#why did you do this to me nonnie hm

[teddybeartoji]

Not to be a freak on main but sae loves giving you foot massages, because he knows the mental torment you go through bc yeah, you’re so ticklish and when he featherlights his touches, he smirks when your toes curl and you instinctively jerk, but also the sighs and whines you let out when he digs his thumbs into your arches make his dick twitch. The dichotomy between it makes his mouth water

Alternatively, when you playfully shove his back and whine at him for being “too gentle, it tickles, stop that,” he looks you dead in the eyes and just. Starts. Tickling you in punishment (do not perceive me. Don’t look at me-)

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[4unnyr0se]

Hear me out…asking Kenma and Akaashi to eat it from the back..

❥ eat it from the back | kenma kozume & keiji akaashi

warnings: timeskip! kenma and akaashi, fem! reader, eating pussy from the back (obvs), kenma is a tease and akaashi is a gentleman, fingering, spanking (kind of), mentions of hickeys, bokuto mentioned

MDNI | 18+ content

word count -> 2.1k

a/n: okay i literally hate this with every fiber of my being but i hope u like it nonnie xx

Kenma Kozume

“Hey babe?” you poked your head into your bedroom shared by your boyfriend, the neon red and white lights reflecting off his hazelnut waves. The atmosphere was cozy and quaint, accompanied by the faintest sound of video game characters making attack noises at each other. “I-I have a question if you aren’t busy.” your manicured nails anxiously rubbed against the doorframe, a worrying feeling coursing through your pulsating veins. 

Kenma turned around, placing his cat-ear headphones around his neck. You had gotten them as a joke last Christmas, but he grew attached to them quickly. Your boyfriend was akin to that of a cat, after all. “Yeah, what’s up? Is everything okay?” he asked, his voice laced with a mild concern. You were usually so open with him, never afraid to speak your mind. Why did you seem anxious? Were you hurt?

“O-oh, everything is fine. It’s just…I wanted to try something different, if that’s okay.” you smiled in a feeble attempt to assure him, closing the door behind you. Kenma raised an eyebrow and exited his expensive gaming chair, electing to sit on the king-sized bed on the other side of the room. He patted the blanketed spot next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder once you were snuggled deep into his side. “What did you wanna try, hm? It’s okay, I won’t judge you.”

You blushed and bit down on your lip, not daring to look into Kenma’s gorgeous golden eyes. Since you started dating, your boyfriend has always accommodated your needs, ensuring you feel safe and secure. Surely he would not refuse you now? “Uh, my friend sent me a video on Twitter and…and it was of a girl getting head from behind. I-if you know what I mean.”

A smirk decorated Kenma’s lips as he pulled you impossibly closer to his chest, the thick fabric of his company hoodie softly grazing your blushing cheek. “Oh, was that it? That’s nothing, baby. You know I can’t say no to your pretty face when you ask for something so simple.” he purred, grasping your chin with his hand. He pulled you out of his hoodie to look into his eyes, molten with a newfound desire and longing. The padding of his thumb pulled on your bottom lip, admiring how pretty you looked when you were so desperate for him. “Can you take those pants off and get on all fours for me, pretty girl?”

You nodded quickly, practically ripping off your pants along with your panties, tossing them in some random corner of the room to be forgotten about. You smushed your flushing face against the silky sheets of the massive bed, your back arching so perfectly for him. All on display, all for Kenma. He growled at the sight, kneading the flesh of your ass between his long fingers. “Fucking perfect.” he groaned, playfully cracking his hand against your skin. “Shit, you’re fucking dripping for me. Do you want this that badly, baby?”

“Yes!” you whimpered, your hands finding purchase in the sheets as Kenma bent down, his fingers trailing your dripping folds. “Please, fuck, please just, just do it!” 

“Okay, pretty girl, whatever you want,” he whispered, placing a teasing kiss on your inner thigh before his mouth landed on your soaked core. His hot tongue slid up and down your folds, mewl after pathetic mewl escaping your lips and being drowned out by the sheets. His hands gripped onto your thighs to secure your position, leaving tiny, fingerprint-sized bruises. His tongue drew playful circles around your sopping entrance, pushing the tip of his muscle in occasionally so he could relish in your surprised squeal.

Kenma indulged himself in you, but that was no shock at all. He was a very greedy lover, and you adored that about him. You tasted like the nectar of the gods on his skilled tongue, his name falling from your plump lips in a broken prayer as your stomach sank further into the mattress, slowly coming undone by his expert oral ministrations. “Shit, you’re fucking shaking. You must’ve wanted this, huh, baby?

His lewd words sent vibrations throughout your body, causing your clit to so painfully throb. “P-please,” you begged, reaching behind you to desperately grasp for his hand. “Need you, please.” Your hand found purchase on his wrist, impatiently dragging it to hover above your soaked clit. 

He choked back a moan as his fingers began to swirl around your clit, pinching the sensitive bud just to get a beautiful yelp to fall from your lips. The way it was throbbing, the way you were so beautifully dripping all over his chin and mouth; you were close. He could feel it. Kenma could tell when you were about to reach orgasm by the way your walls squeezed his cock, but this time it was different. Your body was shaking and trembling, so you were in for quite a ride. 

“Gonna fucking cum, baby? That’s okay, cum on my face. You can do it, can’t you? Be a good fucking girl and drown me, don’t make me ask again.” he demanded, rhythmically plunging his tongue in and out of your entrance. His tongue accidentally-on-purpose hit the most sensitive spot inside your core, causing you to topple over the edge and into complete and utter bliss. You release coated half of his lower face, making the mess Kenma never tired of seeing. Fuck, you looked so perfect like this. Bent over and all spent for him, profanities escaping your mouth as you rode your high so gracefully. 

Reluctantly, Kenma pulled himself away from your drenched lower half, wiping your release from his lips. As you turned around to face him, he smacked your ass. “Sorry baby,” he corrected, standing up to slide off his sweatpants and boxers. His cock leaked with precum, prodding at your entrance. “Did you really think we were done? That’s so cute.”

Keiji Akaashi

Akaashi has been your most trusted friend ever since high school. You were Fukurodani’s manager and went to the same university as him, often spending time with each other for whatever reason you two wanted, be it studying or simply crying over your shitty boyfriend cheating on you. He was always there for you, and you were always there for him. You knew everything about each other, everything, including your deepest, most dark desires.

It began when you discovered (by pure accident) that you had apartments in the same building, one floor apart. It was a shock at first, albeit a hilarious one. Akaashi joked about how you could never get rid of him, like how you and Bokuto were attached at his hip in high school. Eventually, like in college, you spent every free moment with each other. He could be editing a manga panel on his laptop, and you gingerly made him tea, patting his head. His green eyes would always trail to the hem of your top, the hint of exposed cleavage driving him secretly wild. Or how you would wear your sleep shorts constantly because you worked from home, the sight of your exposed thighs making him instantly hard in his slacks. 

One day, the tension between the two of you snapped. Akaashi had you against the wall, your legs wrapped around his waist and his hands squeezing your waist. His lips molded so perfectly against your own, groaning into your mouth as your teeth teasingly bit onto his bottom lip. That night was filled with passion and longing, a longing that started to brew since the day you decided to become a Fukurodani manager. Since then, your neck has never been free from his hickeys or marks, and Akaashi’s wrists always have one of your bracelets dangling from the bone.

You never kept anything from each other; why would you? You had known each other for so long that you and he were practically in sync—what he did, you did, etc. So when your friend sent you a Twitter link to a video of a girl trembling as she got eaten out from behind, you just had to show him.

“Keiji, look at this.” you tapped him on the shoulder, momentarily distracting him from editing a manga panel. “My friend sent me this. It’s pretty hot, right?” The video was muted, but the woman’s pleasure was so undeniable. Three fingers pumped in and out of her sobbing pussy while her partner secured her position with his large hands, his tongue ravishing her. 

“Yeah, it is really hot,” Akaashi looked at you with a flicker of desire in his eyes, kissing your fingers gently. “Would you like to try that, sweetheart?” He rose from his chair, slightly towering above you. He was so gentle at times you had forgotten that he used to play volleyball. Akaashi was pretty damn tall. You nodded and leaned to kiss him, resting your arms on his broad shoulders. He smiled into the kiss, breaking it for only a moment so he could drag you into the living room. Shrugging off his cardigan and removing his glasses, he gestured to the leather couch. “Can you get into the position like the girl in the video, sweetheart? Face down, ass up, come on.”

You happily obliged, stripping yourself of your shorts and panties instantly. You proudly displayed yourself for him, wiggling your ass playfully with a teasing grin plastered across your beautiful face. “Like this Keiji, yeah? Like when we do doggy style.”

“Exactly like when we do doggystyle, sweetheart.” Akaashi groaned, massaging your ass tenderly. You were already dripping for him, fuck. Were you thinking about this for longer than he thought? “You always look so fucking pretty for me.” his long and calloused fingers prodded at your throbbing entrance, eliciting an impatient moan from your lips. “Don’t tease, baby! Wan’ you so bad, c’mon!”

He pushed his index and middle finger inside your sobbing core, curling them inside instantly. Your walls squeezed about him perfectly, your manicured nails clawing at the pillow supporting your head. “T-tongue! Wan’ your tongue, Keiji! Please…” you whimpered, turning your head to look at him with a flustered and needy expression. 

“I know, pretty girl,” he cooed, quickening his ministrations in your fluttering cunt. “Just doing what the guy in the video did, right? You’ll get my tongue soon enough,” he assured you, squeezing the backs of your thighs lovingly. That put you at ease for a moment until his skilled tongue licked a fat stripe up your glistening folds, earning the most delightful squeal from your throat. 

“Fuck.” Akaashi slowly dragged his tongue up and down your wanton heat, groaning as your slick covered his tongue and mouth. You always tasted divine, like something not of this world. Your thighs already began to shake like the girl in the video, his fingers gently pistoning in and out of you being the perfect finishing touch. “So fucking pretty like this,” he whispered against you, fingers pulling out of your heat to rub against the clit. “I’ve never seen you this needy. Have you always wanted to try this? Hm?” 

You frantically nodded and pressed yourself against his face, wanting more of his wet muscle against your core. “J-just make me cum, dammit! You never tease me like this.”

“Whatever you want, sweetheart,” Akaashi buried himself in your cunt once more, tracing delicate circles on your most sensitive part. At the same time, his index finger rubbed your clit too well, the slick from inside your pussy adding a new kind of lubrication. Akaashi chuckled in satisfaction as he felt your orgasm approach, his tongue prodding at your entrance. He plunged the wet muscle inside, slurping noises filling the room of your otherwise silent living area. The tip expertly dipped in and out, running along each of your folds to avoid neglecting either.  “Want you to cum on my tongue, sweetheart,” he demanded, rubbing on your clit at a sickeningly fast pace. “Can you do that for me now? Wanna cum on my tongue?”

Like you were something he had programmed, you became unraveled all over his tongue, your slick release covering his mouth. “S-shit! Keiji, fuck! Oh my fucking god, don’t stop! Holy shit, fuck, fuck!” 

