#saying i love you!! blushing!! all flustered!!!

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Juno ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ | MV1

Max Verstappen x fem! reader

Author’s note: HELLO MY BEAUTIFUL BABIESSS!!! I am back after a really long time and apologies for doing so. Turns out university really does suck the living life out of you lmfao. Anyways currently absolutely obsessed with Sabrina Carpenter, I LOVE HER SO MUCH. I read a fic inspired by her segment during the “Juno” song and decided to write a Max version of it (obviously). Hope you all like it:) Apologies in advance if it doesn’t live up to the other works, I am a little crusty and with my writing right now:/

Happy reading, my lovies💗⭐️

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Every crowd had its own magic, but this one? This was personal. Standing in the front row, dressed in his casual white button-up that hugged his shoulders just right, paired with tailored light pants that made him look effortlessly put-together, was Max Verstappen—F1’s reigning World Champion and, most importantly, your boyfriend.

You pressed a hand to your forehead as if scanning the crowd, your sparkling skirt shimmering under the stage lights.

“Do you guys ever feel like you’re in a room full of people who are just so good-looking that it’s borderline unfair?” you asked, pacing the stage. The crowd screamed in agreement, feeding off your energy.

Well, tonight, my loves, it’s me. I’m overwhelmed. Truly. I mean, look at you guys!” You gestured to the crowd with a wink. “But… but… wait a second.” You squinted out into the sea of faces. “Hold on. Girls, come here. Come here.” You waved your dancers over, whispering conspiratorially into the mic. “Do you see what I’m seeing?”

The spotlight found Max, and the arena absolutely erupted. On the big screen, his expression shifted from mildly amused to completely flustered, a deep blush creeping up his neck as he shook his head, laughing.

��Oh no, no, no, this won’t do,” you continued, pacing dramatically as your dancers gasped and giggled beside you. “Sir,” you said, turning back to the mic, “what’s your name?”

Max cupped his hands around his mouth, his voice booming over the crowd. “Max!”

You grinned but pretended not to hear him. “Sorry, what was that? Did you say… snack?”

The crowd went wild, and Max’s hand flew to his face, shaking his head in disbelief as he laughed.

“Ohhh, Max,” you said finally, smirking as you leaned toward the audience. “Well, Max, I hate to break it to you, but you’re in big trouble tonight.”

He tilted his head, raising an eyebrow as if to say, What now?

“You, sir, are officially under arrest for being way too hot.” Sirens blared dramatically over the speakers, red and blue lights flashing across the stage. You fanned yourself with one hand, swaying your hips to the beat as the crowd screamed louder than ever.

You turned to your dancers, leaning dramatically against one of their shoulders. “Girls, do you ever see someone so attractive that your brain just… stops working?” Your dancers nodded dramatically, fanning themselves as you added, “You’re standing there, clothes falling off, knees weak, heart doing backflips—like, how am I supposed to survive this, huh?”

With that, you reached for the clasp on your glittering long skirt, letting it drop to the floor in one smooth motion. The crowd went wild.

“And now I’m out here practically undressed because of you,” you teased, pointing at Lando as the audience screamed. “So I’m thinking… maybe you deserve these.” You held up the handcuffs and knelt down, extending them toward him.

The audience gasped and cheered as you knelt at the edge of the stage, holding out a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs toward Max. “Max, will you take these from me?”

He hesitated, playing along perfectly as the cameras zoomed in on his flustered yet amused expression. Finally, he reached out with one hand, curling his fingers in a “gimme” motion that had the crowd in stitches.

As he held the cuffs, he tilted his head, examining them with a small smirk before looking back up at you. On the big screen, his smirk turned into a full grin as you pointed at him and announced, “We’re gonna sing this one for you, Max.”

The intro to Juno began, and you performed the entire song with him as your obvious muse, throwing playful winks and cheeky moves in his direction that left him shaking his head with laughter.

By the time the song ended, you turned back to him, breathing heavily into the mic. “Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for Max Verstappen!”

[kurooku]

megumi fushiguro is the kind of guy who gets set up on dates by his friends all the time, just for them to be unsuccessful. is not that he isn’t a good looking guy (and he knows that at this point), it's just his aura that comes off as off-putting. he hangs out with the girls, brings them to places like the arcade or random parks, and the date ends up to be pretty boring. the girls usually look pretty bummed that he isn't really a taker, or in general that his vibe isn't overall welcoming and at the end of the day he never gets a call back. he actually isn't all that interested in 'finding love', he mostly says yes to his friends so that they will get off his back about it.

"just this time, fushiguro. it won't happen again." yuji itadori is saying, after asking him to go out with one of his girlfriend's friends. megumi isn't even looking at him, scrolling mindlessly on his phone. "yeah, sure."

he doesn't even mind all that much at this point, he knows already how its going to be. he's just going to have to sit through the night with a plain face, knowing that the person on the other side of the table is never going to want to speak to him again.

that's what he thinks until he meets you. he is blinded at first by your beautiful smile, that pops up as soon as he introduces himself. yuji and his girlfriend picked a place this time, sending you to a chinese restaurant that opened up somewhere downtown. he looks at you carefully, as if he his scared to ruin you by staring too much, while you order something to drink. you're all smiles and kindness he almost feels out of place.

it is silence at first, after a first shaky conversation about how the day is going or something like that. fushiguro almost blames himself for his dryness in answering, because you actually are a cute girl and he wouldn't mind striking a conversation, he just doesn't know how to. gladly, you do.

at first, it feels like an interrogation. you keep asking questions and he keeps answering briefly. then he starts saying stuff back and the conversation blooms. you guys talk about school, friends, food, bands you like to listen to. he is a good listener, you are a good talker. he makes you feel heard, always nodding to whatever you are saying and adding something here and there, and you make him feel seen, never looking away from his eyes while you speak.

at some point - mind you, he doesn't even know how or what he did say - he makes you laugh. the conversation was about the gyoza y'all were eating, it wasn't even all that interesting, but your laugh sweeps him almost off his feet. right there and then he swears its the best thing he has ever heard.

delicate yet full of emotions, your laugh fills the room. the sound is haunting even when it's over and other people in the restaurant look at you fondly while your face relaxes and your cheeks still hurt. he was staring at you the whole time, almost carving a hole in your face. "you have a beautiful laugh" he blurts out, while his face blushes like crazy and his mind yells why did you say it like that you weirdo.

you flutter your eyes a little bit, surprised by the heartfelt comment, but quickly thank him. "thank you, fushiguro. i kind of can't wait to hear yours." you wink at him playfully, but your answer made his heart sink. his ears get violently red while he quickly looks away, flustered.

he never actually got to this point with any girl before, and he feels weird, really. it's like he doesn't even know what to do, but at the same time he doesn't have to know. its easy, it's natural.

at the end of the night you give him your number, writing it on the back of his hand with a pen you asked the waiter for. you are not scared of anything, he thinks, while he walks you to the bus stop and watches you walk beside him. for the first time in his life, megumi fushiguro feels the need to have more. more of you, more of this. he feels like wanting it all.

back to his dorm, before going to sleep, itadori knocks on his door. "how did it go?" he asks, eyes lighting up in excitement. fushiguro doesn't say anything at first, but then, looking away from his friend, he sticks out his hand. blue ink shines on his palm, almost reflecting the dim light in his room, and yuji cheers out loud.

"I knew you could do it, fushiguro! I'm so proud of you!" and he pretends to wipe away a tear, meanwhile megumi thinks that actually he didn't even do much, he was just himself. and this time, it worked.

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dude i love jayce so much it’s a problem like AHHH i wanna request sum fluff but i literally don’t care what it’s abt i js want him bro. like it can be domestic shit or like whatever LMAO i’m so bad at doing requests but i love how u write

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I LIKE THE BEARD… - JAYCE X READER

synopsis: your lovely boyfriend Jayce has changed his look as he's gotten older. His hair has gotten longer, messier; and he’s grown a wonderful beard. He wants to get rid of it. You say otherwise.

warnings: Jayce is hot, fluff fluffy fluff, appreciating Jayce, Jayce getting flustered, some insecurities mentioned, pre-established relationship, man I don’t know this is fluffy self-indulgence that this anon and myself are craving, Grammarly is my beta

genre: m/f or m/m

p.s. Y'all don't understand how happy I am that people are requesting things and just talking to me in either my asks or my comment sections in my fics. Keep it up, love ya <3

Dating Jayce is a dream come true. You two have been friends for as long as you can remember. You've had a crush on him since you were both twelve; you're breaching into your thirties now.

He's always been a massive sweetheart, willing to help anyone out, incredibly smart, funny, witty, if a bit naive with a massive tunnel vision when he's inspired.

You love him with all your heart.

This new look has you blushing like a tween again, rather than you being his partner of almost five years.

Jayce isn’t a massive fan of it.

You can see it in the way he runs his fingers through his hair, or scratches his heavily stubbled cheek. You know he's only putting up with it for you. And you greatly appreciate that.

Jayce has always been handsome, but this… this elevated him to a whole new level.

So when you wake up one day, the other side of the bed cold, you know exactly where he is. He's contemplating how he looks in the mirror.

Judging every supposed flaw and imperfection he sees.

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You trudge your way over to the ensuite connected to your bedroom. Your hair is a mess, you quickly threw on one of Jayce's massive button downs, and you think your underwear is crooked.

With a light sniff, as you rub one of your eyes, you enter the bathroom and see Jayce; nitpicking his reflection in the mirror. His shaving kit is out. You feel a jolt of energy enter your body as your eyes widen.

“Sweetheart… what’s that?”

Jayce looks at you through the mirror and lightly shrugs, “My shaving kit. Gotta look presentable at the next council meeting.”

Your eyebrows furrow at that, “You were so proud of yourself when you first grew out your beard, then like a switch you didn't like it. What's going on in that big brain of yours?”

A sigh escapes the handsome man and his shoulders drop, “Some of the council members made comments about my new look. Something along the lines of me looking more like a ruffian than the Man of Progress.”

You want to throttle those council members.

You walk up behind Jayce, hugging his back and putting your chin on his shoulder, “Well I think you look even more handsome! You're not in your early twenties anymore Jayce. How you look and style yourself is going to change, it does for everyone! Do I still have the exact same look when I was in my early twenties?”

“No, you've changed a bit over the years.”

You run a hand through Jayce's longer hair and bring it down to his beard; the back of your hand caressing his face, “Your opinion matters most. Do you want to keep this new look, or do you want to shave it?”

Jayce looks into the mirror in a contemplative silence, before smiling at you and putting the shaving kit away.

“I like this look. Those council members can kiss my ass, they're just too lazy to make new posters and cups.”

You laugh at that, throwing your head back before kissing his shoulder. Jayce whirls you around and gives you a passionate kiss, he wraps his arms around you and lightly lifts you into the air. You wrap your arms around his neck.

“I love you, you know that?”

“I love you too.”

“You better, you're stuck with me for all eternity.”

You beam a grin at him, “I wouldn't have it any other way. Now, when's this meeting? Let's dress you up so nicely that those members choke on their own spit and hopefully die.”

“Babe! You can't say that!”

“Oh yes I can, they sure as shit can't hear me. We’re at home. What're they gonna do? Send in a swat team of enforcers and put me in Stillwater because I'm offended they made my wonderful, beautiful, sexy boyfriend upset! I don't think so!”

Jayce boisterously laughs as you drag him back to the bedroom, “The meeting is in about an hour and a half.”

You smirk, “Time to doll you up then.”

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It honestly doesn't take that long to doll up Jayce. He's always been handsome.

You pull out his killer outfit. It’s an all-black ensemble with red accents. He's always looked so scrumptious when he wears it, and he knows it.

He gets dressed, puts a small bit of pomade in his hair so it loses its frizz, and sprays on some delectable cologne. There's almost fourty minutes left until he needs to leave.

He should've gotten ready a bit later. He's so gorgeous, you're itching to get your hands on him and ruin the work you two just did.

And he knows it.

He just keeps smirking at you, his dimples popping out each time. He lightly licks his lips, he even subtly poses for you. That bitch.

You walk up to him as he appreciates himself in the mirror (as he should) and squeeze yourself in between him and the dresser, you wrap your arms around his neck and fiddle with the collar of his shirt.

“Would it be so bad if you were… a little late to the meeting?”

Jayce looks at the clock on the wall, “Nah, we got time.”

Before you know it, he's picked you up and tossed you onto the bed. He quickly follows suit as you unbutton his top as he kisses your cheek and goes down to your neck.

Fuck those councillors who talked shit about your boyfriend. He's the most handsome man in the world, and you'll make sure he knows it everyday.

