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yoyomomiko · 3 months ago

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omg you should definitely talk more about marking daisuke and the other way around 🙂‍↕️ i would love to mark him up

Pairings: Daisuke x F!reader

Warnings: BITING; marking, hickeys, SUGGESTIVE (nsfw but not fully, so I guess mdni??), praising kink, small mention of dirty talking, small mention of bottom, submissive and soft dom Daisuke, cringe, not proofread, probably contains grammar mistakes, english isn't my first language!!

(A/N): I was so embarrassed to write this but like UGH I'm obsessed with Daisuke so badly rn it's insane😣 Also I'm so sorry this is kinda short and rushed😢 -> m.list

★MARKING HIM

You have to hold a hand over his mouth, he won't shut up. He's whining and making so many noises❗

He's not really that much into you marking him, but he surely won't mind one bit

Leave a trail of hickeys and watch him PANIC.

He's so scared that somebody (Swansea) is gonna notice, and then scold him and also possibly you too😔

Imagine the look on his face while he realizes you left marks

IMAGINE PRAISING HIM WHILE YOU'RE NIPPING AT HIS SKIN THOOO

"You're doing so good for me," "Shit, mm, uh-huh..."

Sitting on top of him in one of your rooms and kissing him, leaving dark red marks trailing from his neck to his chest

He doesn't know how to cover them up, you gotta help him🥲

Like, he's gonna have something around his neck and when Swansea asks about it he's like

"Oh, you know, fashion."

He asks you not to mark him too high up because he's scared😔

Overall he enjoys it, not too into receiving from you but if you like it then he's all for it🙌

★MARKING YOU

Boy oh boy😍

When I tell you to get ready, to prepare yourself fully, then do it. Take a break, stare at the invisible camera for a second and then go back to reading.

UGH Daisuke is so fucking IN FOR IT

He loves loves LOVES giving them to you, he's so into it, it boosts his ego to see you all marked up by him🙏

Will gently kiss your skin before completely BITING into you, leaving so many dark purple marks over your neck and shoulders

Thinking about sitting on top of the desk in the utility room while Swansea is having his lunch break, making out with Daisuke, his lips all over your skin, leaving hickeys everywhere (might write a fic about this)

If you let even the slightest noise escape your mouth, he's gonna take it as a "go on"

Bottom Daisuke this, Submissive Daisuke that, WHAT ABOUT SOFT DOM DAISUKE??

Imagine just cuddling with him at night and he just buries his face in your shoulder. You think it's a cute gesture until you feel a slight sting and realize he's nipping at your skin (also might write a fic about this)

He's gonna gently kiss the hickeys he left on you to soothe you, he's just sweet like that😋

If you like it, TELL HIM.

"Am I doing good?" "Yes, very good-"

You can barely even talk because he's digging his teeth into you so much

He's gonna ask if he's doing good in between kisses just because🫶

Did I mention he's not big on dirty talking? I mean, he does it accidentally sometimes, but he just cringes whenever he tries.

BUT HE'S BIG ON PRAISING SO😝

CALL HIM A GOOD BOY WHILE AT IT

Will also leave full on teeth marks, just a heads-up, he's a vampire❗

Overall he likes giving marks more than receiving

"It's not accurate, that's not how Daisuke would be!!" idc these are MY headcanons so shoo😠

★yoyomiko ★miko

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urfriendlywriter · 4 months ago

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smutty prompts cus u asked for it ;)

(holy shii, MDNI please! feel free to use<333 tag me when yall write plsss especially 3! 6, 9,10, 12, 13 fckk. !!)

"that's my good girl."

when they're groaning and cursing into your ear >>>> [very demureee.]

"fuck, you're soaking wet for me, baby."

their fingers curling into all the right places.

leaning back with their legs spread apart as they ask, with a smirk, "are you just going to stare, sweetheart?"

"that's," they groan, pressing their visible bulge over your stomach, "that, darling, is what you do to me."

"do you wish to see me on my knees? Is that it, darling?" [YES. yes. AND YES.]

your heel on their chest, pressing them down to the floor. "Beg. Maybe I'll consider."

^ they kiss ur ankle, and up your calves. "Please, baby.." the desperate tone but that dominant, humiliating fire in their gaze promising something sinister after.

"aren't you such a tease? I'm jerking off to that picture of you, and it's all your fault." [yall read rina kent' books?? rina verse men jerking off>>> fck Aiden and Ronan.]

their fingers tipping ur chin up, caressing your jaw and their thumb slowly parts your lips, dipping it into your mouth!!

^ "that pretty little mouth of yours..." followed by a dark gaze or a chuckle!!! FVKFKDKF.

^ "I'm going to fuck that mouth, baby. may i do that?" [two hands the phone yall]

their proud, predatory gaze on you, their lips curling into a smirk, "you--" they rub the lipstick on your mouth, "are such a pretty mess for me, darling."

"eyes open. keep looking."

^ and in the mirror--it's their large hand splayed across your abdomen, another wrapped around your perking nip. as they thrust into you, hard, slow, deep. their teeth sinking into ur neck.

maintaining eye contact as they gather the wetness from between your legs with their fingers and they're sucking them off with a satisfied hum.

^ "fuck, sweetheart." they smear it all over their lips, breathing heavy, and lean down to kiss you with it!!? [sad core cus i aint experience this yet :']

neck grabs, deep grunts, a desperate rolling of their hips against yours, "you wanna cum, yeah? cum for me, baby."

arms over their head, mouth gaping while they groan, pressing and thrusting themselves up into you. "Just, like that, oh.. god."

