#please ignore me i beg lmaoo

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Me: *turns on game to test some cc*

Also me: *easily distracted and amused*

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Satoru Gojo is into Some Weird Roleplay (Christmas Smut)

art cr: glowx_21 on x

hey idk what this is LMAOO. i thought of this randomly bc gojo reminds me of a certain christmas character so i just ran with it! he's one of my three husbands who i love so much so i wanted to write about him. i'm so feral for him it's not even funny. anyways, i hope you enjoy and don't take it too seriously, unless you want to idc! mdni.

domestic gojo, husband gojo, dad gojo

female reader, no description of her features but i’m black so

warnings: piv sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, satoru won't shut up, dom gojo

i'm on ao3, pls support me there too!

wc: 1500+

“Satoru,” You surprised yourself in the way you were able to let out a single word with his unrelenting thrusts. “Baby. P-please slow down.” 

The man who was currently plummeting into you from behind let out a click of his tongue, ignoring your request and instead opted with a loud and hard smack to your ass, his pace somehow getting faster and harder. His hips were ruthless against the fat of your ass, creating clapping noises throughout the large bedroom.

“What was that? Couldn’t hear you.” He let out breathlessly, his tone as playful as ever, waiting for you to address him the right way.

You wanted to reach back and knock some sense into him, tell him to slow his thrusts before he knocked the wind out of you and woke up the children. His deep and powerful thrusts prohibited you from saying much though, with his fat cock reaching your g-spot so effortlessly that you were seeing stars.

If you could roll your eyes right now you would, but your body seemed to forget how to function, only capable of following the orders of your ridiculous but gorgeous husband behind you. “Saint Nick…please.” It would’ve sounded ridiculous to you if you weren’t being plummeted to Neptune with each touch of your gummy spot deep within you, but you were being fucked so stupid that you would call him God if he asked. “You don’t wanna wake up the little elves do you?” You played along as you continued panting, fingers grasping the silk sheets tightly, tears in your eyes from the intense pleasure.

You thought he was ignoring you again, with his long fingers digging deeper into your hips before he slowed his pace, deciding on an unhurried, rough one, sliding in and out of those warm, wet walls of yours with a long and drawn out “fuuuuuck,” leaving his mouth. “The elves are fast asleep, baby. Don’t worry about them, just take Santa’s dick, mmkay’?” His voice was jolly as ever, just like Santa Claus himself, and you would’ve laughed if his cock wasn’t basically touching your brain at this point. You could only let out small whimpers as he arched your back further, reaching only a place he could.

Why you agreed on letting your dear husband roleplay as Santa was beyond you, but Satoru had a way with words. All he had to do was promise to make you feel good, make you cum all night long, pretty please baby, in that convincing, deep voice of his, a pout on his features, those bright blue eyes begging, so how could you say no? 

You should have made some more conditions, one being to say no to the bells he had attached to the bed frame, with them ringing with each jerk of his hips, creating an impossibly loud jingle. He said it would get the two of you in the “Christmas spirit,” with the bed decorated in lights and ringing balls, sounding like a real sleigh everytime the bed hit the wall in full force. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by Satoru pulling himself out of you, leaving you empty and missing him already, causing a whine to leave your lips as he flipped you over as if you weighed nothing, before settling in between your legs again. You were faced with the beautiful man you were so grateful to call yours, his cerulean orbs were darkened somehow as they stared into yours, looking dazed and drunk off your pussy, his pupils slightly dilated. His pretty white follicles were tucked into a red santa hat, the puffy ball tossed on the side, sweat trickling from his temples from wrecking your insides. He had that adorable, innocent smile on his face, as if he wasn’t guilty of talking you into this comical predicament in the first place. 

“Will Mrs. Claus let me put the beard on again?” He let out, a pout forming on his pink lips, glossy from sweat and saliva.

“No, don’t ask again!” You almost yelled, your face scrunched in annoyance and he let out a booming laugh at your immediate response. 

Satoru did have a cheap, plastic beard that matched his white hair perfectly, but you made him take it off for a couple reasons. One being it looked terrible. As beautiful as the man above you was as he was staring down at you, shallow breaths coming from his perfectly shaped, rock hard abdomen, and his rosy cheeks, the beard made him look…creepy. Two being it was damn itchy. He had been going down on you when he had it on, but it was impossible for you to focus on his holy tongue work and perfect movements of his fingers, curving into you, hitting that spot that had you crying out his name for the night (fucking Saint Nick.) Once it began scratching your legs painfully, you’d forced him to take it off, which he did with a whine, throwing the damp, shitty excuse for a beard across the bedroom floor, before making you cum from his tongue alone, more than once.

Your husband’s wide grin was replaced with something immodest as he gripped your thighs, pulling you forward, and slipped inside torturously slow, earning a gasp from the both of you. His head was thrown back and his lip was caught in his teeth, causing your pussy to throb from both the feeling of warmth and fullness again, and Satoru’s effortless way of making you feel hot inside just by simple facial expressions, subsequently making a groan escape his lips before sinking into you completely, touching your gummy spot immediately with the angle he entered.

He kept your legs apart as he thrust into you forcefully and fast-paced again, with you giving no complaints this time about the commotion the jingling bed frame was causing. You didn’t care, for he was taking you to heaven in this position, goosebumps erupting from your skin and seeing black dots in your vision with each time he reached a new depth inside you. Your cunt was competing with the loud noises of those stupid fucking bells as it made sloshing noises throughout the room, and when you looked down, you could see your juices dripping onto his pretty, pale, absolutely perfect cock. 

As if he could read your mind, he spoke for you. “You’re so fucking wet, baby. My god.” His head was no longer tilted back, but also looking down as your tight, slippery cunt sucked in his dick, a feral look on his features, absolutely enamored by the sight. His pace never let up, his hips moving at the speed of light almost as he used one hand to press on your lower stomach, making it feel better than you thought possible. “You feel me in there? You feel Santa’s cock abusing this perfect little cunt?” His goofy grin returned and you couldn’t do anything but let out a loud moan of approval, face twisted up, still entertaining his mess because this just felt too fucking good. 

His hand moved from your tummy to focus on your clit, fingers rubbing small, soft circles, completely catching you off guard. Your legs began to tremble from the insane pleasure you were feeling, hands clenching the sheets so hard again you were surprised they didn’t come off the corners of the bed. 

“Can I make you a mommy again? Put another little helper in this belly?” That feral look was in his eyes again, tone as light as ever, as he slowed down, choosing a rough ram motion, causing your tits to jiggle at the change of pace, making Satoru groan at the sight, mouth halfway open. You didn’t know if it was the mind fog you felt from him fucking you brainless, but you nodded vigorously as tears fell down your cheeks, that white hot feeling in your veins approaching, mind so numb you would probably agree to having ten more of his white-haired, blue-eyed children. The two of your already had four, three you’d birthed and one you adopted, but you didn’t care right now, you felt like he had seriously taken you to the North Pole with the way his cock was basically fucking your guts.

His infamous smile returned before leaning down to place his lips on yours, barely kissing you, just sticking his minty tongue in your mouth and panting, speaking incoherent sentences along the lines of you being a “good girl,” and “taking his load so well.” You couldn’t comprehend a thing anyway, as your body began convulsing, washing over with relief as your orgasm was drawn out of you, long and bone shattering, with your back arching off the bed with a squeal that was hard to keep inside your body.

Satoru wasn’t too far behind you, with his eyes closed tightly, as his hips began twitching, the first time all night they didn’t have a consistent rhythm and he groaned out loudly, spurting long, hot ropes of his cum inside you.

His eyes opened soon after, those beautiful blue orbs staring at you adoringly with his signature wide grin on his face, in which you returned, panting heavily, so thankful for this beautiful, insane, goofy husband of yours. He grabbed the comforter and placed it over the two of you, kissing your lips softly, his breath heavy as the two of you exchanged small “i love you’s” back and forth.

“Mommy?” A small voice came from the corner of the room and your heart dropped, recognizing it as your three year old daughter’s, afraid of what she might’ve seen. Satoru hid under the covers, his hat coming off in the process and you had a full view of her now, with her candy cane nightgown and teddy bear in her arms, her lip quivering with tears in her eyes.

“What’s wrong, baby?” You asked, ready to get up and comfort your youngest, afraid something happened as it was past midnight on Christmas Eve. God, did the bells wake her up?

She stomped out the room before you could get up, wailing and yelling for her older brother. “Megumi! Mommy was kissing Santa!” Her cries could be heard throughout the entire house and you knew everyone would be awake by now.

Satoru’s loud laugh could also be heard throughout the entire house, its jollyness rivaling Saint Nick himself. 

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Yuta; Public Sex

a/n: yuta and reader fuck in paris that's it lmaooo. 18+ only. Est relationship, reader's a horn dog lmaoo. wc 1.1k

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“Surprise!”

You whipped your head around, the voice familiar — too familiar — to be ignored.

“Yuta?”

Yuta’s smile lit up the Parisian night as you gawked at his mere presence. “Well, surprised?”

You flung into his arms with a squeal, becoming a spectacle for the people who breezed past the two of you on the sidewalk. “How did you manage to get here?”

Yuta explained, but you barely heard. It was just supposed to be a brief interlude in his time in Africa. It took Miguel some convincing. Yuta thought it’d be nice, romantic. Blah blah. You were too happy to care. 

“Maybe we should find a hotel,” Yuta said, grazing an adoring finger over your cheek. “So we can catch up?”

You smiled, deviancy overcoming reason as you pulled Yuta by his sleeve into an unbusied alleyway, unbothered by the legions of people leaving the party you’d just attended.

“Hm?” Yuta blinked. “He — Hey! What are you doing?”

You licked your lips, the months gone without seeing Yuta beginning to dawn on you as your eyes swept over his frame. “Why wait?”

Your meaning registered and Yuta’s face ran red. He glanced back at the sidewalk, the car seated on the narrow street. “But — but —“

“Don’t be such a worry-wart.” You knew the location was odd, but it was thrilling, the danger adrenalizing you

“It’s not that I’m not intrigued,” Yuta said, and you had to suppress a holler of delight. Yuta was just as kinky as you were, if not more. You wouldn’t be surprised to reach down and find a growing bulge tenting his pants at the thought. 

“Don’t pretend like you haven’t thought about taking me in public,” You said. “C’mon.” Yuta sucked in a breath as you pressed against him, dangling your lips dangerously close to his. “Yu-Yu. For me?”

Yuta’s eyes darkened at the pet name. Bingo.

Nice. Romantic. And apparently it was, because the next thing you knew Yuta had you pressed against the wall, hard body keeping you suppressed there while he humped his impressive tent into the valley of your thighs.

“Missed you,” he rasped. “Missed you so much …”

You left wet, lingering kisses on the gorgeous column of his neck. “I know …” Yuta let out a moan when you ran your flat tongue across his Adam's apple, withdrawing only to attack his throat with teeth. “I missed you, too.”

“Say it again,” he begged, a hand cupping your ass, groping the soft flesh there. His previous compunctions about being seen — or heard — seemingly abandoned as his hips bruisingly buck into yours. “Say it again, please.”

You sunk your hand into his sweatpants, fishing for the perfect cock that was rightfully yours. “Yu-Yu …”

Yuta rewarded you with a moan, another harsh buck into your hand. 