Akaashi smiled as he pulled away from your heat, giving your inner thighs gentle kisses. “You did so well, sweetheart. I’m so proud of you.” He grabbed your hips and flipped you around, pressing his lips against yours in a tender embrace. His tongue flicked against your lips, spreading some of your release. “You taste amazing, can you see?” 

You nodded and collapsed onto his chest, rubbing your head against the wool fabric of his sweater. “Gonna take a nap on you, is that okay?”

Akaashi chuckled to himself and kissed the top of your sweaty head, rubbing his hands down your back. “Of course, baby, get as much rest as you need. You did so well for me.”

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[solaarbeeam]

MAKE THAT SIX — FURIN FIRST YEAR SIX

TYPE — RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS

SYNOPSIS — a look into your relationship with the furin first year six.

CHARACTERS — sakura haruka, suo hayato, nirei akihiko, kiryu mitsuki, tsugeura taiga, and sugeshita kyotaro

A/N:: i’d like to formally thank callum for getting the brain juices flowing cause DAMN i got SHIT TO SAY abt these five. ALSO!! nonnie if u find this, i did it <33 also! reader ks a member of bofurin, and is gender!neutral

— SAKURA HARUKA

— Oh my lord I’ve got a whole bunch of shit to say about this one.

— Please help this poor man out, he’s stressing over this so much.

— He’s already been voted grade captain, told that he’s formally trusted by the top dog of his school, and now he gets a significant other? He’s gonna break soon honey, if he hasn’t already.

— Expect that he has an issue with you getting hurt in fights even though you are a formal member of Bofurin and he has seen you fight long before the both of you got together. He knows you’re good at it and you can take care of yourself. He’s just a very worried softie :(

— Made Kiryu teach him how to use his phone in order to text you more often, even if you do see each other every day.

— Friendly spars! Fighting gives him joy and he’s a happy camper when he sees that you enjoy the sparring.

— Doesn’t know much about being a boyfriend but he always shares food with you even if you don’t ask for it.

— Lowkey ashamed to be out in public with you because of how he looks. He doesn’t want people looking at you weird because of him.

— Thought you were pranking him when you told him you loved him. He very much ran away. You had to go and chase him down for two hours to get the point across.

— Avid sleepovers at your house! He has the most peaceful sleeping face. Your wallpaper on your phone is him sleeping peacefully against one of your pillows.

— He absolutely screeched when he saw it too, by the way.

— Has major separation anxiety because of how he grew up. He needs you to be in eyeshot or somewhere he can easily find you.

— Has his location on all the time because why wouldn’t he? This man is loyal.

— Is the type to let you wear what you want because in his mind, you’ll just beat up whoever it is who’s bothering you. He’ll jump in if you want to jump them too.

— Nighttime walks. Even better when the stars are dotting the skies. It’s peaceful, and it makes him feel like he’s doing a good job with the whole boyfriend thing.

— Tugs on your Furin Jacket when he wants your attention.

— You absolutely sneak other clothes into his closet. His lack of opinions and choices are very concerning to you.

— Aquarium dates! He really likes sea life a lot and it’s cute to see him blushing from awe at all the dolphins and fishies!

— You have attempted to beat up his foster parents when they came through Makochi once. You, unluckily, didn’t get to because Suo and Nirei pulled up with the rest of the first year to run them out of town. He cried in your bed because he never thought people would care about him like that.

— His wallpaper is you and him holding hands on one of your night walks.

— Has let you put makeup on him before and let me tell you, Sakura Haruka is the prettiest man on the planet.

— You like to call his eyes pretty a lot. Like gemstones. No matter how many times you tell him, he still violently blushes and hides his face.

— The Grade Captain of Class 1-1 has a significant other, and he wouldn’t trade you for the world. No matter how much shenanigans you get into.

— SUO HAYATO

— Hm. The teasing gentleman. Let’s see..

— A certified back hugger. Mans does not care about PDA. If he wants to hug you, he will.

— Teaches you about his style of fighting sometimes, even though you fight similarly to Kiryu.

— Lets you wear his tassel earrings when you ask for them. He thinks they look adorable on you.

— He was so tempted to show off at the Tournament with Shishitoren just so you can see how good of a fighter he is.

— Will rant about tea flavors, although he doesn’t classify it as ranting. You do though, because that’s what it is, and it’s adorable to see him tall about the differences between flavors.

— He can’t cook for jack shit but let me tell you, that man can bake. Best believe you are a pastry taste tester for all his little baking experiments.

— You have absolutely pranked him with Natto in his food. This was the first of rare times you will ever catch him off guard.

— Beach walks. On the sand, on the coast line. That’s all I have to say.

— Can absolutely ballroom dance. He has ballroom danced with you at his house and is absolutely hoping you and him are forever so he can ballroom dance with you at your wedding.

— You sit on top of his desk at Furin whenever you can’t find a seat and drag it over.

— Absolutely almost flipped Tsubakino over because he thought he was trying to flirt, even though the both of you are first years. He was just caught off guard! All poor Tsubakino wanted to do was compliment you :(

— Kisses the back of your hand, similarly to princes in most modern royal media.

— Once again, this man does not give a flying fuck about PDA. If he wants to kiss you in front of the person taking your order at a fast food joint, he will and what are they going to do about it?

— Your wallpaper is him sitting on beach sand in the sunrise.

— His wallpaper is you doing something stupid. What can I say, he’s a tease. To himself, he’s a genius.

— He’s saved as Leonardo Dicaprio in your phone, for shits and giggles.

— Does the sidewalk rule expeditiously, even if your reflexes are better than most.

— Keeps his hand on the small of your back once you’re in big crowds

— Do all of us a favor and never team up in a fight, because the result? The opposing fighters are the finished.

— Assuming that under his eye he has a grotesque injury, you have very much kissed that injury senseless. Keep doing it, it makes him feel all warm and gooey inside.

— You baked gingerbread cookies together for Christmas. Umemiya came to raid them soon enough though.

— His mother loves you.

— Has already given you a promise ring. You wear it around your neck to prevent it from breaking while punching someone in a fight.

— If (more like WHEN) you get married, you were the one who got down on one knee and proposed to him. It was the closest he’d been to crying ever.

— Newsflash, he did cry.

— Will sling you over his shoulder no matter how much you weigh to assert dominance. He’s just a cheeky little shit.

— NIREI AKIHIKO

— GIVE MY BABY THE ASSURANCE HE NEEDS, OKAY??

— Okay but all jokes aside, reassure this man because he feels like dead weight to you all the time and he doesn’t want to be.

— Has a special page in his notebook just for you! Well, it’s more of a section really..

— He’s a cuddle bug. Give bro a bed, some blankets, a decently sized pillow and one order of you and it’ll be the best cuddles you’ve ever had.

— Texts you pictures of all the animals he sees when he’s doing solo patrols with Suo and Sakura.

— Your wallpaper of him is him petting one of the dogs in the neighborhood.

— Is the type to claim that you can and will beat someone in a fight whenever a non-Furin person claims they can fight.

— Do not, and I mean DO NOT, play tag with Nirei. You will lose. That man is a trackstar.

— Wash Day is your day, okay? That mam can and should be a licensed hairstylist. He will leave your hair looking gorgeous no matter what type you have from 1A all the way to 4C.

— His name in your phone is Pookie Bear. He died when he saw it.

— Your name in his phone is Heartie with multiple heart emojis after it.

— Lets you wear his hairclips and necklaces. He’s got too many to even comprehend.

— His love language is words of affirmation. You will never feel insecure with this boy (in his mind, that’s his job)

— Feels bad for forcing you to protect him all the time in fights but he’s always there to patch you up after.

— Speaking of patching up after, make this man a doctor as well cause the way you will NEVER, and I mean NEVER get sick when this man’s around is absolute.

— Is the fun fact king and will send you random, silly fun facts about anything and everything, it’s so cute.

— Amusement Park dates. Need I say more?

— He will share his food without asking. He wants you to try!

— His wallpaper is a collection of polaroid photos of the both of you after a Carnival Date.

— Nose kisses!! All day every day!!

— KIRYU MITSUKI

— Matching PFPs with you on every gaming platform you can think of. Is matching pfps with you on social media as well.

— Lets you pick out the piercings he wears during the day.

— You play with his Furin Jacket sleeves because their always drooping to a degree.

— You stare into his eyes as a pastime because they’re so??? gorgeous???? He has most definitely blushed because of it.

— Both of you are speed-based fighters so having the both of you tag team an opposing side is lethal work.

— Teasing. He’s not as bad as Suo but we’re not going to sit here and say that he’s not a tease.

— Makes a point to match with you when it comes to outfits to some degree, even if you don’t have the same style or taste.

— His wallpaper is you leaning back in a chair at Furin, with the sunrise hitting your face just right.

— Your wallpaper of him is him playing one of the many games on his phone.

— Speaking of phone, he has a separate album in his phone that’s full of pictures of you doing absolutely anything and everything.

— Is the type to egg you on into versing him in a game knowing he’s better just to see you get all pouty when you lose. He thinks its cute until you legitimately crash out.

— You’re in his pinned on his phone.

— Most definitely has a moodboard of the both of you, mostly shenanigans the both of you would get up to, but the rest of it is legitimate sweetness.

— You are saved in his phone as ‘My Player #2’. I don’t make the rules, you just are.

— Boba!! His favorite kind of dates are when you go around trying different foods and drinks. He’ll always get your favorite eventually though.

— Buys funny shirts on purpose to make you laugh. He also buys funny hoodies and puts them in your closet on purpose. That’s right, you don’t even have to ask.

— Lets you paint his nails. He’s a pretty princess, all he needs is to have it shown on the outside.

— Also lets you use his hair clips a lot! You and h have matching ones you wear with designated outfits.

— Matching phone cases on the month of your anniversary. I know I’m talking about matching a lot, but I think that matching with your significant other is a very Kiryu-coded thing to do.

— Karaoke nights with him are the absolute best.

— TSUGEURA TAIGA

— Yall. I have feelings about this one.

— Uses kisses as motivation to continue on with his workout routines. Yes, if you slide under him while he’s doing push ups, he will kiss you.

— Is a weighted blanket personified. In winter time you can and will be cozy.

— Love languages are words of affirmation and physical touch. However, he’s aggressive with the words of affirmation, the opposite of Nirei.

— Piggy back rides all day every day. Doesn’t matter where you are or who you’re around. As long as he’s got two arms, shoulders, and some upper body strength? Piggy back rides.

— It’s literally canon that he wears shorts in the winter. Do with that what you will.

— Gym couple gym couple gym couple!! Instagram and TikTok love them some of you two. You set weight-lifting goals together.

— Unstoppable Push and Immovable Force-coded.

— Most definitely asked what your aesthetic and virtue was when he first met you.

— You and him are often called the parents of the group because he’s the oldest first year.

— Intertwines his legs with yours when hand-holding isn’t an option.

— Gives you his bandanas after he’s washed them because he thinks they make you look so cute.