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doumadono · 5 months ago

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Warnings: smut w/o plot, first time, creampie, unprotected p in v

A/N: during his first time with you, Bakugo is caught off guard by the expression you make

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST - PART II

Katsuki Bakugo wasn’t used to feeling uncertain, and he wasn’t sure he liked it. In fact, he hated it. Confidence was a part of him, woven into every fiber of his being, but tonight, as he hovered over you, his cock buried within the warmth and slickness of your tight pussy, his heart racing in tandem with yours, doubt had snuck in like an unwelcome visitor. Fearless and brimming with confidence, the young pro hero who could take on nearly any opponent without breaking a sweat now found himself in uncharted territory.

Bakugo had never been this close to someone before. Sure, he'd been in countless fights, bodies colliding in the heat of battle, his skin pressed against opponents in the chaos of combat. But this? This was different - this was intimacy on a level he'd never known. It was raw, vulnerable, and new. His heart pounded, not from adrenaline, but from the weight of the moment. It was his first time, and thankfully, it was with the person he cared for the most, the one he loved with every fiber of his being - Y/N.

You were warm and soft beneath him, your skin flushed and glistening with a fine sheen of sweat as he moved against you with a mix of urgency and care. His breath was ragged, heavy, and every touch of his fingers against your skin seemed to ignite a trail of fire that left you gasping for more. His hands roamed your body, firm but gentle, as if memorizing every curve, every inch of you.

His lips brushed your neck, tracing the delicate skin there as you arched into him, your body responding instinctively to every subtle shift in his thrusts. His name escaped your lips, breathless and soft, and the sound of it seemed to fuel him further.

Wet, sloshing sounds filled the room. You were hot down there, your pussy now a frothy heaven for Bakugo’s cock. His dick bumped and rubbed against your insides, reaching places that made you whimper and your lips tremble.

Katsuki picked up the pace, and you grabbed his ass and hooked your heels over the back of his massive thighs. His hands, usually rough and calloused, were tentative now, roaming across your hips and thighs with an almost unfamiliar gentleness. "Is this good?" he asked, his usual gruff tone softened by a vulnerability he wasn't used to.

You could only nod, a soft moan escaping your lips as his lips found your neck, teeth grazing your skin in a way that made your entire body shiver. You were already lost in the sensation, but Bakugo was hyper-aware of everything - of how your body moved beneath him, of the rise and fall of your chest, and especially the way your face started to change as the pleasure built between you. His cock was thick, and you moaned whenever your pussy stretched further, trying desperately to accommodate him fully.

Bakugo was cautious, almost too much so, taking his time with every touch, every caress. The weight of his inexperience pressed heavily on his shoulders. He sped up as the warm lick of your sweet pussy wet his crown, and your spongy walls hugged his reddened glans in a velvet blanket of softness. Bakugo moved faster, a little harder with every thrust.

You smiled up at him, your breath hitching slightly as his rough fingers slid over your skin. “Just like that, Katsuki, fuck me harder,” you begged, rolling head backwards, resting it on his pillow.

His sharp, crimson eyes studied you, searching for any sign of discomfort. He was fiercely protective, always wanting to do things perfectly, even if it was something as foreign to him as this. He moved with a cautious eagerness, his normally confident demeanor tempered by the weight of wanting to make sure he wasn’t hurting you while his rock-hard cock was penetrating your slick vagina.

But then it happened. As he pressed forward, his hips meeting yours in a slow, deliberate rhythm, he noticed something - your face.

It started to shift, contorting into something unfamiliar. Your lips parted, eyes fluttering closed as a moan escaped you, but it wasn’t the sound that made him freeze.

“Wait - wait, what’s wrong?” Katsuki suddenly stopped, his hands gripping your waist as he pulled back just slightly, the tip of his cock still in your sweet pussy, his heart thudding in his chest.

You opened your eyes, half-lidded and dazed, looking up at him with a dreamy, confused expression. “What?” you breathed, your voice thick with desire. “Why did you stop, Katsy?”

He blinked, completely thrown off by your reaction. “Your face…” His brows furrowed deeply, voice dropping lower in hesitation. “You looked like you were in pain.”

You stared at him for a moment, processing what he said. Then, much to his bewilderment, a soft chuckle escaped your lips, your head tipping back onto the pillow. “Katsuki… I wasn’t in pain,” you assured him, still smiling up at him. “I was- " You hesitated, eyes sparkling with amusement. " -just really close.”

He blinked, clearly confused. “Close to what?”

You bit your lip, a shy smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. “Close to cumming.”

Bakugo's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. His grip on your hips loosened, and for a moment, the cocky hero was at a loss for words. “Tch!”

You laughed softly, leaning up to kiss him gently, your lips brushing against his in a way that made his heart race. “You’re doing great, Katsuki. You’re not hurting me. You’re making me feel really, really good.”

Bakugo’s face flushed a deep crimson, his mind racing as he stared at you. “I think I found your sweet spot.”

“Yeah,” you interrupted with a grin, reaching up to brush a strand of his blond hair from his forehead. “I was about to come, and you apparently hit my gspot.”

His eyes widened, mortification flickering across his face. “Shit…” he muttered, running a hand through his damp hair in frustration. “I thought I hurt you or something.”

You shook your head, your hand finding his again, giving it a gentle squeeze. “No, Katsuki. You were perfect.” You couldn't help but smile softly, brushing your thumb across his cheek. “It’s my o-face.”

His brows knitted together in confusion. “What the hell is an o-face?”

You laughed softly, your fingers trailing down his arm as you explained. “It’s the face people make when they’re close to orgasm. It’s completely normal, trust me.”

Bakugo stared at you for a long moment, the tension in his shoulders slowly easing as your words sunk in. “You’re sure?”