Your fingertips grazed his ballsack, the gesture positively come-hither, and you felt Yuta shiver around you. How easy it was to make him come apart. How you loved him. 

“You’re so cute, Yu-Yu.” You brushed a finger against his cockhead. “Want me to jerk you off, make you come right here?” You asked before nibbling into his neck, stroking the cock viced in your palm. 

“No …” Yuta moaned out, lurched over you, hands pressed into the brick of the wall as he rutted into you. He was a good foot taller than you; his presence overwhelming. “Wanna come inside you — please — nrgh —“

Despite the begging, Yuta reached under your skirt and pushed your panties aside, bathing his fingers in the wet of your folds. 

“Na — haa! Yuta!”

“So wet already,” Yuta rocked into your trembling hand. “And yet I’ve hardly done anything …”

You released his cock, doing what you could to suppress your writhing. You pulled his trousers and boxers around his thighs. You squeezed his forearm between your thighs to try and stop him. It wouldn’t do for his long, talented hands to play with your pussy. He wasn’t alone. You didn’t want to come until he was inside you, until he was the one to do it.

Yuta kissed you. You sighed, running your tongue over his. All the while too distracted to detect Yuta gripping his cock — until you felt his cockhead circle your tight hole. 

“Mmf!” 

Yuta buried himself inside you. Your head thudded against the wall as you took his huge cock. Yuta groped at your breast through your flimsy cami, fondling the tit while he thrust into you. All before growing tired of the distance between his hand and your skin and tugging your top down. Thankfully braless, his hand married with your tit again, trapping a nipple between two fingers.

You squealed when he bottomed out. “Oh, fuck.” This was undoubtedly your favorite part about bringing Yuta to his limits. His aggressive thrusts never failed to take you by surprise. For such a demure gentleman, he had no problem bullying your pussy like this — his cockhead knocking into your cervix as though intent to drill itself through. Or maybe it was the desperation grown out of distance that made him so particularly feral this time.

“So good …” Pants nearly pooled around Yuta’s ankles, his hips snapped into you, again and again. You saw him gaze down a second before his hand drifted south to tease your clit. “So good …”

You were delirious, back smacking into the wall with each powerful thrust. 

“Fu — fuck!” You grabbed hold of Yuta’s shoulders at the sound of approaching footsteps. “Yuta — I — someone’s coming —“

“I don’t care,”  Yuta replied, husky admission a brief interlude from the kisses he left on your skin. It was worthless to attempt to warn him anyway; if he was willing to fuck you this ferociously knowing he could be seen then the prospect of being seen would only spur him on farther. Yuta hiked your leg leg up over his shoulder to pound you more efficiently. “Let them see. You’re so beautiful …” Yuta’s words blew heated and hurried in your ear. “You’re mine …”

You let out a moan, too loud for comfort. Yuta’s tight circles over your clit, combined with the unrelenting bullying of his cock inside you, kept the meat of your attention. Even as a group of people passed by in your periphery, you only closed your eyes, hands running over your boyfriend’s back as he brought you closer to the edge.

Yuta’s drawn-out groan, how he buried his face in your neck, was how you knew he had come to his end. Knowing Yuta was painting your walls white with his spent, still fucking you through his own orgasm, using you, was enough to send you coming along with him. His mouth came over yours before a harpy-esque scream could escape. You clenched down around him, the pleasure centered in your clit painful.

Yuta slumped against you. You were sure your embrace around him was the only thing keeping him vertical. 

“I guess this is the story,” You began breathlessly, petting his raven-black hair, “of how my boyfriend was okay with us getting banned from visiting Paris ever again.”

“Hm …” Yuta kept you hanging for a proper reply for some time. Then: “Maybe.”

You snorted as he withdrew to give you space to rearrange your clothing. “If they catch us.”

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idk if this is weird to ask so pls ignore if u don’t wanna answer lol !! but do u have any good omorashi porn links LMAOO i just lovee the way you write it nd haven’t been able to find any stuff on my own😔

this isn’t weird, in fact i’m Begging for u guys to share links with me if u have any more omo vids <3 idk why i struggle finding ‘em T_T but i have a couple !!! here u go baby. also, excuse the lack of decorum but i Will be describing these as straight forward as possible

pee on holes

oral + pee in mouth

solo girl omo + fingering

idk if this one counts

pee on her bf’s cock (omg typing that had me nervous)

☆ pillowhumping + solo girl omo this one is .. INSANE to say the least. first of all, baby put that book down. second of all it’s so messy… Yeah

couple peeing tgthr uh. yeah that pretty much sums it up. she’s on the toilet n he’s peeing on her clit

she gets pissed on n fucked

girl pees on her bf. they r wearing underwear

anal while she pees herself i have something to say about this. TAKE THOSE FUCKIN SNEAKERS OFF.

okiii so that’s all i could find in my saved stuff rn, i wish there was more girl on girl but alas… if u have any wlw omo links SEND THEM please n thank u. also i very Vividly rmb one where this girl is in her bf’s lap n i think she’s wearing black jeans? or shorts? I DONT REMEMBER exactly but she pees n it’s . H*t. if u know what ‘m talkin about… please send it to me

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Can you do a Shuri x reader, where they go on a date in Dubai?

I love the pic of Letitia in Dubai

lmaoo, the picture makes me laugh omg but SUREE😍

date in dubai

synopsis: short fic where shuri takes reader on a date to dubai to celebrate their hard work, and blooming relationship.

warnings: nothing really, fluff, suggestive language x

ty for your request dear😌

(ignore any typos x)

“are you sure you’re okay?” shuri asked worriedly, as she watched you grip onto the helicopter arm rests so tightly, you’re once melanated knuckles were getting increasingly pale. you flashed a crooked smile and nodded rapidly as your eyes were closed shut, “yes! yes shuri i’m fine just- sh.” you were breathing heavily and trying to count sheep in your heads in order to slow down your racing heart rate. shuri then laughed at you which caused you to give her a hefty side eye, which just made her laugh even harder.

“please, this isn’t funny.” you begged, your stomach doing front and back flips as the helicopter began to steadily rise into the air. obviously, you disliked heights and anything that requested you to be more than 3ft in the air. you had been on quite a few planes, as your work required travel, but every time, it got somehow worse and you couldn’t like it, no matter how hard you tried.

“it’s okay, we’re basically in the air now.” shuri yelled reassuringly with an unbothered attitude as she looked down through the helicopter window, watching the wakandan palace grow smaller and smaller. you were still reluctant to look at anything but forwards, or nothing at all. shuri saw that you were still instilled with fear and began to gently rub circles on your hands to comfort you. it lowkey worked and you felt your body relax at her subtle touch and you finally grew up the courage to open your eyes and actually take in the interior of the highly technological helicopter. you turned to shuri and saw her flash you a toothy smile as she controlled the intercom, and you couldn’t help but giggle at how goofy she looked with those green headphones. the propellers circling behind the helicopter, were deafening but you both were the headphones to protect your ears during the journey.

you were both on your way to dubai after shuri had planned a special trip for you both as a break from all the work you both had been doing. you had been anticipating it for the weeks leading up to it but god she never told you that you’d both fly in a helicopter! i mean, you were pretty familiar with her shenanigans but this was absolutely too much. you were pretty much tense the whole time and shuri just cracked jokes and showed you funny videos to take your mind off the fact you were thousands of feet in the air. normally, it would’ve been quite long to get to dubai, but for wakanda? it didn’t have to be. the airborne vehicle had the ability to travel at super speeds without using much energy and of course it was one of shuri’s fancy tech advancements that you had yet to wrap your head around.

“hold on steady baby.” shuri warned and you shut your eyes again, holding onto the handles above you in order to brace yourself. once you were ready, shuri took one last swipe at the GPS to confirm the destination and then, pulled the large switch handle down. in an instant, the helicopter jetted forward and flips in your stomach arrived again. your eyes squeezed and you bit your lip, holding the urge to scream at the top of your lungs. shuri also held on for dear life to avoid her flying out, but eventually managed to switch the handle up, so you were flying at a normal speed again. it’s this time, you were out of waistbands borders and well on your way to the arab city of dubai; a 6-hour journey would now take only 2/3 thanks to shuri’s large brain.

~~~

it was about 2pm when you arrived, and your legs felt like pure jelly as you stepped out of the special helicopter. shuri held your hand to avoid you falling and getting injured already. you landed at the atlantis, the royal hotel that was already waiting for your arrival as shuri had notified them of your staying, since she was the queen of wakanda and all. your luggage was taken out by the guards that worked there, and you were soon guided to your private room that you’d be staying in throughout your time there.

the sheer vastness of the hotel made your mouth hang open as you walked past it, staring at every shimmer in the glass and the perfect array of windows. the shape itself was a bit odd, but the design was unique and you liked it. shuri, as well as the guards carrying your stuff, followed behind you as she also stared in awe, as if held in a trance at the beauty of the place they were going to reside in. soon, the hotel assistant gave you both separate keys to the same room and gestured you to open. eagerly, you jumped towards the door and unlocked it with the key, gently opening it. it was dark at driest, but once notified of your arrival, it lit up and displayed the absolutely exquisite contents. as you walked inside, if felt like you were walking on diamonds; the place just screamed money. as the guards left your stuff in the room, you ran towards the windows and gawker at the picturesque view. the beach was so clean, the water bluer than sapphire and the markets built in neat rows. the work put into the architecture of the place was so amazing, you just had devote your time to admire it.

shuri walked up slowly behind you and snaked her slender arms around your waist, resting her chin on top of your shoulder, “shuri, it’s so beautiful,” you whispered, “it’s actually unreal.” shuri chuckled and kissed the side of your neck before letting you go, “it really is.” she walked towards the double king sized bed and tested the hardness before completely throwing herself into it and nearly moaning due to how good it felt to just relax on it.

finally snapped out of your hypnosis, you turned to her and shook your head in an reprimanding manner at her childish behaviour, “that probably cost like 5 million you know.” you grabbed your suitcase and started to unpack as she just snuggled further into the cloudy-like bedsheets with not a single care in the world. you smiled wholeheartedly and ended up joining her in which you both were rolling around all over the bed, relishing in his insanely comfortable it was.

you two chilled there for the rest of the day before actually going out the next day.

~~~

you were both roaming around the dubai market place in search of a place to eat. if had been quite a funny day so far, from you attempting to communicate in arabic with a lady trying to swell you fake roses, to a random guy tying a shemagh red head scarf around shuri. she stuck out like a sore thumb with her bright green hoodie and orange basketball shorts. it was such an odd clothing choice especially since it was boiling outside but you simply didn’t question it and crossed your arms as you walked up and down the same streets. shuri could sense that you weee getting hungry and you eventually settled for a little restaurant, shaped like a hut for that authentic and traditional feel. excitedly, you asked a woman at the counter for a table (thank god she spoke english) and she provided a vacant one, in which you both sat down, opposite each other with a menu settled on it. you impatiently took it and began to scan. you’d never seen most of the dishes here in your life, but you loved to try new things and so picked the first thing that caught your attention, chelow kebab. shuri had the same thing but with some green soup on the side.

you dug in, absolutely ravenous and diminished your food into basically nothing. shuri was a slower eater but she eventually was also finished and in which she gladly paid for the meal since you hadn’t converted your wakandan dollar to dirhams yet. for the memories, you got up and sat down next to shuri, taking out the digital camera you took everywhere, especially on holidays like this one. you posed with shuri and took as much as possible, as well as the interior of the restaurants hut that had sick drawings and paintings from various designers. thanking the woman for the lovely food, you both walked out back into the blazing sun, “fucking hell, i don’t know how you’re surviving in that.”

shuri stared at you blankly as you aggressively fanned yourself, the white tank top you wore becoming too hot for your liking. “i like it.” shuri took your hand, and walked in random directions, like she had any idea of where she was going.