JAYCE WITH MESSY HAIR, A BEARD, AND THE ALL BLACK OUTFIT WAS MY DOWNFALL IN S2. WHY DID HE ONLY HAVE IT FOR O N E SCENE ISTG WHY DID THEY DO THAT?!?? PAPA ME WANT MORE MOVIE 🫴🫴

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Thin Ice: part two

Hockey! Vi x Ice skater! reader

Warnings: dumb lesbians being dumb and avoiding their feelings!! Reader is a bit mean and vi is easily annoyed, I write a corny fight scene, goofy intoxicated sex, drunk driving but they are fine, eating out (reader receiving), choking (vi receiving), tribbing

Genre: smut, fluff and angst the whole nine yards lol

A/N: this is the final part guys!! This series was fun!! It gives me confidence in my other series as this is my first one!! I hope you enjoy my writing as I still experiencing with my writing style and how I want to portray these characters and represent reader so thank all 100+ of you guys which is crazy that’s there over 100 of you reading my stuff I appreciate all you horny freaks ʕ>⌓<｡ʔ

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Vi and I have gotten closer since the day in the library. Honestly if she wasn’t so seductive we could’ve been best friends in the first place.

We live off campus because it works with our schedules better, and we’re both private people. So private I realize I’ve never seen her room so now that I’m sitting on her bed I’m taking it in. We started living together late sophomore year. It was complicated but it worked for the moment! If we were fucking it was on the couch or counter, and if we wanted to avoid each other we went to our rooms.

I sink further into her mattress as she goes on about the drama on her team. So glad I don’t have to deal with that bullshit!

“Are you listening at all?” She pouts as she lays on me. I run my hand through her pink hair, “of course vi” I exhale.

“Am I annoying you?” Shr whispers as she tucks her head into my neck. “No I exhaled because you’re heavy…you don’t annoy me.” I lift her face up and kiss her forehead.

She puckered her lips and I gave her a quick kiss. I know fucking is what made us awkward in the first place but we aren’t fucking just kissing as friends.

“Okay enough of that let’s get ready for this party!” She exclaims as she gets off me. We are party girls through and through however I’ve been enjoying them less recently.

“You don’t wanna stay in maybe?” I whisper playing with my hair. Vi sits back down on the bed, “do you not want to go anymore? You okay?”

“Just feel like being alone with you…”

“I don’t think we should be alone together.” She laughs and something about that pisses me off so I push myself off the bed and say I’m going to get ready.

Before I could enter my room door Vi grabs my wrist. “Don’t pull that distant bullshit with me, if I hurt your feelings say that!”

“Why can’t we be alone together?” I huff

“C’mon cupcake you know why.” She states softly as she lets me go and leans on the wall. She’s right, even though we kiss we have been very platonic with each other and it’s the healthiest we’ve ever been. It’s nice having a friend in her but I want more I just don’t know how to truly express that!

“Your right…”

That’s what I play in my head as I mock myself as I get ready.

When I left my room vi was in a wife pleaser, baggy pants and docs. She likes to get creative in her style so we made our own patches and attached them to her jeans. “Aww your wearing them!” I say as I bend down to look at her pants. I hear her flustered giggle, “of course can’t let my cupcakes skills go to waste.”

I fluff her hair, “you look good” and that breaks a soft blush on her face. “You look beautiful” she takes my hand and spins me. “Wait before I forget, here.” She attaches a heart shaped carabiner onto my shorts that had her name on it. “And I got a matching one!” She shows me her heart shaped carabiner that had my name on it.

“Let’s leave before I make love to you.” I declare as I quickly walk out with a laughing but flustered Vi tailing me.

The party was loud and crowded. I probably had four shots at this point and was dancing with one of my senior friends Mel. We were shouting lyrics and giggling until I had to jump off to grab us sims more drinks.

Vi and I don’t always stick close during parties but I feel like everywhere I turn I see her in the crowd. It could be the alcohol or she could be watching.

I should’ve token that as a sign because some bitch bumped into me when I had our drinks in my hands. Now it’s crowded so I understand but I would’ve appreciated an apology but her ass laughed so I grab the closest drink and throw it at her! Leading her to punch me and now we’re tussling on the floor. It was all happening so fast and I knew my nose was bleeding but I was on top of her and was wailing on her until Vi picked me up by my waist.

“Get off me!” I yell and thrash in her arms until she yells at me to chill out. I calm down once I’m in the car and Vi drives me back in silence.

“Is ny hair fucked up?”

She gives me a once over, “do you want me to tell you the truth?”

I gasp at my ponytail, “that bitch made me fuck up my slick back!” I cry the alcohol definitely kicking in.

Vi laughs, “I’ll fix it when we get back.” That alone made me cry harder.

Once we’re home I get all the supplies I need and we fix my hair in the living room. I allow Vi to help me if she listens to every single detail I give her! One time I let her just do it and she cut my wig into a fuck ass bob…she’s lucky I’m pretty enough to pull that shit off.

“See good as new baby!” Vi exclaims as she’s very proud of herself. “All you did was gel it back…”

“Can I have a win please?” She pouts and I just kiss her

“There a win” I giggle as I move onto the couch next to her.

Vi pulls me onto her lap and we cut on any random movie, it’s background noise as we talk.

“You think I’m a pushover?” She whispers, “honestly you can be, but it comes out of love!”

“Yay I’m an loving pushover.” She snorts but I know she was kinda hurt. “I’m saying you do all you do for people because you love them, but you gotta do more for yourself Vi.” Her fingers interlock into mine and squeeze.

I turn to face her, “like if you want something you should just go for it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah” I whisper as I lean in and meet her lips.

Quickly she shoved her tongue into my mouth. She’s always been a desperate kisser. Her hands leave mine so she can cup my face. I slow down the kiss by sucking her tongue then biting it, causing a whimper to come from her mouth.

We move to her bedroom in the process knocking down furniture. We laugh against each other as she pushes me onto the bed. We’re quick to take each others clothes off.

Sloppily she trails kisses down my body causing a mixture of giggles and moans. She doesn’t even take my panties off just kissing through it till it’s wet enough. “Vi you have to move them.” I laugh as she mumbles that she doesn’t.

I try to pull them down so she bites my finger and I laugh. She sucks my clit through the cloth but pulls it aside a little to get three fingers in there. My back arches and I reach for her hair, “still sensitive?”

“Fuck you” I whine

“You will, be patient” she laughs into my cunt.

My whines turns to moans as she moves my panties further so she can flatten her tongue against my pussy.

“You taste so good, just for me” she says as she looks up at me. “Just for you.” I moan as I grip her hair and push her in further causing her nose to nuzzle into my clit.

“Fuck!” I repeat as I feel myself orgasm as she continues to thrust her fingers into me. I pull her head away and stare into her fuzzy eyes. “C’mere” I say shakily and she crawls over to me to kiss me.

I wrap my legs around her so I can flip us over. I don’t break the kiss as I place my cunt on top of hers. She moans in my mouth as I slowly grind.

Wanting to get a better rhythm I pull away so I can press my weight down on her.

She reaches for my tits to squeeze them and I moan feeling her coarse fingers pinch my nipples.

Her moans intensify as I move one of my hands from her shoulders to her neck. VI’s eyes are half lidded and have nothing behind them. I squeeze till her moans are breathy and broken.

“You sound so beautiful baby.” I whisper and I feel a sense a satisfaction knowing she can’t respond.

I know she’s close as her moans get high pitched. My hips stutter as I reach my peak too and I fall into her as we cum in unison.

Vi holds me as I release my grip on her neck and move it to rub her face. “Is this a good time to ask you out?” I laugh after catching my breath.

“It’s the perfect time” She laughs shakily, “just promise me you’ll talk to me please.”

“I promise, I want to be better for us.” I say rolling over so I can look at her. “You have to promise to stop trying save everyone including me.”

“I promise” she whisper as she gives me her pinky.

As our fingers interlocked and our foreheads touched I knew I’ve found the love of my life.

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A/N: omggg this took me forever!! I hope this doesn’t feel rushed but I knew I wouldn’t write a third part of this cause I’m not gonna do miscommunication and I feel like the problem wasn’t them as a couple but them as people (more so reader lol); I love how this isn’t really about their sports at all lol. I hope you like it @lemon-criminal !!

Taglist: @manfuckthisimout @bambishaven

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HYUN-JU x SHORT!READER

pairings. cho hyun-ju x f!reader

author's note: if u wanna see an x tall!reader click here. as always, my requests for hyun-ju are open! just be sure to read this before sending me an ask🫶🏻 also i've been wanting to write for kang dae-ho, so pleasee send me some ideas for him!!

▸ we love to see a cute height difference in a relationship. hyun-ju's tall, 6ft-ish. she towers over you, you find it intimidating but she finds it funny, how you look so tiny from her perspective.

▸ she treats you like a princess. i believe her love language is acts of service & quality time. she loves being around you and loves spending time with you.

▸ i don't think the height difference would make a huge change in the relationship, but it definitely shows subtly.

▸ like how you have to go on your tippy-toes when you kiss her, how you're usually the small spoon during cuddles, and when hyun-ju's the small spoon your legs hang a little.

▸ it's cute for sure. since she's taller she'll appear more dominant, through her actions you could totally see that.

▸ how she rushes to open doors for you, she'll spoil you with whatever you want; flowers, matching necklaces, rings, or just anything you bat an eye at, hyun-ju gets it immediately. she lends you her coat when you're cold, even if it's oversized on you, she thinks it's adorable.

▸ you of course repay it, in your own way. giving her kisses while cupping cheeks, her hands holding your waist, giving you support as you try to get to her height— kissing her until your lipstick stains her face.

▸ since your clothes are smaller than hers, you share your jewelry or items with her. your purse with the keychain she gave you, a necklace with a pretty butterfly, anything!

▸ if you see her like a specific item— "you wanna keep it? looks really good on you, hyun. so pretty."

▸ most of the sweaters you wear are hers, it's scented like her and it's engraved in your head. it gives you warmth and comfort.

▸ hugs with her are the best. it can cure you like medicine.

▸ when cuddling, she'll let you lay on her chest, hearing her heartbeat while you both stay in comfortable silence. it's one of her favorite moments during the night, just peaceful quiet with the occasional soft whispers from you.

▸ after a long day, she loves to lay her head on yours. and you'd lay your head on her shoulder. it makes for a sweet and genuine moment.

▸ she basically treasures you. that's how all relationships should make you feel, treasured.

▸ if you ever get picked on for your height, i'll say it again— hyun-ju can be really intimidating. like really, really, really intimidating.

▸ ouhhhh, AND SHE'S STRONG. sorry, i just had to mention that. you've basically hit the jackpot.

▸ that also means she can carry you anywhere, regardless of your height or weight. this is what i mean when i say she treats you like a princess. she'll literally pick you up just to tease you, she knows how flustered you can get.

▸ you know how to pick up as well, as in "pick up lines". you're quick with it too. oh and, hyun-ju blushes from her ears. it's just a tiny thing to notice, but it's so cute.

▸ you two would just be the sweetest duo. with the multiple vases full of fresh flowers in your home, framed photos of each other, the 0.5 pictures hyun-ju has saved of you on her phone (she has a whole album for it), the surprised dates. she'd just be so lovely and fun.

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NSFW Alphabet (Leviathan Edition)

Series: Obey Me!

Genre: Smut/Headcanon

Word Count: 1.9k words

Pairing(s): Leviathan x Female MC

A/N: Levi has two-dicks in this one; you're welcome :)))))

Original Template by @/the-coldest-goodbye 

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Levi gets flustered when he has to ease the pain or clean you up after you collapse from your orgasm. He would do so awkwardly with tissues and repeat reassuring phrases, all while his nose bleeds from all the blushing.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

Levi sometimes has trouble finding something worth admiring about his body, but over time, he’s come to appreciate himself and everything you love about him. He likes his oddly slim and fit body, considering he spends most of his days in his room. Levi loves your whole body, especially the parts that arouse him, like your ass, thighs, and breasts. You can catch him staring at them with a blushing face so often.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

Buckets. Buckets of the saltiest cum you will ever taste, it’s like seawater. Levi can cum twice as much thanks to his tentacle-like cocks, lookin’ like they came straight out of a hentai manga. It is another body part he is proud of, but he’s a little embarrassed. He loves it when you make both of them cum anywhere on your body; it’s his own way of marking you.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Levi is a certified little freak, so before he got intimate with you, he would find ways to keep your scent with him at all times. He did so by stealing your panties and sniffing them as much as possible. Levi couldn’t resist always having a piece of you with him. When he came on them, they would always end up clean after a laundry wash and back in your drawers as if nothing happened. This is only one of the freaky things he’s into…

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

No experience whatsoever. Levi only knew how sex worked through the hentai he’s watched and the ergoes he’s played late in unholy hours. Because of this, what he’s into and wants out of you is almost straight out of an idealized and fictional version of sex. But of course, he’s a demon with two tentacle cocks and a scaly tail, so it’s not idealized or fictional anymore ;)

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Whichever position gets him the most overstimulated, so the best way to do that is to have both his cocks inside you. It’s a difficult task for you, but it’ll feel like cloud 9 when he’s two cocks deep inside both holes. He can hold you down by his tail while he fucks you from the back. Any position where you take control is also a huge turn-on for him.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

He does his best to be serious and almost brooding when making love to you, but ultimately, he becomes a blushing mess and constantly breaks character. He can get stubborn and would take charge to keep himself calm. You can always reassure him, and eventually, he forgets his worries.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

So, Levi had some trouble grooming himself before he met you, but he’s put in the effort ever since. Now, he at least tries to smell nice and look cleaner when you’re around. His carpet and drapes are the exact shade of purple, and he will occasionally shave if he wants to.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

Very intimate, he would repeat a slew of “I love you” and “You love me too, right?” Even if pleasure is what he wants, love is always attached to whatever he does.