“I’m sure,” you reassured him with a gentle kiss on his lips. “You didn’t hurt me. You’re just making me feel so good. Like I would be on cloud nine.”

His face flushed again, but this time with a mixture of pride and embarrassment. “Tch! Should’ve fucking known,” he muttered, trying to play it off, but you could see the relief in his eyes.

He had never been more unsure of himself. Not in training, not in battle, and certainly not here, in this moment, with you.

That look on your face - the way your eyes had rolled back, the way your mouth hung open, the way your tongue slid out of your mouth and lolled like a slug - it stuck with him. He couldn't shake it.

He watched it carefully this time, his sharp gaze never leaving your face as his rock-hard dick moved inside you, adapting your plush walls to his shape. The way your breath hitched, the way your body arched beneath his touch - it was the same, but something felt off. Your eyes were wider, almost unnaturally so, and your mouth hung open in a way that unnerved him. It wasn’t the same as the night before, and it sent a cold shiver down his spine.

His hands roamed across your body, fingers digging into your flesh just enough to leave a mark. He pressed his hips harder against yours, eliciting a gasp from you as his cock hit just the right spot. He groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating through your chest as he dipped his head down to bite gently at your neck when your pussy started convulsing all around his dick. “You’re gonna make that face again, ain’t ya?” he muttered against your skin, his voice husky with need.

You nodded, barely able to form coherent words. “Katsuki, please… don’t stop this time…”

That was all the encouragement he needed. His pace quickened, each thrust sending you closer to the edge, and this time, when your face began to contort again - your eyes rolling back, mouth falling open - he didn’t stop. He relished it. He knew now that he was the one driving you to that peak, and the thought of making you feel that good sent a surge of pride and arousal through him. “Fuck…” he muttered under his breath, watching you fall apart beneath him. “You look so hot like that, babe.”

This time, when your face contorted with pleasure, Bakugo didn’t freeze. He kept going, fueled by the knowledge that he wasn’t hurting you, but instead giving you exactly what you needed.

“Katsuki-” you gasped, your hands clutching at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as your climax ripped through you. Your body convulsed beneath him, and this time, he didn’t freeze. He kept going, riding out your orgasm as you moaned his name, your voice ragged and breathless.

How own orgasm trembled within him. The pleasure started in his thighs, buzzing up to his tight balls and into his core, then through his shaft. His knob tingled, and his cock swelled, still buried within your dripping pussy. He gasped and fucked you faster, gliding in and out of your soaking wet valley as his body began to shake. Colors and lights soared behind his clenched eyelids.

You bucked your pussy against Bakugo, rolling your hips in a sensuous circle as you flooded your crotches with your wet, sticky cum, moaning his name on and on.

The torrent that streamed through his shaft erupted from his reddened tip in one continuous river, filling your vagina as he trembled above your sweated body, lost in the ecstasy of the moment. “Fuck, Y/N, I’m cumming…”

When you both finally came down from the high, your body trembling with aftershocks, Bakugo slowed his movements, his breathing heavy and labored. He looked down at you, his chest heaving as he smirked, clearly satisfied with the result. “Fuck. I fucking love the face you make when you’re getting off,” he growled, rubbing his nose against yours as he pulled his flaccid cock out of you, satisfied in more ways than one while watching your mixed releases, a pearly, thick liquid, spilling out of your pussy and dripping down on his sheets.

Bakugo grinned, his cocky demeanor returning in full force. “Damn, that’s so fucking hot,” he muttered before rolling to the side, pulling you into his arms. “Next time, just warn me if you’re about to make that face again. I don’t wanna freak out like an idiot.”

You smiled, snuggling closer to him. “I’ll try.

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frankiethedarkangel · 7 months ago

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You recently moved into a home that is notorious for being haunted.

Being the skeptic you are, you took the chance with it. You could handle a few bumps in the night, maybe even at the worst, a little poltergeist activity.

After spending the day unpacking you decided to explore the attic. There were a few boxes that needed to go into storage for the holidays. Grabbing your phone to use as a flashlight, you head to the hallway to pull down the ladder to the attic.

It was as you expected. A dusty and over heated space at the top of the house. As soon as you turn your flashlight on you feel as if someone poked your side.

Your flashlight relieved a something in the back of the attic covered by a white, dusty, cobweb ridden sheet. So typical. Making your way to see what it is, you feel like someone’s touching you again.

This time it’s bolder than feel as if there was someone poking your side. Something touched your ass. Trying to ignore it, but definitely feeling weirded out, you make a logical explanation for it. Just a muscle spasm you told yourself.

That was until you actually reached the cloth covered objects. Pulling the sheet off, you see there’s a painting of a man. Must be one of the previous owners.

Before you could even move something pushed you against the wall hard. Letting out a scream you try to fight off whoever it was. But there was nobody there.

Feeling something touch you again. Almost as if someone is running their fingers up your legs. You decide to call out.

“Who’s there?”

As expected nobody answers, but it takes you by the hips and pushes you against the wall again. By now you’ve pieced together it’s the ghost you heard about. Well, the poltergeist.

“It’s you isn’t it?”

Looking at the painting as you ask. Almost as if it’s giving you an answer, your pants are pulled off and you feel a finger rubbing your wetting slit.

Rubbing circles on your clit with what feels like it’s thub. Slowly pushing a finger into your pussy. It feels so wrong, but it feels so good.

After the mystery of a person fingers you, you feel a while body pin you to the wall. Holding your hips tight. Slowly what feels like a hard dick is pushing into your now soaked pussy. Using you make itself reach an orgasm.