— His wallpaper is his arm wrapped around your waist in the gym mirror after a difficult workout.

— Don’t get hurt in a fight, please. He knows you can take care of yourself but that man is a brawler-coded fighter so pray for whoever managed to catch you off guard.

— He knows how to rollerskate so he’ll take you to roller skating rinks as dates! The rinks that he picks out always have the best food too.

— He canonically wears shorts in the winter, but sometimes he does to purposefully annoy you or get your attention. It works, but he’s being adorably stupid.

— I personally think that he would have you saved as your nickname, but it a cutesy way. He doesn’t see the point in making it elaborate when he can show you how much he loves you in real life.

— Is also a manhandler but most of the time it’s not on purpose. He’s just a very excited overgrown puppy man and sometimes he can’t tone it down, give my baby a break, okay?

— Charm Bracelets!! Whenever he works out, he takes them off because he will feel the absolute worst if they break. You will not be able to console him.

— He smells like tropical fruit by the way. It’s very pleasant, he blushes every time you tell him you smell good.

— Is also an avid sidewalk rule follower. In public, he’ll put one arm around your shoulders.

— Eventually the both of you get manipedi’s together because what’s the point of him having his dogs out all the time if his toes aren’t done?

— He is a TDI junkie and absolutely believes the theory that Chris MClain slowly loses his sanity throughout the show, and that Izzy was actually raised in the forest where Camp Wawanaka resided. You have heard and witnessed enough rants for several lifetimes.

— Is a huge fan of the goth duo from The Ridonculous Race because they apparently remind him of Suo because of how nonchalant he is. You cackled when he first told you.

— SUGESHITA KYOTARO

— If I’m going to be honest, him and Sakura are in the same boat in the sense that they do not know how to boyfriend.

— But it goes a little like this.

— He’s touch starved to no end so you have to fo at your own pace with him. Sometimes he’ll lean in, sometimes he’ll stand away at a certain radius. He loves you, you just gotta be patient.

— He doesn’t have preferences for anything, as stated in canon, so you often take him out so you can find his likes and dislikes and his absolutely no-go’s whatsoever.

— He, like Tsuge, will not save you as anything really special or cutesy in his phone because that’s what you have him in real life for.

— He fell in love with you by realizing that he gave more of a shit if you got hurt while fighting than the rest of the first years, Anzai included.

— Remember when I said that Nirei should be a licensed hairstylist? Well, Sugeshita over here might as well be the god of anything that has to do with hair.

— He has matching hair accessories with you too. It’s subtle, but he likes it that way. It makes him happy.

— Umemiya is practically his dad, just know that Umemiya approves.

— Only lets you play around in his hair. He does NOT play about his hair, lemme tell you that right now. It’s a sign of trust.

— Speaking of fighting, he prefers protecting you than to you fighting with him or beside him. He knows it’s somewhat wrong, because you’re not a member of Bofurin for nothing, but he has enough confidence in himself to protect you.

— It also makes him feel better about being a boyfriend, he doesn’t want to let you down in any way, shape, or form.

— You paid for his hair treatment once for his birthday and he actually almost cried.

— He is saved in your phone as “Kyo 🩷”, yes, he did lash out but it was very much adorable.

— Bought the both of you those matching Pandora puzzle necklaces. He flicks it at people in fights to assert dominance. He fiddles with it a lot with soft expressions. He loves you a lot, okay?

— On that note, sometimes the both of you absentmindedly flick your pendants at the same time as a way to say “yes, they’re mine, and yes, we will both beat your ass” on some telepathy thing.

— You took him out shopping till you dropped for his birthday and he almost cried in the middle of the restaurant.

— Lets you style his hair all the time. Half up-half downs, full ponytails, braid backs, and very rarely, he’ll let you curl his ends.

— He’s besties with the other first years because you pushed him to get some social interaction in. However, he’s an introvert and antisocial at heart so you know his social battery can only take so much.

— Matching hoodies. That’s all.

— His wallpaper is you in one of his graphic hoodies. He was super-duper happy about it. He really is a softie at heart.

— Doesn’t like traditional stuff all that much so instead of a regular date at a restaurant for Valentine’s, he did a rooftop date.

— “Why do I have to be like everyone else? I’m gonna be different.” - What he told Tsubakino.

— Is a sucker for bear hugs. Please bear hug him, he will melt like chocolate.

— Loves getting his hair brushed. Please do it for him. He’ll melt even more.

— He’s a biter. He bites to show love. He’s a chewer. Let him chew.

— Obsessed with self-care so he’ll make days for the both of you to do it together. Sometimes it’ll even be a date, especially when both of your individual products and the products you share are almost finished.

© solaarbeeam 2024.

[angelsrcute]

Oooo I saw your Dr ratio with sub yandere reader,, and I ABSOKUTEKY LOVE IT

If its cool, can I request one similar with (obessive? Maybe yandere?) Jing Yuan and insecure sub yandere reader that were childhood friends (im talking pre-cloudknight days)?

Centuries worth of pining peak when Jing yuan discovers all the letters reader gives him has love confessions hidden in black-light dating back forever ago?Or Jing yuan discovers readers altar dedicated to him by accident? Either way, reader isn't leaving Jing Yuans grasp (or his bed) anytime soon. (Maybe ending with Overstim?)

Cheers,

✒️ nonnie

LAY ALL YOUR LOVE ON ME. ౨ৎ

(´∀｀*)ε｀　) ౨ৎ N–sfw content !! ; Dom!Jing Yuan + Sub!Insecure!Reader ➜ cws: size kink, overstimulation, light yandere themes, praising, gentle sex. ᡴꪫ‎

You had always admired him, maybe it got a little too much but who cares? He was so kind to you too, always caring for you and showering you with gifts.

He would sometimes teach you how to use a sword, God, how much you cherished the moments when he would touch your hands to fix your stance.

But you were always too afraid to confess to him. What if he rejected you? What if you're not good enough for him? What if he gets bored of you? What if he thinks you're ugly? What if–

The amount of love letters you wrote to him, which ended up in your drawers, hidden from sight.

The amount of times you sneakily clicked pictures of him, sleeping, training, eating, interacting with that bird– Oh how you wish it was you instead. Feeling how soft his lips are, you swear you're gonna go crazy one day. You were making your way back to your room but you saw that the door was slightly open.

Curse your luck, why the hell was Jing yuan in your room?? Why's he reading all your letters–? Gosh, did he see the altar you had dedicated to him?? You feel your face flush, blushing. You still have the choice of jumping off a cliff–

He looks at you, with a smug face as he starts walking towards you. A pull, and now he's on top of you, caging you in his arms on the bed.

“My, Y/N.., do you like me that much, hm? I'd say I'm surprised.” He chuckles.

He's so much bigger than you, your hands pinned on top of you by his single hand. Clothes on the floor, Jing yuan kisses every part of your body, worshipping you like you're some aeon! Such a tease.

“Hm? Why am I worshipping you? My dear, for me you are a God, very divine.”

He gently nibbles at your earlobe to soothe you from the pain, whispering sweet praises to you, his big dick reaching all your good spots, your gummy walls clenching on his dick.

“You're doing so well for me, it's gonna feel good very soon, so be a good girl.”

Your nails scratching his back as you swear you can feel his dick hitting your womb, you don't remember what round you're at, all you can focus is on the pleasure, your clit all puffy as he rubs slow circles on your clit, his pace all nice and gentle.

Your stomach feels so full, his hands pressing lightly on the bulge, earning a whimper from you. His kisses away your tears, cumming again for the nth time as he pulls out.

After cleaning up, he cuddles you in his arms and falls asleep. Even makes you breakfast tomorrow and brings it to your bed. (Of course he has to, you can't even walk, thanks to a certain someone!!)

[n3ptoonz]

Hello! Are applications open? If they are, can I ask the trio to linkuei when his wife takes off her wedding ring and leaves it on some furniture? They think the reader wants to leave them but in reality the reader took it off to clean it or something.

hi nonnie! they most certainly are 😌 as long as the as the button is on my profile, asks are open ;D!

how the lin kuei trio reacts to their wife taking her ring off

no warnings, bi han is one paranoid mfer, she/her and "you" used, x reader, different scenarios

Sub-Zero

...spots his wife's ring by the front door of the temple as he came back from teaching his trainees. His mind is running wild of every worst possible scenario that could explain why you have done such a thing. "Did I do something wrong?" "Does she hate me? She hates me." "Surely this has to be a mistake." and as soon as you walk into the corridor he cuts you off before you could even speak, "Why did you take off your ring-" he blurts out, as his eyes dart to the towel wiping your wet hands. You don't think you've ever seen embarrassment written on his face so clearly before, but you just gave him a kiss on the cheek and put the ring back on with a smile

Smoke

...is surprisingly not losing his mind, but he's still worried. He was wondering why it was put on the dresser while you weren't in there, so he roamed the house like a wounded puppy until he found you in the kitchen with your back turned towards the door. "Hey...is there any reason you left your ring on the dresser?" he asked, lowkey prepared for you to be angry at him for something, but then you turned with your left hand in a bowl of meat trying to marinate it with all the sauces and spices you threw in there. "Hm? Oh yeah I didn't wanna get it dirty." you replied, and he just stood there holding it and felt a little silly. He tried to play it off like he wasn't about to burst into tears at a moments notice

Scorpion

...is likely the most reasonable out of all of them, but that didn't stop the thoughts from crossing his mind. When he saw your ring sitting idly on your nightstand, he immediately tried to rationalize any kind of reason that would be. His heart rate increased rapidly as he looked around your shared home for you. His thoughts went from "She would've told you if something was wrong." to "Something is definitely wrong." Once he got the idea to speed walk to the dojo, he was able to see you doing all types of move sets that focused on your hands. Now it all made sense. With his big sigh of relief to himself, he decided to join/help you train

[majinbangus]

Heyo

It's "new to the fandom" nonnie again.

Do you perhaps have any thoughts about our favourite Scottish man being a sweetheart during his darling's period? And would you like to share them with the class?

(I just love your thoughts and ideas about Soap so much, and I would adore some fluffy thoughts about him from you 🥺💜)

If not then I understand, love you anyway ^^

nonnie youre back (＾Ｕ＾)ノ~ＹＯ i saw this one vid (can't find it anymore) of this girl saying she started her period to her bf while they were driving somewhere, and he got so excited bc he was prepared and pulled out a pad for her hidden in the car. anyway that's sweetheart soap and what im writing this on

"John. Johnny."

"Hm? Yes, doll?" Soap doesn't take his eyes off the road.

"Can we stop at a store?"

"Store?" He furrows his eyebrows and takes a quick glance at you. "Bon, we won't pass a store for 'nother hour."

You suck in an embarrassed breath, shifting uncomfortably in the passenger seat, feeling yourself get suspiciously wet. You weren't supposed to be due yet, just your luck. You know Soap wouldn't react badly- he's always sweet with you when your cycle starts- but you still feel like you inconvenienced the drive. You let out a sharp breath. "I think I started my period."