“we have one more thing to do today!” she said excitedly. her moods were contagious and as soon as she said that, your skin began to prick from the anticipation and you immediately urged her to take your there.

~~~

you both had boarded a bus to the desert, where shuri had a special lesson planned for you both. you left the bus and took off your sandles as you’d much rather feel the sand sink and massage your feet. shuri did the same and walked towards the shelter where the camels were docked, “ey! RJ!” she called out before a tallish man looked in your direction before waving madly and smiling. you wonder how they knew each other but you didn’t question as you walked, holding your silky floral skirt as it blew in the wind. once you were there, you saw shuri and the man catching up with a handshake and talking amongst themselves.

“ha, this is my soon to be wife, y/n.” she said as she introduced you and the man laughed, taking your hand in his and shaking it, “it’s nice to meet you, i’m RJ, a childhood friend of shuri.” he confirmed, in a way to say that he isn’t a threat. you couldn’t help but flush as shuri’s choice of words but you nodded and turned back to shuri.

“so, as you can see,” rj started he pointed towards the camel stable, “this will be your means of transport for this 1 hour session.”

you didn’t even notice them back there and you gasped because it was your first time seeing a camel in real life. was that sad? maybe but who cares you finally got yo see one let alone ride one. a petite asian woman came out of the stable with a quite large camel with uneven brown circles, holding it by the reins and calmly walking towards us.

“ah! shuri is that you! we’ve been waiting for another visit.” she perked up, stroking the short hairs of the camel.

“well amina, i’m back again aren’t i.” she said in a sarcastic tone, laughing as the girl gave her the reins to the animal.

she’s been here before?

“and you must be y/n, she talks about you all the time, im glad you finally came!” amina said, holding her hand out so you could shake it as rj brought the second, much smaller camel to you.

“thank you, nice to meet you amina!” you said, shaking her hand but the camel immediately grasped your attention as it looked at you, long eyelashes battering as it chewed on some kind of fruit.

“she’s called aya,” rj said, pointing to your camel, “and she’s nadira.” he said, pointing to shuri’s camel that was lying down in the hot sand as shuri patted her fine and creamy coloured fur.

“they have such beautiful names.” you said, stroking aya softly as you felt along the reins.

“yep, we make sure to give them as much as an identity as possible.” amina said, downing a bottle of water. you nodded in agreement and grew impatient, “so can we ride it yet?” you asked. RJ nodded, “yup, we just have to guide you.” as if she’d done this before, shuri has already managed to use the hoist and climb up on the red cloth over nadira’s back. rj went to help her and held onto her rein to slowly guide her forward until she was ready to walk. wanting to do the same, you attempted to put your foot in the hoist but you missed and fell back down. amina saw your struggles and decided to help, supporting your back so you could be lifted up fully, “thank you.” you said and she nodded as she took aya’s long leather rein and began to follow behind shuri and rj. it was kind of weird, the feeling of riding a camel as it was way different than a horse and you could practically feel every step as it walked slowly across the sand

the sun was starting to set at this point and beautiful gradient of yellow and pale blue settled over the sky as the two of you rode further. it was so relaxing, you don’t know why you hadn’t done this sooner. the camels were very nice and weren’t vexed at the two of you riding them since they were probably used to it. after that, you left your camel and went to shuri, climbing behind her onto nadira as the both of you rode her. you hugged shuri from the back and felt as she hummed, wanting to do nothing more than just kiss you right at that moment. however, she suppressed the urge and you guys finished the session, thoroughly enjoying every step it took, literally and thanking rj and amina for their assistance. soon after, you two were picked up and driven back to the hotel.

~~~

you stepped out of the shower and felt the coldness hit your skin. hurriedly, you wrapped yourself up with a soft towel provided in neat rows, and walked out into your shared bedroom where shuri was doing random push ups in the middle of the floor,

“4….3…..2……..1.” she got up and rubbed her sore arms before immediately jumping back as she saw you. you chuckled at her face and began to moisturize yourself,

“lord, you scared me.” she said, sitting on the bed and watching you get ready.

“wow, i didn’t know you got scared, ” you said, tweezing your eyebrows as you stood close into the illuminated mirror situated in the corner of the room, “also, have you come here before?” you asked shuri, dowsing your face in skin serum.

“ah, yeah for business, i’ve signed some papers but also with some old friends, rj was part of them but when i came last time, he told me about the camel riding business and doing it with his girlfriend amina so that was pretty cool to see it up and running, hence why i decided to go support them.

“ahhh…” you nodded your head as it all made sense now. soon, you were finished dressing and you laid down, looking up at the golden chandelier.

“you smell so good.” shuri complimented, sniffing your neck and eventually giving it a peck. you shifted and bit your lip. she noticed that and gently stroked the inside of your thigh with her rough palm and in which you stared up at her. you were about to aggressively kiss her but instead, you composed yourself and simply turned over, pulling the silky duvet up against you.

shuri fake pouted and stroked the sides of your exposed waist from your top rising up, “mm, why did you avoid that.”

“because it would lead to something else that i don’t have energy to partake in right now, maybe tomorrow?”you said as nicely and inexplicitly as you could.

shuri shook her head jokingly at your choice of words but ultimately left you alone, “whatever you want princess.” she said as she spooned you, the both of you soon falling fast asleep in each others embrace.

your stay dubai wasn’t yet over though, and shuri had planned many other things in plan for your date.

[bi-bats]

asksender reporting for duty! 🫡

for the latest fic ask set: 5, 7, 8, and 15 please!!!

(also, please please take all the rest time you want/need!!! you gave us a Feast, now it is time for rest and recuperation 💕💕💕)

OKAY I'M FEELING LIKE ANSWERING SOME ASKS SO HERE WE GO I'M STARTING WITH THIS ONE FROM AN OLDER GAME BECAUSE IT'S BEEN HERE IN MY ASK BOX FOR LIKE 3 WEEKS

(i heard you say I can take as long as I need in one of your more recent ones, I just didn't internalize it which isn't your fault 💚)

technically the latest fic I had posted when I reblogged this was Scars and Stitches BUT right before that I posted What Are You Waiting For? which is FAR more interesting to me SO I'm answering for that one because rules are fake and I feel like it.

5. How do you decide how long your fics/chapters will be? Do you have a word count goal?

Ha. Ha! I don't decide anything. Do you all think I'm out here deciding that my next update for Know Yourself should be 18k words?? Of course not.

Here's how it goes: I tell any given chapter what I think should happen. The chapter says "hmmmm, maybe. We'll see." Then I beg the chapter to please please please please please not be over 10k words. It gives me a smile like it thinks I'm adorable for even asking when we both damn well know that the chapter will do whatever it wants, and what I want has nothing to do with it. And then either the chapter takes mercy on me (like it did in this fic) or it Does Not (like it is doing in Know Yourself).

7. What part of this fic/chapter was the most fun to write? 

Honestly, the whole first chapter. There's just something about the way it flows that I feel so good about 💚

8. Which line/paragraph are you most proud of? Why are you proud of this? 

But the strangest thing is how everyone believes Jason anyways. Just like that.  Then again, Dick is backing him up, so of course they believe him. Everyone believes Goldie, all of the time. He just flashes that gorgeous smile like a fucking master key, and Jason’s always been a tiny bit jealous that everyone else turned out so goddamn endearing.  Not that being intimidating doesn’t have its uses, but sometimes he can’t ignore how much easier certain things would be if his edges were just a little less sharp.

This whole section. I think it's just that this is one of those thoughts that Jason keeps to himself, even though he thinks it fairly often. It captures a part of Jason I rarely see represented, which is how he came back different and he feels different from the rest of the bats in a lot of ways that strain his relationship with them. (Also, I feel like this reads in his voice really well which is something I sometimes have a hard time feeling like I nailed.

15. What is one question you wish someone would ask you about this work? Ask it and answer it.

There is ALWAYS a question I want to be asked about fics, and it is what songs inspired them! I listen to so much music (Spotify wrapped outed me last year at 84k minutes of listening lmaoo) and I used to write to music a lot but I've been finding it distracting lately.

I still plot to music though, and each of my fics have playlists! I'm gonna link the spotify playlist for this fic here! Top recs from this playlist are:

Lately I haven't Been Sleeping

Hyacinthus

J's Lullaby

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Thank you for reporting in for an ask!!! I always love seeing you in my inbox and I swear I get excited every time, I'm just bad at answering 😂

And re: your comment at the end, Thank You and everyone who reminded me to give myself room to rest! I don't want to burn out any more than anyone else wants me to burn out, and I appreciate the reminder!! Also preparing the feast was So Worth It, people are still (like literally at this moment I got one) sending in the LOVELIEST comments that are making my day every single time!!

Ily all!!! and Bean I'll see you in like five seconds for your Echo Wife ask I've been vibrating to answer 💖

[klonoadreams]

Sooo, about Arven and Scarnoa.. *wink wonk*

HELL FUCKING YEAH, LETS GO. (there is now a reason I refer to Arven as the N Harmonia of this generation...for various reasons, along that being me going 🥺🥺🥺🥺 at him)

Arven goes from not knowing how to handle Scarnoa, because Koraidon likes her and tends to ignore him, to "aww she's actually kinda cute when she's not being unintentionally feral" to "I owe you my life" to eventually "Oh...OH."

She's pretty tiny and when he first met her, she was an absolute mess and rather thin (in a not so good way) that would just eat whatever Koraidon would give her, even if Koraidon had brought it to her with their mouth. "PLEASE...at least wash it off first..."

He may have been assigned to look after her at first, but old habits die hard and he just can't help but make Scarnoa food. He likes the faces she makes when she eats something good. Gets annoyed when Koraidon shows up to beg for the food that's made for Scarnoa.

Sighs anyways when Scarnoa gives Koraidon the food anyways.

Doesn't know when it began, but at some point, Arven just realizes that he and Scarnoa are a bit too comfortable with each other when Scarnoa tends to lean on him and everything, or climb onto his back to sit on his shoulders. Like, it's not bad, but as his feelings get more and more messy and complicated, it just leaves him flustered.

The ride down to Area Zero is definitely the one that affects him the most since he holds Scarnoa by the hand and then grabs her by the waist to set her down on Koraidon's back. Also the bed sharing, because yes.

When and where he decides to confront these feelings of his and decide what to do with them...we'll get to that.

Until then, Arven just keeps taking care of Scarnoa, making her stuff so that she smiles more since she always has this half-lidded, almost expressionless look on her face for the most part. She can smile, and he likes that smile.

DEFINITELY hugs her after Mabosstiff returns to his usual self, and when he does, he effectively lifts her off the ground lmaoo.

The one who has to remind Scarnoa about her classes because he's just as bad about it. So they're often just cramming the night before exams.

(meanwhile Nemona is able to juggle it all because she's already champion ranked and just goes in and out to check on Scarnoa after class :V)

Anyways I have more, but I will save that for later, just imagine Arven being the one to comb out Scarnoa's hair once it starts getting longer and longer. :V

[desertgremlin]

Oh man, I hope you feel better! Do you normally get headaches or is this a random thing? Do you get migraines? I know how awful those are, so I hope you can get some rest and hopefully it passes soon.