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

Levi often has to use two pocket pussys to jack off, or he humps his pillow or blanket. If he has your panties by his side, he would sniff them as he jacks off. His cocks have minds of their own, pulsing with life and filled with salty cum. They writhe and twist to make Leviathan's orgasm stronger. He also tends to watch some hentai as he jacks off, or he just thinks back to something you did today that turned him on; the thought of you is good enough. His load is huge; he would need a box of tissues or a warm bath to wash it all off.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

There is a lot, and maybe that’s cuz he watched too much hentai, and there may even be some “messed up” things he’s into, but he’s too nervous to admit it. For now, he’s into roleplay, cosplay, shower sex, double penetration, and definitely some degradation. If he wants to be the one in control, he will use his tail on you as his cocks pump you with his demon seed, just like in his games~

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

He prefers your room because you will only have eyes on him. He can do his room, but it makes him a bit self-conscious when all his figures and posters stare down at him. He also does it in the bathroom when both of you have shower sex or when he rubs one more before washing off all the jizz on his body~

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Anything you do can give him new ideas to fuck you or to be fucked by you. Sometimes, his envy could make him do things like suggesting a new position or a new kink. The more you tease him, the more he wants to be in bed with you. The fear of losing you to one of his brothers haunts him, so he would do anything to have you all to himself.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Levi is willing to try many things, but if you're not down for them, he won't bring it up and would apologize for suggesting it. In return, he would never allow sharing you with anyone else; sharing you will NEVER be on the table. Any position requiring too much stamina would also be a bit much.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He’s a novice in giving oral, but he’s been improving. His slimy tongue can help reach the most pleasurable spots like it’s a third dick. He takes his time and constantly needs orders if you want him to go fast or slower. He LOVES receiving it, though. If you could take one cock in your mouth and just jack the other one off, it’s good, but taking both at the same time is the best feeling ever. If you could deepthroat, he would be writhing in moans until his load fills your mouth and covers your chest. If you can give it to him while he is gaming, he will go crazy~

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Levi is gentle at first. Two cocks are a lot to take in, so he’s careful when it comes to inserting them and thrusting in and out of you. Levi can go as fast as possible when you get used to them. He is at his roughest when that jealousy takes over like he’ll be leaving bruises inside your pussy.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He absolutely hates them but needs them cuz it’s more of a hassle to deal with two cocks getting erect in the middle of class. Levi would have to drag you into the bathroom stall and relieve himself.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

He’s down to try freaky stuff with you but wants to keep it all between you and him. If anyone found out about what he’s into, it would be a HUGE reputation drop; at least, that’s how he sees it. Even the tiny kisses you give him in public make him a bit nervous, but he does his best not to be overcome by that desire.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Levi is the type of guy who gives it his all in the first few rounds. Either he goes for a few when you are the one domming him, or he goes for one or two when he tries taking control. He tries putting his effort into thrusting the most, and he lets his tail hold you in place as he pounds you like a fuck doll.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Levi owns two fleshlights, a dildo, and a hitachi wand, and he often uses either one of them every night. He loves using them on you, especially the dildo, for a risky triple penetration session or the wand to overstimulate your clit. Or maybe he’s fucking himself with them while he fucks you; the more stimulation, the more wild he will get~

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Levi’s definition of teasing you is texting you screencaps of hentai manga and sex toys he found online with captions like “can we try this?” or “can you do this to me?” He also sends you pictures of him in lewd cosplay with just as lewd poses. It was like, over time, he learned how to tease you. Of course, that gives you a reason to tease him back!

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Levi gets loud the more pleasure he gets. He makes all kinds of strange sounds like he’s imitating some hentai character, but no, he just naturally moans and whimpers like one. It’s both unsettling and mesmerizing to listen to, knowing you are the one making him moan like that. He constantly needs to cover his mouth and hold his chest when those sparks of pleasure hit him in the right spots.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

The roleplay and the cosplay kink come hand in hand. Levi loves it when you cosplay as a sexy maid or any of his favorite characters. Fucking his waifu irl has always been his ultimate dream, and knowing that you are the one under that cosplay makes him fall in love with you over and over again. The roleplay can stick for a while, but then both of you would just drop it the moment he moans your name instead of the character you’re cosplaying as~ He can cosplay your husbandos too :3

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Okay, so we already talked about his two tentacle cocks with minds of their own. They are a dark shade of black and blue like his demon form, they cum huge loads, and it’s one of his favorite body parts on him. Even so, they are not huge, they are average-sized, which is something he apologizes for at times, but good lord, two tentacle cocks are enough for your human body to handle.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It's super high, especially when you drive him up the wall with your cuteness and sexiness. He’s been learning how to keep his desires steady, plus his super high moments were mostly back when he thought there was no chance with you, but it still doesn’t stop him from having such a high drive for you.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

With his lack of stamina, he can fall asleep quickly. As long as you are by his side when he sleeps, he will feel comforted and content with his performance in bed. Seeing your face before your eyes close is like something out of a dream.

[cogentsummoner]

41+33 for the kiss prompt, please? Smite au bc I’m obsessed with them! 😩💗

41. Kisses shared under an umbrella. 33. An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it.

"You know, this would be so much easier if you were the one holding the umbrella," you griped.

"Now, where's the fun in that?" Toshinori said, half bent over, resting his chin on your shoulder and his long arms dangling in front of you.

"The fun would be in not get your ass soaking wet because it's sticking out from under the umbrella," you huffed. You'd tried reasoning with your soulmate, but he was completely uninterested in anything that meant he'd have to stop hanging off of you, and thus, his legs and ass were getting soaked by the rain.

"Worried about my ass, pumpkin?" he asked, and you could see him batting his eyelashes at you out of the corner of your eyes.

"I'm worried about you getting water all over my apartment with your wet pants," you countered with a sigh.

"Oh, don't worry," he cooed in your ear, "I'll just take them off when we get home-"

"And walk around in wet underwear?" you replied, eyebrow raised.

"I could take those off too," he said, just a little bit too cocky for your liking. Time to put him in his place.

You turned your head to face him, and with your free hand, grabbed his chin as you kissed him. It was a sweet, chaste thing, but it startled him out of his seduction; you could feel the quiet gasp that left him. He could talk a big game all he liked, but he was so weak for affection like that, melting into hugs and kisses so, so easily.

You loved that about him.

And you loved the blush on his cheeks when you pulled apart, and then the flustered pout when he saw the smug look on your face.

"Stop," he whined, burying his face in your shoulder.

You laughed as the rain continued to fall around you. "I didn't say anything, sunflower."

"You're teasing me," he accused.

"You poor baby, whatever will you do?" you mocked good-naturedly. "Your soulmate's giving you kisses, how terrible!"

The tables thoroughly turned, you gently teased your soulmate, the most dangerous criminal in Japan, the rest of the way home.

kiss prompts / accepting!

[midgardian-witch]

In From The Rain

a small gift for the lovely @ierofrnkk

tags: friends to lovers | love confession | Steven being literally wet and pathetic | gn!reader

ships: Steven Grant/Reader

word count: 889

When you heard the doorbell ring this was the last thing you would have expected.

Standing in your doorway, dripping water like a drenched labradoodle, was Steven, almost obscured by a giant bouquet of red, and very wet, roses.

Before he can stammer out any reason for why he is here you pull him inside. You ignore the wet footprints left on your pristine floor by your uninvited visitor. Steven is stammering your name, visibly shaking from the cold but you shush him. You take the bouquet from his hands and put it to the side. 

“Alright, you,” you start, poking his chest with your finger, “are going to take a hot shower. You look like you are going to die on me any second.”

“But-”

“Shower. Now.”

Like a kicked puppy he casts his gaze downward, shuffling his feet awkwardly for a moment before turning around and walking into your bathroom.

“Bath towels are on the rack next to the heater,” you call into the room right after the door closes behind Steven, “Feel free to use my shower gel and shampoo. Don't touch my expensive conditioner though! It's the purple bottle!”

A muffled “Got it” sounds from behind the door and you decide to leave him to it. 

Your eyes are immediately drawn to the bundle of drenched roses you had set aside. Even though they, just like Steven, are soaked through by the rain outside they are beautiful. As you pick it up you bring one blossom to your nose, inhaling its scent. It’s not overpowering, like anything rose-scented always is, but a delicate, natural perfume that delights your senses. It’s rare to get this quality of flowers in the city, or at least not from just any flower shop. He must have spent a small fortune on these, you think as you take in the whole bouquet. 

Red roses.

It’s a bit cliche but as a romantic gift there is nothing that gets the message across more clear than this. Maybe a heart-shaped box of chocolates.

But who are they for? Did Steven not buy them and got them gifted himself? Or was he on his way to a date and stopped by your place for shelter from the rain? Or-

“They’re for you.”

You didn’t even hear the shower stop or the door open. Like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar you turn to Steven. He stands but a few steps away from you, a towel wrapped tightly around his hips, the rest of his skin bare to the world, his hair still damp and sticking to his forehead. 

“Sorry?”

“The flowers. T-they are for you,” he stammers, now that he has to repeat himself. His cheeks flush and oh that blush travels all the way down. You force yourself to not oggle him, instead fixing your gaze to his face.

“For me? But they are…,” you trail off, feeling a bit flustered yourself. Was he really saying what you think he is? 

“I- You know I had this whole speech planned and then you kinda dragged me into your shower,” he explains, chuckling awkwardly, “N-Not that I mind! The shower, I mean.”

“I have to admit I didn’t expect this,” you reply, your hands still clutching the roses. That’s when you notice that somebody removed the thorns, your fingers safe from any cuts or pricks.

Steven fiddles with his fingers, a nervous tick you’ve observed many times. “I have thought about this a lot,” he admits before his eyes widen. “Not me standing in your living room half naked. I mean that too but that’s not what I meant.” You can’t help but chuckle, his awkwardness always cheering you up in one way or another. “I am doing this all wrong, aren’t I?”

He steps towards you, gathering courage from who knows where, and takes your hands in his, the red roses falling unceremoniously to the ground. Your name falls from his lips and suddenly you can’t move your eyes away from him, can’t speak, can’t breathe.

“I am in love with you.”

A soft gasp leaves you and your heart starts pounding a mile a minute.

“You don’t have to reciprocate though I’d be a bloody liar if I said I wouldn’t like that. But here I go being a right plonker telling you how to feel, right? Oh my stars-”

“I love you too.”

Your words make him grind to a halt, his mouth hanging open while his mind catches up with what you said. His eyes start to sparkle and a goofy grin spreads across his lips.

“Really? You mean it?” he asks hopefully. You simply nod, your smile quickly matching his.

“Oh that’s amazing, love! I am so happy! I could-”

He almost reaches out to wrap his arms around you but stops, remembering his half naked state.

“-...put on some clothes.”

Another bout of giggles erupts from your chest and you can feel your cheeks starting to ache. “I’m sure I have something around you can wear. Just stay here, ok? Don’t run away,” you joke.

He stares at you with the most besotted look on his face you have ever seen. “I wouldn’t dream of it,” he replies dreamily before you turn around to look for a shirt or some sweatpants his size.

[silverynight]

The leotard

Actually, Tanjirou felt really comfortable wearing the outfit Kanroji picked for him. It's a pink leotard, white stockings and a cute yellow ribbon tied around the waist.

It's light and it makes it easier for him to move with the stretching and jumping exercises Kanroji seems to love.