You feel the ghost cock twitch inside you. As if it was a warning, it cums inside of you. It pulls out and just, disappears. Getting yourself dressed you feel the ghost’s cum leaking out of you.

“It’s green? Green goo?”

Monster Masterlist

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creativepromptsforwriting · 1 year ago

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Smutty One-Liners Part VI

"Feel this? It's just for you."

"Let's ruin ourselves for anyone else."

"I want to taste you so badly."

"Make me beg for it."

"Oh I can do this all night long."

"You surprise me every day."

"Let's find out how much you want it."

"Kiss me, I can't wait any longer."

"Come on, please, do it."

"Oh, you like that?"

"Hmm, you're not very patient, are you?"

"Well, let's see what happens tonight."

"Can you kiss it better?"

"Oh, you're hard to please."

"I had a very nice dream that started like this."

"You are so amazing, please never stop."

"Can you be good for me?"

"It's so hot when you talk like that."

"Stop teasing me and do it!"

"You're still holding back, just let go."

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V

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kiljoius-writes · 2 years ago

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Favorite Poison

Ao3 | FFN

Full YOTP Series Found Here

Previous Chapter | Next Chapter

First Chapter | Master Post

Chapter 4/5: Love and Hate

Hanabi’s not an idiot, she can see what Konohamaru’s up to.

Trying to charm the pants off of her, metaphorically and literally.

So when they get to the hotel in the Waterfall village, she’s hardly surprised when he immediately took her to eat, indulged in all of her silly little whining about her father, spent his measly earnings on the best room in the whole place. He took her to the top floor and proceeded to do what he’s been doing best: showering her with love and affection with his words and his actions.

She was just glad he didn’t continue all that damn love talk. Again, he was smarter than she thought because if he had, she would have dropped him like the bad habit he was.

She’d been thinking about it. Every time it popped into her brain, she indulged in the thought of being in love. Even with someone like Konohamaru. Sometimes, she’d think of that snot-nosed preteen with a trail of blood coming down his headband and a wild grin on his face as blue chakra poured from his palms. She’d think back even further to that little boy, the one who pulled his lower eyelid down and stuck his tongue out at her.

Just babies when they first met, held by their mothers as they chatted. Hanabi had cried when Konohamaru whacked her over the head, according to Natsu.

When Hanabi thinks of that little baby Konohamaru, she thinks of holding a little baby lookalike in her arms, with pale eyes like hers, wild brown hair like theirs, and dimples like his. When she thinks of that little boy Konohamaru, she thinks of a little boy lookalike reaching up to her for a hug, to comfort him after a scraped knee with a bandage and a kiss. When she thinks of that snot-nosed preteen Konohamaru, she thinks of a little preteen lookalike throwing kunai and her watching with pride and admiration, his eyes bright and eager and a little chip in his tooth, just like him.

Domesticity with Konohamaru is a faraway dream she should not be entertaining.

It doesn’t stop her from going to his apartment on the regular, though. At this point, everyone knows so it was pointless to try to pretend. She still won’t call him her boyfriend and will correct him if he says it in front of her. She’ll disappear for weeks sometimes when he does it.

Today, she walked into his apartment without knocking after one of those bouts of no contact.

She walks in just in time to see him roll off his couch and fall straight onto the floor with a loud thud, caught off guard by her sudden appearance. Must have been napping. She snickers, folding her arms. “You’re a bad shinobi.”

“Thanks, Lady Heiress,” he grumbles, rolling over onto his back without getting up. He reaches up to rub at his eye, ignoring her glare, because he knows good and well that she still won’t tolerate that nickname from him. She stomps up to him and proceeds to plant herself on top of his chest, pressing her fingertips to the chakra point she had closed months ago. “Quit it.”

“I told you not to call me that,” she says, glowering down at him. He doesn’t look like his usual happy, cheerful self he usually acts like when she’s around.

“Did you come here just to torture me?” he says, and she leans back, looking offended.

“What’s this attitude?” she snaps, furrowing her eyebrows. Her hand goes limp as he tugs it away from the chakra point.

“Haven’t seen you in weeks,” he sighs, looking away from her. Something inside of her tugs at her heart. She bites her lower lip as she watches him pout, but makes no move to get her off of him.

“Cause you told your mom I was your girlfriend,” she says, quietly, frowning.

“Come on, Hanabi.” He still doesn’t look at her. “We’ve been playing this game for months." Now he looks her straight in the eye. "I’m in—”

“Don’t.” Immediately, she presses her finger to his lips to quiet him. “Don’t you dare say that word.”

He makes a face at her, just looking sad.

“We hate each other,” she says, trying to sound completely serious. “Always have. Always will.”

“Are you calling what we do hate fucking?” he asks with this disgusted look on his face. She slides off of him.

“If you wanna put it that way, yeah.” She shrugs as he props himself up on his elbows, giving her a look.

“I resent that,” he tells her, reaching out to push her hair from her face. Cute gestures he shouldn’t be doing. “I’m not the kind of person who hate fucks.”

“What would you call that back at the Land of Waves?” she retorts, shoving his hand away. “In the shower? And the bed? Remember what you said?”

She smirks when he looks away while rolling his eyes. “I said I’m fucking a monster.”

“Yeah, and you also called me a bitch earlier that day.”

“Don’t start with this.”

“And I called you –“

“Hanabi…”

“A coward.”

“Would a coward admit he’s in love with a monster?” he snaps, sitting upright now. She snorts, climbing to her feet. “Cause that's what this feels like.”

“You’re lovesick.” She emphasizes ‘sick’. “It’s different from being in love.”

He rolls onto his knees and starts crawling towards her. She squints at him as he forces her body down while climbing on top, but she doesn’t really resist, either. “You’re really cute when you get all glare-y.”

