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tw stepcest

stepdad!kento catches himself one evening at the bathroom door as you're showering. his wife, your mother, is out for the evening and he's been tasked with trying to bond with you—his moody stepdaughter who has yet to warm up to the prospect of a man in the house.

everything you did seemed to be to spite the poor man. he had dedicated so much of himself to this marriage, and still you can't offer him even a chance. he had planned on sitting you down this evening to watch through a movie with him—he'd make popcorn and let you choose whatever dumb film you pleased. but he knew that would get him nowhere.

because you hated him. at least, he had thought.

but as he had walked past the bathroom to find the door cracked and the softest of humming sounding over the running water, kento started to wonder if your actions have been from a place of hate or from somewhere else entirely.

like that one time last week in the kitchen. he had been holding a tall glass of water, and you deliberately walked right into him, making him spill it all down the front of your thin pyjama top. you made such a drama about him watching his fucking step, but as kento thinks back on it he can't quite remember your expression. he had been staring, albeit unintentionally, at the way your nipples hardened through your now wet and now see through top. and you didn't say a word about it.

kento shakes his head. he's just being perverted: you have no intentions of riling him up in any capacity outside of innocent displeasure. you're not some horny young woman with eyes set on her step father, and kento is a nasty man for even entertaining the thought.

until you moan his name.

a sweet and prolonged "kentooo," that drips down the shower walls and reaches his ears just as his blood rushes south. is he hearing you right? maybe you're calling out for his help. maybe you're shaving and you cut yourself bad. or you fell and he was too in his own head to hear it.

that's the justification he comes up with in his head when he decides to push the dor open just a little wider and peek in. if you were hurt, he'd be decent about it: cover his eyes the best he could and treat you with the modesty you so deserve and—

you have the shower head tucked between your legs. with your free hand, you run your fingers over your perfect tits, tweaking a nipple here and there as you arch into the jet-setting that pulses against your clit so perfectly that you almost don't need to imagine it's your stepdads tongue instead.

but you do, and you moan his name like a bitch in heat because he brings out a part of you that makes you feel like exactly that.

poor kento can't help himself either. what kind of man is he, to stand behind an ajar door with his cock suddenly hooked out of his slacks and being stroked at a punishing pace as he watches his stepdaughter pleasure herself. how filthy is it that you pine after him: that you have no clue he's watching you stimulate your needy little clit to the thought of him? he wonders what you think about, whether it's detailed or a vague taboo that keeps you going.

he wonders if your mind reels at the dinner table when his feet accidentally brush against your legs beneath. he wants to know what you think when you greet him in the mornings, and he's stretching out and showing off his happy trail and mussed blond hair...

he wonders if he's going to hell for this. or if a divorce is right around the corner. his wedding band feels cool against his otherwise searing hot length. god, this is bad.

your mother would flip. you would too, if you knew he was only a few feet away and peering around the room in search of your discarded panties. if you knew he was contemplating the merits of sneaking in and stealing them to jack off into later. would you scream? call him every name under the sun? tell your mom?

or would you meet his eye sin the bathroom mirror, like you are right now, and fucking smile.

he thinks his heart stops. but again it beats and your eyes don't leave his in the reflection, and your hand doesn't pull the shower head from your sweet little pussy and kento doesn't stop fucking his fist in return.

it's straight eye contact. it's the exchange of everything wrong with whats happening right now until the two of you build into a mind-blowing shared climax that has kento biting down on a moan and you letting one rip raw from your throat.

so you don't hate him.

he hates himself, though. guilt weighs him down as he, still without breath from his heavy orgasm, steps backwards and leaves you wondering if you really saw your stepdad in the mirror or if your wishful thinking has just become too much these days.

and he cleans up in the master bathroom with a headache and a newfound urge to read the fucking bible again. you join him later that night for the promised movie night bonding experience—just to put on the cheesiest film you can and insist on sharing a blanket to save the energy of going to get another.

and he keeps his eyes locked on the film the whole time. and you pretend that you don't see the sliver of your lace panties poking out from his pocket.