"Really?" He suddenly perks up. Why did he perk up?

"Yes?" You begin to feel an unnecessary amount of irritation. Fuck periods and stupid hormones. "Why do you sound happy about that?"

Instead of answering, he takes one hand off the wheel and starts rummaging around the center console.

"John. What are you doing?"

He ignores the question and continues to dig for whatever he's looking for. "I've always wanted this to happen!"

"You've been wanting me to start my period when I can't do anything about it?" You deadpan. This man...

"No, I've been waiting for the chance to show you this!" Soap grins proudly when he finally pulls his hand out, holding a few different period products. A pad, a tampon, a cup. Huh. Guess special forces soldiers truly are prepared for anything. "I got these when we first started datin'. Wanted to give you an emergency stash just in case."

The irritation immediately melts away. You grab the products from his hand, cradling them in your lap as if they were something sacred. No one has ever been so thoughtful before. You could probably cry.

"Johnny..."

"Och, none of that." He chuckles softly, using his free hand to grab onto one of yours and pull it to his mouth. Soap presses a tender kiss to your knuckles that leaves a searing tingle, and your heart fluttering. "Anything for my girl."

[poetlus]

THE NO. 5 HERO — tamaki amajiki x fem!reader who idolizes mirko

A/N: IM SORRY TO KEEP THE NONNY WHO REQUESTED THIS WAITING !! i’ve been watching bnha to get more of a feel for her character, that way i can apply it to reader, and i have to say she’s so valid for that. mirko is great. not proofread <3

it was no secret that you loved mirko even before you and tamaki started dating

you were very loud and proud about liking her, unlike midoriya, who was always embarrassed by his all might paraphernalia

however, like midoriya, you designed your hero costume with her in mind.

you always talked about her!! mainly how great of a hero she was

she also looked GREAT when fighting

your personal favorite part about her, though, was her drive. her confidence

her personality was what inspired you. you were a lot like her. she was powerful, how she always stood tall and held her head high

after the fight against guraki, you couldn’t be any more impressed and inspired by her. that showed how truly amazing she was, and made you love her all the more.

mirko’s confidence influenced you to ask tamaki out, too.

you thought, “if mirko’s brave enough to fight against evil, why can’t i ask the cutest boy in my class out??”

and so you did, by the end of your 2nd year, you has a boyfriend.

tamaki, to say the least, was shocked. he couldn’t believe this confident, amazing girl asked him out. he truly and honestly asked you why you liked him.

“are you kidding?! look at you!” you said with astonishment. “first off, you’re a wonderful friend, classmate, and hero. you’re just the sweetest! not to mention you’re insanely cute.” you gushed to your new boyfriend, making him blush.

you always managed to unintentionally make him blush.

fast forward to your 3rd year, you and tamaki have been dating for about a year, and it was finally time for work studies.

“who’re you gonna do your work study with, hm tamaki??” you asked him. he smiled at your genuine curiosity and answered.

“i’m not sure yet… do i even have to ask who you’re doing yours with?”

“no, i’m sure you know, but it’d be nice if you humored me!!” amajiki giggled quietly and then asked you, watching as your face lit up when you talked about the no.5 hero.

“mirko!!! duh!!!! she’s so awesome, can you believe this is my first time actually genuinely meeting her?! i’ve seen her in person before but i’ve never had a conversation with her— oh my gosh, what if she wants me to become her sidekick?! wouldn’t that be awesome?!? i hope she likes me—“

it had clearly been a while since you talked about her.

[shawtuzi]

absolutely insanely obsessed with your nerd!eren hcs <33 what are your thoughts on nerd!eren going down on y/n for the first time?

great question nonnie let’s get into it

what’s that one j cole lyric??? oh yeah i remember ‘haven’t been in pussy since the day i came out one’ now THAT describes nerd!eren perfectly when you first started dating him. sure he’d seen his fair share of pussy when he watched porn but other than that he’d never been lucky enough to be graced with the beautiful sight of a real life woman’s pussy. until now.

“you wanna take ‘em off for me?” you asked referring to your pink cotton panties that had the tiniest wet spot in the center. eren looked up at you through his lashes, his breathing ragged. with shaking hands he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties before slowly pulling them down, he let out the tiniest groan when he saw a thin string of your wetness cling the soft fabric of your panties.

“jesus christ,” eren let out a breathless moan when he finally saw your pussy in all its glory. you brought your hand down and spread your glistening folds giving eren a mouthwatering view of your lil clit that was just begging for some attention. “this right here?” you said slowly circling your clit with your ring and middle finger, “this is what you wanna pay attention to, go ahead and try touching it with your hand first.”

eren gently pressed his thumb against your clit and he swears he could feel a lil heart beat with each second that passed. “mhm now go in slow circles,” your eyes fluttered shut when he did exactly as you instructed. if eren had to choose his drug of choice ever? it would be your facial expressions from him pleasuring you. after a few moments he got greedy and begin to circle his thumb a little too fast and started rubbing his thumb against the right side of your pillowy soft folds. you sat up on your elbows and the sight before you was absolutely adorable. eren looked so concentrated with his glasses fogged up and brows furrowed it was too cute.

“eren, baby, slow down slow down,” you giggled grasping his shaking hand in yours. eren eyes locked with yours, the tiniest pout on his kiss swollen lips. “m’sorry i got a little too excited,” he breathlessly chuckled pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh. “it’s okay baby, why don’t you try using your mouth this time hm? if you flick your tongue sideways that’s the quickest way to make me cum,” eren brought his face closer to your dripping center, taking a deep inhale. “m’not trying to be weird…you just smell so good,” he hummed pressing a kiss to your aching clit.

eren gave your pussy an experimental lick, the salty sweet taste of you immediately burning into his brain. fuck. at first he was very sloppy, going between swiping his tongue up and down your soaked slit to sucking your folds into his mouth that he swears were as soft as rose petals. your slick was smearing onto his glasses but he just couldn’t find it in himself to care, not when he was between the thighs of the most gorgeous woman he’d ever laid eyes on.

suddenly his lips wrapped around your clit and he was sucking so fast and so hard you nearly screamed. “f-fuck ren,” you sniffled gripping onto his chocolate locs. eren traced tight little circles around your sensitive bud, relishing in the sweet moans that escaped your plush lips. “am i—hmph doing okay?” eren asked lifting his head just the tiniest bit. the entire lower half his face was coated in your wetness and you had half a mind to yank him up and lick it off him. “you’re doing so good hun, can you use your fingers too? m’so close i can feel it,” oh how eren wanted to kiss that adorable pout on your lips.

eren glanced at your cunt and groaned when he saw your lil hole clench around absolutely nothing. “okay…okay yeah i’ll use my fingers jus’ tell me if it hurts or m’doin it wrong,” his sentence slowly trailed off as he brought his mouth back to your pussy. he brought his middle finger to your entrance and slowly began to push his finger in. “shit that’s tight,” he whimpered, i repeat WHIMPERED!!!! at this time in your relationship you’d yet to have sex with eren yet so if you were squeezing only his finger this tight he couldn’t even imagine how heavenly you’d feel wrapped around his dick.

“put another one in renny c’mon,” you whined bucking your hips up. eren did as he was told and added his ring finger (he’d read online those two fingers were guaranteed to make a girl cum if used correctly and by god was the internet so right). while his fingers pumped into you at a relentless pace he began to flick his tongue back and forth on your neglected clit. “c-curl your fingers r-ren your fingers!” you squealed gripping onto your bed sheets for dear life. eren hummed and curled his fingers just the slightest bit and that’s what finally broke the dam. your thighs immediately clenched shut as you began to practically hump eren’s face, his teeth scraping against your clit in the most delicious way possible.

“god your pussy is so fucking loud, does that mean you’re gonna cum?” eren grunted relishing in the lewd squelches that came from your sopping pussy. you let out loud chants of ‘yes yes yes!’ before coming undone, nearly suffocating eren between your thick thighs. eren’s glasses were completely fogged up and for once you actually preferred to have them off, so you gently took them off and set them aside so you were able to clearly look into eren’s needy orbs. you were the one who just came but he looked completely and utterly fucked out boy was it a sight to see.

eren slowly removed his fingers, licking his lips when he saw how the milky white substance of your cum coated his digits. he brought his fingers to his mouth and greedily sucked your cum off them. “good?” you breathlessly giggled, running your your fingers through his hair. eren let out a quiet ‘mhm’ as he pressed sloppy kisses all over your thighs. “can i keep going? please?” he sounded borderline desperate and you were loving it.

it’s safe to say it was a constant struggle to get eren to keep his hands to himself once he had a taste of you. while you two would be studying in the library his fingers would not so subtly make their way up your skirt and into your panties, rubbing your swollen clit with vigor. sometimes he’d usher you into the nearest bathroom and toss your legs over his shoulders so he could get a little taste, tongue fucking your tight lil pussy until your were creaming all over his tongue.

ahh man i love me some pussydrunk eren.

[torutorubozu]

ohmygod sub kashimo truther..

i know damn well that man is the BIGGEST brat. he would swear at you and ask for more with a bored look.

well thats until you fuck his brains out until hes nothing but a babbling crying mess <3 i bet hed like it when you pull his hair as well..

[alsoalso! may i be 🦷 anon ?]

OHMYGOF MY FIRST FUCKING THIRST IS A KASHIMO ONE..??? YES PLZ. aaand yes u may be 🦷 nonnie :3

𝟐𝟓.𝟎𝟗.𝟐𝟑 — 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜

cw/tw :: mean reader, heavy (?) degradation, reader calls kashimo a slut a lot, hair pulling

“c’mon, you can do better than that.” he groaned, looking up at you with a bored look. “don’t have to be so gentle with me all the fuckin’ time.”

you’ve been fucking him in a slow pace for a good while—and he’s been awfully bored. you grabbed a handful of his hair, yanking it so he faced you, “you want more, hm?” he looked at you back, “yeah—” he huffed, “—give me more, i’m getting bored here.”

you didn’t hesitate at all, gripping kashimo by the waist and slamming into him. his back arched, head thrown back and letting go of the white sheets he was holding onto. it was sudden—maybe too sudden. did you care, though? no. not at all. he wanted this, didn’t he?

you kept going, still in that fast pace. it didn’t take that long for him to be a blabbering mess under you. “ngh—nnh.. slo-slow down…” he managed to mutter between his moans. you yanked him by the hair once more, “aww… didn’t you ask me to fuck you harder just now? you’re already telling me to stop?”

he whimpered, unable to say anything. all he was able to do was moan like a slut under you. “you look fucking pathetic right now, you know that right?” you mocked, grabbing him by the face, just to really see how fucked out he looked—teary eyes with his mouth hanging, god he looked so, so cute. “what a slut you are, kashimo.”

he sobbed, “no-nh… m’not a slut… i’m n—” he got cut off by a sudden thrust, hitting his prostate and making him let out a loud, high pitched moan. “you’re not a slut? really? then why’s your body reacting like this, huh?”

you were right, the way he moaned, the way his back arched, the way he threw his head back with his tongue lolled out—everything. it made him look like a common slut.

you continued on and on with that fast, animalistic pace of yours, hitting his prostate with each thrust. still slamming into him as he moaned until his throat went dry.

