “Are you Mina’s friend?”

You chuckle, slightly embarrassed. “I guess word about me travels fast. Yeah, I’m (Y/n).”

“The name’s Denki Kaminari. Let me guess, smoking with Sero?”

The two of you share a laugh at the mutual understanding. He further explains that those two have been pining for each other ever since they met and it was getting sickening. You ended up spending more time with the cute blond, bonding over funny stories of your shared instruments over a few cups of jungle juice.

Forty-five minutes later and the two of you make your way to a couch, where others were sitting if they weren’t dancing. Your mind and head were in a state of euphoria. You were relaxed, the alcohol in your system taking you to another level of satisfaction. You liked chatting with Denki, he was very witty and funny. Suddenly, nature called.

“Hey, you don’t mind if I go to the bathroom do you? I didn’t think I’d had that much,” Denki slurred/spoke. You nod rather heavily and watch him go. You stare at the contents of your half full cup and wonder if you should pour it out or finish it. As you’re about to stand, some super drunk couple dancing bumped into you and ceremoniously spilling your drink on you and the person next to you. You scoff and whine, a mutter of curses leaving your lips as your outfit is now ruined. You’re about to stand again when you hear to your left,

“Hey you extras! Watch where the fuck you’re going!”

How long had this guy been there? Probably the whole time considering you were immersed in conversation. You finally get a good look at him and see that some of your drink had spilled on him too.

Shit

“Oh my god,” you breathe, “I’m so sorry! They bumped into me and…”

“Oi, shut up,” your stranger scolds. “Come with me, I’ll get you cleaned up and a new cup.”

Shrugging, you walk with him and notice he bumps into the offending couple. He hears them yell back but he just smirks and walks on. You realize you’re walking in the direction where Mina and Sero went a couple hours ago. You put two and two together and realize you messed up the shirt of someone who lives here. If it had been some random person, yeah whatever, but he lived here, with your best friends lover.

You start to panic.

“Oh god, you live here? Now I feel worse.”

The man turns around to face you and rolls his eyes. “Please, I’ve had worse fall on me and my floor. You were talking to Denki, right? Fuckin’ idiot.”

You can’t help but smile at that, feeling some of the uneasiness melt away. You’re then tugged into this room and notice how nice it smells. It’s kept up awfully nice for some college boys, but that’s a comment you keep to yourself. You see him take off his stained shirt and you almost fall over, tripping over nothing.

“Jesus!” You screech, “you should warn someone before you decide to Magic Mike them.” You stay turned around and keep your attention to the door. Yes the door, the wonderful door that has nothing on it but the wood paneling, it’s quite nice-  

“You can turn around now, dumbass.”

You take a deep breath and slowly turn around. He’s in a dry shirt that’s black with what looks like a skull on it. In his hand is a hoodie and a pair of shorts looking insanely comfy. “Here, put this on. I’ll, uh, turn around so you can change.”

You nod hesitantly and wait for him to be completely turned around before you undress. Your body feels cold from where the cool drink had spilled onto you. Once your clothes are off you put on the clothes your nice stranger have given you. You don’t mean to, but you inhale the scent of his hoodie which surprisingly smells of sweet caramel and his cologne. That was almost enough to sober you up.

“I’m done, so you can turn around.” You hadn’t noticed how tired you sounded until you spoke. Your stranger turns around and promptly blushes lightly. You do your best to hide your smile, but it pokes out.

“Bakugou.”

“What?”

“My name, stupid. It’s Bakugou.” It’s quiet as he does his best to avoid staring at you for too long.

“(Y/n).”

He had driven you back to your apartment that night, letting you know that he’d text you once your clothes were clean, exchanging numbers at your doorstep. You had insisted it wasn’t a problem for you to do it, but he stubbornly put his foot down. If you weren’t so exhausted, you would have snapped back at him but refrained. It was cute, really. No guy had ever wanted to fix your clothes after someone else spilled something on it. But since it happened in his place right next to him, he couldn’t help himself.

The two of you continued to keep in touch after that. Eventually you became a regular member of their squad. Denki and Sero were happy to have you around the apartment, and Mina moreso. It all came so easily, your friendship with him, your friendship with the group; it was amazing that you went through most of college without them. You couldn’t imagine it all changing.

Until obviously it did.