The first time the love hashira sees him with it though she turns so red, Tanjirou worries there's something wrong with the way he put it on.

"It's perfectly fine, Tanjirou," she mumbles, almost dreamily. "It's... I mean, I didn't know how thick your thighs were before!"

"Oh," Tanjirou tilts his head in confusion before looking down at himself. "Well, it's because I do a lot of leg exercises before I start my daily training!"

"Yes, I can see that," she sighs with a happy smile on her lips before cupping her own face with her hands.

Tanjirou has no idea why she looks so flustered.

The rest of the day is a little bit weird, Tanjirou feels that a lot of the slayers are looking at him until Kanroji tells them to stare right ahead while they train. It's a little bit odd because even though she's smiling, she smells irritated when that happens.

But she gets over it soon because she puts them in pairs and she decides to train with Tanjirou herself, which improves her mood a lot.

"You look lovely, Tanjirou! I told Iguro about it!" She giggles, blushing again.

"Thanks!" Tanjirou grins back, happy to be with someone as cheerful as her.

Kanroji looks sad when it's time for Tanjirou to leave, but she gives him a hug, a kiss on the cheek and makes him promise to come back so she can make more pancakes for him.

"Of course!"

"Wait! Take the outfit with you!" She giggles. "It's yours now!"

Tanjirou thanks her from the bottom of his heart and heads to the serpent hashira estate.

***

Things get weird again when he arrives; Iguro is waiting for him with an irritated expression on his face, almost murderous, but he actually smells nervous and slightly content.

Tanjirou doesn't understand.

"You probably had a good time with Kanroji!" He hisses, narrowing his eyes. "Well, I'm not as kind as her! So prepare to suffer! But... you'll have to wear the leotard she gave you all the time."

He hesitates a bit after saying that, but Tanjirou thinks he imagined it because he suddenly looks annoyed again.

"Alright!"

When Tanjirou comes back to the training area, wearing the outfit, the first thing Iguro does upon seeing him is to choke.

Then he looks away for a second and clears his throat before explaining the exercise to him.

Tanjirou gets a little bit nervous when he sees a lot of slayers tied to the obstacles and realizes that they have become part of the training room themselves.

They look terrified, which is understandable, but even though they're scared, they seem to notice Tanjirou's outfit.

"If any of you look at him, I'll hit you with this on the face!" Iguro growls, suddenly looking even more pissed than before.

At least he's grabbing a wooden sword at the moment.

The poor slayers close their eyes then; it makes Tanjirou worry even more about them.

The first day of training is brutal, but surprisingly, Tanjirou almost manages to hit Iguro, which shocks him a bit.

Although the serpent hashira informs him that it doesn't count.

"I was distracted!" He hisses, face turning slightly pink. "You shouldn't bend over like that!"

Tanjirou narrows his eyes in confusion. He was just trying to avoid another hit from him; he's not sure why he's so angry about that.

Before leaving, and once Iguro allows everyone to take a break, he tells Tanjirou to change back to his regular uniform.

"Don't wear the outfit unless I'm in the estate, alright?" He snarls, viciously glaring at the other slayers before looking back at Tanjirou.

The redhead nods, wondering why that leotard has become so important for his training.

"Didn't know he was a thirsty bastard," one slayer comments, as soon as Iguro is gone.

"I thought he only liked the love hashira!" Says another, looking particularly amused. "But it seems he also likes redheads!"

Tanjirou's confusion only grows, but he's a little bit busy, trying to take care of his wounds to pay attention to their conversation.

"Can you blame him though?" Another one chuckles and suddenly everyone stares back at Tanjirou again.

"At least we get to bathe with him!"

"Yes!"

"Huh?" Tanjirou blinks in confusion again as another slayers pushes him inside.

When it's time to leave, Iguro tells him he needs to come back after all his training is over and that he must wear the outfit again.

"Oh, alright!" Tanjirou smiles, deciding not to question it. "I'll see you then!"

***

Shinazugawa's training is hell; it's even worse than Iguro's because the wind hashira doesn't give them a break until they pass out on the ground. No wonder why Zenitsu is so terrified of it.

And for some reason, Shinazugawa seems to make it more difficult for Tanjirou than everyone else.

Genya is there too, but the wind hashira ignores him completely. Tanjirou doesn't understand; Kanroji told him before that they were brothers.

"You all are a waste of my time! Useless!"

Just then, as Tanjirou falls on the ground for the fifth time that day, he thinks about the leotard.

"Wait! Can I put on the outfit Kanroji-san gave me?" He asks Shinazugawa, who's eye is twitching now. "Iguro-san thought it was important for my training too and made me wear it!"

Despite looking clearly irritated, the wind hashira nods, mostly because he's curious now.

When Tanjirou comes back wearing the leotard, a lot of things happen at once: Genya turns completely red and falls on the ground, the other slayers keep staring at Tanjirou until Shinazugawa snaps at them and when he finally looks back at the redhead, he freezes, a light blush covering his cheeks before he turns his back on Tanjirou.

"We're done for today. I need to take a cold bath," he grumbles, voice not as loud as usual. "If I find you staring at him again, I'll gouge your fucking eyes out!"

When he leaves, Zenitsu pulls Tanjirou into his arms and starts sobbing over his shoulder.

"You saved us, Tanjirou!" He cries happily. "Please wear this every day!"

"Huh? Why?"

Genya pushes Zenitsu away and hugs Tanjirou against his broad chest, covering him with his arms.

"Sanemi told you not to look at him!" He yells, still as red as a tomato.

Tanjirou is so confused. Maybe he shouldn't wear the leotard again, at least not during Shinazugawa's training.

***

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[joeyspuckbunny]

hi hi!! i’d love if you could write something super fluffy where joseph gets flustered because you call him pretty boy - i always love how he looks when he blushes ❤️

"Almost ready, Joe?!" you yelled through the bathroom door as he finished putting his socks. "Yep." he answered, his voice raised slightly so you could hear him.

You open the bathroom door and walk out in a navy blue, satin gown and turn towards the full length mirror leaning against the wall. Joe's eyes go wide, though you don't see it. You hair lays in perfect curls down your back and your makeup is done immaculately. It's not too much but it strengths your already drop dead gorgeous features.

"Wow," Joe mumbles under his breath. You turn and look at him, "What did you say?". Joe smiles and says, "Nothing, baby, you look stunning.".

Joe could not believe how beautiful you were. All dolled up for another NHL gala before the beginning of the regular season. He did not deserve you, but he was not complaining that you were his.

You smile back at him. "Thank you. Do you like how it fits?". He nods and makes his way over to you. "I'm happy I bought it for you. You make it look even more beautiful.". He leans down and kisses your forehead.

"You look great, too. Who are you trying to impress, pretty boy? Trying to find a new girl?" you say, chuckling slightly at your joke. Joe's cheeks go red and he smiles sheepishly. He looks away quickly and rubs the bcak of his neck. You smile at his reaction and go on your tip toes, kissing his cheek.

"Come on, love, let's go. We are gonna be late and Steph will kill us."

note: i was struggling so hard with this but i like how it turned out !! pookie would def get so nervous anytime you compliment him. i hope you enjoy, my love!! xoxo

[ravenwind-75]

Healing You, Healing Me for @stein0806

(my part of art trade)

“You know I can feel you watching me right?” Ominis sighed, sensing the presence of the small young woman watching him from behind the large plant in the Slytherin common room. 

Fio blushed bright pink and in her rush to scramble out from behind the plant she tripped over it and fell on her face, tipping the plant and spilling dirt all over the floor. Recently she had been cursed with a massive crush on the Gaunt boy and it had left her in quite a state. She hadn’t been able to sleep for days and couldn’t figure it out. She had decided maybe if she watched him for a while she would be able to determine why she had fallen so hard. The thing was Ominis was annoyingly very aware of her presence and now the tall gorgeous man was trying to help her off the floor making her all the more flustered. But she still took his hand shamelessly. 

“I-I’m fine Ominis, thank you very much. I just lost my balance. And I wasn’t watching you, I-I just came to ask you a question about- about potions. Yes, that was it!” She lied. 

Ominis’s lips curled up into a little smile at her rambling and how quickly she pulled her hand out of his as soon as he helped her up. He dusted the dirt from his robes before casting a cleaning spell which left no sign of her clumsiness which he had become quite used to. It was incredibly cute when she was like this, the usually very serious and quiet witch reduced to a rambling awkward mess. She was more talkative when she was comfortable with someone, something he had learned after he finally started to accept her presence due to Sebastian’s prodding. She was very witty, always with something sharp to say, so a loss of words was odd for her. 

“Is it about love potions? Did Garreth slip you one because if he did I can deal with him for you.”

“No, no, why do you think that?” Her voice was a little steadier now and a tad confused. 

Ominis was a bit relieved, but it also removed one of the reasons she could be acting this way. “Oh, that’s good to hear, Fi, but it just increases my concern. Are you sure you aren’t unwell?” 

“Why would I be unwell?” Fio asked, trying to fake normalcy but when he pressed the back of his elegant hand to her forehead, concern etched in his brow she was very unwell indeed. 

“You just haven’t been yourself lately. You’ve been clumsier than normal, lacking words, and very warm. I believe you got even more flushed just now. Are you sure it’s nothing?” 

Sebastian looked up from the book he was reading, a shit-eating grin stretching from one freckled cheek to the other. “Oh, I know exactly what's wrong with her Ominis, I could tell you.” 

It had to do with potions actually, brewing amortenia was what began her spiraling after what she smelled and Sebastian was practically bursting at the seams to tell since he figured it out. 

The look she shot him however made him quickly change his mind, a flicker of an electric warning in those usually calm hazel eyes. He knew that even at five feet, three inches she could still kick his ass. Never underestimate the quiet girl, especially the one who took on Ranrok. 

Ominis was left out of this visual conversation, so turned to Sebastian expecting an explanation for Fio’s abnormal behavior. Ominis could be quite the worry wart when it came to friends, especially for one he had been harboring secret affections for. But she needn’t know that. 

“What is it, Sebastian? What is wrong with her?” 

“Uhhhh….” Sebastian scrambled for an explanation as Fio pleaded with him silently to stay quiet about her crush. Of course, Sebastian knew about it, being her best friend since the previous year and being annoyingly curious, a trait that had only increasingly grown since he’d known her. Sometimes she told him he should have ended up in Ravenclaw, but he said his ambition was too great. However, his sharp mind was currently coming up short, knowing Ominis could practically smell a lie before it was even uttered. Finally, he just blurted the first thing he thought. 

“Fio was wondering if you’d like to go on one of her adventures with her this evening, but she’s just been overthinking it so much that she made up something else so you wouldn’t come.” 

The look Fio gave him promised retribution. 

Ominis tilted his head in her direction, his expression wary. “What sort of adventure are we talking about? Hopefully, it won’t involve dark magic and dank caverns. You do remember our talk don’t you Fio?” 

Yes, she did. It was when they agreed not to turn in Sebastian. She had argued that she was no better than Sebastian, having learned the dark arts using crucio on her enemies quite often. It didn’t matter if she was harming evil people, they were just as “ innocent” as Solomon. They were wrong in their ways but they still had people who cared about them, they deserved a chance. If Ominis didn't see her as a monster with so much blood on her hands, then why condemn Sebastian for just one murder, something he regretted when she did it willingly?

“Yes, I remember Ominis. I promise it doesn’t involve any dark magic or dank caverns. I know my ancient magic is strong enough. Plus I don’t think the animals I’m rescuing will want to be in any other dark or enclosed spaces than the ones they already will be in.” 

“What do you mean by that?”

“Poachers Ominis, she means poachers.” Sebastian piped up. 

“Poachers?!” Ominis’s voice was sharp. “Poachers are dangerous. You shouldn’t get tangled up with them. I thought you were done with that after Harlow went to prison.” 

Fio sighed. “If only that were true Ominis. But poachers don’t just stop because their leader is gone. I’ve been hunting them for months, just alone, so no one else gets hurt, and secretly.” She said glaring at Sebastian. How long had he known she’d been doing that? 

“That’s incredibly foolish Fio! You could be seriously injured, or killed.” Ominis chided. 

“Which is why you should go with her,” Sebastian said with a wink at Fio. “She needs a strong protector like yourself to keep her safe. You wouldn’t want her to be alone, all by herself out in the Highlands with no one else around.” He grinned as he saw her grow flustered at the thought. 

“I can fend for myself, Sebastian. Have you forgotten how powerful I am?” Fio frowned. 

“Of course not darling, I know you have it handled. Which is why I don’t have to do much when I follow you every night,” he smirked. His brown eyes sparkled in amusement at her shock.  