“i’m gonna—” he wasn’t even able to finish his sentence, he just threw his head back as he orgasmed. he came all over his stomach, making a complete mess. but he was way too fucked out to even comprehend what was even happening.

his messy cyan hair was all over his face, he couldn’t even think anymore. all he could do was moan out your name as you slammed into him over and over and over again.

you slowed down your pace, wiping his tears away, “such a pretty slut you are, kashimo. look at you.” he just nodded without a word, still letting out soft moans.

[emchante]

sooo I’m not sure whether divorced dad!daniel and reader are living together but I’m assuming maybe they’re not there yet. and like she’s obviously often at his place, but when he has the kids sometimes she goes back to her place to let them have some family time together (although Daniel has told her many times that she’s more than welcome). And for some reason she’s at her place tonight while Daniel has got the kids back from their mother and the kids are soooooo disappointed that she’s not here ????

And Dan has got to convince her to come (not really hard to) and it’s just fluff and cuddles ???

I just feel like it would break his heart and warm it up at the same time to see his kids sad but because reader’s not here 🥺

-🐱

🐱 nonnie you really know how to make me emotional and sappy for our favourite dilf :((

definitely takes them a while before she moves in/stays often with them, but it’s not too bad considering they’re neighbours!

anyways, fluffy drabble below about this<3

so this definitely happens, and probably a few times too!! the kids usually ask about you on the way home; if daniel has seen you, if you had been busy, if you’d be able to see them soon. usually they ask if you’re there, but they’re kids! they have lots going on in their little noggins, so sometimes it slips to ask.

so when they arrive at home, and you aren’t there in the living room when they burst in? they’re sad, they’re deflated, they’re disappointed :( daniel doesn’t realise at first, only noticing when he’s in front of them that their posture is slumped, and the sad looks on their faces.

“hey, what’s up? is everything alright?” he asks, kneeling down in front of them to pull them in for a family hug. his son just rests his head against daniel’s shoulder, and his daughter speaks up for them.

she asks where you are and oh, of course they’re sad about you. they haven’t seen you in a few days now, and are so used to having you around often. it’s disappointing that you aren’t here.

“oh honey,” he mumbles, placing a soft kiss on her cheek. “i think she might be very tired, she had a long day herself. why don’t we invite her over tomorrow, hm?” daniel tries to bargain, and he’s met with sad frowns.

and that’s how you end up on the phone with daniel. at 10pm.

“danny, i’m in bed already,” you giggle tiredly, rubbing your eyes to keep yourself awake. you hear a soft coo down the phone, and you smile at the sound.

“sorry sweetheart, i did tell them you’d be tired. they’re just desperate to see you. they’ve missed you.. more than me i think,” he trails off, rubbing his forehead as he realises they have asked more about you than him.

“they’re the sweetest ever,” you reply, smiling at the thought of them asking about you. you ponder for a moment. daniel is your neighbour, irs not as if he’s far. plus, do you really want to be alone on a cold winter night?

“i know, i know. it’s alright, i’ll tell them—” “i’ll be over in five,” you tell him, hanging up before daniel can even respond. his eyes are widened as he scratches his hair, wondering what caused the sudden switch up.

it isn’t long until the doorbell rings, and his kids perk up from the sofa. they peek out the living room window and— oh, it’s you!!

they run to the front door, putting daniel’s set of keys in the lock before turning it and flinging the door open. they squeal your name as they give you a massive hug, holding onto one leg each.

“hey you two!” you giggle, a hand on each of their heads as you ruffle their hair softly, enjoying the affection. you look up to see daniel, black and white pyjama set on as the top few buttons of his shirt were undone.

you bit your lip and gave him a wink, causing a smirk to appear on his face. this would have to be continued another time though, as you weren’t here for that tonight.

when you get inside, you’re almost immediately dragged to daniel’s bedroom by the kids, and you allow yourself to be taken. they jump onto the bed, motioning you and daniel to join them as they give you the cutest puppy dog eyes possible. definitely learned that from their father, you think.

that’s how you end up cuddled together on daniel’s king sized bed. you’re at daniel’s side, head resting on his shoulder as you have the two kids partially on top of you. his daughter sleeps on your thigh as his son does the same with daniel. you stroke her growing hair gently, hoping it helps her fall asleep faster.

and it does! the snores that escape her only moments later cause you and daniel to giggle softly, his son joining the sleepy session not long after.

“thank you for coming over, that really made their night,” daniel whispers, leaning down to place a soft kiss onto your lips. you smile into it, before leaning back to place a kiss on his nose.

“thank you for inviting me. you know i adore them,” you tell him, your eyes falling to the two kids asleep atop of you both. your heart swells at the sight of the domestic, family-like moment. you feel yourself get a little emotional, considering your circumstances— you never thought you’d be at a point in your life where you could say that; family-like moment.

daniel senses the overwhelming emotion, leaning down and nuzzling his nose into your neck, as he placed a bunch of kisses over it. “you’re the best thing that happened to them— us.”

and that makes you smile, because they’re the best thing to happen to you too.

[sanguineterrain]

Hi, I love your fics. Feel free to say no to this request but I was wondering if maybe you could write something about asexual Jason Todd? I've always felt like he'd be aspec and identified with him because of that. You write intimacy and love without sex so well, and it'd be wonderful to see it with ace Jason. Maybe one where he tells the reader and he's really scared but they accept him? But if you don't want to, completely fine. Thank you for sharing your writing. 🧡

Hey there nonnie. This one is very personal to me; I'm also ace and have often had the thought that Jason is aspec too. I think sometimes I write him that way without realizing it. I hope you and others enjoy this one! 💓

asexual!jason todd x gn!reader. tw sexuality discussion, some internalized acephobia, love confession. please be kind in the comments.

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Rain patters on the kitchen window. You'd come over with the excuse of the two egg and cheese sandwiches from the bodega Jason likes so much.

"I think I could eat egg and cheese sandwiches for every meal," he says, mustard on his nose.

You want to say something stupid. Something about bringing him egg and cheese sandwiches in the rain forever. Something about a grave and hunger and what it means to be fed, to feed.

"From anywhere or specifically from the bodega?" you ask.

"Bodega, obviously. Alfred's, too. And yours. Food made with love." He shakes the foil. "I can taste the love."

"Jason?"

"Hm?"

"I..." You touch your nose. "Mustard."

He wipes it off. The thin takeout napkin is tiny in his hand.

"Don't even know how it got up there," he mumbles.

Oh, God. You're about to say something stupid.

"I love you," you blurt. "I—I'm falling in love with you, Jason."

Silence. Jason freezes mid-bite.

"Fuck," he whispers.

You watch as he springs from the couch and starts to pace. He chews on a cuticle, eyes wild. The sandwich is abandoned on the coffee table. You frown.

"Jason. Jay. Hey. Jaybird."

Nothing. You catch his free hand and rub his knuckles. Jason's eyes dart to you. He stops.

"I didn't say that to scare you," you say, even though it hurts, the idea that your love scares him. "It's okay if you don't feel the same."

"I do," Jason says miserably. "Fuck, I do. I love you so much. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

You squeeze his hand, suddenly, incandescently happy.

"You do?" you ask.

"But I—" He shakes his head. "I can't love you the way you want me to."

"Jay, whatever you think coming back did, I promise that—"

"No." Jason swallows hard and shuts his eyes. "God, that's the thing. 'S not from the Pit. I thought—y'know, I waited for everything to slide into place. The Lazarus Pit is s'posed to resurrect a person. Build them anew. But I felt the same."

"Felt the same?"

Jason looks at you then, and you know that expression. It's a plea. Don't use this information to hurt me.

You tug him back to the couch, coax him into sitting. He very carefully doesn't let any part of him touch you.

"I didn't, uh, have a name for it when I was younger. I didn't, like, think about sex or anything like that very much before B took me in 'cause I was in survival mode, y'know?"

"That makes sense, Jay," you offer gently.

"Right. Well, but it just... stayed that way. And before you ask, yeah, I've tried. I've tried to force the feelings." He takes a shaky breath. "I remember Dick telling me about how he'd started dating Kori—I mean, Kori, she's beautiful, y'know? And I was like, what's wrong with me that I can't feel that? I knew that she was beautiful, logically, but I didn't... feel it. I picked it apart for months, trying to figure out why I couldn't be like him or B or Selina."

"Oh, Jay..."

"No, I know. I tried. I crushed on a few people, but I never acted on it 'cause I knew there was something... different. Something to hide. And then I thought the Pit would give that to me, that feeling I've never had, and it didn't. And I guess I should be happy that it's not something that needs to be fixed or restored or whatever, but all I feel is shame. I feel sick when someone looks at me like I'm a piece of meat. I attract more attention with how I look now, and it's worse than before, having no control over how people desire me."

You frown. "Jason, if I've ever made you feel that way, I hope you'd tell me. I'm sorry if I have."

"No, you—you're perfect. God, you make me feel so safe. Cared for in a way I haven't known in a long time. And that's why this is so shit. 'Cause this won't work. You want something I can't give you."

"Who says I don't want what you can give me?"

Jason laughs. It comes out choked. "Oh, no, no. You don't know what you're saying. Maybe it'll take six months or a year or two years but you'll get fed up with not having sex. I'm not worth celibacy. I know I'm not."

"Jason." You lightly touch his cheek. He looks at you, eyes wet. "Oh, Jay. Why do you think that? Why do you think you're only good for your body?"

"Hah. I've only been good for my body for years now. 'S nothing new, and it doesn't matter whether I'm a boyfriend or a soldier."

"Jason. It does matter. It does. You're not a body to me, you're a person. A brain. A heart. A good soul."

He blinks fast. "Don't... y'don't have to say that stuff. Let me down easy. It's okay if you leave. I don't have what you want."

"But you do. There's no reason you don't. Sex? I can do without."

He scoffs. "That easy, huh?"

"With you? Yes," you say. "Easiest choice I've ever made, actually. Like deciding to bring you a breakfast sandwich. I woke up and I did that. Because I love you."

His fingers creep to yours. You hold them as soon as he's within reach.

"I'm not gonna change," he says.

Jason thinks it's a warning. You see it for what it is: hope.

"That's alright," you say, squeezing his hand. "I'm not trying to change you."

[nmakii]

Yan Alastor when he sees his kids arrive in hell? The family is soon to be back together again!!? I need some angst! The family drama is crazy, and im all for it.

Also i hope you’re doing okay! Sending you some supportive vibes!! Remember to take care of yourself and take breaks!

Ps: Al would totally forgive his daughter of his death and compliment her daughters aim.

STUCK WITH U?

[you should prob read the story first!]