And you totally made sense! "100% agree with you about The Look. It is there. It is undeniable!!! It gets me weak in the freaking knees. Carmy and Sydney just Get each other and those are my fave types of relationships. Ones where there’s a synergy, a shorthand. And that doesn’t mean they get along 24/7 - because lol just look at season one - but there’s always an understanding there at the bottom of it all and I live for it. So I agree, whatever way the writers go with it - there is def a soulmate type bond there. I can’t waitttt to see more of it in s2." Completely spot on. I love those kinds of relationships too. It shows that relationships will always take work and effort. Even if you have something with someone where it's just an instant click, it doesn't mean you are mind readers and that you will agree on everything. Like you said, in season 1, Carmy fucked up and so did Syd. But they have a foundation of understanding. It's like puzzle pieces: you aren't the same, and you may have to work at finding how to fit, but ultimately, you do fit and precisely because you are different, that's what allows you to fit together. That first time they meet, when Carmy sees her....he just looked so....I don't know...like, he looked awake. Like he could finally see things clearly for the first time. I think some people would say that that is love at first sight and I don't know if that exists, but if that's what it was, it was there! And I am totally for having more ace characters in shows. So glad you brought that up. But I also think that like, asexuality is not the same as being aromantic, and maybe Carmy is both, but he hasn't given us any indication that he isn't. He is so like, soft around Sydney, they way he isn't around other people. Even with other characters, like with Tina and Sugar and Marcus, he obviously trusts and likes them, but there is like this....sense of responsibility that he gives off. Like, I don't wanna say he has his guard up, but with Sydney, he is vulnerable. I feel like he is completely himself and he doesn't even have to think about doing that. He just does it in her presence. Like, he was quick to tell her that he went to Al-Anon, when it took him a while to tell Sugar (and she had been begging him to go). Doesn't that say something?

Thanks bestiee, I don't get bad headaches or migraines frequently but sometimes the computer + the lights at work get to me and when it does it's the WORST 💀 It was gone when I woke up this morning though, thankfully.

He looked awake; like he could finally see things clearly for the first time. I love describing it like that! Sydney was like a breath of fresh air coming into the restaurant & his life.

Yep, I should've specified between aro/ace, my bad! But you're right, whatever's happening there between those two is leagues different from the other relationships Carmy has - so that is definitely Significant™ and you can't ignore it. It'll be interesting to see his dynamic with Molly Gordon's character whether she's an ex/love interest/friend from the past. Like, could it also serve to show that Carmy and Sydney's bond is unique and, like, special? Let's see.

anyway when is it MY turn to get someone to look at me like Carmy looks at Sydney, I'm waiting 👉⌚︎ 😂

also bestie totally up to you obviously but if you wanna hit me up on messages please feel free! I feel bad that my replies aren't as long and detailed as yours but I'm like, so conscious of everyone else reading what I think of shows and being like... girl ur so wrong 😩 lmaoo. but if you wanna stay anon that's so so fine <3 <3

[amber-isnt-a-precious-stone]

zoomed in:

Since listening to modernday-jay's fruk playlist (here) and after writing this I cannot unhear Michelle by the Beatles as Arthur singing it to attract Francis' attention at a party so I had to attempt to draw this, especially as Paul McCartney used to do this irl to make his friends laugh and impress women by singing in french.

So... imagine this... Arthur has this hot french exchange student in some of his university classes, but there's this weird tension between them and ofc they've become academic rivals over the semester. And oh shit, Arthur is crushing on him and caught feelings but keeps trying to push them down. But then one night, he gets a bit too drunk at a uni party and is making a few questionable decisions already... so why shouldn't his next song be Michelle by the beatles? He hasn't decided if he's doing it to flirt with Francis or maybe he'll purposely butcher the French lyrics to make fun of the language (so therefore making fun of Francis, naturally). He decided to go with the first idea, so he's shooting pointed looks at Francis across the room, who just chatting with friends oblivious. Francis doesn't notice at all, until the French lyrics grab his attention and he turns to see Arthur blushing and staring right at him. Francis just smirks and raises his eyebrows at him singing "I love you I love you I love you, that's all I want to say" thinking it's a joke, and Arthur who keeps singing and playing is just gradually turning brighter and brighter red. Then Arthur on a whim changes the last line of the song, "my Michelle" to "my Francis" while making direct contact with him, and that's when Francis realises Arthur is drunkenly but seriously confessing to him through this song, and Francis just melts on the spot.

[lalunanymph]

𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 '𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲' 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

cw. breeding kink, money kink (I found out that this is a thing from twt lmaoo), soft dom!Kaku, dirty talk, language, tease + denial, fingering, jealous Sanzu, explicit sex, mentions of casual sex, begging, slight nipple play, belly bulge kink, Daddy kink (duh) 

a/n. BEFORE anyone makes a request or takes this the wrong way, I'm here to remind y'all that I am not a request blog. I just write shit that won't stop haunting my thoughts in any format be it in long-ass series or even headcanons. okay? okay.

➫ Haitani Ran

“Fucking—shit, how are you always s’tight for me?” Ran’s slurred words collided insistently with the side of your cheek, much like how his cock was currently hitting the most delicious angle deep in you.

Your moans were bouncing off the walls of the luxurious hotel bedroom, mimicking the jiggling of your tits as Ran set a harsh pace; practically drilling into you. Mind a completely blank slate, you were sure you were drooling, babbling sentences that were barely strung coherently together.

Yes, please, more, fuck me more Ran, fuck me Daddy—

That last one has his thrusts faltering, and he stills for a second, sweeping his glassy gaze over your fucked out expressions. Your mewls for him to pick up his speed were ignored in favor of a shit-eating grin spreading across his plush lips.

“What did you call me?”

You gasp, digging your nails into his shoulder. Ran doesn’t mind the pain; in fact, he loves it. If only he could get you out of your fucked out space to hear that dulcet word slip past your kiss-swollen mouth.

“D-daddy,” you moaned, clumpy lashes a tell-tale sign that he was making you cry in the best of ways. “Daddy—please! Need you to fuck me now.”

How can he refuse his pretty baby when she begs so nicely?

“Fuck—you gonna make me a real Daddy now?”

With the way he's plowing into the slick cavern of your pussy, gripping onto the flesh of your thighs, you’re hard pressed to deny his request.

➫ Haitani Rindou

Growing up as the youngest Haitani, Rindou never really paid much mind to chart a solid future. That was more of Ran’s style. He liked to think he had all the time in the world. Sure, he’s been called Daddy before—by nameless and faceless women he discarded hours of his life between sheets that never held much significance to him.

But it was never this way… and never with you.

His perfect girlfriend bouncing on his cock, one thumb lazily tracing sinful circles on your clit and numerous bite marks littering your neck was one sight he could not forget. How you threw your head back, biting down on your already bruised lower lip, all because he was making you feel this way—Rindou was the furthest thing from a religious man but in this instance, he thinks this is the closest slice to heaven on this damned earth he could get.

“Daddy, more,” your whimpered confession made him snap his attention to you, somnolent dark eyes widening.

“What’cha say, pretty?” he slurred, the lust pounding almost painfully in his veins, translating to his cock throbbing at your whiny pleas.

“Rin… please… please—Daddy—”

He doesn’t know what possesses to pound into your cunt like a madman, but the friction is all too much, all too hot and white and blinding and he—

“Fuck!”

Warm spurts fill you to the brim and he slams his head back onto the pillow, panting harshly.

“Damn, baby,” you didn’t have to look at him to hear the pout in his voice. “At least give a man some warning before you pull shit like that—didn’t even make you cum in time. Tch.”

Perhaps planning for a future where he’s really a daddy to your perfect babies would not be such a far fetched idea.

➫ Kokonoi Hajime

As with everything with Kokonoi—there had to be a value, a dollar bill, or some significance to what he did. If there was something that did not catch his attention, or—god forbid—his impulsive lust for more, Koko would not be interested in it.

That was until he met you.

Money, signs, numbers… it all went out of the window. Enough was never enough when it came to you. He worked hard for his money and what better way to show you how much you mean to him than indulging in your favorite dirty little secret.

Thumbing the thick wad of dollar bills, he kept his sharp gaze on you, tongue poking out lavisciously to take in the sight of your body shaking, the purple vibrator humming right on your clit.

“Haji—ngh.”

“A hundred thousand yen,” he whispered, voice a low, gravelly octave from the show you were putting on for him. As someone who loved money, meeting you seemed like a jackpot—a nympho who got turned on by powerful men who counted their cash in front of her. He was never one to kink-shame, but the both of you just made sense; especially when you fixed your lachrymose eyes on his with such a look of desperation that it made his cock throb.

“C-can I come now?”

“Hmm,” he drawled and started counting again, right from the start, “maybe after this round, baby.”

You whimpered, arching your back. “Daddy, please—I can’t h-hold it off much longer.”

Huh. That was a new one. To his surprise, his slacks grew tighter and his logical reasoning, his internal money clicker snapped—he was on you in a heartbeat, tossing the toy and crisp bills aside to plunge his thick fingers right into your waiting walls.

For a split second, Hajime Kokonoi admits that there was nothing more valuable in the world than your sweet cries for him and the clench of your pussy as he finally granted you your high.

➫ Hitto Kakucho

Shy. Sweet. That was how you had described Bonten’s number 3 when you first met him a year ago during your first mission after joining Japan’s most dangerous criminal organization.

Patient, that was another word that came into mind. But, when he had your thighs splayed, his fingers coated in your slick and his dark eyes latched onto how tight your pussy was sucking his digits in—you come to find that you hate that word with every fiber of your heart.

“Kaku,” your whines were endearing and it would’ve made him smile if he wasn’t so focused on rubbing your clit the right way. Your nipples were such a pretty shade of flushed red from his pinching and pulling, your pussy all but drooling down his wrist. He reasoned that of course, he could’ve easily given you what you want—but where would the fun be in that?

Your sweet keens made his still clothed cock jump and he kissed the juncture between your neck and shoulder softly. “You’re doing so good for me, baby.”

“Ngh—Daddy, please just fuck me already—fuck!”

One second, you were in the seat of his lap, and the next, your back was pressed onto the bed, his juice-coated fingers knuckle deep in your parted mouth, his cock a hard length against your thigh.

Kakucho Hitto may be a patient man, but even saints had an end to their tether and it could not be more obvious when he leans down, dark hair falling in his face and whispers,

“Call me that again and I may just be nice for tonight, baby.”

➫ Haruchiyo Sanzu

There were quite a few things in this world that could easily push Sanzu towards the edge; his favorite peddler fucking up and finding himself behind bars, his favorite restaurant running out of his preferred liquor, even a car swerving into his lane without the adequate signal time could push him into an enraged frenzy.

Since meeting you, he had tried to rein in the fury—that sickening pit in his gut that told him you’re going out of control again, Haruchiyo.

But when he saw you in that red dress, flirting with that man in his own fucking bar, Sanzu does not hold back.

He didn’t even give you a chance to refute, dragging you into the empty VIP room, glaring daggers at any employee who was still lingering around until they eventually got the message.