Your new squad was chilling at you and Mina’s new place for your third year, getting buzzed off of either marijuana or alcohol. Your couch was the place to sit with Denki on one side and Bakugou on the other. Mina and Sero were snuggled into each other on a shared bean bag, passing a joint between the two of them. Kirishima sat on the ground by your feet, his head resting in between yours and Bakugou’s legs. The lofi music filling the room with the perfect ambiance; it was an ideal night. Kirishima rested his head against your thigh and felt your phone buzz.

“You gonna get that? It’s making your leg uncomfortable,” he breathes.

Bakugou flicks his friends shoulder, “Idiot, you can just move off of her leg,” hissing at the red head. You wave him off and get your phone out of your pocket. The caller I.D. makes you frown and you consider letting it go to voicemail, knowing full well he’ll just keep calling until he gets his answer.

Vermillion eyes peak over your shoulder and catch who it is that’s calling you. Turns out to be your scumbag of an ex, knowing that this isn’t the first time he’s tried calling you. Bakugou sees you start to shrink in on yourself as the phone keeps buzzing. “Give it here, dumbass.”

“Bakugou, it’s fine. I’ll just see what he has to say…”

“Fuck that,” his voice booming over the music as he snatches your phone and promptly answers it. “Listen dipshit, (Y/n) wants nothing to do with you. You broke her heart, you cheated, so stop fucking calling her! And if you call her again or even bother her again, I will beat your ass.”

Your eyes are blown wide at the ashy blond sticking up for you. Said ex had been harassing you nonstop since your break up two months ago and Bakugou had had enough. You didn’t think he would answer the phone for you, but he and Mina are the only ones who knew just how manipulative your ex had been so is this really that surprising? You hear the voice of your exasperated ex yell out over the phone. “And just who the fuck are you to tell me this? Her bodyguard?” You weren’t ready for how Bakugou would respond, eyes alight with a strong energy.

“Better, I’m her boyfriend.”

And he hung up.

When he returned the phone to you, your jaw was practically on the floor. All eyes in the apartment were on him as he lays back on the couch with his eyes closed. Then all eyes turn to you, equally surprised. Did he just say what you thought he said? Boyfriend? But you two hadn’t been on a date yet or even discussed it or…

“That should solve your problem.”

“Bakugou what the fuck!?” You yelled and punched his arm. “We’re not dating, why did you tell him that?”

He exhales softly and turns his attention to you, eyeing you all over. “Princess, you really can’t be that dense.” As he finishes speaking in a low tone, his arm wraps around your shoulders. You meet his gaze as if his eyes are asking for approval. “Is this,” he asks softly, “okay?”

Completely forgetting about everyone else in the room, you nod slowly. You close and lick your lips as you start to recall and remember every interaction you’ve had with the blond. How caring and attentive he’s been in his own way, how he would go above and beyond for you in the subtle ways. It all made sense, maybe you were super dense but it’s better late than never.

To further confirm your thoughts and feelings, you lean into him and lightly place your lips over his in a chaste kiss.

“It’s very okay, Katsuki.”

“Ew oh my god I’m right here. Get a room!”

“Shut up Dunce Face!”

That was a year ago, marking today as your anniversary. You had told him to come to your apartment after he had finished up at the gym with the guys. Luckily, Mina had made plans with Sero so you had the whole place to yourself. It was exciting to finally have some quality alone time with him before finals overwhelmed you all.

It was also a wonderful excuse for the two of you to be as loud as you wanted.

You wore a dress he really liked and underneath, a special surprise set of lingerie in some of his favorite colors: green, black, and orange. You were too ecstatic for him to see it, and better yet to take it off. You had felt a little uncomfortable because of your curves but he had always assured you that he loves you no matter your body shape.

You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t hear the front door of your apartment open up. You pause your food making in the kitchen to go greet your boyfriend. As you approach the doorway, you see him and smell how fresh he is from the gym; it seems he showered at the gym. In his right hand is a bouquet of your favorite flowers and his left a gift bag.

“Hey sweetcheeks,” a growing smirk on his lips as he looks you up and down. You don’t miss the way his pupils dilate at your dress, knowing it’s his favorite. Since taking off his shoes, he steps up to you and sweetly kisses your lips. “Happy anniversary.”

“’Suki, you didn’t have to get me anything.” You wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer. “I’m fine with just having you.”

“Tch, dumbass. I know you got me something, you didn’t think I noticed that box that came in a couple days ago?”