— reunited with your children years after your death, something strange happened.

hello, nonnie!! im doing well as long as u guys r enjoying this story 🥰💕

beloved mother, wife, and daughter

resting beside her love, may her soul find his in the afterlife

if you tried to be optimistic, hell wasn’t so bad. you never had to worry much for the exterminations. nor, did you have to worry about being harassed on the streets of hell by various sinners. after all, alastor was there to protect you.

but despite that, it didn’t mean he wouldn’t tear you down to make you compliant.

you sat in a corner of alastor’s broadcast tower as he brutally tore apart another overlord. and as he went off the air, he turned to you. “are you enjoying yourself, my doe?” he asked. “i don’t understand why i have to be here…” you said, mentally hurling from his new pet name. “you’re so delicate, my love. one trip and you could break! i have to be there to make sure you’re well at all times.” he cooed to you. “stop patronizing me, alastor. i won’t let you take away my dignity.” you glared at him. “darling, i may not own your soul. but, you are still my wife. you are mine, understand?” he explained, walking to you.

you didn’t respond to him, refusing to let him degrade your self worth. to this, he grew angry— grabbing you by your jaw and scalp, his claws scratching against your porcelain skin, lovingly yet still rough, as if he thought it was for your own good. “i said, do you understand?”

his face came close to your’s as he kept a tight grip on your hair, waiting for your answer. your fight or flight response was sending signals and going haywire as you tried to pull away from his touch. “yes— gh, let go of me, alastor. please…” you begged as he finally let go. “good girl.”

and just then, an awfully convenient knock came from the door. a man with lamb-like features peered through the door. “and, who might you be?” alastor raised an eyebrow to the man. “so it’s true… d-dad..! it’s me!” the familiar voice said. could it be?

“noah— is that you..?” you asked. you hoped it wasn’t him, that he didn’t end up in hell. but at the same time, you wished to see your son one more time so badly. “momma, it’s me!” he smiled, hugging you and alastor tightly. “ah, my boy…” alastor sighed. “you’re so much older than your old man now, huh?” he remarked. but then, it hit you, he was dead.

“wh— dear, what happened, how did you die?” you asked. “killed in action, ma. guess i should’ve just retired already…” he joked. “oh, my son…” alastor grinned.

and things were normal— at least, as normal as they could be with your deranged husband. things stayed as they were for 13 years.

when rumor spread of a mysterious man-eating sinner— she uses them to build her power, and then she drops them like dirt trash. she’s amassed so much power, she’s certainly a threat to alastor’s power. if he couldn’t get rid of her, perhaps he could keep her under his thumb.

“well, how do you do, sweetheart? alastor, pleasure to meet you, quite the pleasure! this over here is my darling wife!” alastor introduced both him and yourself to the older woman with features that resembled a coyote. “alastor..? is that you, dad?” the honey-like voice asked.

alastor’s eyes had widened as he realized the woman in front of him. “little emi, is that you?” emilia reached out to hug the both of you. she aged beautifully, still as charming as she was the day you died.

“oh, my pretty girl, you’ve made quite the name for yourself down here in hell, hm?” alastor grinned at his daughter. “i learned from the best!” she laughed back.

and as they conversed, you felt like an odd man out. as if alastor was talking to his own clone. given, she is her father’s daughter after all.

“darling! our little emi is here, our little family is reunited at last.” alastor grinned to you. “this calls for a celebration, don’t you think? why don’t we have a special dinner tonight?” he suggested. by his tone, the only thing you could think of would be that he wants to have another sinner served on the dinner table. “i-i don’t know…” you shook your head in disagreement. “now don’t be such a negative nancy!” he laughed. “i’ll cook a feast tonight!” he declared, taking emilia to your home in hell.

and, just as you suspected, he served the flesh of a fellow overlord, fillet mignon style. “come now, dear, eat!” alastor said, encouraging you to take a bite. “no thank you… i’m not hungry.” you frowned, shaking your head. alastor looked frustrated as you denied him. “eat.” he said, shoving the meat into your mouth.

you felt sick. but, as he shoved it down your throat, you had no choice but to swallow. “delicious, isn’t it?” he asked. your stomach churned, the guilt settling in your gut. it tasted disgusting. but, as much as you wanted to protest, you were scared of what he’d do if you disagreed. “yes… it is— delicious.” he grinned. “lovely.”

and so, your family dynamic had returned to as it had 47 years ago. back to normal… that is, until that odd day.

you woke up in your bed, as per usual. and, there was a note where alastor should be. not that you weren’t grateful he wasn’t there though.

‘leaving for a sabbatical, you know overlord work! i’ll be home very soon, my doe. kisses and love.

~ A’

sabbatical, huh? he’ll be gone for quite a while, a year at most? and, without alastor, you’re free. it felt as if breathing fresh air for the first time. even if just for a year or so, you won’t have to be on his leash anymore. all would be well now, right?

right..?

but with your freedom, alastor’s protection was gone. sinners started to harass you. and without the company of emilia, you could do nothing but withstand it.

this is all apart of being free. might as well enjoy it until alastor returned, right? make the most of the year.

or, seven years.

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- 004:: yandere idol - pt 2 -

ʚ ♡ ɞ summary: you decide to go to another idol concert instead of his concert

ʚ ⚠︎ ɞ warnings: yandere, obessessive behavior, stalking, kidnapping lowercase intended! do tell me if there is missing any other things that i should mention in warnings! i do not condone the action of yanderes irl

ʚïɞ pairing[s]: yandere romantic idol x gn reader pt 1 here

ʚ ✉ ɞ wc: 0.2k

ʚ ˙ᵕ˙ ɞ request: ✔

ʚ ✦ ɞ intro | byf | masterlist

ʚ ☁︎ ɞ mei's note: my second request :] i really loves the concept but i dont really write it good enough :'( i hope you enjoy it nonnie! likes n reblogs are very much appreciated!

ʚɞ yan idol who does his best when training his dancing + singing after hearing form his manager he would do a concert in your country! you really has affected him so much

ʚɞ yan idol who know last minute from his ppl that you will go to another idol's concert instead of him! him!

ʚɞ yan idol who angry at his ppl for informing about this last minute! the concert of whoever that idol are tomorrow, same like him. why did you choose that rookie idol over him? he's 10 times better than that rookie! what does that newbie have he doesnt?? he literally much more charming and much more talented than that rookie!

ʚɞ yan idol who actually doesnt really care if you want to go to another idol's concert. but if there's his concert and another idol's concert at the same day? you should go to his concert! he is your top priority! it's not like the world will end if you dont go to that rookie's concert, right?

ʚɞ yan idol who decide to just take you away. translated version : kidnap you

ʚɞ yan idol who put you in one of his penthouse at your country. he bought this penthouse for you! you should appreciate his affection, you know?

ʚɞ yan idol who heart broken into pieces when you scared of him. why are you so scared of your own favorite idol? don't you love him?

ʚɞ yan idol who bring you to his real home when he's back at his original country

ʚɞ yan idol who tries his best to make you fall in love with him again. you should feel lucky, he chose you over millions of his fans

ʚɞ "oh my cutie [nickname], I bought you your favorite dessert! hm? how do i know your favorite dessert? well, i have my way, cutie. now, open your mouth, say aaah~" - your lovely idol♡

@meiwritesyan all right reserved. do not copy,repost or claiming my work as your own!

[honey-on-your-tongue]

Soooo I know you don’t write aged up Netayam but what about maybe Neteyam’s (18+) girlfriend that he just broke up with and Jake can finally make his move on her after longing for her? I love a “your dad will do” scenario ❤️

NONNIE OMFG YOU GOT ME PURRING

THE WAY I JUST LOVE THIS IDEA—

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Jake feels for his son. He truly, truly does. He knows that it can't be easy for Neteyam to handle the break up since he clearly liked you so much. But part of Jake is just too human. Too selfish, too greedy, too opportunistic to let the chance slip away.

He's had his eye on you for a while. Before Neteyam did. He's had a thing for you, a young, naive girl only in her early twenties. He just never brought himself to doing anything about it.

And then, when you and Neteyam had gotten together, Jake had been a little resented, a little upset, but he knew there was nothing left to do.

But now...

You and Neteyam had broken up. It was over. Jake was free to make a move on you.

He finds you deep in the forest, simply spending your time surrounded by the peaceful atmosphere of the nature around you.

When you hear him approach, you turn to look at him, eyes growing wide. You spring to your feet, tail swishing nervously as you greet, “Mr. Sully.” You sign I See you and ask, “How can I help you?”

Jake chuckles softly. “Relax, kid. I'm not here for anything. Just wanna talk.”

You sit down, nodding, looking anxious. He sits beside you, his amber eyes watching you closely.

“Is this about Neteyam?” you question quietly.

“If you want it to be,” he responds easily.

You nod gently. “I'm sorry if I've caused him pain, or-or anger or anything like that,” you start. “I just...I couldn't be with him anymore.”

“Okay.”

You swallow, your nerves getting the best of you. You can't believe you're about to do this, can't believe how bold you are.

You can't help it. You really can't. You'd liked Neteyam, truly, but as time wore on, you realized that Jake caught your attention more than his son did. Somewhere along your relationship, you ended up preferring Jake over Neteyam. And no matter how bad you tried to pretend that Neteyam was Jake, it just didn't cut it for you.

“Mr. Sully, I...I became attracted to someone else while I was with your son,” you admit, your ears folding back against your head. “That's why I couldn't be with him.”

After a moment of silence, Jake places his huge hand on your thigh, his fingers tracing the soft stripes on your flesh. Goosebumps form on your skin and you shudder gently. Jake smirks slightly.

“You know you can tell me anything, kid,” he says. “You can trust me. It's okay.”

You swallow down your nerves. “Mr. Sully, I—”

“Jake, kid,” he corrects. “You can just call me Jake.”

You can feel yourself blushing slightly. “Jake, I...” You take a deep breath to steady yourself. “I left Neteyam because I...I prefer you.”

Your eyes dart away from his, staring at your lap. Your heart is racing in your chest, your ears ringing. You feel a little nauseous and you're trembling slightly.

Jake raises an eyebrow, pleasantly surprised, and his tail swishes behind him, excited. “Me?” he asks, grinning cockily. You've just boosted his already-inflated ego, and you've gotten him in the mood to tease you.

You nod, shy. “I guess I just...felt more attracted to you than to your son, and I knew I couldn't be with him.”

He grabs your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye. “Neteyam wasn't enough for you, angel?”

You try to read the expression in his eyes, but it's impossible. You shake your head, biting your lower lip, uneasy.

He chuckles. “You just needed an older man, hm? Little miss daddy issues, yeah?”

You blush, feeling a little embarrassed and a little foolish, but say nothing.

Jake keeps pushing it. “You just want someone to take care of you, don't you, honey?” he coos, pulling you to him, encouraging you onto his lap. “Just want someone t'guide you and protect you, hm?”

You place your hands on his shoulders, your eyes wide, your heart racing. Jake's gaze is thick and predatory. It sends shivers through you and makes you shudder on top of him.

His cock twitches, springing to attention, and you gasp quietly when you feel it poke between your thighs.