“You follow her?!” Ominis exclaimed, stealing the words out of Fio’s mouth. 

"Of course, I follow her. Like you said, she could get into trouble, and I wouldn't want anything to happen to our best girl. Plus, it's simply enjoyable watching her in action. She's so powerful and talented; it's great fun seeing her put those poachers in their place," Sebastian chuckled.

Fio glowered at him as he continued  “It's amazing to watch her,” he said with admiration, “it's like she's a different person when she's out there. She's so strong and so brave, and-” 

Fio was flushed with embarrassment by now, and rolled her eyes with a groan, trying to brush off the feelings of thanks she had for his secret aide, and the pride he praise gave her. Yet no matter how right he was that she likely needed someone’s help she didn’t want to accept it. 

“I’m fine,” she insisted, “I can take care of myself.” 

Ominis shook his head. “No, you can’t. You like to think you can do things alone but you tend to forget that most of your success has come from others being by your side. If it wasn’t for Natty you wouldn’t have stopped Harlow. If it wasn’t for Fig you wouldn’t have fixed the repository. If it wasn’t for Amit you wouldn’t have-” 

Damn, she had forgotten she had told Ominis all about this. Now he had things to use against her arguments. This made it so much harder. Why did Sebastian have to open his mouth? 

“No Ominis, I won’t let you risk your life for me. I can do this alone. I don’t need anyone’s help.” 

“Don’t argue with me, Fio. It's final. I’m going with you whether you like it or not. And don’t you dare try to slip away; you know I can always find you.” Ominis was dead serious about that. He had always managed to know what Sebastian and she were up to. It was a good thing she had insisted they tell Ominis the truth because he was always there. 

 Fio sighed in frustration. She had no choice but to accept. “Alright, I’ll meet you in the Room of Requirement around midnight.” 

“Meet you then Fio.” 

~~

Fio was quite surprised when Ominis did meet her in the Room of Requirement. She knew Ominis could hold his own after they went after Sebastian in the catacombs but she didn’t think he would purposely go into danger unless he had to. Ominis fighting poachers, what a thought. Yet here he was, ready to go side by side with her into danger, just the two of them…alone. 

Come on Fio, it’s just Ominis. He’s your friend, be normal. Just because you smelt him in your stupid love potion doesn’t mean anything. He might not even feel the same, so stop this now. 

“Hello, Ominis. Are you ready for this?” 

“Ready if you are,” he held a hand out to her. “Shall we go?” 

“We shall.” Fio took his hand and led him to the floo flame, and taking a deep breath dropped the powder into the green fire, and with a swoosh it took them all the way to Posidear Coast. 

Ominis followed her closely, listening to her every careful direction as they crept towards the first camp where a bunch of diricrawls were being kept captive. Fio wasn’t that surprised when she saw the woman who tried to convince her to allow her to keep the rare white diricrawl Gwenerva who now lived in her vivarium buying feathers from them. Fio waited for the woman to leave before she turned to Ominis’s glistening outline to explain the plan. 

“Okay Ominis, first I’m going to start by sneaking in and petrify as many as I can before they notice me. You stay here and only join in if absolutely necessary do you understand?” 

Ominis wanted to object. He didn’t want to send her in there by herself. He didn’t like how they talked, carried themselves, or talked about how they planned to make the girl he knew was her pay for all she had done. Yet she had dealt with them before, she knew what she was doing. She was already upset he had come, and he wanted her to feel comfortable bringing him along. She had proved many times before that she could handle herself, he had to trust her. 

“Alright but if one of them dares to lay a hand on you I’m not going to sit by.” 

“I will appreciate the hand. But if it gets bad, and we’re outnumbered, you must run, no matter what happens to me. I refuse to let anyone die again on my behalf,” Fio insisted. 

Although concern etched his brow he nodded and gave her a reassuring smile. She took a deep breath and turned to creep into the camp alone. She needed to prove to him she could handle the situation. She was determined to make sure no one got hurt, that he didn’t get hurt. 

She managed to take out five poachers whispering, “Petrificus totalus” and snatching up their money pouches before a poacher animagus sniffed her out and pounced. 

Fio immediately threw up a barrier but was shocked when it wasn’t just the animagus dog that bounced off the shield of yellow light but Ominis, who took the bite meant for her, crying out in pain when the creature's teeth sunk into his wand arm, sending his wand flying. 

“Ominis I told you I had it handled!” She scolded him but as she replayed it in her mind she did realize she would have been grabbed if he hadn’t jumped in the way, his body blocking the blow before her shield did. She cursed her distracted mind. She had been so busy worrying that he would intercede that she hadn’t been paying attention to her surroundings. Now she owed him. 

“Get off him you blasted dog!” Her wand flashed out in a fit of anger, and red lightning wrapped around the poacher animagus, trapping her in the throes of pain she deserved for touching him. 

Ominis’s eyes widened in shock as the word “crucio” escaped her lips, the word she promised to never utter again but he didn’t have time to dwell on that when the curse drew the attention of about a dozen more poachers. He felt around for his wand a moment before he felt her yank him to his feet by the back of his shirt with her unnatural strength, thrusting his wand into his hand. The jeers of the poachers rang in his ears, laughing about having two children to kill. 

“I can’t promise I can keep you safe, Ominis, since you blew your cover. Do your best not to die!” Fio snapped, though her voice shook with fear. She was scared for him; she was now at greater risk now that she wasn’t solely protecting herself. This is why she didn’t want him to come. This is why she never wanted anyone to come. If she died it was her mistake, but if someone else died, it was her fault. Her death wouldn’t matter, but their deaths would haunt her. 

Ominis struggled to fight, his arm throbbing and he grew more lightheaded as blood seeped from the wound on his arm. He heard her cry out several times, and his wand told him that she had been struck while trying to block not only the spells aimed at her but also those intended to hit him. He managed to land a few hits, using Accio to pull them closer before igniting them with Confringo—the one spell he truly enjoyed. It was a spell he could cast with a clear mind while still relishing the rush of power it provided. She however was a force to be reckoned with. 

If she wasn’t defending him Fio could end them instantly, she knew that. But she did her best, using her favorite combinations. Glacius to freeze, incendio to explode, and diffindo to smash their frozen bodies into forgotten bits of nothing in the wind. She was still a murderer, but at least she gave them a chance by not using the unforgivable death curse. Ominis had been right when he told her ancient magic was enough. Even if she wasn’t trying to her spells always caused more damage than others, the wild unchecked magic it was. Still, she was tempted but Ominis was right there and Fio already knew she would hear about using the torture curse later. 

“Ominis we have to get out of here. I can’t- I can’t keep this up, more keep coming.” She sounded exhausted, her ancient magic likely very low from how much she had used it. The thunderclouds that had been boiling above them were fading quickly, and the air that had been crackling and thrumming with her incredible power was returning to normal. Ominis knew they only had a short time frame but he couldn’t help but ask. 

“What about the diricrawls?” 

“Forget about the diricrawls! You’re bleeding!” You’re more important than some stupid birds.” Although her tone was firm and sure he could detect the remorse that they would be unable to save the small creatures from their fated deaths. She had a soft spot for animals, one of the things he loved about her. 

Another short brunette who loves animals must be Poppy’s twin. Sebastian had joked once. 

“Okay, what’s the plan?”

“In a moment I’m going to summon the largest lightning bolt I’ve ever made and then we, run.”

He agreed. 

~~

What happened next was a blur of heat and movement, overwhelming Ominis’s senses. Her bolt of lightning had provided a great distraction but when she swooped him away on her broom it didn’t go unnoticed and they were being chased at top speed across the ocean. She was an expert flyer, and Imelda’s lessons came in handy as she dodged the spells that were no longer friendly but it did no good. They would be surrounded quickly if they didn’t do something soon. 

Fio couldn’t believe what was happening. She had never found herself in a situation like this before—one where she felt trapped and unable to take control. She hated the lack of control because it meant she couldn’t guarantee his safety. She knew she had to take action, but what could she do?

The next moment all Ominis knew was freezing cold water and the oxygen being pulled from his lungs in an icy grip. Fio’s hand gently gripped his and she wrote “wait” on his arm with her fingers, calming him. When his panic subsided he listened through the water to the sound of the poachers above shouting angrily.  Fio had pulled him into the water to hide them.

As the voices faded away, Fio swam towards the surface, pulling Ominis upwards. She resurfaced with a desperate gasp for air, Ominis right beside her. They crawled shivering from the water towards a run-down cabin near the edge. Fio wordlessly prepared a fire  before quickly moving to Ominis’s side, taking his arm gently in her hands. 

He flinched at her touch, pulling away. 

“Ominis, you need to let me look at this; it’s really bad,” she spoke softly, her voice gentle and cautious, careful not to startle him. He was wary of anyone touching him, like an abused dog unaccustomed to a kind touch.

Ominis nodded, his face still pale and trembling, letting Fio carefully examine his injury, her heart breaking at the sight. It was deep and would probably scar no matter what she did. 

“Ominis you shouldn’t have interfered,” she sighed, gently brushing away dirt from the bite with the scrap of clean cloth she had in her bag. “Now they’re still out there hunting and looking for us.” 

“So what? You want me to just stand by and let you get injured?” Ominis asked, a note of disbelief in his voice. 

“Yes. If that means you stay safe.” 

“You’re not serious.” Ominis said flatly, a bit angry now. “You expect me to just sit there and listen to you get ripped to pieces by some dog or cut up or burned by spells when I could be helping? That’s suicide Fio! That’s practically allowing you to kill yourself. I can’t do that, you can’t ask that of me.” 

Fio didn’t answer, just pulled a needle and thread from her bag before Ominis stopped her and healed himself instead with a complicated healing spell. She watched in  fascination as the skin began to stretch and put itself back together. 

“Wow, Ominis I didn’t know you were a healer.” 

Ominis scoffed slightly. “I’m not a healer yet but it’s always good to know some healing spells. You never know when a spell might go wrong or when a potion will blow up. Especially when you happen to have reckless friends such as  I do.” 

Fio couldn’t say anything about that. He was right. She was foolish for running into danger alone. But he didn’t understand the  guilt she’d feel. She has all the power in the world but she failed to save someone else like Fig or Lodgok. She wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she lost someone else. 

Ominis could sense her struggle, her magic unsettled inside her, churning around them anxiously. It felt…heavy. He took the wiggenweld she offered, grimacing as it went down. However, it was worth it when he felt his blood replenishing and his strength slowly coming back to him. 

“Fio let me see yours.” 

“What?” 

Ominis laughed a little at her confusion. “Your wounds, Fi. I heard you get injured. Let me take care of you now.” 

Wordlessly and clumsily she made her way over to him, heart pounding so hard she could swear he could hear it. She willed herself to act normal as he tentatively reached out and felt along her arms and shoulders making her breath hitch. 

Ominis noticed this and how she initially was tense before she relaxed into him. His sensitive fingertips eventually found them, when she hissed in pain. He healed them all quickly enough but couldn’t bring himself to pull away. Her skin was so soft. But he couldn’t help but notice the  scars that lingered. 

“These are from past battles aren’t they.” 

“Yes.” She whispered. 

Ominis sighed heavily. “Please promise me you’ll be more careful. I know you’re strong and brave but you don’t have to do things by yourself all the time... I don’t want to lose you.” 

Fio turned to face him, seeing his vulnerability and worry. She hated to upset him but she couldn’t lie to him either. 

“Ominis I’ll try to be more careful. But I can’t promise you won’t lose me someday. I’m a wanted woman by so many.” 

Ominis looked pained. “Don’t say that. Don’t talk like it’s inevitable. You aren’t going to die, I won’t allow it. I can’t.” 

“I’m not asking you to.” 

“Fiorenza! I don’t care who needs saving, I don’t care that there are dark wizards. I don’t care if I get hurt. I don’t care about any of that. I care about you, that you’re safe. 

“Ominis-“ Fio tried to protest but he wasn’t done.  

“I can live with the fact that dark wizards continue to exist, that poachers are still poaching. But I can’t live without you, do  you understand?” Ominis begged her to listen, reaching out with a bold move to gently cup her cheek in his hand. 

“Ominis, please try to understand. No one else can do what I can. The ministry does nothing and I’m not going to just sit around while innocent animals and people get hurt. Only I can face many alone and survive and if I die that happens. It’s my burden, my honor, and my responsibility. No one else should have to worry. You shouldn’t have gotten involved.” 

Fio tried to stay serious, tried to keep her voice steady but it shook. She almost lost him tonight, the most important person in her life. She couldn’t physically lose anyone else. She almost withered away when she lost Professor Fig, and the thought of losing Ominis was even more unbearable. She would rather die alone than risk him getting hurt. She wanted to let him in, but she couldn’t when she led such a dangerous life. 