You pout at him and take your gifts out of his hands and place them on the couch. “How’d you know?” You whine about the ruined surprise but you should’ve known your boyfriend better. “Do you know what it is?”

He runs his hand through his freshly washed hair and bites his bottom lip, “I think I have an idea, babe. Whatcha makin’?”

You twirl around in your dress, knowing damn well it’s an amazing and easy distraction to him. “Just your favorite. Everything should be ready in about 30 or so minutes?”

Suddenly you feel yourself being pushed up against the hallway wall, face to face with your gorgeous boyfriend. “Good,” he whispers huskily, “that’s enough time to enjoy my gift and dessert early.”

His voice went straight to your, now, damp panties.

You feel his hands grip your thighs to have your legs wrap around his torso. His hot breath fans over your awaiting lips, as he then kisses you hungrily. You feel his hard on against your stomach and you moan at the feel. Bakugou breaks the kiss to whisper in your ear, the heat touching your ear making you melt. “I wanna see what you got me, princess.”

“Anything for you, baby.”

With his hold on you secure, he takes you to your room blindly already knowing the way. With your door closed he latches his lips to your neck, sucking and licking all over. He places your feet on the ground as he grinds his hips into yours. Your breathing increases as you scratch at the back of his shirt. “Katsuki,” you whine.

“Mmm?”

“I want you to take off my dress.”

He hears your request and leaves your neck. He turns you around to find the zipper at the back, and slowly unzips your dress. You can feel his warm calloused fingers trailing down your spine and down to your tail bone. The fabric is now bunched down on the ground around your feet and you step out, swaying your hips as you turn around.

“Fuck baby,” he huffs, “for me?”

He had felt some of the satin as he unzipped your dress but it didn’t prepare him for what he saw before his lust blazed eyes. His colors look amazing on you and so does lace and satin. The flowered lace covering your breasts and nipples are begging for him to delve his tongue on them, admiring the extra fabric going across them. Your stomach is covered in a crisscross pattern that makes your skin look divine. And the garters on your legs, and lace thong? Bakugou is in heaven.

You nod at him and gesture for him to come closer. Bakugou gets to you post haste and starts touching you everywhere. His fingers trace all along your body and sneaking underneath your lingerie. He then trails his fingers up to your lace covered breasts and starts to pinch the hardening nub. A little squeal leaves your lips.

“That’s a new sound, do you like the feel of the lace against your nipple, baby?”

He pinches and pulls at them again, getting the same reaction that went right to his gardening dick. He groans and starts to knead your other breast, enjoying the feel of it in his hand. “Fuck,” he quickly kisses your lips, sticking his tongue in and lapping at yours, “I just wanna rip you out of this.”

“Hah, you will do no such thing. I paid a lot of money for this!”

“I’ll get you a new one, princess.”

“You are not ripping this one!”

He rolls his eyes and concedes, taking his delicate time to free your upper half from the sexy lingerie. You make a mental note to buy more lace related items. Immediately his lips go to your hardened bud and sucks viciously. You moan loudly as he releases you with a pop, going to your other breast. God, you wish he wasn’t so good with his hands and tongue, but the way he’s treating you and your reactions say otherwise.

Bakugou slowly moves you two toward your bed, in order to lay you down for what he wants to do next. You feel the back of your legs hit the edge and he places your body underneath his. Throughout all of this his lips never left your body. His lips trail closer and closer to your hips, as they wiggle in anticipation. “Do you,” you pant, “want the bottoms off?”

He takes the lining into his fingers and snaps it onto your unaware skin making you yelp. “No, your legs look hella sexy like this.” His hands are warm against your things, outlining the garter that leads up to your now soaked through thong. His nose brushes against the fabric covering your heat and he feels you shudder at the touch. He tentatively licks at your wetness and he groans in pleasure at how wet you are for him. Fuck he really loves you.

He doesn’t wait any longer and pushes the fabric aside and inserts his tongue into your awaiting heat. You whimper at the intrusion and a hand automatically goes to his hair, pulling lightly. He keeps moving his tongue up and down your slit tantalizingly slow as his fingers play and mess with your outer lips. Your breaths become erratic at your boyfriends ministrations. Before you can say anything, he moves his lips to your clit and sucks at it harshly. Your back arches off the mattress as you curse that the pleasure being given to you.