Sanzu doesn’t waste any more time—one hand around your throat, your panties in shreds down on the sticky ground, and his cock bullying itself into your gummy heat. Your moans echo around the room, your palms splayed over his bare chest, sweat slicking and running in bullets between your heated bodies.

“Haru—Jesus, fuck—slow down!”

He doesn’t heed you, not when your body contradicts your words and he finds your pussy drooling on his cock; rings of cream already forming on the base of his length.

“This’ll teach you to fuck around with me,” he snarls and practically grips your hips in a bruising hold to fuck into you like you were some cheap cocksleeve.

“Ngh—oh God, oh God—”

“No God, baby,” he grunted, those fiery ice-blue eyes and scarred lips stretched into a smile exacerbating his unhinged countenance. “Just me.”

The sound of your pussy squelching has him higher than the strongest drugs and he tightens his grip on you, about to fucking blow and leave you unfulfilled when you whimper, “Wanna cum, Daddy.”

His thrusts falter, and the grip you have in his pink hair is far too tight, almost prickling his scalp but it’s second to the flutter of your cunt when you utter those words again. Daddy. Daddy, fuck me.

Sanzu doesn’t allow himself to think twice before your dulcet moans and you—his sweet, pure-as-the-first-snow girlfriend—send him over the edge of control for the first time in his barely-constricted life.

➫ Sano Manjiro

As the head of Bonten, Mikey constantly has to put on a facade that he is unaffected—with the unbearable weight of his men’s safety and an empire on his shoulders, he was not afforded the respite to even falter.

A shootout? He’s barely fazed. A man waving a gun in his face? He would be dead in a second, anyway, so it wouldn’t matter.

Shelf it, compartmentalize and only run over it at a convenient time—that was how he conducted things in his mind. Well, until he found you asleep in bed in nothing but his shirt on.

Needless to say, Mikey had your knees hooked to your ears, his cock thrusting into you with the same languidness that his gaze held as it traversed over your wet cheeks. His first thought was that you were such a pathetic little thing with only his cock on your mind—otherwise, why would you tempt him like this?

The second thought?

“Daddy—you’re—nnghhh—so deep in me.” You hiccup and use your free hand to touch your lower belly, the other intertwined with his. “Can feel you here.”

… what was his second thought?

Mikey doesn’t know nor does he care; not when a grin breaks free from his slate-like expression at your sweet whimpers.

Falter he did, but to hear that mind-breaking word slip from your intumescent lips again? For once, he welcomes those dark impulses that are now intertwined with lust.

© all works belong to lalunanymph. do not copy and repost. 

[ttodorokiii]

Hiiiiiii can I request something? Shotos darling forcing him to participate in no nut November and the entire month he’s just so needy ✋😭 every time somebody else gets to go near his darling he’s just feral (feel free to ignore this tho sorry 💖)

Actually shouto in my opinion has a very high sex drive, always willing to fuck… or make love as he’d say. I mean he’s literally the son of enji [in short, the todoroki’s have breeder balls LMAOO]

send me asks about the most random things plz I wanna interact!

[blurb under cut!]

He is good at hiding that he’s feeling horny, but if you force him to participate in no nut november… I think my guy would die 😭

“Y-Y/N, darling what do you mean….” He bit his lower lip, staring at you with his mono coloured eyes, filled with concern. You pass him a look, Shouto could see mischief jumping in your eyes.

You were scaring him. “Y-Y/N I-I don’t think that it’s a great Id-ITS THE BEST IDEA SHOU… I wanna see you so it please baby… pleaseeeeee for me…”

Shouto almost feels like crying. “B-Baby but I-I can’t… you know my hormones are crazy…” he gets on his knees, gripping on yours tighter. His face gets nuzzled between your thighs. “You’re too tempting baby… please no.” He begs.

“Yo-You can’t even do that for me shouto… how selfish are you… you’re behaving worse than mineta…” at the mention of that horndog, his bloodshot eyes shot is at your face, “WHY ARE YOU COMPARING ME TO THAT PERVERT PIECE OF SHIT?!??!”

He grabs your thighs, “okay! If that’s what you want! I’ll stay away from you, I will not initiate sex!

“I’ll make you want me! You’ll beg me to fuck you baby!”

[kiyomai]

Let’s talk about how Sakusa Kiyoomi always trails behind you. And no, he doesn’t let you walk ahead while he stays back, Kiyoomi quite literally trails behind you, almost everywhere you go. You can be doing the most mundane thing in the world and Kiyoomi will still look over your shoulder. 

There are many cliches that Kiyoomi follows religiously when it comes to you, but it’s special nonetheless.

Think about Kiyoomi coming from behind and attacking you with a surprise hug. His big, strong arms wrapping firmly around your waist while he dips his head in your neck. And because he’s a cute, little weirdo, he’ll inhale sharply and compliment your lovely perfume. He’ll laugh at the way you try to push him off (embarrassed little thing that you are) and hold you tighter. He’s also an asshole, so expect him to do it over and over again until you beg him to stop being weird. Please, Omi. Enough is enough. You’re so weird. He lets you off with a kiss right on that sweet spot and promises that he’ll stop doing that; what a liar.

Or, you can think about being at a gathering together. Kiyoomi avoids the crowd at all costs, opting to place his arms over your shoulders. What could be better? He’d much rather stay close to you than fall victim to his teammates (read: friends) shenanigans. The cherry on top is when you unconsciously play with his wrists. He’s no stranger to the disbelief in people’s eyes when they see how flexible his wrists really are, but there’s something so alluring about seeing you play with them. Twisting them this way and that, trying to see how far you can push them yourself. And when you play with his fingers, he swears the room feels 20° hotter. Don’t think he won’t slap your hand away when you try to pull his fingers, though. He’s no idiot, he’s not going to let you get away with hurting his moneymakers. I slapped your hand away ‘cause you’re this close to breaking my fingers. Or did you forget that these are what I use to work?

How about when you’re feeling lazy? Kiyoomi has no issues guiding you around. Imagine your back to his chest while he takes your hand in his, swaying your arms around and side-to-side. Let me go, Omi. I want to lay down. He ignores you, humming a random song while he makes your upper body shake and shimmy. Your arms are up in the air and you can’t hide the smile that spreads across your face at how silly your boyfriend is. Somewhere around that time, Kiyoomi calls out to his Alexa to play a song that one can dance to, and now you’re stuck in a routine that Omi’s choreographed through you.

But what about at night? Does Kiyoomi pepper kisses all over your face, say goodnight, and hold you until you both surrender to sleep? Well, yes. You get your million kisses and your goodnight, but this time around it’s you that holds Kiyoomi. You drape one arm over his chest (coincidentally, his hand is there and empty) and hold him tight. It’s his favorite way to end the night, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

a/n: idek what this was :0 I was just thinking of Omi and holding me from behind and here we are now. It’s honestly crazy and alarming lmaoo! likes, comments, and reblogs are welcome and appreciated <33

[sukirichi]

sukirichi’s 2.4k milestone event

weee another milestone and nooo i couldn’t wait for 2.5k because i’m so excited and happy, thank you so much! ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ including HAIKYUU this time around yeeeee! also i don’t have a restaurant aesthetic anymore, just kind of goofing around now! REQUESTS ARE OPEN. 

before you request...

please read about my writings first! it will include the stuff i write and don’t write about. i’m more flexible in nsfw works, so if you really want to try for a kink, just send me in and if the idea is up to my liking, we’ll see how it goes! 

please be patient and nice! if i don’t like the tone of your request or if you’re ‘demanding’ me, aka, “hey, write this for me, this concept...” your ask will immediately be deleted!

no requesting of the same idea to other writers please!

please keep in mind i don’t do too much canon-heavy plots, aka really specific canon events and how they lead up to one another. i don’t read the manga for both jjk and haikyuu ʕっ• ᴥ • ʔっ

I do not do headcanons anymore. I’m not good at them LMAO.

i feel a lot more laid back in my writings now, so i’ll only be taking requests that i want to write for! the accepted requests will be listed down below as i organize them

you may refer to my first milestone event if you want more ideas for AU requests! you no longer need to include the numbers/spices/ingredients format used in that. just send whatever idea you want ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

I HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL YOU. whichever idea i love the MOST will be turned into a series just because I want to try new things hehe!

— characters i can write anything for (nsfw & sfw)

: gojo satoru, fushiguro megumi, fushiguro toji, choso, ryoumen sukuna, nanami kento

: suna rintarou, kageyama tobio, tsukishima kei, miya twins, kita shinsuke, oikawa tooru, ushijima wakatoshi, bokuto koutarou, akaashi keiji, tetsuro kuroo

— characters i can only write sfw for

: itadori yuuji, inumaki toge, okkotsu yuuta

: kenma kozume

— characters i’m MOST eager to write simp for

: fushiguro megumi, choso, naoya zenin, ryoumen sukuna, gojo satoru

: suna rintarou, kageyama tobio, kita shinsuke, oikawa tooru, akaashi keiji

accepted requests: (only accepting the ones that interest me for now!)

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RYOUMEN SUKUNA: hello love!! i know it LITERALLY just came out but would you consider a pt 2 or a drabble for sweet lies? where megumi either catches her and sukuna or she genuinely starts moving on uasdfghj i'm convinced that megumi heard her fucking sukuna in the bathroom <3 anyways pls feel free to ignore me too

RYOUMEN SUKUNA: Ma’am , i beg of u ,,, spare husband! sukuna x wife! reader drabble. I just read your arranged marriage AU and lordddd i’m obsessed. How long did it take for him to take her virginity 😳? i’m so curious as to how that went down read here: black magic [02]

⭐⭐ RYOUMEN SUKUNA:  Yooooo how about Rockstar Sukuna seducing his manager ehehehehe~ 

⭐ RYOUMEN SUKUNA: Ok but... pirate captain Sukuna 👀👀👀 I’m havin some Thots ngl 🥵🤤 I can’t decide whether reader should be the first mate and they’re a kickass Power Couple 💪😎or if she should be a stowaway who gets found out and has to pay for her passage with her body 😩😉

OKKOTSU YUTA: We both be weak for yuuta and toge😩 congrats 2.4k btw. so i'll request that for the event! poly!yuuta and toge. i see that you only write sfw for them so fluff. u can think of anything you want for it..and yes we simp for both of them i love them sm🤧

⭐ OKKOTSU YUTA: Hi saw that your request are open and congrats for the 2.4k !! 🎊 if possible can i please request yuuta having a girlfriend that's his childhood friend? (So like instead of rika it's y/n and she doesn't die) that loves to dote on him cause that boy needs some love. Thank you!! <3 | kiss me more

⭐ OKKOTSU YUTA: Hi can i request a scenario in which inumaki and okkotsu gets hit with a curse(?) That makes them a clone but the clone is a kid and seeing their gf taking care of the baby please thank youuu

INUMAKI TOGE: Toge's S/O being so sad that even when he says "smile" it doesn't work( also saw that in TikTok)

⭐ INUMAKI TOGE: Hi can i request a scenario in which inumaki and okkotsu gets hit with a curse(?) That makes them a clone but the clone is a kid and seeing their gf taking care of the baby please thank youuu

INUMAKI TOGE: We both be weak for yuuta and toge😩 congrats 2.4k btw. so i'll request that for the event! poly!yuuta and toge. i see that you only write sfw for them so fluff. u can think of anything you want for it..and yes we simp for both of them i love them sm🤧