Jake smiles. “Y'see what y'do to me, girl?” He inches his lips toward your neck, his mouth ghosting your skin as he says, “You feel how bad I want you?”

You nod gently. “I do,” you say quietly.

“You think you can fix it?” he questions. “Help me out, yeah?”

You swallow, nervous. “Okay.”

Jake kisses your neck, dragging his teeth over your pulse. “Did Neteyam ever teach you that?” he asks. “He teach you to help out with a hard-on?”

Your mouth runs dry, your pussy growing wet. “N-no, sir.”

Jake groans lowly. On top of the fact that he's stealing you from his son, he's going to corrupt you. Jesus, he's a horrible fucking influence. And yet, he can't keep himself away from you. He knows he should. He just can't.

Jake lifts you to your feet before standing in front of you. He towers over you, dwarfing you. He's enormous, broad chested, tall, and the sensation of him being so much larger has your tail swinging side to side, delighted.

“Get on your knees, sweetheart,” he says, and you're quick to obey. He grabs your chin in one of his hands, crudely running his thumb over your lower lip. He pulls it down before releasing it, his eyes trained on the soft flesh. He slides his thumb into your mouth, and you open up. He presses the digit down on your tongue and you just look up at him, eyes big and innocent, curious as they watch him.

He smiles down at you. “You gonna be a good girl for me?” he questions, pulling his thumb out of your mouth.

“Yes, sir,” you reply. You can feel a heat spreading between your legs, growing wet and slick.

He undoes his loincloth, his eyes never leaving yours. When he discards the item to the ground, your gaze falls to his cock. Your eyes almost glow at the sight. He's long and thick, a prominent vein running up his underside. The tip is a dark blue, precum glistening on the head.

“Can I...can I touch it?” you question, glancing up at him.

“Go ahead,” Jake says.

You run your fingers over his length, tracing the vein, and he groans softly. You wrap your hand around him, softly jerking him, watching his reaction.

Jake's ears fold back to his head, his eyes darkening with lust. He licks his lips as he watches you lean in, your pretty puppy eyes looking at him when you kiss the tip. He hisses lowly.

You lead the head of his cock over your lips, smearing his precum on your mouth before allowing him inside. Your tongue rubs against his underside, the wet cavern of your mouth making him twitch. You bob you head, trying to fit all of him down your throat.

You gag, making him groan. “'s it too big, love?”

“Mm-mm,” you hum, shaking your head softly. You take him deeper, the head of his cock meeting the back of your throat, and you gag again. But it doesn't stop you.

One of Jake's enormous hands grabs onto your head, fingers tangling in your hair. “Such a good girl, hm?”

Your eyes meet his, shining with delight from his praise, and he chuckles. He's got you wrapped around his finger, and you don't even know it.

You move your hand to his balls, swollen and heavy, and you caress them carefully.

Jake groans, “Fuck, angel. You're gonna make me jizz all over you before I even stick it inside you.”

You pull away, releasing him from your heavenly mouth. “Inside?” you echo, your eyes studying his.

He smiles gently. “C'mere.” He helps you to your feet, one of his hands sneaking under your loincloth and caressing your sopping folds.

Your eyes widen, ears folding back as a little gasp leaves you.

“If y'want, I'll put my cock in here,” he tells you, sliding a finger into your pussy, your gummy walls warm and tight around his digit.

You grab onto his arms, nails digging into the muscles under his skin. “Please,” you whine. “Sir, please. I-I want you to put it inside.”

Jake kisses the top of your head softly. He pulls his finger out of you and leads you to the ground, lying you down before him. He spreads your legs, your feet planted on the ground, and his eyes watch your pussy.

He spreads your folds apart with his fingers, eyes growing hungry at the sight of your soaked, needy cunt. He wants nothing more than to just fuck you, but he doesn't want to hurt you.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asks. “There's nothing wrong if you don't.”

“I need you,” you reply. “Need you inside. Please, sir.”

Jake shudders. He positions himself between your thighs, running the thick tip of his cock against your soft folds. ��Deep breath, kid,” he says softly.

You obey and he sinks into you, his cock meeting no resistance from your pussy as you stretch to fit him. You gasp, eyes fluttering shut, hips jolting.

When he's fully inside of you, Jake asks, “You okay, sweetheart?”

You nod, nails digging into the soft soil below.

“Say it,” he orders, voice stern.

“I'm okay, sir,” you reply, chest heaving up and down with your hurried breaths. You roll your hips up, searching for more friction, and Jake chuckles softly.

He thrusts into you gently, his eyes never leaving your face as he watches you for any signs of discomfort. Your eyes are shut tight, lips parted in a silent 'o' and you're sinking your nails into the dirt.

“'s that good, hon?” he questions, his enormous hands holding onto your thighs, fingers kneading into your flesh.

“Yes,” you whimper, chest heaving, pussy dripping. “'s so good, sir.”

He smirks down at you before training his eyes on your cunt. He watches as his thick cock forces you open, coated in your slick, his heavy balls pressing against your folds.

“Look at this pretty pussy,” he says, voice rough. “Look at how well you take me, girl.”

“Mhmm,” you manage, feeling something hot and dizzying building up in your womb.

“God, who else could fuck you like this, hm? Who else could turn you into this much of a slut?”

“N-no one,” you gasp. “Only you.”

“Goddamn right, only me,” he chuckles. “You're mine, you hear me? Mine to fuck, hm?”

You nod, eyes rolling into the back of your head. The pleasure is crawling through your veins, brushing over every single nerve, sending shudders through you.

He slaps your thigh. “Say it.”

“'m yours!” you reply, mewling. “All yours, sir.”

He smiles, raising one of your legs over his shoulder, allowing him to sink deeper into you, the head of his cock pressing against your cervix.

You whimper at the new angle, gasping as he touches a spongy spot within you that has your hips jerking.

“Sir!” you cry, body trembling with ecstasy. “Fuck! Oh, sir, please! 's too much!”

Jake chuckles quietly. “Relax, kid. You can take it,” he assures you. “You're doing great.”

You feel like you're going to burst, the coil within you growing taut, making you see stars. “I can't!” you cry. “I-I'm gonna—”

“I know you're gonna,” he laughs. “That's the idea, kid.”

“It feels like too much!” you mewl. “Sir, please, I-I can't 'nymore! Fuck!”

“Breathe,” Jake chuckles. “You're gonna be fine. You trust me, don't you?”

You nod. “I-I do, but—”

Jake bites your calf, making you whine. “No buts, kid. If you trust me, you're gonna let me do what I wanna do t'you, hm?”

You shudder, thighs quaking. “Okay,” you manage. “Okay, sir.”

“That's better,” Jake says, increasing his pace, sending sparks through your veins. His hips slam into yours, the sound echoing in the forest. You mewl and whine, back arching, ears folding back.

“Sir,” you whine, feeling that coil get ready to snap. “Sir! Fuck!”

And suddenly the pleasure explodes in your womb, your mind going blank, your body shaking as you cry out. You've never felt anything like this before, nothing this intense or overwhelming. You shudder, stars dancing behind your eyelids, your sharp canines digging into your lower lip as you try to quiet yourself. But the sound slither out of your mouth, making you whine and moan, pathetic.

“There ya go,” Jake tells you, feeling your slick gushing out of you and coating his cock, allowing him to slip in and out with more ease. “I told you you could do it, kid.”

For a moment, you're left feeling nothing. You're fucked dumb, fucked senseless. But after a while, Jake is still pounding into you, sending shivers of pleasure up your spine.

“Sir,” you gasp. “Sir, please, 's too much. I can't do it this time!”

“Yes, you can,” he promises, hissing softly as he feels his own orgasm growing near. “You're gonna come one more time for me, angel.”

“Oh, fuck! Sir, sir, please!” you whimper. “Jake! I can't!”

“Shh,” he coos, kissing your calf. “Trust me, honey. You'll be fine.”

You shut up, trusting him and feeling like you're going to die. You can't see straight anymore, your eyes are rolling into the back of your head and you're hazy with lust and bliss. You mewl, surprised to feel the pleasure building up within you again, completely out of your control.

Your pussy is raw and throbbing, the pleasure shaking you from head to toe. You're going to die. You feel like you are. You're sure you're going to die. But you trust him, allowing him to send another orgasm crashing down on you.

You whimper, trembling, chest so tight you can barely breathe. You don't notice it, but you squirt all over Jake, soaking his lower abdomen and his hips, making him groan.

“Goddamn,” he grunts, flattening his ears against his head, his swollen balls ready to release his load in your womb. “Oh, 'm gonna fill you,” he promises. “I'm gonna put my cum so deep inside you, you'll end up having my baby.”

You writhe beneath him, nodding eagerly. “Please!” you beg. “Please! 'm already yours, sir! Please!”

With a few more thrusts, Jake reaches his release. His seed spills into you, making you shudder as he fills you. He groans, digging his teeth into your calf, making you jerk.

“Fuck,” he gasps, breathing heavily as he comes down from his high. He glances at you to find you worn out, your eyes closed, chest heaving with your breaths.

Jake cages you under him. “You feeling okay, sweetheart?”

You nod, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Much better, sir.”

Jake smirks. No one like him for you. You're his.

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[ghost-proofbaby]

I literally love your work and this 3k celebration is absolutely GENIUS so can I please get a filthy martini with Steve Harrington? Can it be enemies with benefits(also hate fucking? I blame you for this new trope obsession bc 24 hours GOT ME FERAL)?

nonnie i love you this is the such an incredible request i can only hope i did it justice oh my GOD

come party with me!

sweet like honey (steve harrington x fem! reader)

warnings: smut, p in v, mean steve sort of if you squint?, oral f receiving, talk of unprotected sex, cnc hickies? is that a thing? she says no and then he does it anyway?, arguing over using protection (steve says he'll convince her to not use it next time, but they use it this time!), not edited, minors dni

You hate him. You swear it to yourself, to your friends, to your own mother who sometimes points him out at sport events or at the local grocery store. You hate Steve Harrington. Simple as that. 

But maybe, just maybe, it isn't as simple as that. 

Because you hate him, yes - to your very core -  but you still always end up here. You still answer when he texts you in the middle of the night, you still meet him at your spot at the park that serves as a halfway point between your house and his, and you still end up in his lap in the backseat of the BMW his daddy bought for him. 

“This is the last time, Harrington,” you murmur through fervent kisses as you sit as comfortably as possible in his lap, “I mean it.”

He pulls back with that boyish grin that you absolutely despise, tightening his grip on your hips as his head tilts, “Of course, honey. Just like you said the last two times, right?” 

You don’t offer him an answer, instead plunging back in for a biting kiss. You imagine that if you take his bottom lip between your teeth hard enough, if you bite down with the right pressure, he’ll bleed. And the thought of tasting Steve Harrington’s blood across your tongue is more exciting than you care to admit. 

“Yes, but I really do mean it this time,” you insist against his mouth, your hangs tangling against the roots of his hair. Your goal is to mess it up, to rake through the product and all the time you know he spends in the mirror each morning, and ruin it. 