Two fingers have already entered your heat and scissor and stretch you open. Your hips have a mind of their own as they gyrate on their own accord. “Don’t make me force you to stay down, princess,” he hums against your heat. Just him saying that sends you into a frenzy, forcing him to plant his arm against your pelvis to limit your movements. He can feel the deep coil inside you that wants to come undone. And it’s all because of him and for him. His actions start to speed up and then suddenly he pulls away, making you whine at the loss of contact and friction.

“What the hell? I was so close!”

Bakugou snickers and wipes at his chin and sucks his fingers of some of your juices. The only word to describe him licking you off of him: erotic. “I want you to cum all over my cock, baby girl. Can you be a good girl for me, yeah?”

You bite your bottom lip and nod. As he stands to put himself on your bed, you notice his raging hard on straining against pants.  Damn, it was hot. His pre was already leaving a stain and you wanted more than nothing than to have his dick in your mouth. Ruby eyes follow yours and he clicks in on what has your mouth watering. “If I wasn’t so eager to be inside you right now, I’d let you suck me dry. But all I want to is to be in your fucking pussy, you riding me.”

After he makes his declaration, Bakugou discards his pants and boxers and throws them somewhere in your room. He crawls up to you in between your legs and meets you with a fiery kiss. You taste yourself on his lips and tongue as he entangles you with his scent and flavor. It’s incredibly sexy and it only makes you want him more. You take a leg and turn the two of you over, with you hovering over his tight and toned body. You know he wants this to be special because you’re on top and you’re face to face. Usually if it’s just fucking you’ll do a plethora of positions. But right now you know that you want to enjoy each others presence and make sweet love. Sitting back on your legs, you lean over to your nightstand and grab a condom. You take the wrapper in your mouth, easily tearing it to reveal the rubber. A naughty idea enters your head.

“What are you doing, baby?”

All you do is lift your eyebrows and scoot back. You take the condom in your mouth and bend over close to his aching cock. You can feel his eyes on you as you lower your mouth onto him, slowly putting the condom over his hard dick. “Ah fuck, princess! Shit feels good. Now get on top of me. Now.”

You giggle at his impatience and make your way to his covered member. You grip it lightly as you line it up with your wet slit, teasing the head of his sensitive cock. His moans are heavenly in your ears as you don’t sink on him yet completely.

Bakugous hands go to your waist, as little whimpers leave his lips at your agonizing teasing. “Shit princess, just put it in already- Hah fuck!”

It’s not everyday you catch the ashy blond of guard but when you it’s glorious. You slam yourself down on his dick, euphoria filling your senses. You loll your head back as you begin to ride him, keeping a hand on his pelvis. The two of you find a hypnotic rhythm of him pumping up into you, and you grinding down on him.

His eyes can’t help but be locked onto where you’re connected, enjoying the sounds of your slick cunt on his cock. He moves his hands from your hips to grip your bouncing breasts, adding extra pleasure to this experience. Whines and moans leave yours and his mouths as you both chase ecstasy together.

“Fuck, baby girl, it’s like your extra tight and wet for me today.”

“Hah, it’s cause I love you,” you pants your hips gyrate faster as you feel your orgasm coming closer. “I’m so close now, daddy. I wanna cum, please.” You’re begging more than usual and it feels oh so good.

You feel your clit being abused and you shout at the overwhelming pleasure rocking through you as your pace falters. “You wanna cum for me? Show me you’ve earned it.” Bakugou sits up, making your legs wrap around his waist, still pumping into you. Your arms find purchase around his neck as you lay your head on his chest, ignoring the sweat between the two of you. “Come on, show me you’ve earned it baby.”

“I’ve earned it, I’ve earned it!”

“Then come with me baby,” he pauses when he feels your fingers dig into his back. “Shit, ah right there baby, fuck, fuck!”

Your hold on him tightens as your coil comes undone and your spill all over his cock, and you feel the way his cum fills up the rubber. You two start to slow down your movements, helping each other through your orgasms. You stay there for a little bit, just enjoying the moment and to let your heartbeats come back to normal.

You roll off of him and lay down next to your spent boyfriend. He looks at you with the most love and adoration that you feel like you’re meeting him for the first time. His palm goes to your cheek to pull you in to a soft and loving kiss. It doesn’t last long as you hear the timer on the oven and the rice maker go off around the same time. Your boyfriend grumbles and rolls to stand. He carefully takes off the used up condom, ties it up and disposes it in the trashcan.