“I’m a monster,” she huffs, putting a palm against his chest.

“A cute monster.”

“You’re so stupid.” She sighs, trying to make sure her language comes off mean so they can get back to the hate-fucking.

“I’m pretty sure I’m fucking crazy,” he says to her face, resting his hips against hers, “cause I’m in love with you.”

Why can’t he just be cool for fucking once? All she wants is for him to be inside her but now he’s gone and done all this. “You know what you are?” Hanabi shoves him off, doesn’t really need to use much force either since he just rolls off of her. “Arrogant, stupid, clueless –“

“What do you even know about me?” Konohamaru is glaring now, clearly at the end of his rope.

“You’re a man!” she snaps, scrambling to her feet. “That’s all I need to know! And you’re Konohamaru Sarutobi! Snot-nosed brat who was given the entire world!”

“As if you weren’t?” He gets to his feet now, too. “Hanabi Hyūga, cold little princess, born with a silver spoon in her mouth!”

“Fucking asshole!” she yells. “You always got to do whatever the hell you wanted! Climb on the Hokage tower, terrorize jōnin, WHACK ME OVER THE HEAD!”

“You don’t even remember that!” He steps up to her, pointing right at her nose. “Your stupid caretaker told you and we were BABIES!”

“I will murder you,” she says it as she grabs his finger to twist, “if you ever call Natsu stupid again.”

His expression softens a little bit, and he doesn’t try to take his finger away. “Sorry,” he mumbles, frowning deeper. “I didn't mean that.”

“I shouldn’t be here.” She sighs as she releases his finger. His hand doesn’t drop though, it reaches for her hand to stop her and she just whines. “Stop it, Konohamaru.”

“I want you,” he breathes, looking right at her even as she stares at the ground. “I want you so much.”

“I can’t do this.” She yanks her hand out of his and begins stomping away. “I don’t want to do this!”

“Hanabi!”

“Leave me alone!”

“You came here!”

Hanabi stops in front of his door and resists the urge to just scream at the top of her lungs when she sees a picture of them on the shelf by his shoe rack. A selfie they took a few weeks ago while they were at a festival. He insisted and she’s got her tongue out while he kisses her on the cheek. It’s a cute photo.

She grabs the frame and throws it on the ground, shattering it and putting a dent in his flooring.

Instantly, she feels guilty, but she doesn’t let him know that. She just looks at him, dead in the eye, as his jaw drops and he slumps forward, defeated. She turns, tears the front door open, and slams it behind her.

“What the fuck.”

Konohamaru gets his knees to carefully pull the photo from the pile of glass. His heart sinks at the long scratch through the middle. It’s like a sign, the way it rips right between them, separating them.

But his mom always told him to follow his heart. He thought that was bullshit until Hanabi. Hanabi grabbed it and ran away with it, how is he supposed to not follow it? Chase after it, and her.

He thinks he’s pathetic.

What other explanation is there at this point?

100%, he’ll admit Hanabi is the last person kid Konohamaru thought he’d end up with. Sure, kid Konohamaru thought her eyes were weird and cool, kid Konohamaru liked to tease her cause he thought it was funny when she got red, kid Konohamaru watched her develop into a whole woman. Kid Konohamaru turned into adult Konohamaru, who couldn’t ignore how fucking beautiful adult Hanabi was.

But kid Konohamaru thought nothing could ever, ever make up for her terrible attitude and entitled demeanor. Kid Konohamaru got told all his life he was a brat who never had to work for anything, so he spent his kid life showing people he was working. Damn hard, too.

It hurts for Hanabi to still accuse him of those things.

And he feels angry. It’s something he doesn’t want to feel, but it’s so fucking familiar with Hanabi. To feel angry with her. Before this, he’d be angry at the way she’d flip him the middle finger, or swap his rice balls with some shitty glob of gluttonous rice. Before this, he’d be pissed that she dares sneer at him or roll her eyes. Before this, he wouldn’t tolerate her blowing off his opinion on a mission.

Now, he thinks he could accept all those things if she’d just give him some form of certainty, just a shred of acceptance.

Honestly, he’s not sure if he can catch a break.

He’s not even sure whether he’s a good guy or not, and that is what fucks with him. Moegi digging into his insides with ‘facts’ as she says. Telling him he’s no better than Udon or any other stupid ninja.

Konohamaru wants to believe he’s better, but can’t. Not when he has Hanabi running away from him constantly.

He sweeps up the glass and does his best to keep the photo intact. He can just print another, and it's on his phone, but he still wants to keep this one. That way when all of this is resolved, he can show it to her and they can laugh. Or she’ll slap him, but it’s a risk he’s willing to take.

Hanabi lays across her sister’s bed, picking at the little cotton fibers coming off of it that Hinata would berate her for picking at normally. Himawari lays on the other side, drawing large swirls on paper, refusing a hard surface to draw on. She insisted that drawing on the cushion of the bed made the pictures look cooler. Hinata shook her head, but Hanabi agreed. Even if the sound of paper crinkling into the bedsheets makes her cringe slightly.

“Like this, big sis?” Himawari hastily turns the paper around to face Hanabi, who rolls on her side to look at it. She scans the paper and frowns at a distinct-looking symbol. A line with branching out curves, and little dots around it. It looks suspiciously like the Sarutobi clan symbol.

“Why don’t you try drawing this, Hima?” Hanabi pulls a ribbon from her hair, stamped with the Hyūga clan symbol, and lays it in front of her. Himawari wrinkles her nose and pushes it away. How rude. She watches as Himawari quickly doodles a fairly impressive replica of their clan symbol, then points at it.