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#kurootetsurou #haikyuu

i feel like yukos's the type to get so turned on when kuroo fingers her using the finger he has his wedding ring on, and she squirts, covering his wedding ring with dirt, the sight just turns her on sm making her let out the sluttiest moan

it was a conflicting thought at first. she kept eyeing the wedding band whenever they were together, a reminder that he's taken. as ironic as it sounds, yuko thought it'd be disrespectful to ask him to take it off, and it often ended with them not doing anything beyond kissing because of the guilt.

kuroo obviously noticed but never mentioned anything. it filled him with disgust directed at himself, thinking of your face, his angel waiting for him at home, ready to pamper him.

so, eventually, he places his ring inside his wallet, kissing it tenderly before sliding it next to a photo of you that he keeps with him at all times. he wasn't tetsuro, your loving husband who wakes you up with kisses and holds onto you until you two are running late.

once the ring is off, he's back to being kuroo. nonchalant and unattached, playfully flirty just because he can, with hints of his younger self back when he was single during college.

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TALK ALREADYYYYY

# to tell you the truth

17 — meet me at the fair

smau masterlist ∗ previous chapter ∗ next chapter

You couldn’t get Rin’s words out of your head. The feeling of guilt that he planted in your head didn’t budge at all, even with Reo’s reassurance. Were you missing the big picture here? Was there something that you just hadn’t recalled? Are you seriously as dense as Reo constantly says you are?

The long-awaited university fair was getting closer by the second. Despite countless days of preparation, the initial excitement you felt had evaporated, leaving only dread and confusion. It took all you had to simply drag yourself out of bed the morning of, half due to being terribly sleep-deprived and the other half being the sinking feeling of anxiety in your stomach.

“Y/N, can you stop making such a ruckus first thing in the morning, for god’s sake–“ Reo grumbles, rubbing sleep out of his eyes as he languidly walks out into the apartment living room. ��Eugh, you look disgusting.”

“Good morning to you too,” You’re practically seething with irritation, but Mr. Just-Woke-Up-2-Minutes-Ago was too drowsy to notice and spare even the slightest bit of consideration. “I can’t find my notes for the presentation, and I am so, so, close to running away and booking a flight to Korea.”

Reo scrunches his nose. “Why Korea?”

You roll your eyes and go back to scavenging through your belongings. The notes were literally in your bag yesterday night, so there was no way on Earth they would have found a way to escape. You made sure that they were secured—triple-checked!—in that cute Chiikawa folder that Isagi got you last Christmas. Gosh, there was no way you were going to be able to survive the day. Sure you knew enough to simply go off the top of your head since you were the one who researched and put together the project, but this was something that was getting marked, by the top professors too, and even worse, Itoshi Rin was going to be there and if you fucked up in front of him then you might as well simply die from embarrassment—

“Are these your notes?” Reo’s voice echoes from the kitchen, and you turn around abruptly to see him holding papers decorated with barely visible colour-coded notes and sticky tabs. He yawns, still drowsy from sleep, and next thing he knows is that you’re pouncing on him and yanking the sheets out of his hands.

“Jeez!” Reo yelps, but your glare shuts him right up. “Um–Y/N, are you okay?”

“No, not at all, thanks for asking.” You exhale, finally releasing the breath you were subconsciously holding the entire time. You briefly glance at Reo, the male blinking with confusion in response, before patting him on the shoulder and sprinting out the front door. “See you later!”

All that is heard from Reo is a soft “huh?” as you quietly close the door (because it was still early in the morning) without losing any haste.

And now you’re running down to campus, clutching that Chiikawa folder close to your chest.

Contrary to your spiralling thoughts, you were not late at all. In fact, you happen to be one of the first to arrive, so you decided to take a pitstop at the washroom first to fix yourself. No one would look presentable after running a full sprint against the wind at 6 in the morning, anyway.