⭐ INUMAKI TOGE: Hi! Congrats on 2.4k!!🤩 For the event, may I request an au where reader is Yuuta's sister? Can be gn/fem reader anything is fine. And they fall in love with Toge? Fluff fluff fluff please🥺Maybe they meet one day when she went to visit the school? Or she's a new sorcerer. Aahhhh I can't think of anything so I'll leave it up to your wonderful mind😌 Thank you! And again congrats! | crush

INUMAKI TOGE: SUKI OMG SIREN AU WITH TOGE AND DEAF READERHis voice hypnotizes all who hear it but she’s unaffected and he’s shook lmao 😂 She teaches him human sign language so they can communicate 🥺 maybe when he realizes he likes her he brings her seashells and other shiny things from the sea floor and it’s so cute 🥰 just 🥺🥺 siren Toge 🥺🥺🥺 (DEBATING)

GOJO SATORU: Hello dear Suki! 🤗 congrats on your more than deserved milestone 👏🏼🥳 I know it’s not the restaurant aesthetic anymore but still, thank you for being a Michelin-star chef spoiling the fandom with your food 🤤👀 I’d love to request the following: ingredient 66 with sugar 8 & 9 and Gojou as cherry on top 🥰 some heavy angst with a happy / smutty ending. additional 🍪 for inspiration - „Best friends don’t look at each other the way you look at her. You never know what will happen, tomorrow might be too late“. Have a lovely day dear 💕

GOJO SATORU: Congrats on 2.4K!!!! May I please request a fic where the reader has like. Zero reaction to Gojo? And he’s kinda shook bc people either adore him or hate him, but here’s reader acting like he’s just a normal dude. And he starts falling for her bc he’s never experienced that before

⭐ GOJO SATORU: a reader that likes Gojo but immediately says N O P E bc they clock that he’s at risk of breaking their heart so they just try to avoid getting close to him despite being a teacher stuck with him a lot of the time. And Gojo is just like ??? But I like you??? Why are you always avoiding me? “I’m tired of you acting like I can’t commit to something. Committing to you is easy.”

⭐ GOJO SATORU: ♡Soft nsfw scenario with s/o and gojo while outside is snowing read here: cold

⭐ GOJO SATORU: Ohoho~ another milestone! Congrats~Can I get Vampire!Satoru x Monster Hunter!Reader where he “proves” to her that all of his victims came willingly(I think from the AU choice you’ll know exactly who I am lol 😉)

⭐ GOJO SATORU: hello! first and foremost, congratulations on reaching 2.4k! i love your writing and its just oh my goodness <3 your stories made my heart squeezed! second of all, i'd like to propose a request for a story. fluff/angst (up to you! your way of writing is just superb) mixed with nsfw gojo satoru. a modern business tycoon au where he just lost his wife and is overprotective of his 1 year old toddler. you're his new staff in the office and is treated badly bcs you know, new staff. one day, you stumbled upon your boss and his baby in a shop, who wont stop crying and he took an interest in you when you managed to calm his kid down. he hired you as his babysitter + made you move into his estate. from there, your life changed! also, thank you for accompanying my days with your stories, it's marvelous! 💕

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ NAOYA ZENIN MY BAE: okay i thought you might like this idea for the event (or maybe not lol) - naoya coming home to his beloved little housewife and feels like giving her a treat for being such a good girl.,,.,, read: man's gonna re-arrange your guts and have some soft moments with you after (not that he would ever admit that shsghshsj) ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ | good girl

NAOYA ZENIN MY BAE: Stage magician Naoya and his cute little assistant, where every other trick works to undress or strategically rip her outfit so he can show off his little bunny to the crowd before fucking her brainless backstage

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ NAOYA ZENIN MY BAE:  listen ,,,,, ur naoya hate fic goes crazy stupid may i add something. naoya being overprotective like reader is so pretty and many of the clan men look at them a lottttt and naoya out of nowhere will kiss you in front of them or will grab them in front the maids and workers. then reader becomes mad and they get into an argument and then hate fuck :D lmaoo  (THIS REQUEST PLEASEEEE SEND ME TO HEAVEN) ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ NAOYA ZENIN MY BAE: Omg Suki! Congrats on the 2.4k! So uhmm I decided to take a break from the Kita/Naoya twin au angst 👉👈 idk if you are still accepting requests but HAS ANYONE EVER MENTIONED OR HAVE YOU EVER CONSIDERED SUGAR DADDY NAOYA????? 🥺 -🌸

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI: Megumi being insecure about his eyes because they are a very light green colour( like in manga) so he wears blue contacts( I saw that on TikTok and... big brain energy)

⭐ FUSHIGURO MEGUMI: SUKI, HI! First of all, congrats on 2.4K you absolutely deserve every single milestone coming your way 💞💞If it’s not too much to ask may I request a one-shot with megumi where he’s jealous that his fem!crush is spending more time with Itadori and sees how she enjoys his company a lot but it’s purely platonic? Reader likes megumi too and they both need that push in the right direction?Thanks so much if you decide to write this 🥺💖 I seriously love your writing and your big brain sm

CHOSO: Could you write something with Choso and the reader that has a toxic mother (if that actually exists.  She controls everything the reader does, and plays with her mind/ feelings making her feel like she's the bad one)?But after a fight with the mom, the reader has enough and just leaves deciding they will finally do what they want, ending up at a tattoo shop, where Choso is the tattoo artist.Ngl, i'd like this to be nsfw because i am thirsting for this man ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)Don't really have kink preferences but if you could include size and breeding kink then i'd be hella thankful ☺

GETOU SUGURU: Yo how about a Victorian AU with Gentleman Thief!Getou and Debutante!Reader nsfw 👀👀 maybe she hears something in the dark and goes to investigate and gets pressed to the wall with a knife at her throat 👀🥵

FUSHIGURO TOJI: can we get a part two of the "lessons learned" toji fic 👉🏽👈🏽 maybe him fucking and overstimulating her so hard she cries and begs for mercy but no mercy will be given. maybe he uses the same handcuffs she used for him on her 🥰 maybe some manhandling cause im a hoe for letting a man throw me around

⭐ KAGEYAMA TOBIO (fckin finally): kageyama tobio x reader fic for mutual virginity loss? maybe they just haven’t had time with him being a fancy schmancy volleyball player, maybe there’s just nerves, i don’t know! i’ll leave it up to u babe <3

⭐ SUNA RINTARO: hi!! congrats on the 2.4k HEHE just wanted to request a suna and tattoo/flower shop au? idk just the thought of tattooed suna is like. mm yes

⭐ SUNA RINTARO/AKAASHI KEIJI: hi suki!! i’m so excited for your event! so i rarely ever see someone else who loves both akaashi and suna so i was wondering if you could write something for them! maybe apocalypse au?? or roommate au?? i was thinking y/n could have a relationship/be fuck buddies with one of them and some smutty exhibitionism happens with the other watching, and then some pining that ends in a threesome if you write those! if not, then just a smutty n filthy little love triangle that you can choose an ending for lol (a happy one would be nice bc my heart can only handle so much angst, but really it’s up to you and what inspires you!!) tysm for doing this event and always working so hard <3

⭐ OIKAWA TOORU: hi i love your writing!! can i please request work au (boss oikawa x secretary fem reader?) with degradation and him fucking your in the window 😭💗💗

[cloudy-leonhart]

Request for a Erwin or Levi X Reader where the reader lost their twin on the 57th expedition. After wards they find them having a break down late at night and they find out they have no one left, like they lost their entire family in the fall of Wall Maria and then their twin.

Ah- yes the angst 😭😭 Do you guys like me for my angst fics?? Is that it?? LMAOO

I’ll name your twin as Elise, so it’ll be easier to write!! Imagine if I do a part two of Reader confronting annie-

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Two By Two. (Levi Ackerman x Reader).

Summary: you and Elise were like two peas in a pod, always attached at the hip, Levi had to choose, it was you or her and he had to choose. He just couldn’t live without you, he had to be selfish.

Gender Neutral Reader.

TW: family death, blood, injury, swearing.

Theme: Angst/Fluff, canonverse.

Recommended Song: Butterfly’s Repose - Zabawa.

“Elise! Ten-meter, beside you!” You warned, Elise barely avoided the huge fingers reaching for her. You cursed in your head, you couldn’t believe that the female titan had sabotaged your whole expedition. 

“Reader! What’re you doing?!” You had grabbed onto Elise, holding onto your twin sister tightly. “Saving our asses!” You spat out, trying your best to get your sister to safety. “If we carry each other, we won’t lose as much gas and we’ll make it to base!” You explained holding tightly onto Elise’s waist.

Your comrades screams and yelps of pain filled both you and your sister’s ears, you ignored them with an aftertaste of guilt running down your dry throat. The titans seemed like they cherry-picked other fellow soldiers, you tried your best to scan the area, hoping you could catch a glint of the corps’ base with your eye. You were left with disappointment when you saw the brown blurs of trees pass you by.

“Reader..” Elise shook you out of your thoughts, her eyes were laced with fear as she stared behind you, “Elise, just don’t look back! It’s not worth it!” You tried to persuade her to look back, thinking she was traumatized about your comrades being eaten. 

“We aren’t gonna make it..” Elise mumbled, you had heard her, since holding her tightly made her curl up to you, her face was over your shoulder. “Reader, stop!” Elise screamed, flinging her body everywhere, making it a pain to swing from tree to tree without dropping her. 

“Are you giving up now, Elise?! We’re doing this for Ma and Pa, remember!?” You screamed back, Elise and you argued mid-air as you both didn’t watch what was in front of you, crashing onto a tree branch.

You had hit the bark harshly, a yelp of surprise and pain passing through your lips. “Elise-” You felt your sister’s hands roaming your gear, removing your gas canisters. “What are you-” She had disconnected her gas canisters and reconnected them with yours. 

 “Elise, stop!” you tried to keep her from replacing your gas canisters, hoping, begging. Elise’s hands shook, as she made sure that the gas canisters were secured tightly. 

“Reader, get a hold of yourself! We’re not gonna make this together.” Elise held your frantic face in her hands, making you forcefully stare at her, how the pain and unknowing look in your eyes pained her dearly. She could feel death crawling up her back, each an every rumbling footstep the female titan took, coming closer.

“You’re lying! We can find the base and we’re gonna get out of here, Elise!” She closed her eyes tightly, before cutting off your rambling out of panic. “Reader, stop.” She shook your head to keep you focused on her. She glanced over your shoulder, a figure approaching both of you from far away, at an immense speed. “Only one of us can live, reader,” You shook your head holding onto your sister’s hand tightly. “And like hell, I’m gonna watch you die like Ma and Pa.”

You could hear and feel the female titan was close, “No! No, not like this, please-” You begged, not letting go of your sister. “It’s okay, Reader. Remember? We’re twins, we’ll be stuck together, even in our next lives,” You couldn’t tell if it started to rain, or your eyes just started to spill. You felt your nose sting, a reoccurring headache starts to surface. 

“You don’t know that, Elise..” You cried out, still in disbelief. You could tell that it was mere minutes before the female titan were to kill either one of you, if not both of you. “Reader, we have a bond that’s tried and true. It’s always gonna be you and me.” A saddened laugh left your sister’s mouth. 

“Me and you.” You could feel yourself slowly start to accept that only one of you was going to live, you slowly let go of your sister’s hand in acceptance, both of knowing that only one of you gets to see the outside of the damned forest, and that your sister made it clear that her choice was to let you live.