“That one’s easy, see?” Hanabi watches her do another, this time the simple spiral of the Uzumaki. “And this one! I wanna draw a new one, and big brother Kono gave me this!”

Himawari slides off the bed, her little footsteps pattering the floor as she bolts to her room, then returns with one of Konohamaru’s armbands. She slams it on the bed, then heaves herself back up on it. So her suspicions were correct.

What the hell is he playing at?!

“He gave you this?” Hanabi tries not to let poison touch her tone as she reaches out for the band. She flinches slightly when she touches it, as if it has some sort of curse on it like it’ll turn her fingers blue and purple. She grasps it in her fingers and rubs the pad of her thumb over the sewn-in symbol. “Stupid Sarutobi…”

“Are you talking ‘bout big brother?” Himawari bats her eyelashes, but she doesn’t look at her. “’s not nice to call someone stupid, big sister.”

Hanabi breathes out of her mouth, flapping her lips slightly as she does.

“An’ big brother is really nice to me.” Hanabi blinks before looking at her niece. “He throws me in the air an’ gives me chocolates even when mama says no.”

“Hima.” Hanabi smiles a little; she can’t help it.

“He says you’re real pretty.”

“He…what? To you?”

“I said I wanna be pretty like mama an’ big sister,” Himawari tells her, going back to her drawing. “He said big sister is real b-bootiful? He says it means pretty. I think he just forgot about mama.”

Hanabi grimaces as she looks back down at the band. She pulls it up to her nose and inhales, feeling herself getting soft. She pulls the material between her hands, looping each side in each index finger.

“You should get married, like mama and papa.”

Riiip

“Shit!” Hanabi gasps, dropping the band. A small tear splits the top middle of the band.

“That’s okay,” Himawari placates, barely looking up. “Mama can fix it.”

“I can, too,” Hanabi mumbles, pressing the sides back together as if that will do it.

“You wanna keep it?” Himawari looks up now, still scribbling away with her crayon. Hanabi pulls the band to her chest and doesn’t even think before nodding her head. Himawari gives her a big, toothy smile where one is missing in the front (courtesy of Hanabi wrapping it in floss and tying the other end to a door handle, then slamming the door for her, to which they both cheered when it popped out). Himawari reaches out her tiny little hand and pats Hanabi’s three-times larger one, adorably and endlessly kind. “Keep it. I tell big brother I lost it.”

“Okay.” Hanabi feels her upper lip tremble a little because she thinks Himawari’s heart is too good for this cold world. Tries not to think about all the heartache of the fourth war and everything that led up to it. Tries not to think about her little body being stabbed through, like her sisters, or her cousin’s. Tries not to think that Himawari is destined for the shinobi life, too. Tries to think that maybe, things will be different with her sister as her mother, and Naruto as her father, and with her and Konohamaru around to protect them.

Hanabi gives her niece a suffocating hug, one that lasts far longer than Himawari could possibly want, but she feels the need to hold onto her. Make sure she knows how much she adores her little self.

Hanabi returns to her home with a heavier heart.

She’s been avoiding confronting how fucking terrible she feels, but it seems the world has different plans for her, shoving remnants of Konohamaru in her face everywhere she goes.

She spends two hours with one of Natsu’s old sewing kits, trying her best to match the reds and stitch this stupid band back together.

Next Chapter ->

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cuntphoric · 22 days ago

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gojo's arm is around your throat, holding you in place as he plows into you hard, each thrust making your body jerk forward and back into him. you can barely breathe, the pressure of his grip on your neck only adds to the pleasure as he fucks into you, deep and rough. again and again. you're so cock drunk it's diabolical. the way his cock fills you, it's so fucking big that you can't think straight.

"biiiiigg stretch, yeah?" he murmurs in your ear, his voice dark and low, and it makes your spine shudder. he makes sure you feel every inch of him. you grip the bed sheets, your whole body shaking as he lets you take it all. the stars in your vision blur together as he pounds into you, hard and relentless, each thrust so, so deep it feels like it might split you in half. and at this rate he might.

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jellyfishhutcherson · 6 months ago

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#NEEDTHAT

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ftmslvtt · 2 months ago

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maaaaan i just wanna get drunk and make out with someone as their hands shamelessly grope me and then just slip underneath my clothes to feel me up even more 😮‍💨

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allurilove · 9 months ago

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Yandere Boyfriend x you

Rated 18 + -- mature long (?) content!

Includes: Headcanons of possessive, obsessive, and perverted behavior, stalking, rough sex, pretty gender neutral, jealousy, hair pulling, handjobs, going on vacation with you.

*Thanks for all the love on the first post, and here’s a continuation! Here is the third part! It’s a much longer version, and he’s now referred to as “your boyfriend!” This is gonna be a long one, and then I'll take a bit of a break to write yandere priest! This is purely fictional writing!*

Synopsis: Your wish became true, and now you have a boyfriend. He loves you immensely, and now that you two live together, he feels like his life is complete.

He never believed to see a more beautiful and attractive person than you. You have his heart and soul in your possession, all ready and willing for you to devour.

Take him, claim him, and he’ll be at your feet worshipping you forever.

He was stoked to be able to have access to your bedroom 24/7. It was like he struck gold as you shown him your newly decorated room. It felt surreal to be your roommate, and the fact that you two would be living under the same roof made it hard for him to control his urges. He knows he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help himself. You were off to class, and his hand was on the doorknob. He slowly pulled the door back, and all of your clothes were revealed to him. He reached out and gently touched the fabric of your clothes, his hands feeling the smooth silk, or the fuzzy cotton shirt. He leaned in to sniff the closet, and your natural scent fills his nose. He sighed and he stepped in, he closed his eyes as your clothes enveloped him like a hug.