His expression softened at her words, his brow furrowing with a mixture of sorrow and something else, something deeper that made her wonder if the feelings he expressed were more than friendship. But that was foolish. He couldn’t love her after all the mistakes she had made. When she still used the dark arts, something he despised. 

Ominis stepped closer making her suck in a breath, his fingers gently brushing her cheek. He couldn't bear to be away from her, even for a second. The thought of being parted from her hurt him deeply as if someone had plunged a knife into his soul. How could she believe she was invaluable? How could she think of herself as nothing more than a tool to serve others? The warmth of her skin was the only thing keeping him grounded in this moment; knowing she was there, safe with him, brought him comfort.

He desired her greatly, yet he was afraid to express his feelings. Vulnerability was something he was not accustomed to, and it left him feeling exposed. Yet it might be the only way to convince her to stop risking her life left and right, recklessly running into danger. He took a deep breath and finally spoke, his voice low, shaky, and raw, so unlike him. 

“I don’t want to be just another person you’re protecting Fio,” he murmured. “But if you’re going to keep fighting alone, then let me fight for you, for your needs. If you can’t promise me that you won’t die, then at least let me be there with you when you go. Let me help carry the burden. I’ll carry it with you, Fio. Please…”

Fio felt a sharp pang in her chest as she gazed up into his earnest star-sapphire eyes that pleaded with her. For a moment she wanted nothing more than to let go, to allow him to be fully part of her world, part of her life. To not struggle alone, to have someone to hold her when the nightmares came, to tend her wounds as he had done just now. But she couldn’t. 

“I don’t want you to suffer because of me,” she whispered, eyes fluttering closed as she allowed herself to briefly enjoy his touch. “You have already suffered enough because of your family. I couldn’t live with myself if I dragged you into this. If you got hurt again, or killed..I’d die.” She sighed pulling away. “You deserve someone who brings light and warmth into your life, not the darkness and cold that comes with bearing a power you didn’t even want. And the dark arts.” 

Ominis scoffed as if what she had just said was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard. “You, my darling, are the furthest thing from dark and cold. The smell of your cooking, especially the warm tomato stew you make for me, warms my insides. I feel even warmer when I hear you laugh or hum a little tune. You make me feel the warmest I've ever felt. Your wit and sweet words lift my spirits on days when I'm down. You stood up for me when Sebastian wanted to leave me out of the loop. You've brought so much light into our lives." He reached for her hand, needing to touch her again as he bared his soul. "As for the dark arts, they'll always be a part of my life, and I see you trying to change. No one forgets those spells, and they're not easy to quit. I forgive you.”

Fio’s eyes shot open and her breath caught. Her pulse quickened, thrumming rapidly against his fingertips. No, no he couldn’t be saying this. She needed to calm down. He was so close and his smell was overwhelming. It was as if she was back in the potions classroom again, his scent all around her. It was overwhelming. For a moment she forgot where she was, but his soft voice broke through her panicked thoughts. “Fio are you okay?” he asked. “Please don’t keep pushing me away.” 

His expression and his voice was so vulnerably honest that she couldn’t breath. It was like he was confessing something to her. Something impossible. Something that must be a delusion. The air hummed between them, electrified by something. Something intimate, building up to something they could never go back from. She turned away, trying to compose her burning cheeks, her awkwardness, and how her voice would break if she spoke. His closeness, his words- they were intoxicating. 

“Ominis, you need to stay away,” she gasped, fighting back the overwhelming wave of emotions. “This—this potion, it's clouding everything… I—I can't think straight.”

Ominis was shocked and confused at her words. At first he didn’t realize what she meant but then he remembered the week before and the potions project they had. How she, his small sweet and incredibly skilled partner had become tense beside him, fumbling with bottling the deliciously sweet scented potion that was amortenia. He hadn’t needed a potion to realize his affections, but it seemed that it had put hers into perspective and she feared his reaction. 

“Darling there is no potion,” he said softly, turning her back to him. “At least not this time.” 

She flushed at her mistake and began to stumble over herself for a explanation but he stopped her, a gentle smirk on his lips. “Did you smell something that surprised you on Tuesday?” 

“I-I….yes, yes I did. I didn’t want to tell you, because it’s kind of an overused thing you know? Oh I didn’t know I loved you until I smelled you in some dumb potion. It’s kind of shallow sounding. But I did love you before it’s just-”

“Shhhh…I know. You were afraid to say so. And I know what you mean. I didn’t need a potion to tell me that the smell of seaspray, grapefruits, and lemon was my favorite smell in the entire world. Yet I didn’t say anything. Because how could a girl as amazing as you love me?” 

Fio’s heart thudded painfully in her chest at his words, the sincerity in his voice piercing through her defenses. She opened her mouth to respond, but no sound came out. Her thoughts tangled in a chaotic mess, and she could barely grasp hold of any coherent words.

Ominis didn’t let her speak. Instead, he reached out gently, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear, his fingers warm against her skin. “Fiorenza, listen to me,” he said, his voice a whisper, but it held a kind of certainty that made her feel like she was drowning in it. “The potion just amplifies what’s already there. So the question is…do you love me too?” 

She couldn’t believe this was happening, that she just heard those words fall from his lips. It was true what he said, she had always known since the Scriptorium. Even though she was scared she didn’t want to run this time. 

“Yes Ominis. I love you, more than I can say.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” He  whispered, his  voice trembling. She loved him? She really loved him. 

She laughed nervously. “I suppose I was afraid. I didn’t want to hurt you or put you in danger.” 

Ominis’s hand cupped her cheek again, his thumb brushing over her skin gently. “Fio, you don’t hurt me. You’ve never hurt me. What hurts is seeing you push me away, thinking you have to do everything alone. You don’t.” He took her hand and placed it against his chest so she could feel his beating heart. “My heart is yours until it stops beating. And I’d rather it stops while by your side. I’d rather lose you or myself while having you as mine than die having not had you at all.” 

“I’ve always been afraid of losing you,” Fio admitted, her voice a soft whisper. “But more so I’ve been afraid  that I’d never be enough for you.”

A quiet chuckle escaped Ominis’s lips, and he leaned in closer, his forehead resting gently against hers. “You’ve always been more than enough, Fio. I’ve known that since the moment I met you. It’s more me who’s not worthy.” 

“Don’t say that again. You’re perfect for me.” She said firmly. 

Without another word, Ominis leaned down, his lips pressing softly against hers. It was gentle, tentative,  as they were both still trying to process everything. But it didn’t stay that way for long. The kiss deepened, a promise, to stop running, to finally trust. 

When they finally broke apart, breathless and their  hearts pounding, Ominis’s smile was tender.

“No more being alone alright? You have me,” he said, his voice low and warm. “Promise you won’t push me away?” 

“I promise.” Fio meant it with all her heart. She had all she needed, all she wanted. With him she wasn’t alone. 

He kissed her again, so gently. 

“I love you Fio.” 

“I love you too Ominis.” 

the end

[sugurusfavemonkey]

CALL IT FATE - ONE: FINGERS DANCING WHEN THEY MEET

summary: your roommate left and the bills were staring to pill up when three knocks to your door bring you Ino Takuma: say hello to your new roommate. The easygoing boy quickly worms his way into your life and heart.

pairing: Ino Takuma x reader

word count: 2.5k

content: college AU, short series, afab!reader, fluff, some crack, cursing, miscommunication (you think Ino is gay), strangers to friends to lovers (and they were roommates!), smut to come in future chapters (MDNI)!

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The talk with Ino Takuma went even better than expected: he was eager to share more of himself with you and easily acquiesced with your terms, sitting straight up and nodding dutifully with each ground rule you spewed out, his eyes never once straying from you. It was flustering to have his undivided attention like that and your cheeks felt warm throughout the entire affair.

Eventually, you settled on an agreement. Which you were more than happy with since beggars can't be choosers. You had just realized you were about to run out of options when he came knocking, so when Ino mentioned fate it had seemed very fitting to your current situation.

"So… when can I move in?" you wouldn't' be surprised if he was literally shaking in anticipation as he questioned you.

"Well, the room is already vacant, so…" you shrugged, motioning towards the room you had shown him not even fifteen minutes before.

"Great!" Ino scratched his chin in thought, mumbling about his schedule under his breath until he seemed to reach a conclusion, "we're already at the end of the month so I can break my lease with no issues… I guess this weekend could work."

"Alright. Give me your phone and I'll save my number in it." you extended your hand toward him in wait for the device, but he merely stared at you.

"You're… giving me your number?" Ino questioned in utter confusion. He seemed so dumbfounded you had to suppress a smile.

"Uhm, yes? We gotta communicate somehow, right?"

"Oh," snapping back to attention, he quickly pulled his cell out of his pocket and handed it to you after unblocking it, "Yeah! Right."

"I'll get off your case now," Ino said as he stood up. You followed suit under the guise of being polite. "See you Saturday?" there was this earnest hopefulness to the way he verbalized the question and your smile grew soft.

"Sure," you shrugged, eyes glancing elsewhere for a second but not long enough that you missed the way his eyes lit up at your assenting, "see you Saturday, Ino."

"You can call me Takuma, you know. We'll be living under the same roof, no need for all that mumbo jumbo." he mentioned casually as you guided him to the door.

"It's only fair you call me by my first name too, then."

His soft murmur of your name with something akin to devotion had you blushing furiously, a common occurrence around the skater boy it seemed.

"Bye, Takuma." You waved before closing the door as soon as he passed the threshold if only so you could breath properly again.

"You don't understand! It wasn't just fate. I think she's my soulmate!" Ino recounted animatedly and it was easy to see that, had his hands not been busy with three precariously stacked cardboxes, they would have been moving along with the words spoken.

"There's no such thing as soulmates, Takuma." His blond friend retorted patiently, his own arms pilled with boxes as they ascended the stairs to the third floor. "It was probably simply a strong attraction. It's all a chemical reaction."

Ino glanced from his peripheral to his friend. It was easy to forget how pragmatical Nanami tended to be, but he knew it was mostly a front behind which the blond student hid. "Way to kill the mood. Where is your whimsy, Nanami?"

"About a few thousand kilometers away in my hometown, where I left it along with my childhood."

"We'll see if you still think that when you fall in love," Ino huffed petulantly.

"You're not in love, Ino, "he sighed, "you barely know the girl."

"Okay. Maybe I'm not in love in love. But I could see it happening, man. I was so excited about finding the apartment but then she opened the door and... boom," he stopped on his track to convey the appropriate level of dramatics to his narration and then sighed dreamily. "it was like a scene straight from a movie!"

Meanwhile, Nanami kissed his teeth and shook his head, but the slight upturn to the left corner of his lips let Ino know he found the whole thing amusing.

"Ino! Hey! I was wondering when you were coming in. Need help with those boxes?" Your voice made both men look up as soon as they reached the floor. It seemed they caught you just as you were about to leave, but you only opened the door wider for them.

You reached up to pick the box at the top of the pile from Ino, but he maneuvered them to the side so you couldn't. He tsked playfully and kept on walking right by you, his blond friend following close behind.

"Nah-ah-ah. Leave the heavy lifting to the strong men! And it's Takuma for you."

"Alright. Takuma." Your eyes then moved to the second man, head pending slightly to the side, "and you must be Nanami?" you wondered as you tailgated them, hands clasped behind your back.

Ino practically threw the boxes down once he reached what would be his new room and watched with his hands on his waist as Nanami carefully set his set of boxes down right beside the others before turning to regard you with a polite smile.

"Kento is fine. It's very nice to meet you. I believe we share a class. Thursday morning?"

"That's right. It's impressive that you've noticed. I usually keep to myself."

"As opposed to me?"

"Yes? You sit right in front and you answer most questions from the professor before anyone else even has the time to assemble a response."

"I'm right here." Ino suddenly cut you both off and you nearly jumped in surprise. You raised your eyes to his face only to find his expression one of discontentment, brows furrowed and lips pursued.

Nanami chuckled, immediately clocking onto his friend's motive. "Sorry. Could I have a glass of water?"

"Yeah, of course. I'll be right back!" You promptly moved to gather him a glass of water.

Ino watched and waited until he was sure you were out of ear shot before whisper-shouting:

"No dice. I saw her first."

"I'm not gonna attempt anything, Ino," Nanami kept his tone even and volume regular in contrast. "You know me better than that."

"I know, but-"

You strolled into the room without much thought, catching the ending of their conversation, "…you're always so charming and polite."

You cleared your throat afraid you had just interrupted a moment and nearly threw the glass in Nanami's willing hands, "here you go."