You looked at the huge foot about to crush you both, ‘the titan’s here!-’ You thought, standing up to best get yourself out of there. A push from your sister was felt, you fell into someone’s arms. You felt everything go slowly, your sister’s tear-stricken face looked at you with a pained smile, as the female titan’s foot kept coming closer and closer with each second passing by.

You saw her mouth an apology before everything resumed normally, you watched and heard the tree crack, a dent on the dark oak wood, of the wretched titan who murdered your sister in front of your eyes lay forever on that tree.

You looked up to see your saviour’s face, jet black hair clouded half your vision as the rest was clouded by the underside of your hero’s chin. “Levi?..” You mumbled, he looked down twisting his ODM gear to turn you both around, trying your best to get to safety. 

“I’m sorry, Reader.” You heard his last words muffled out, as shock takes over your body, you couldn’t hear or smell the rain’s muddy scent as darkness started to take over your sight, the last thing you saw was Levi trying to speak to you, coming out muffled and finally, you passed out from shock.

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The clean scent of isopropyl alcohol filled your nose, as you twitched from the overbearing smell of cleanliness. You opened your eyes to the light on the ceiling, wincing in pain. Your head and arms ached, from being still in one spot for too long, you sat up, the only sounds you could hear was the rustling of the thin blankets the medical wing could offer and the footsteps of nurses from outside your curtained space. 

“Oh, you’re awake!” A nurse chirped out, holding a tray of what you assume was dinner based off on the meal placed. “You passed out during your expedition. It wasn’t a success. You passed out from trauma, that’s what the doctor concluded.” The nurse kept the one-sided conversation going, you felt your throat was dried, you took the glass of water out from the nurse’s hand, shooting her a sorry glance as you chugged the water downed.

“Where- Where’s Levi, and- and my sister?” Your raspy voice came out painfully, as you held your chest as if it would help your dry throat. “Your sister?..” The nurse tensed from her spot, before relaxing. “I’m so sorry..but, you’re the only L/N registered so far.” She explained, a sympathetic expression painted her face.

“Either, she’s MIA or, her body is..” The nurse explained, replacing your blankets with clean ones. Was it not a dream? Your mind raced as you tightly took hold of the nurse’s shoulders. “You’re lying! That was a dream!” You started to panic, shaking the poor nurse, scaring her immensely. “Where is she?! Where is Elise?!” You screeched, as the nurse started to panic, fearing for her life.

The sounds of the curtain hooks screeching against the bar was heard, a pair of arms holding you down. “Reader, stop that stupid behaviour!” A familiar voice pinned you down on your bed as you screamed and thrashed around on your bed, you took staggered breaths as you tried to free yourself.  “Look at me, Reader!” The same voice called out, his hands maneuvering to hold both of your hands above yourself as his free hand held your chin, making you stare at the steel-grey eyes that could calm you down besides your sister.

“It’s okay, it’s me, it’s Levi, Reader. You’re okay.” He repeated, as you started to calm your erratic behaviour, your eyes wet from the tears that kept pouring out. Levi curled his arm around you body and shoved your face into his chest to muffle your cries. 

With every cry you let out, you could feel your heart beat painfully and insanely. You squirmed your legs around kicking and flailing around as Levi held you tighter, hoping that holding you longer would stop you from flailing like a crazy person.

You cried your mind, heart and lungs out into Levi’s chest, you could taste your salty tears, Levi’s clean and soapy scent overwhelmed your nose. The tears clogged your nose as you let out left sniffles, your eyes were shut tight, scared to open them. 

Levi sighed, kissed your hair as he just held you tightly, he knew he could care about you ruining his shirt. With every painful breath you took, his heart broke little by little, as he silently ordered a few other nurses to take the nurse you assaulted out of the room.

It felt like hours passed by while Levi held you, you could feel him softly rock you, place short kisses to your forehead and on your hair as a way to comfort you, knowing he struggles with giving words of comfort was not his strong suit, you accepted his affection.

Levi was the only one who was important to you that rivalled your love for your twin sister. You held him tightly, he wasn’t just like your lifeline, he probably was, you wouldn’t know how to continue living if you lose both your lover and your only family.

“I’m sorry, Reader.” He mumbled into your hair, hearing that your painful cries have dulled into sniffles and staggered breaths. “Levi..she was my only family, she was my twin. We were supposed to be always stuck together.” Your voice has become meek and feeble. 

“I know, Reader. I know.” Levi’s expression was focused, as he just held you, his arms ached but he didn’t care, he managed to maintain the tightness in his arms as he held you, you felt safe in his arms, you always went to him to get a hug when you were unsure of surviving through this painful hell of a world.

Long minutes went by, with every minute starting to get quieter and more quieter until it was just your silent figure holding onto Levi’s figure like a teddy bear. “Me and Elise both knew I could only save one of you, and I’m sorry for that, Reader.” Levi confessed, his chin was now laying on top of your head. “We’ll go back some day to retrieve your sister’s body okay? We’ll give her a proper burial. It’ll be alright.” 

He looked down at your figure, you stared at him back, your eyes red and your nose puffy. You looked like you had a cold. Levi felt you nod against his chest, you listened to the beat of his heart, listening to his heart felt like therapy for you. 

“Levi..” You mumbled out, he let out a hum at the sound of his name. “I’d give all the kingdom’s treasures if she came walking through that door..” You confessed, staring at the closed door of the medical wing. He just hummed again in response. Knowing he too, would do the same if it meant to bring back his friends.

You both held each other for the night, you understood that Levi’s probably the only one who can calm you like this, Levi’s the only person you’ve got left. You made a promise within your head that you’d keep Levi safe, you’re gonna make damn well sure that not a scratch gets on Levi.

You slowly started to fall asleep, with a new goal in your mind, and a relit fire of determination in your heart.

[junjungsunwoo]

For you

-> prince! Hyunjae x reader

-> 1.5k

-> angst

-> mentions of suicide, death

-> @geniejunn @daegalfangirl @trippy-dejun @symoneismeh @yeongwvnhi

-> @k-dinernet @foreverkpop-net @knet-bakery @tbznetwork @deobiwritersnet

-> I’m sorry I was MIA for like two days, and I kind of rushed this out so I’m very very sorry if this is bad 😖

-> @symoneismeh @trippy-dejun I hope I made you cry. (Even though I probably didn’t lmaoo)

-> main masterlist | the boyz masterlist

Putting on the black mask with the golden lining, the two guards in front of you open the giant doors to the ballroom.

The decorations of the ball room made the entire room completely different, the lights reflecting off of the crystals of the chandelier had lit up the entire room, making the once empty, lonely, looking room bright and happy. The room was filled with people in fancy suits and dresses- wearing masks, dancing to the music, eating and enjoying themselves at the standing buffet, talking to other aristocrats or becoming one of the wall flowers.

As you walked past them, they noticed that your dress was old and out of trend. The colours were dulled, and the style was out of date. Immediately all of the aristocrats began to notice that you were a commoner, someone with no status, money or power- which made them click their tongue in disgust, wondering why the emperor would let lowly people such as you into the palace. 

As you walked past them, they noticed that your dress was old and out of trend. The colours were dulled, and the style was out of date. Immediately all of the aristocrats began to notice that you were a commoner, someone with no status, money or power- which made them click their tongue in disgust, wondering why the emperor would let lowly people such as you into the palace. 

As you walked past them, they noticed that your dress was old and out of trend. The colours were dulled, and the style was out of date. Immediately all of the aristocrats began to notice that you were a commoner, someone with no status, money or power- which made them click their tongue in disgust, wondering why the emperor would let lowly people such as you into the palace. 

Finally spotting the man in the golden mask, you quickly and quietly made your way over to him, ignoring all of the rude whispers about you and dodging all of the dancing aristocrats on the dance floor.

When you reached the man, you didn’t stop to talk- instead, you quickly grabbed onto his hand and dragged him out into the royal garden, past all of the beautiful flowers and into the gazebo in the middle of the garden.

Neither of you talked, as you both stared at each other in silence. 

You reached out your hands to grab his mask and you pulled it off, revealing a handsome face. You caress his face as he does the same for you, revealing your face to him. 

The man- Hyunjae, puts his hand above the one that was on his face. He drags it down so he can hold both of your hands with his bigger ones. 

You both continue to stare at each other in silence. There were no words exchanged in between you too and yet- the both of you understood everything from just looking into each other’s eyes.

“Please,” Hyunjae begins, “please- don’t go.” He begs you. Tears rushing to your eyes as you watched your lover break down in front of you.

Hyunjae, your lover- was the first prince of the empire. He was known to be cold and brave-  someone that won’t even blink when someone is killed in front of him, and yet- here he is on the edge of tears, ready to get on his knees to beg you- a commoner.

“Please,” he continues “I’ll give up everything to be with you, just please don’t leave me here alone.” He kneels on one knee as you freak out, trying to get him to stand back up.  Hyunjae places your hands onto his forehead as he continues to beg.

“I can’t survive in this cold castle alone without you here- so please don’t leave me, I’ll- I’ll do anything!” 

“Your highness,” you begin. “We can’t be together. You should know that best.” You try your best to drag him back onto his feet as you continued.

“We shouldn’t even be talking to each other much less being in a relationship together.” You kneel right be side him, “I’m just a lowly commoner and you- you are the prince of this empire. My life isn’t even worth a single hair on you.” You tell him as tears begin to fall down your cheeks, you get back onto your feet, dusting the dust and dirt that was on your dress.

“I…I’m sorry Hyunjae- or I can’t call you that now, can I, your royal highness, the crown prince.” 

Today’s ball was held to celebrate Hyunjae’s new status of being a crown prince, and it is also the day you know that you wnd him could never be together.

Just as you turn around to leave, Hyunjae holds onto your wrists, and dragging you into his warm embrace, trapping you in his arms.

“Please- I love you!” 

You stood there in shock. 

The crown prince of the empire.

Loved.

You?

Why? When he could have so many other ladies that had higher status then you do, have more power then you do and are more beautiful then you will ever be? 

Why you?

A sudden feeling runs though your body, as you use all of your strength to push Hyunjae away from you before you coughed violently and drops to the floor- red liquid seeping through the cracks of your fingers that you covered your mouth with.

Hyunjae stands in shock as you continue to cough out the crimson red liquid and slowly become weaker and weaker by the second. 

Quickly dropping to his knees after a seconds of processing the situation, Hyunjae brings you to his chest as he screams out for help, and you watch as a guard runs to the two of you and asks what wrong before seeing your blood stained hand and dress. And immediately ran to get a doctor.

As the guard leaves, Hyunjae pours all of his attention to you, asking you questions out of concern and touching your body to check for injuries.

You uncover your mouth, and tears rushes to Hyunjae’s eyes when he sees that your once beautiful pink tinted lips were now covered in a crimson red liquid that dropped down the side of your cheeks. 

Just a couple of hours ago, the emperor had called a meeting with you. He had known about your relationship with a Hyunjae ever since it’s started, but he never interfered because Hyunjae was happy with you. But now that Hyunjae have become a crown prince, the emperor had decided that you and Hyunjae have to go separate ways in order for Hyunjae to get more support from the aristocrats.

But knowing Hyunjae, the both of you know that he would never allow you to break up with him. Understanding that this was Hyunjae’s future and that you were only in the way of Hyunjae becoming something even better, you decided to take your own life for the better future of Hyunjae.