“I’ll turn off the timer, anything else you need while I’m up?”

“Some water, and my favorite post coitus snacks.”

His eyes roll, “Idiot, you made a whole meal we’re not gonna waste it because you got sex munchies.”

“’Suki!”

He throws a towel at you, ignoring your pleas. As he walks away stark naked, you lay back in your bed. You can deal with the sheets later. A feeling of love runs over you and you realize that this is something you could get used to for a long time to come.

The diner is open 

[icharchivist]

I just saw word bunny and thought it was about bunny outfit, but dresses are also fine, but... Bunny outfit. Or bunny maid outfit. Or neko maid outfit. That's two for maid and i mean that more sexy maid outfit.

So... Someone horny (like me) throws challenge at Lucilius and Beelzebub that they would never wear maid outfit. Arrogant as they are, they accept and change it into rivalry who would wear it better. Belial almost comes at spot and immediately goes to search for outfits and because he's horny (as me) he chooses these sexy ones with short shirts and maybe some animals ears and to makes things "fair" he also gets outfit for himself. On stream/video Lucilius and Bubs are clearly red, but they try to fake confidence as hard as you can when you're one step from showing your underwear for the world and you hate showing your skin. Belial has time of his life and ends getting kicked, camera falls and Belial definitely ends showing too much ass than he should on video. All theirs simps almost gone extinct from thirst.

Daddy Lucifer and Lucio see this, look into each others eyes and its decided they are going to beat this. Lucifer is too sweet and naive for his own good so he also ends with maid outfit. Sandalphon is keep in darkness but Daddy Lucifer makes sure that he and Azazel are there when needed to see double Lucifers in their scandalous outfits. Lucio and Shalem also mades their double video, but they add cat ears and behaves cat-like (Lucio can purrs and his meows and nyas are very sweet). Lucio and Shalem video is surprisingly sweet and there's not so much sexual subtext. It still makes fans gone feral.

Lucifer doesn't have this luck as Daddy Lucifer sees two simps who absolutely needs to be destroyed and their blood taken as sacrifice. They go for cafe roleplay with some risque shots in camera and mostly for Azazel and Sandalphon, who are on edge of dying from thirst and losing blood, but are unsure if they are in heaven or hell. Probably both, if it's somehow possible. Daddy Lucifer definitely thought and learned Lucifer some... Phrases with double meaning, which Lucifer deliver with sweet smile, without realizing second meaning. Sandalphon knows and his brain stopped working. Azazel unfortunately stuck with a demon, who knows what he's doing if he desires to completely destroy and remove any hint of consciousness from Azazel, in which he is diabolically (hehe) good. Azazel, Sandalphon and simps never stood chance against him and every form of resist is meaningless.

Bahamut sees it and decides to unseen these things and go back to work.

In summary

Lucilis and Bubs are embarrassed, but try to hide it and regret their pride

Belial has time of his life

Lucio and Shalem have a good time

Daddy Lucifer kills everyone and asserts his dominance

Sandalphon and Azazel question their life choices

Lucifer is confused

And simps are broken

I regret nothing, enjoy

honestly when i first read "bunny" i thought that too and then the rest of the post took over. But i'm so glad that you decided "mhm this post lacks bunny outfit. I'll fix that." and shared it with me, i'm so delighted

We're on the same page with the whole "Lucilius and Beelzebub would do any stupid things if we told them they wouldn't dare to do it because they have to prove they're the best of the best" and i'm amazed at how you weaponized this. Belial weaponizing it too is incredible. > the video turned to be the most popular one of the channel really quickly.

oh GOD the team up to drag Lucifer into it is legendary but poor him! poor Sandalphon! this is going to be a disaster. tho i adore the comments on how Lucio's would go.

And that whole next bit... completely hysterical i'm completely losing it. You probably don't want Sandalphon to get back to his sense because he would murder whoever would sluttify Lucifer like this. OR at least he would try. Daddy Lucifer is just too powerful for it to happen as well as Sandalphon would wish to.

This whole saga would be one of the most viewed on youtube, to Sandalphon's dismay. He wants to delete all of those videos, both for what Lucifer did and for the others abusing of Lucifer's likeness. Belial is a real force against it because nothing will be erased under his watch.

it's so. SO much, i can't add more to it because it's already too good and too wild

thank you for sharing, it was great omg