"Thank you."

You nodded, swaying back and forth in an attempt of grounding yourself because the awkward silence was making you nervous. Thankfully, Ino decided to break it.

"We still have a few boxes left," he motioned to the door with his thumb.

"You sure you don't need my help?"

"Nope. We can handle it. I think one more trip and we're done actually. Right, Nanami?"

"Three at minimum I'd say."

Takuma tried to elbow his side but he simply sidestepped the hit as he moved to the exit without further ado leaving the both of you behind.

"You're gonna stay at home tonight?"

"Yeah, this moving thing really tires me out."

You hummed thoughtfully, "I was thinking of ordering pizza for dinner tonight, would you like to share?"

"I'd love that!"

"Any specific toppings?"

"I'm fine with whatever as long as there are no olives."

"Got it. What about Kento. He staying?"

"No!" Takuma cried out and then winced, trying to measure out his tone for the next words, "no. I'm pretty sure Kento mentioned he needs to study today."

"On a Saturday night?" You lifted one brow in question.

"That's Nanami for you. Very… committed."

You frowned. That sounded a bit of an overkill if you were being honest, but who were you to judge.

"I'll, uhm, I'll go pick up the rest of the stuff."

You decided to ignore his strange behavior and opted to let him know you'd leave the door open instead. Takuma nodded silently in response.

...

"Stop being a weirdo!" Ino murmured to himself as he darted down the stairs.

Ino wasn't a loud or rowdy roommate and kept his mess within the confines of his own room. He made an effort to spend some time around you whenever you were hanging out in the living room or kitchen, watching your favorite shows or even helping you bake some recipe you found on your phone. Minus the very few occasional pieces of clothing you've found strewn about (which Ino always picked up as soon as you pointed out) and dirty dishes left on the sink (it could have been worse - he could've been just letting them wherever), things were smooth sailing all throughout your first month of living together. You really couldn't complain.

It had been over a month since he moved in. The day had been going perfectly: no strewn clothing, no dirty dishes, just immaculate and profound peace. That is, until Ino decided to trot around the apartment with that stupid black beanie of his crooked at an angle over his brow. The beanie was a staple in his wardrobe, usually paired up with a black sweatpants, black sweatshirt duo. You tried to ignore it and keep on reading the material assigned by your professor last week, but the nagging thought seemed to be stuck to the front of your mind until you couldn't help but blurting out:

"Your beanie is crooked."

"What?" Ino paused on his way back to his room, a mug in one hand, a banana on the other and an adorably confused expression on his face.

"Your- nevermind." You dropped your textbook aside, stood up and walked right up to him, "just let me…" you turned his shoulders so he was standing straight in front you before pulling the edge of his beanie this way and that until it seemed to be sitting straight across his brow. "There!"

There was a pregnant pause in which it downed on you what you had done. You stepped back with a gasp, hands flying to your mouth, meanwhile Takuma simply gawked at you.

"Oh my god, I'm so so sorry. I shouldn't have just manhandled you like that!"

Slowly, a bright beam formed on Takuma's face and he dismissed your worry with a casual wave of his arm, coffee sludging dangerously close to spilling against the edge of the mug.

"No, no! It's fine. It's completely fine. You can touch me anytime!"

Another pause.

"Wait. Fuck! That came out wrong," Ino hissed. He appraised you with an apologetic glance, "I meant it's totally okay that you 'womanhandled' me."

"Dumbass." you murmured fondly when he wiggled his brows at the invented word before you parted ways.

You were arriving back at the apartment, one arm straining to carry the groceries and your phone between your shoulder and ear as you unlocked the door.

"You gotta come! You're my best friend and she's been my girlfriend for two years yet you've barely spoken to each other! I want the two of you to get along!"

"Hime, baby, we do get along. I think Shoko is pretty cool. If we haven't mingled much it's because of our conflicting schedules. You know that."

Ino instantly stood up and rushed to aid when he saw you struggle with the key stuck on the lock and nearly dropping the bags.

"See? Another reason for you to come. Both of your schedules align!"

Takuma took the bags from you and kicked the door closed. You mouthed a small thank you before driving your focus back onto your conversation over the phone.

"Nope. I'm pretty sure my schedule says shower and laying on my couch."

"I'm not gonna let you rot on your couch on a Friday night!"

"But I wanted to finish watching that one show and-" you tried to plead your case, but...

"Pretty please?" her little whine was all it took for your resolve to crumble.

"Ugh. Fine!"

"Yes! Be there at 8!"

"Hime-" there was a click and the line went dead. "Did this bitch just hung up on me?" You looked to your phone in anger as if it would convey the feeling to the other side of the line.

"So… You got plans?"

You glanced up at Ino's inquiry taking notice of the way he was sprawled on the couch after dropping off your shopping bags in the kitchen. "Feet. Off the couch."

He promptly sat up, dropping his legs to the ground, an embarrassed smile aimed at you.

"Yes, actually. I was forced into an outing to celebrate Iori and Shoko moving together. Which is funny because it's been like two months." You spoke while walking to the kitchen. Soon Ino joined you in putting the groceries away.

"They were probably just waiting for things to slow down."

"I know, but still… feels kinda meaningless."

Ino hummed in agreement as you handed him the things that went in the upper cabinets and he stashed them away.

"We never celebrated our own moving in together." He mused without interrupting the mechanical task.

You waited until he closed the cabinet and turned back to you. He rested his back and hands against the counter regarding you lazily.

"We could." you threw out casually.

"Could what?" his eyes followed as you crowded in on him, adjusting his beanie with a gesture so familiar it came nearly unconsciously to you.

"Celebrate it." You went to step away, but Ino took a hold of your waist, keeping you right there in between his spread legs. "You could come with me and then it would be a double celebration." You swallowed hard at the way Ino looked into your eyes, as if looking for something. "Nanami will probably be there," you babbled nervously.

"Really?"

You nearly deflated at the hopeful tone of his voice. Silly you, catching feelings for a guy who clearly has a crush on someone else.

"He's good friends with Shoko, isn't he?" you shrugged

"I meant, you think me moving here is worth of a celebration?" Ino caught both of your hands in his and gave you one of his puppy dog-eyed looks, which instantly melted any hesitation you might have been feeling.

"Of course I do! I couldn't have wished for a better roommate, Takuma." You admitted quietly.

Takuma laughed freely before dropping your hands and abruptly gathering you into a tight embrace going as far as pulling you off the ground. You laughed along with him as he twirled you around.

Ino put you back on your feet cautiously, like he would handling something precious, never letting go of your waist.

"I'm pretty sure it was fate or something like that that brought us together because you are the best roommate ever and I'm the luckiest guy in the world to have you," you felt your heart pounding in your chest, "as my roommate."

You swallowed hard, briefly patting his chest and weakly pushing him away. "Alright. Go back to... whatever it is you were doing. Hime told me to be there at 8."

It would do you no good to develop a crush on your roommate... you had to get yourself together.

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a/n: I made a playlist for this hehe

taglist: @lavenderdaydream97 @ilovemyhusbandnanami @iluvmusicxoxo @tunnelvisionlove @sweetwonieee @takuma-talkz @indiewritesxoxo

[mr-stottlemonk]

▪︎ does everything they can to make the other comfortable. even if it makes them uncomfortable.

▪︎ drops everything they're doing for the other person

▪︎ stick their neck out for each other

▪︎ never want each other to hurt.

Also not to be rude but all the fandoms I’ve ever been in with very popular pairings ( ! ) never got as far as Leland and Adrian

• said I love you and got an I love you back

• cheek kiss

• hand holding & hug

• living together

• took the other’s name

• saved the other from dying or losing sanity

• bet everything they had to protect the other

• literal partners btw

• both are instantly associated with the other by others

• blind trust

• even at 3am answers the other

• devotion so strong they stare at each other 90% of the time they are in one frame

[slytherinslut0]

jealousy. | slytherin boy headcanons

author’s note: im completely unhinged, as always. no surprise there. love me some angry snake men🥵 please enjoy.

-your boyfriend sees another guy flirting with you in the hall.

Draco Malfoy.

Sees you from down the hall as he’s walking with his friends.

“You know what, guys, I’ll catch up with you after.”

Would literally ditch his friends to make his way over, collecting himself as saunters up to you and mystery man.

Would instantly grab your ass, no hesitation, grip firm enough to bruise. When you gasp, caught off guard, he’d shift his arm up and around your shoulder, pulling you against him.

“What’re we talking about?” He’d sneer.

His voice would be laced with feign interest, smirking down at you with blaring eyes before shooting daggers at the boy.

He’d simply chuckle at you when you tell him nothing, just school stuff, leaning down to place a possessive kiss on your cheek as he grabbed your hand.

“Wonderful. let’s head to class, yeah?”

He’d pull you away from that dude, shooting him another look meant to kill, a silent warning not to fuck with him.

Finally gets you alone in an empty corridor or bathroom; would waste literally no time at all before pushing you against the wall and grabbing your neck/jaw.

“Who the fuck was that, hm?”, “he was practically eye-fucking you…give me five good reasons why i shouldn’t have him expelled or hexed into bloody Azkaban.”

He’d be furious, but he’d also know that you’d never choose some other guy over him, so he’d soften once he hears the innocence in your tone.

“You’re mine, princess,” he’d loosen his grip, kissing you softly. “Say it.”

Blaise Zabini.

Was listening to music while walking down the hall, instantly rips out his headphones the second he sees you laughing a little too hard with some dude he doesn’t know.

He doesn’t necessarily stop walking, but he’d definitely slow his pace, kind of just watching, not wanting to interfere but also not wanting to look creepy stalking you from a distance.

When the guy doesn’t leave, he’d tired of waiting, saying “fuck it”, before marching over naturally.

This man is so fucking cool calm and collected he’d just saunter right up and join in, making himself at home.

He’d practically take over the conversation because he’s literally just that chill in every situation, seamlessly fitting right in, so fucking charming and loved by everyone.

You’d kind of just end up staring at him, smiling in silent awe, knowing that this was his way of asserting his place, letting the guy know what the fuck was up.

After the dude leaves he’d just causally look at you, smirking that charming smirk, wetting his lips as he hooked an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close, leaning down for a kiss.

“Ain’t no one getting you without getting me too, babygirl.” He’d murmur against your lips. “let that be known, right now, forever, always.”

Lorenzo Berkshire.

Would literally stop everything. The second he’d see you laughing and smiling he’d be completely unable to focus on anything else and would completely zone out of any conversations with his friends.

Would get like super anxious and flustered pretty much immediately.

Wouldn’t want to intrude so he’d just kind of hang back, wait for you against the wall and try not to stare too much.

His adorable little cheeks would flush, and he’d know he seemed utterly ridiculous so he’d try to busy himself with his shoelace or something while he waits.

You’d quickly cut off the conversation and move over to him, instantly being able to tell that he’s overthinking.

He’d smile at you, though you could still see the concern on his features.

“Who was that guy, darling?”

You’d tell him he was just a friend from class, no one special at all, pulling him in for a hug and giving him a quick smoochie on the cheek.

“Don’t worry enz, no one could ever take your place.”

He’d blush, trying to play it off. “Sorry love, I know you’re my girl.”

You’d take his hand, squeezing him hard, never wanting him to doubt that for a second. “Only yours baby, forever.”

Mattheo Riddle.

“Who the fuck-“

Would literally whip his bag at Theo, hastily shoving through the crowded hallway with blazing eyes, tunnel visioned as he tried to figure out where the fuck this dude found the audacity.

You wouldn’t even have to turn around to know he’s there, you’d be able to literally feel the anger radiating off of him.

You’d already know exactly where this was heading, but you’d also know there was no attempting to stop him because it’s pointless. Everyone in the school knows that.

Matty does what Matty wants, and right now, he wants to fuck up this guys face for even thinking about flirting with you.

You’d simply look up at him, noting his tensed jaw and his dark eyes as he glances between you and the dude, before fixing back on you, wetting his lips before he says,

“Is this fucker bothering you?”

Unable to help it, you’d smirk, shaking your head as you calmly attempted to talk him down.

“No Matty, he just asked if he could borrow my study notes-“

He’d heard more than enough.

“Study notes? Yeah, I don’t fucking think so,”

Without giving the guy a chance to react, he’d reach for his collar, shoving his back against the wall, teeth barred and face contorted in a snarl as he’d hiss:

“Bother my fucking girlfriend again and the only study notes you’ll need are the ones on how to drink out of a fucking straw, understand?”

Not interested in the response, he’d shove the guy away, eyes softening instantly as he moved back over to you, thrusting a hand through your hair as he kissed you like it’d been a hundred years, right in the middle of the hall for everyone to see.