So you took a poison- one that acted slowly but will kill you quickly once the symptoms starts. You knew you had to do it in order for Hyunjae to become the best he could be. You took the poison because you loved him.

You weakly grab onto the sleeve and tugs it, signalling him to bring his ears closer to you.

“I-I’m sorry,” you whisper into his ear, your voice hoarse from all of the blood and coughing, “I-I can’t promise to stay with you,” you take a deep breath as you feel it getting harder and harder to breathe. 

“I-I’m sure you’ll find someone better then what I could ever be. I loved all of the time we spent together, and it’ll be something I’ll never forget”

You weakly smile at him, even though he can’t see as he was looking at the guard running towards them with a person running behind them, holding a briefcase. 

Taking one final breath, you watch him as he rushes the doctor to save you, tears running down his face as he begs you to stay awake. 

“I-I…l-love…” your eyes draw down slowly as your words begin to fade away, your breath running out, “y-you.” You closed your eyes, never to open them again.

“Y-Y/n!” Hyunjae screams out your name, as he taps your checks attempting to wake you up from your eternal sleep.  He looks up to the doctor, his eyes desperate and full of grief.

“Please- please save her! She can’t die like this! She can’t just leave me alone like this!” He grabs onto the doctor's hands begging him on his knees, throwing away his pride as the crown prince. “Please! I’ll do anything, I’ll give you anything! Just please- get her back to me!” 

By now, a crowd of people had gathered around the gazebo watching as the newly named crown prince begs on his knees for the doctor to save the dead commercial women n his arms.

The doctor checks your pulse, but he shakes his head. Telling Hyunjae that there was nothing he could do to save you as your pulse had already stopped- you were dead.

Hyunjae couldn’t help but break down completely under the watch of his siblings, aristocrats, commoners and the most important person in the empire,

his father, the emperor.

@ junjungsunwoo, all rights reserved.

[frogtanii]

Beautiful Boy ✨

sub!suga x fem!reader

< warnings. MATURE (smut babey), gentle femdom, blowj0b, cunnilingus, vague usage of bondage, excessive usage of “baby”, little splash of overstimulation, uhhh

< an. holy shit this took forever AND it‘s the first time i’ve written smut in YEARS so any feedback is v v much appreciated~ hope this is decent lmaoo 🥺 much thanks to my bby @animeanxiety for helping me figure out who tf this fic was even about <3

okayyy smut below the cut :3

“b-baby, please t-touch me...”

the pleas of your boyfriend reach your flushed ears sending a pang of heat to your core. you turn towards him with a smirk, eyes trailing down to his hands bound in silk ribbon, sharp jawline, muscular chest and finally stopping on his hard, weeping cock, the head flushed in the most beautiful red you’d ever seen.

you can’t help the soft sigh that escapes your lips at the sight. how’d you ever get so lucky? you were blessed with the kindest boyfriend you’d ever had, always willing to go the extra mile for you. just today, he was sure to buy you your favorite food when you were feeling upset about something you can’t even remember anymore, his soft whimpers and groans enveloping your mind, putting you in a lust-filled haze.

“b-baby, i- it hurts...” you’re torn out of your thoughts at the sound of your boyfriend’s whiny voice, your eyes meeting his tear-rimmed ones. you let your eyes drop once again to his crotch, his hips bucking his dripping cock up once he feels the heat of your gaze. his lips part again to whine for your attention but you stop him with a soft smack to his thigh.

“i know it hurts baby. would you like me to touch you?” your words dripping with thinly veiled condescension and the promise of pleasure have a loud, heady moan leaving your boyfriend’s plush lips, a few tears leaking from his eyes and his head bobbing up and down furiously. you can’t help the smile that spreads across your face at his eagerness. “good boy.”

his head tilts towards you when he hears his favorite petname, his eyes begging for your touch; he knows he won’t get any release if he speaks as you denied him his words earlier. you reach out a hand to caress his cheek, brushing away a stray tear with a grin, feeling proud that you were able to reduce your strong boyfriend to such a whimpering mess.

your hands trail down his sweaty torso, fingernails catching on his hard nipples. he lets out a breathy gasp of your name and you smirk, your hands continuing their descent down his body. finally, they reach their destination; the base of his cock. you take a moment to look up at his beautiful eyes, shimmering with tears and you can’t help but release a sigh of admiration.

“oh suga. you’re so beautiful like this,” he whimpers again as you bring your hand back up, pushing a finger into his mouth which he accepts eagerly. “all tied up and perfect just for me... such a good boy...” suga releases your finger, glistening with saliva, and goes to open his mouth before remembering your rules. you just smile and tap his mouth, giving him the indication that he can speak.

“p-please baby, touch me, i-i’ve been so good for you, i-i’ll be your good boy, just t-touch me, please~” his words come out like a broken faucet, high pitched and needy while your own arousal goes unnoticed. all you do is nod and suga lets out a moan of relief as you begin to kiss down his chest, making your way back to his solid member steadily streaming precum.

suga’s breaths begin to shorten as you get closer and closer to where he wants- no needs you to be. you stop shortly just to look at his dick and fuck- does he have a pretty dick. not as pretty as his face when his eyes are streaming tears, his cheeks flushed red, and his voice straining as he begs for you to just fuck him, please, but few things are.

another gasp removes you from your thoughts and makes you focus at the task at hand. haha, hand. you can’t help but snicker a little causing another whine to escape from suga. you slap his thigh again and give him a glare. he immediately shuts up, your heart fluttering at the sight of his easy submission to you. with a sigh, you look back down at his pretty cock, longer than it is thick but satisfying nonetheless, the thick vein on the underside pulsing while thick spurts of precum stream from the bright red, nearly purple tip.

you decide you’re nearly done teasing suga, your own arousal finally getting the better of you and although you adore this look on him, panting and crying for you (god, that never fails to get you going), you and suga are at the ends of your proverbial rope.

his cock twitches at the feeling of your breath over his sensitive head and you can hear the sound of his hands pulling against his restraints, desperate to touch you. you smile before you place a gentle kiss to his slit and his hips cant up towards your mouth, a throaty groan ripping from his chest. you place an arm on his hips to keep him from choking you on his cock (not that that isn’t an enjoyable experience for you both).

you lap up the precum bubbling from his slit just to hear him gasp and whine for you to stop teasing him before you give him a long lick from his shaft to the tip, suckling on the head then taking him down into your warm, wet mouth. the sound that comes from his throat is gorgeous and you can’t help your thighs from clenching together. you pull off of him, ignoring his pleas, to spit into your hand, the filthy sound sending a shudder up suga’s spine.

you take your now wet hand and grip the base of his cock, pumping him at a steady pace and watching his face contort at the pleasure he’s receiving. his moans increase in volume when you finally, finally, give him what he’s been begging for the whole time. your mouth engulfs his cock completely, tears springing to your eyes as his tip hits the back of your throat.

“oh fuckkkk baby, i-it, you feel so fucking good,” suga’s voice breaks off into a whimper as you pick up your pace, sucking him off with a vigor that you didn’t even know you contained. you knew it would only be a short while before he came as you had been edging him for at least an hour beforehand.

suddenly, you feel as desperate as suga to get him to come, his face absolutely beautiful when he reaches his high. you bob up and down on his cock, your spit slick hand stroking the parts of his shaft you can’t reach. suga’s legs begin to shake next to your head and that’s when you know he’s so close (and he voices such).

you pull yourself off his dick to breathe, your hand never losing its pace stroking him. suga’s moans are now increasing in volume and you can’t help but think that your neighbors must hate you but when his abs start to clench and his thighs start twitch, you suck him back down to the hilt and swallow around him, your hands dropping down to play with his balls. that mixed with the sensation of you gagging on his tip sends him over the edge, thick spurts of cum shooting down your throat and one long moan of “fuckkkkkk,” leaving his lips.

you pull off, swallowing the salty, bitter liquid while steadily stroking your boyfriend through his intense orgasm. after a moment longer, he shakes his head, a line of drool creeping down his chin. “too much baby? you did so good for me, my good precious boy...” you let off his softening cock before reaching up and untying his hands, pulling him into your arms, his legs still twitching from the aftermath of his orgasm.

“b-baby, you didn’t cum...” suga’s voice sounds pitiful as he snuggles his face in your chest. you can’t help but smile at his thoughtfulness but his words bring back to mind the pressing matter of your own arousal between your legs. you just brush his hair back and place a soft kiss to his sweaty forehead.

“it’s okay sweetheart, i know you’ll help me out later.” you wink at him but all he does is shake his head vehemently before lifting himself up on shaky arms and pushing you down into the soft pillows on your shared bed. you look up at him with a questioning look in your eyes and he shakes his head again, hooking his long (pretty, my god were they pretty) fingers into your waistband, pulling your shorts and panties down your legs.

“wanna make you feel good, jus’ like you made me feel good...” you feel your cheeks heating up at his unknowingly considerate words and you let your head drop back down into the pillows. after he’s successfully removed your bottoms, he settles in between your thighs, lifting them up and over his shoulders before looking up at you with the fucked out look that you gave him. “c’n i make you feel good baby? can i? please lemme make you feel good...”

suga’s words have you clenching around nothing which you know he can see, a low groan leaving his lips. his eyes meet yours yet again and you nod, giving him the go-ahead to eat you out. his eyes slip closed and a pleased smile curls on his lips. he leans forwards, his nose gently brushing your clit as he takes a deep breath, smelling your essence. you moan, a hand moving down to entangle itself in suga’s grey locks, gently tugging his face towards your awaiting pussy.

you can feel him smirk against your lower lips and despite him literally being centimeters away from your sex, you still gasp in surprise when he licks you from entrance to clit in one go. your hand pulls his hair harder and he whimpers against your clit, his tongue circling the sensitive bud before sucking it into his mouth, your hips bucking wildly against his face.

unlike what you did to him, he allows your hips to bury his face in your pussy, his tongue trailing from your clit to breach your slick entrance, the muscle thrusting in and out of you swiftly. one of suga’s hands move up your thigh to slip two long fingers into your tight hole, easily finding the spongy part on your upper walls, stroking it quickly to make you cry out his name. your eyes roll back in your head when his mouth sucks at your clit, his fingers pistoning in and out of you at a pace you knew too well he was capable of.

the feeling of pressure in your core was building up fast, your hips meeting his fingers at every thrust. “o-oh fuck, baby boy, i’m coming, i’m coming, i’m-“ with a loud moan, you come apart all over suga’s slender fingers which continue to stroke you through your mind-blowing orgasm. your vision definitely whited out for a moment and when you come to, you see suga sitting up between your thighs, sucking your release off of his fingers. your eyes roll back at the sight, your head dropping back to rest on the pillows.

suga moves up to rest beside you, his strong arms pulling you into his chest. “thank you baby,” you murmur, placing a kiss over his heartbeat. he places a hand on your chin, lifting your face up to look at him where you can clearly see the love and adoration reflected in his eyes. you can’t help but turn away from his intense gaze, wiggling out of his arms to go clean yourselves up.

“no baby, stay,” suga whines and pulls you back into his warm embrace, his hands stroking your back, quickly soothing you into sleep. once he’s sure you’re out, he leans down and places a gentle kiss on your lips. “i love you so much...” with that, his lids get heavy and he falls asleep as well, limbs and hearts entangled together.