Your classmate slowly pulled down his pants, his face digging into your sweater as he kept inhaling the soft aroma from your fragrance. He had to keep himself busy somehow. He started to shuffle around the apartment, his pants pulled down to his feet and he looked like a penguin as he walked to the bathroom. He grabbed your towel you frequently used, and he sniffed that too. Your classmate began to rub himself, his fingers touching the outline of his manhood. It stood strong and proud, it was a bit heavy and sort of curved to the left. He used his free hand to start jerking himself off.

It was almost like a routine for him. He would wake up at the same time as you, watch you leave the house and wave goodbye, and then go back to your room to sleep. He soon began to grind onto your pillow. Or he would wrap himself in a little burrito with your covers.

You two had your great moments as "classmates", and had your little movie nights when you were done with class. You had a huge bucket of popcorn on your lap, and it was mixed with your favorite candy, with sweet and savory kernels as well. He would always grab for some when you did- just to brush his hand against yours.

While living with your classmate…he soon became your boyfriend. It sort of happened when you two got drunk and ended up making out in his bed. His lips were soft, his tongue swirled with yours, and he could taste the peach liquor.

Living with him was great: he frequently cleaned, always did the laundry, and he would steal a couple of your intimates. You almost caught him, and you could see the little fabric poking out of his pocket, but he had distracted you by pulling you to the bedroom.

You were getting a bit suspicious that he was at the apartment all the time, but he promised he just had online classes. He then started to be a Photoshop pro. He would create fake grades, and fake assignments he had to do, and he realized that it would be odd if he was available all the time. So, he actually had to sneak into campus and pretend he was a student there. His heart ached as he had to send "I'm actually busy and can't make it" text to you. Knowing damn well that he had nothing going on.

You two went on dates. He always took you out somewhere new, he never once wanted you to feel bored with him. He bought tickets to this stand up comedian you liked, and you both sat down onto your seats. It went well, literally too well. He grits his teeth as he hears another laugh from you. I mean c'mon, the comedian wasn’t that funny.

Now that he thinks about it… he doesn’t remember a time when he made you laugh like that. Even when he made notes of all the things you found hilarious. His eyes widened at the realization, and he started to doubt himself. Maybe he wasn’t even funny, no matter how hard he tried-- oh god!

You nudged him to see his reaction, his eyes were shining with love as he looked over to you, but he covered the lower half of his face. And he silently mouthed “Count your days” to the comedian.

He gripped onto his thighs, his eyes narrowing at the ground as he silently fumed. He didn’t want to seem overbearing, and you were having a good time, so he kept his thoughts to himself. You made fun of him that night. While you guys were walking back home, he frowned as you mocked his tense expression.

“Oh stop it.” He grumbled and he looked away. He looked so cute when he pouted, and he crossed his arms.

Though deep down, he liked that he made you smile. Even if you were laughing at him, it was still a win in his books. He sighed and decided to reel you in by wrapping his arm around your shoulder, and he brought you close.

You also got a lot of noise complaints. It was embarrassing to even bump into your neighbors when you left your apartment. They sent you nasty glares, eye rolls, and out right told you to keep it down. They thought you were a porn fein.

Your back arched as your boyfriend thrusted into you, and you held him tightly against you. Being with him was always passionate, he was ravenous and acted as if he had been starved of your warmth. He let out a loud groan. He also had the tendency to curse, the bed shook as he picked up the pace- the headboard repeatedly slammed into the wall. You also had to buy a new bed frame after he broke the other one.

He leaned down and he nibbled and nipped at your neck, he loved to leave hickeys and marks on you. His hands lifted your legs up and onto his shoulders, pressing your thighs to your chest. The bed creaks underneath your weight, and he reaches down to caress your flushed cheek.

When you saw him open his mouth to say something dirty, you quickly silenced it with your hand. He peered down curiously, his brow raised, and he tilted his head in confusion. You remind him to keep it down, and that the people next door will hear.

The next day: you hid yourself in a hoodie, running to the bus stop as you ignored your neighbors heckles.

After you were done with class, you two went to the gym to work out. You promised to help him build some muscles, and teach him how to run properly. He sometimes wished he didn’t have a dick. He listened to you explain some random machine, and he grabbed a towel to cover his crotch. You saw how he would nervously dart his eyes around, completely unable to look at you without drooling.

As a punishment, you got him to start running on the treadmill. He pants as you continued to speed up the machine, and sweat began to drip down his body.

"Are you trying to kill me?" Your boyfriend whined, and he had to keep pushing his body to the limits. "I thought you liked me..." He joked as he wiped the sweat off his neck.

When he missed you, he disguised himself when he would follow you around campus. He hid himself behind a bookshelf after he stalked you to the library. He lowered his shades to see what you were reading.

“Excuse me?” Another student tapped on his shoulder.

“Piss off.” Your boyfriend said curtly, and he slapped their hand off him. “Can’t you see that I’m busy?”

The student looked at him and then followed his line of sight. They were going to ask him to move so they could grab their book, but when they saw his flushed cheeks, dilated pupils, and his odd heavy breathing… they realized he was stalking you and was probably a creep. The student gulped, slowly backing away as they flagged down security.

You had to save your boyfriend from the arms of a buff man. It was almost funny to see your boyfriend get manhandled by security, his feet dangling off the ground, and he continued to say that the guard was embarrassing him.

Your boyfriend still kept in touch with your siblings, he actually grew to liking them, and when winter break came around, he followed you back home. He stepped inside the familiar house, and he greeted your parents first. He handed presents around to your family, and he quickly put on a white beard and red hat for the kids.