He only hums in response and urges you down onto his lap harder, the bulge confined in his jeans pressing into you more noticeably. 

“Hard already?” you tsk, rolling your hips harder against him, eliciting a load moan from his lips.

He’s just so easy. Maybe that’s why you keep coming back for more. 

“God, just shut up,” he gasps against you, moving his mouth along your jaw and neck. 

He starts to suck hard on your sweet spot, which in return makes you tug sharply on his hair. Hard enough to make him hiss in pain, “No fucking marks, how many times do I have to tell you?” 

“I know,” he says, clearly not knowing, as he continues to chuckle and trace his finger along the junction of your neck and shoulder, “But imagine just how pretty you’d look, all marked up by me.” 

“And imagine how pretty you’d look with your head between my thighs, not fucking talking,” you remark back. 

No marks. Because if he left a mark, then people might know. And you’d rather die than have anyone find out you had been fucking around with Steve Harrington the last two months. 

Steve suddenly maneuvers the two of you so that you’re laid out across the seat, fitting himself between your legs with clear practice. The two of you have been in this backseat more times than you can count, and have learned your way around the confinement of it all. 

He pushes up the flimsy sleep shorts you’d worn out, bunching them at the top of your thighs as far as they will go as he places kisses up your inner thigh, starting at your knee, “I know you said no marks, sweetie,” his tone is laced with condescending confidence, teeth nipping at the soft skin as he looks up at you, “But what about here, hm? Where no one can see them? Do we have a deal?” 

He’s going to get his way. He always knows he can get his way when he starts to soften you up like this, one hand gripping your knee and already guiding it over his shoulder as the other trails beneath the waistband of the shorts and draws circles on your hip. 

“If anyone can see them, Harrington, I’ll-”

“Kick my ass,” he finishes your sentence for you, already moving to nuzzle his nose into your thigh, “Yeah, yeah, I’ve heard it all before, babe.” 

He sucks and nips immediately at your makeshift permission, his saliva glistening against the purple bursting to life on your skin in the shape of his lips. 

“Lay off the nicknames,” you sigh, throwing your head back as his moves to make a second mark, higher up and closer to where you ache for him, “Or I will go back home and leave you with blue balls.”

His chuckle vibrates against your skin, eyes flicking up towards you. It’s a shame he’s such an absolute dick, because he looks pretty from here. Hair messed up as you intended, pupils blown wide, lips nearly magnetic against you as if he can’t get enough.

“Oh, honey, you wouldn’t,” he taunts, finally sitting up, beginning to take off your shorts, “We both know you don’t mean it, do you? You can threaten me all you want, but you still come back every,” your shorts are off, and he pauses to lean down and bite at your hip now before continuing, “single,” he moves to the other hip, sucking hard, leaving a weaker shade of violet in his path, “time.” 

You don’t reply as you whine out, hips bucking up, encouraging him to get it over with. To put his mouth where you need it most. To stop with his incessant cooing and taunting and to just fuck you with his tongue. 

He gets the message fairly clearly through his thick skull. 

And you like him best like this, quiet as he slides your panties to the side, tongue on your clit and already sliding his fingers into you, hellbent on unraveling you. He’s learned your body best at this point, knowing when to crook his fingers as he adds a second one, when to alternate between wrapping his lips around your clit to suck and using only the tip of his tongue to trace invisible shapes lost on you. He’s quiet, he’s as messy as a boy like him is capable of getting, and he knows.

But he’s eager. You’d say it’s his downfall, but you truly reap the benefits when he brings you right to the edge only to pull back and begin to make quick work of his own pants. He’s still in his jeans and polo, his work vest discarded in the front seat, his belt quickly joining it. 

You have no time to make another smart ass remark. No opportunity to poke fun at the way he bumps his head against the roof of the car or the way he struggles with his zipper a second longer than he should. Because once he’s gotten his cock out of his briefs, thick and pink and already leaking from the tip for you, he makes quick work to be inside you. 

“Condom,” you gasp out as his tip circles your interest, making him pause for the first time the entire night.

His eyebrows furrow, “You’re on the pill, yeah? We didn’t use one last time.” 

“My mistake,” you grit out, fighting the urge to just let him sink into you, to feel him stretch you in a way you both know only he can, “I know you’re fucking other girls. Wrap it, or I’m out, Harrington.” 

A sudden break of softness. In an instant, his teasing halts and he pulls back, looking at you with a hand still wrapped around his base, “I’m not fucking other girls.”

“What?”

“I said,” he leans down, warm brown eyes staring into yours, “I’m not fucking other girls. Only you. Only has been you since this entire thing started.” 

If you were an idiot, you’d read more into his words. You’d read into the fact that the town’s womanizer, Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington, has taken himself off the market for you. You’d think about it the rest of the night, your entire way back home, fantasize about it as you closed your eyes and begged for sleep. 

But you’re not an idiot. So you laugh at him. 

“Bullshit,” you say, maintaining eye contact, daring him into some unspoken war between the two of you. 

You watch as his jaw locks, his eyes set in stone, before he suddenly is fumbling around the car floor and producing his wallet. He pulls a condom from where it had been nestled between an abhorrent amount of cash, and he’s hasty in ripping it open.

“Fine,” he mumbles as he rolls the latex over his cock, “Fine. You want me to wear a condom, sweet thing? I’ll wear a condom. But I’m going to fuck you so good, you’ll be begging me to go raw next time.” 

Your stomach clenches, your core flutters. He hasn’t even fucked you yet, and you’re already reconsidering your insistence.

“Consider it a challenge, Harrington.” 

When the stretch finally comes, you’re preening into him, back arching and legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. He’s harsh now in his actions, hardly allotting time to adjust once he bottoms out before he pulls back and repeats the motion, slamming into you harder the second time. 

He finds his rhythm quickly; he knows what you like. He knows that you want it rough, that you want him to destroy you from the inside out. Your nails claw at him through the cotton of his shirt, and you consider the ramifications if you were to tear through the fabric, leave holes and make the shirt unrecognizable. 

Mommy and daddy would probably buy him a new one. 

Your fingers dig in deeper at the thought. 

“This good, yeah?” he asks, snapping his hips up into your hard enough to that your body shifts upwards, back burning from the rough tapestry of the seat and the top of your head banging into the car door, “You like it hard, don’t you, baby?” 

No words are formed, your mouth open as whines and moans alike tear from your throat, pulling him in closer. He dips his lips back down into your shoulder, placing messy kisses up to your throat. 

“You’re always such a good little slut for me, aren’t you? What would your mother think? What would your friends think?” he presses as a hand grips your bare thigh hard enough to leave marks, holding your leg even harder to his hips, “Going all cock drunk for Steve Harrington, the boy you hate.”

“Shut up,” you groan out, grabbing at his hair and pulling harshly, trying to lift his head from your throat. He doesn’t follow the pull of your hand. Instead, he bites down on the skin he was previously kissing innocently against.

He leaves a mark. You know he does. But all you're capable of is a pathetic whine as your pussy flutters around him, sucking him deeper into you. 

“Fucking knew it,” he mumbles against the skin before his tongue lathes over the spot that still stings, “Fucking knew you loved being marked up, baby. Tried to stop me all this time because you knew you loved it so much.” 

“Steve,” you beg as your head hits the door yet again from the force of another thrust.

He slows his movements, head lifting to take in your features. Your teary eyes, your heaving chest to match his own, “Fuck, too hard?”

You breathlessly laugh, shaking your head, pressing your heel into his lower back, “Harder. Please.” 

Those two words are all it takes. Something snaps inside of Steve right there, in his backseat, you a writhing mess beneath him as his jeans continue to slip down his thighs. Your pleads are his command; he offers the smallest of mercies by moving a palm to protect the top of your head before his thrusts turn animalistic. 

He’s pounding into you as if his life depends on it, as if your pussy is a warm and wet savior he had sought out for years. The surrounding windows begin to fog over as he presses his sweaty forehead to yours, swallowing each of your mewls in exchange for guttural moans of his own. Your pussy clenches down on him, hard, and it does nothing to slow his pace. 

“Fuck,” you call out, back arching further. His hand trails below you and settles into the curve of your lower back, pressing you up against him further as he continues. “Oh my God, don’t stop. Please, fuck- Don’t stop. Please, please.”

Steve laughs lowly at your babbling, “I’m not, sweetheart. I’m not. Let go.” 

Just like that, you feel the pleasure heat up your core, molten between your hips as you feel every inch of him continue to stretch your walls. His hips begin to stutter as you tighten around him, crying out as the coil tightens to it’s breaking point. It overflows from you, whimpers and cries alike as he kisses them away with clashing lips and teeth. The waves of euphoria are still consuming you and dragging you under when he suddenly stiffens, stilling deep inside of you and collapsing down on top of your chest, groaning the loudest of the night between pants, his hand still curled into the small of your back. 

You suddenly wish you could feel his heat filling you. He was right - next time, there will be no condoms. You want to feel him, need to feel all of him. 

You both are quiet as you catch your breaths, neither saying a word as you come down from your highs. In a moment of innocent serenity, accidental peace amongst enemies, he presses his cheek against your sternum through your own shirt. You can feel his heart hammering in his chest against your torso. 

But the peace must end. Because you’re you, and Steve’s Steve, and the two of you can only fit together so effortlessly for so long.  He finally lifts his head, the devilish boyish grin returning, as he asks, “So, same time tomorrow, honey?”

[mariaace]

Hey! Can you do ranpo with a reader who likes spicy foods? since ranpo like sweets it would be a cute idea to see how would ranpo react!

-Anon ☘️

A/n:I have no idea how this is gonna turn out, but here you go nonnie!! (Haven't written for Ranpo before, so bear with me)

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"Alright I'm gonna go to the store. Does somebody need something, because i am not going again later?" Kunikida quickly said before taking his book.

Ranpo was currently sitting on his desk in the Ada while you were next to him doing some documents. Dazai has asked Kunikida to grab something for him from the store and he didn't have a choice.

"Hokkaido Potato Chips!" "Mochies and Daifuku!" You and Ranpo both screamed at the same time, then looked at eachother? "You want THAT? Do you have any idea how spicy is that?!?" "Yeah i do, that's why i want it!" He opened his eyes to look at you. "Why would you want something so spicy instead of something sweet??" "Because i think spicy is better?" There was a moment of silence between both of you.

"No." "What do you mean no?" "Spicy isn't better than sweet!" "Well I don't think like that" "Think again then! As the world's best detective, i know what's best!!" "That doesn't even make sense?!" "It does!! You just don't get it!!" He pouted and crossed his arms, while Dazai was just standing there looking at what's happening.

You rested your head on your hand. "Ugh okay you know what, yes sweet is better, happy?" He smirked. "A lot actually." He said as he stood up walking out of the room. "Kunikida-kun get me the chips, please" "Understood"

"But you just yold him-" "Shut up Atsushi." "But you-" "Yes i did told him, but otherwise he would keep telling me otherwise, would have liked to just here and listen to a conversation about which is better, sweet or spice, hm?" "No..." "Then don't say a thing"

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