And judging by the intensity in his grip, you’d already know, later that night, he’d be extra fucking sure to ask you who the fuck you belong to while he’s fucking you.

When he finally pulled back, he’d smirk at you. “Some bloody nerve on that guy, huh?”

You’d just shake your head and laugh, taking his hand as the two of you headed for class.

Theodore Nott.

He’d spot you from down the hall, his eyes instantly narrowing, gaze darting around as though he was missing something, as though this was some sort of sick joke.

Surely, this dude is mentally unwell, right? There’s no fucking way that he’s-

Doesn’t bother to think about it for even another fucking second, instantly shoving through the crowd to make his way over.

Proceeds to wrap his arm around your waist, other hand finding your jaw and pulling your lips to his before you could even process it.

Would proceed to full-on make out with you in front of the dude, and I mean tongue and all, his grip on your jaw so tight you’d know exactly what he was trying to do.

His hand around your waist might even slip lower, grazing over your ass, and then that’s when you’d attempt to gather yourself and push him back, completely embarrassed.

He’d just shrug, smirking down at you before he’d finally acknowledge the guys’ presence with literally nothing more than a glare meant to kill.

“Move along,” he’d say to the guy while pulling you away, grip tighter than ever. “This one’s fucking taken.”

As soon as he got you alone he’d be damn sure to remind you that you’re his, and only his, making you beg and whine his name before he fucked you like you deserved the pain.

Tom Riddle.

“AVADA KEDA-“

Lowkey kidding but not really.

No one would even dare because that man would make it clear as fucking day what would happen if they tried.

[neo-nomatrix]

HAWK TUAH !

jjk men during a bl0w!e

MULTIPLE X READER

-> GOJO, SUKUNA, CHOSO, GETO, NANAMI, TOJI

cw: bj stuff. cum play (kinda idk) rough characters. dirty talk. degradation. choking

GOJO SATORU AKA HEAD PUSHER

Soooo needy it’s insane. He’s so desperate to feel every inch of your soft warm mouth. he promises to let you do your thing but as soon as you wrap your lips around the tip his hands fly to your head and his hips snap. he’s muttering apologize as he pushes you down until your nose touches his skin. he throws his head back and moans open mouthed like a slut.

he’ll get so caught up in the moment he keep you down there for like 30 seconds just grinding his hips into your mouth. let’s you up when you pinch his thigh. you will be coughing and your face will be covered in spit by the end. he lovess facials and always rubs the cum in using his tip. he keeps a photo of you with his cock on your face and cum in your mouth as his wallpaper.

“s-shit baby… deeper, little more”

“you can take it, i know you can baby”

“just make me feel good okay?”

RYOMEN SUKUNA AKA THROAT DESTROYER

uhm yeah… what did you expect. does not give a shit about you when his cock is in your mouth. keeps you at the edge of the bed with your head hanging off and his fucking your mouth like a fleshlight. goes so deep his cock is showing in your throat. your gags make him want to go another round. plugs your nose when you’re deep throating so you can’t breath.

“until my jaw locks” yeah he took that as a challenge. loves tying you up with a low vibrator on your clit while he fucks that mouth as torture. you honestly don’t know if you love it or hate it. Sukuna loves it though, that’s for sure. cums deep in your throat, every time. will face fuck you again if he sees you didn’t swallow it all.

“fuck gag on that dick, bitch”

“i can see my cock in your throat! but who’s surprised?”

“you better swallow my seed… it’ll probably reach your stomach with how deep i am”

CHOSO KAMO AKA WHINY B!TCH

again, who’s surprised. he thought handjobs were great… but this? whole different level. you start but sucking on the tip until he’s sensitive. then you lick stripes up and down his veins. you use soo much spit and he loves it. he loves it when you press kisses to his cock and then deep throat it.

hes mesmerized by the way your head moves, the way your lips look. he has to force himself to not throw his head back so he can see you. one time he got ahead of himself and snapped his hips up and you choked on him, best day of his life. when he found out your throat felt like that? no going back. he begs you to deep throat him all the time.

“more… more more more. please baby!”

“remember how good i eat you out? please treat me good”

“i know it’s too deep! im sorry i can’t stop baby”

SUGURU GETO AKA NICE N SLOW

just into good old fashioned blowjobs. your hand kept at the base and your lips move up and down his shaft. he wants your tongue swirling over it like a lollipop. he brushes your hair out of your face to see your expressions. he’s so gentle and nice when it comes to blowjobs.

let’s you grind on his leg while you suck him off. mostly uses it as foreplay and not a main way to get off. likes for your spit to act as lube for him to slide in. if he was gonna cum from a bj it would be on your tits. he loves that.

“fuck keep that up and i’ll cum”

“let it get hard in your mouth… that’s right”

“don’t give me those innocent eyes, slut”

NANAMI KENTO AKA UNDER THE DESK

oh you’ll support your working man, from under the desk. he’s so stressed about work these days and you have just the solution! you showed up to his home office in skimpy lingerie and without saying a word you crawl under his desk and get to work. he gets so flustered so fast, blushing and stuttering about how his report is due.

grips the chair so tight when you start working your magic. he doesn’t want to thrust up because he knows he’ll bruise your throat. uses his belt to wrap around your neck and guide you instead. pulls your hair an insane amount. cums in your mouth but likes to watch it pour out onto your body.

“i’m working baby… you’ll get me too distracted”

“wrap that belt around your neck, be a good assistant”

“is this you saying thank you for being my sugar daddy?”

TOJI FUSHIGURO AKA TWO HANDS

he’s so big you need to use your hands or else he might pop out on the other side of your neck. you’re moving your hands and your mouth at a similar pace. he definitely teaches you how he wants it. he guides your head to a good rhythm and then lets you do your thing.

maybe he’ll have a cigarette hanging out his mouth when you suck it. blowing smoke in your face to tease you. definitely makes fun of the fact that you can’t take all of him. your jaw has to be open so wide to get him in. cums everywhere, your face, throat, tits. doesn’t matter, if it’s you he’ll cum there.

“don’t just move your hands up and down baby, turn em”

“your face looks so fucking small next to my dick!”

“c’mon, try harder to take it or else i’ll force you to”

[moechies]

kinktober ⋆౨ৎ entry #1 ; cockwarming w toji fushiguro .ᐟ

dear diary ♡,

a couple days ago, mister toji taught me how to 'cockwarm.' it's where i simply sit on his . . . cock, and warm him up -- he says. i was so nervous ! he is so big , and i thought it was going to hurt tons ! it burned a little , but felt so much better after settling a little. mister toji was touching me so softly all over, calling me sweet things, and even played with my tail! i'm so embarrassed -- i must've been blushing so much! i think i may ask him to do it again today , i hope he doesn't get angry . . . i love mister toji so so sooooooo much ! ♡

“c—can we do it when you’re done?”

“what?”

he can tell by the way you’re fidgeting and your ears are twitching— you need something. you pinch at the skin of your thigh, nervous with little courage as you ask.

“the— the thing you taught me. last week. the warming one?” you quip, tugging on toji’s shirt as he finishes up cleaning the dishes in the sink.

“oh.. y’want my fat dick in y’r lil bunny pussy is what ‘m hearing, is that right ?” he emphasizes on dick. he’s so blunt, and it makes you want to crawl and hide. he turns to you with a checkered apron hanging onto his neck, hand leaning against the sink. his smug smile spreads across his face, seeming to enjoy the way you grow flustered.

you whine at his choice of words, thighs rubbing against eachother with need. he acts as if he doesn’t see you writhing besides him, your arm purposefully pressed against your chest to suppress your sore tits.

he can practically smell the sweet slick spilling from your pussy bunny, smearing over the crotch of your panties.

toji briefly tugs at the string that holds the back of his apron together, swiftly pulling it over his head before tossing the piece of fabric onto the dining table. he steps forward, figure pressed against yours and you unconsciously stumble back. he makes you so weak.

“uh huh—“ you’re about to beg again, but he’s quick to scoop you up by your legs, hoisting you up into his arms. you yelp, but make no effort to get away — instead, nuzzling your face closer into the crevice his neck, dizzy at the detected mixed scent of his woody colonge and tart sweat.

he chuckles when you huff at the intial drop of your body onto the matress of your shared room, your plush body sinking into the pillowy sheets. your legs part naturally, taking up your invitation and having him slot himself right where you need him most. his broad shoulders press up against your plush thighs, spreading them further than before.

“bad bunny. y’know you can’t just have cock in ya twenty-four seven, right?” his left pointer finger tugs your flimsy shorts aside, and right thumb presses against the soaked patch of your cunt. you mewl under his touch, soft pads of your feet coming up to press him away. you gently shove at his bicep, but he barely moves. he knows you don’t want him to move anyway. “‘m n—not a bad bunny!”

“you are.”

“n—not, ‘m not mister!”

“hmm, i dunno about that.” he hums, pressing against your clothed clit. “are ya ever not in heat?"

"sir, please, n’more questions!" you whine in fustration, yelping when his pointer and thumb meanly pinches at your swollen bud. your eyes bulb with tears, meeting his that suddenly glare so meanly in comparison to his often soft, emerald ones.

"do you know who you're talking to?" toji growls, squishing the chub of your folds together, the slight simulation to your clit making you flinch.

"y—yes, sir. but please . . . mister, need you here, need your cock here!" you whine, ears sullied and pointed low. your hand moves his to take ahold of his finger, pressing it against your aching slit.

"there there . . ." he coos, thumb sliding over your clothed slit but paying it no attention. he presses a warm kiss on the soddened fabric, low lidded eyes and a smug grin that meet yours when he does. you're adorable like this — absolutely worked up and so terribly desperate; it's his favorite version of you.

"m—mister," you stammer,

"c'mere doll." he sits up against the headboard, pulling you onto his lap. you yelp when you feel the chub of his cock pressing against your folds, grinding down senselessly. toji laughs, getting a hold of your bicep to halt your hips movements. "don't be so greedy, bun."

"hnn—" you whine, tail thumping against his thigh. you slowly tug down his sweats, ears perking up when you realize the missing piece of fabric below — he's not wearing boxers!

he notices the way your eyes light up, cheeks begin to flush, and your expression grows brighter than before — you're one step closer to where you need to be. he almost hates the adorable expression sprawled across your face, chuckling when you look up to him with big-doed eyes searching for a green light.

you salivate when you tug the sweats just low enough, his cock slaps against his stomach. he scoffs, watching his cock leak against his soft skin. he’s getting old.

“inside now— mister—“ you pant, drool spilling at the corners of your mouth. you whine again, hands weakly tugging aside your shorts along with your panties, and aligning his cock head with your fat slit. “mister . . .” you whine, hinting for help.

“y’can do it.” toji grunts, placing a hand onto your plush hip. “ mmh, you got it.”

maybe you don’t ‘got it,’ because it burns so terribly when your folds swallow his cock!

“m—mister, mister !” you whine, quickly pulling yourself off his bulbous tip at the initial burn. he watches your slick stretch from your wet slit to his cock head, making him groan.

“calm down . . y’r rushin,’” he readjusts you, pulling your quivering hips close before you’re hovering over his cock again with small tears. “my bunny can’t do it herself, can’t she? whatta dumb lil’ thing.” toji chuckles, “there there.” he whispers with a sultry voice, making your cunt quiver around nothing.

you whine when you feel him tug down at your hips, whining when his hot tip presses against your slit once again — your slits kissing.

“big sir, s—so big,” you whine, a stutter in your voice from the stretch down low.

“slow down, hurts ‘cause you’re rushin.’ see?” he coos, lifting and lowering your hips over and over, fucking you on his tip. no — you don’t see because you’re awfully lightheaded, hands weakly stabilizing yourself above him but little do you know it’s solely his support keeping you up.

your cunt squelches with each and every single movement, a low ‘pop’ that elicits from your pussy whenever he moves you. “good girl. you can take it, am i ever wrong?”

“i—i can, can take it . . .” you slur, head fluffy and hands weak against his pelvis. “good girl. now sit.”

he grunts, pulling your hips down suddenly all the way, your cunt kissing on his dewy balls. “fuck, damn it.” toji groans — you cry at the stretch, cunt sore and raw when he grinds you down further than possible. “m—mister !”

he chuckles again, breath labored as he pushes the loose strands of his hair back. “worst part’s over, doll.” toji presses down at your arch to lay you against him. he can still feel your body twitching from hiccups of your previous fit — poor bunny. “i—it is . . “ you hiccup. he pets at your soft ear that trails down to your waist, giving your plush skin a soft pinch with a hum. “mister . . feels good . .” you purr, tail twitching incessantly again.

“course it does.”