He genuinely started tweaking when he was introduced to your life long childhood friend, and ex. He forced a smile and his grip was tight as he shook your ex lovers hand. Your boyfriend continues to give your ex a sideways glare whenever they were near him, or when they would touch you, he would accidentally push them into the christmas tree.

He holds your hand during dinner, and conveniently turns away when your ex asked him pass the rolls. When you reach over to grab the basket for yourself, your boyfriend handed them to you immediately. His expression souring as you gave one to your ex too.

“I think they meant to give it to me.” Your boyfriend grunts, and he picks the bread off your exes plate and shoves it into his mouth.

You kicked him out of bed that night. He had to sleep on the tiny ottoman, it was either that or sleeping on the floor. But he refused to lay down where he couldn’t see you. He sulked, and his body curled up into a fetal position as he saw you sleeping comfortably on the bed.

Your boyfriend slowly unraveled his body and he prowled towards you. His face rubbed up against your thighs, and he murmured “I’m sorry” into your skin. His lips trailing up to your inner thigh. When you pull away, he rolled his eyes, and he flipped you over onto your stomach.

“Do you like your ex more than me? Is that it?” His voice is calm but you can hear the underlying irritation in it. “Do you get all hot and bothered when you think about them?”

“Do you think about them when you’re with me?” He yanked on your hair, and you wince as you feel a burn at your scalp.

He rubbed his sore cheek after you hit him, and you made him sit in the corner to reflect on his behavior. He sighs and he leans his head back onto the wall, his eyes glancing at your sleeping form. You did tell him he couldn't sleep on the bed, but was he going to listen...? He got up from his spot, and he tiptoed towards you, and he laid down next to you. He was successful until your eyes shot open and glared at him, he quickly slinks away in fear.

Your family decided to take you guys to the slopes. You were still mad at your boyfriend, but you helped him put on his clothes. You roughly zipped up his jacket, wrapped the scarf around his neck, and shoved him into the van. He did not like sitting next to your ex. The car ride was tense for him, and your boyfriend was nice to your parents and thanked them for bringing him along. He rolled his eyes as he heard your ex do the same-- damn copycat.

He awkwardly sat there, you were on his left, and your ex on his right. Your boyfriend stared out the window, occasionally making conversation with you, and when you guys came to the gas station to fill up the car- he couldn't wait to jump out.

Your boyfriend stared at the road as your parents pumped the gas into the vehicle, he stretched his limbs and he couldn't help but wonder how long it would take him to walk back home.... surely it wouldn't be that far. He didn't want to leave you with your psychotic ex. I mean, he didn't know for sure they were a nut case, but he liked to believe they were. However, he also didnt want to be here so... he pulled out his phone and he looked it up, damn. 15 hours?

"Thinking about running away?"

Your boyfriends body stiffened as he heard your ex's voice. He sighed heavily, and he turned around to see the person in front of him. He looked at them up and down... realizing they were wearing the same colors. They looked like they were matching. Fuck.

"You would like that wouldn't you?" Your boyfriend shoved past them and he walked inside the store to find you.

You were standing at the chips aisle, a couple of things already in your hands. Your boyfriend grabbed a beef jerky and made his way to you, his body behind yours, and he pressed himself against you. He kissed your cheek, and his hands rubbed your sides.

"Are you still mad at me?" He moped.

"Are you being nice to my friend?" You said back.

He stayed silent for a bit, contemplating what to say. I mean he could lie, but he decides not to. "I think you're asking a bit too much from me."

The rest of the car ride was silent. When you guys made it to the mountain he was shaking the entire time. He was cold, did not know how to ski, and he was stuck on the easiest slopes with the kids and beginner skiers. He flailed down the hill, he tumbled and rolled, and he crashed into a tree.

You helped him get back to the cabin after he got a concussion.

His body wasn't hurting too badly, and he whined and sniffled- really trying to make it seem he was sick. He loved the attention you were giving him, the light touch of your lips on his forehead, and when he convinced you to touch him down there, he was really happy. His back arches as you continued to move your hand underneath his pants, your thumb brushing against his tip.

"Ah~" Your boyfriend moaned. "Keep going..." his hips jerked up to meet your movements, his cock starting to twitch in your hand. His arousal formed in his stomach, before his cum finally leaked out of his member.

You shimmied his pants a bit lower and you licked his manhood, your tongue tasting the slightly salty and white fluid dripping down his length. The rest of the trip went smoothly. He would often pull you to the side to kiss you, he cooked alongside you, learned how to ski with you, learned how to knit a beanie, and of course his favorite... being intimate with you.

Your ex's room was right next door, and your boyfriend made sure to make you scream out his name every night, and vice versa. He loved to make a show of how much you two loved each other, and his hands were on your hips to help you ride him.

"So goood..." He babbled, his brows furrowed in pleasure, and he latched his lips onto your neck. "Keep ridin' me, I wanna see you lose it on my cock."

Your boyfriend was entranced with how you took him in easily, his dick disappearing into you, and felt you tighten around him. A deep growl vibrating from his throat. He plays with your nipples, pinching and he sucked on them. He twirls his tongue around your hardened nipple. When you came, he lapped up your nectar, and he kissed you.

It was soon becoming the end of your college years, and he started to panic. Especially when he heard you talking about how you're gonna walk on stage, or what you were going to wear. He panicked because he's a damn liar. He wouldn't be able to sneak his way into graduation, and it was time to come clean. He hoped you wouldn't leave him, or think he's crazy for following you across the world to be with you.

Allure: Hopefully this keeps y'all fed until I come back! Here’s the c.ai link: https://share.character.ai/Wv9R/ondwnvhr

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