You sigh exasperatedly as you spot the bane of your existence casually standing at your assigned table on your way back from the washroom. You take a moment to analyze said person before being forced to join him for the rest of the day. Rin was definitely taller and more muscular than he was in high school, and his bangs now flowed a bit past his nose, his jaw sharper with signs of maturing. You notice his prominent eyelashes fluttering as he focuses on reading something and envy that he was born with such pretty, long lashes. Despite his personality being dogshit, you couldn’t lie, the man himself was absolute eye candy—

Rin huffs as he spots you staring at him. Okay, never mind. He’s hideous.

Perhaps you were going delirious from the lack of sleep. Yeah, that must be it.

Having been caught drooling at the man you swore you hated, you awkwardly straightened your back and reluctantly walked over to the table. You look away as Rin narrows his eyes at you, practically burning holes into your face the entire time.

You settle for the spot right beside Rin, ignoring the glare that’s still on his face, and begin setting up your little panel for the day. When Chigiri arrives shortly after, the three of you begin rehearsing and confirming parts of your presentation. Like usual, there are a lot of disagreements with Rin, but something is off about him today. He doesn’t retort as harshly as he previously would have, and it actually looks like he thinks about what to say before responding. It’s insane–Itoshi Rin was being considerate. Was this because of the conversation you had yesterday? How was he acting so calm when you were losing your mind over what happened? You’re aware that you’re missing a huge piece of the puzzle here, but brush it off as a later problem as the sight of advancing freshmen pulls you back to reality.

Though for the record, he still hasn’t given your keychain back.

The fair goes smoothly (for the most part), until you and Rin begin bickering in front of the professors that were in charge of marking you.

“Itoshi-san, I think you must be mistaken. The Impressionist era was obviously inspired by works from the Romanticism era, which means—“

“This information does not mean anything regarding their contributions to society. Chronological order does not play a part in their significance or importance in history.”

The female professor on the right raises a brow at the two of you. The one on her left is furiously writing notes down on his clipboard.

“Sorry, can you repeat that again? There is a crucial difference between pieces created from a blank canvas and pieces created from one with a sketch.”

“You’re acting like Realism and the Renaissance didn’t exist.”

“I did not–”

“Well,” Chigiri brazenly interrupts, taking control of the situation before it gets out of hand. “That is the main point of the era of impressionism and how it had affected both art and literature. Seeing by the lovely example that my fellow group mates have reenacted, there is heavy debate about the similarities and differences of Impressionism and Romanticism.”

You tune Chigiri’s voice out as you grit your teeth and glare at Rin. He flashes you a quick glance before turning back to continue faking a smile at your superiors.

The hold this man had on you was insane. There was no way you were going to let him embarrass you in front of your professors again.

(Unfortunately, it happens once more when you guys argue about which was more impactful, literature or art.)

When it’s your turn for a quick lunch break, Chigiri eyes Rin for a while before he approaches. He’s been watching his friend the entire day now, concerned about what he might impulsively do.

He ponders on what to tell Rin and how to word it without accidentally provoking him. It’s obvious you’re his soft spot, so he instead decides to casually ask, “Penny for your thoughts?”

Rin grunts, intensely analyzing his fingers. Chigiri doesn’t push for an answer.

“I think I should talk to her.” He finally admits after a few minutes of silence. “That’s what you were going to tell me to do too, right?”

“Intuition is spot on,” Chigiri smiles. “Though maybe not always.”

Despite the obvious jab, Rin simply rolls his eyes in response.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Nothing…”

Rin’s eyebrows jerk up and now it's his turn to question Chigiri. “What?”

Suddenly feeling awkward now, Chigiri purses his lips and looks anywhere but Rin’s face. “I know you’re usually a somewhat stoic person, especially in public, but your lack of response today is seriously throwing me off.”

“Might as well just say you like to pick fights,” Rin scoffs. “Stop acting like I’m the weird one. You are.”

“And he’s back.”

“Shut up.”

Chigiri’s about to ask Rin about you again, but you appear right then and there as if you were summoned on the spot. Originally you were sent off to get some rest before continuing with the fair, but somehow you came back looking worse than before.

Surprisingly, Rin initiates the conversation first. “You’re back early.”

“The place I wanted to go to was too packed to dine in,” You mumble, not giving much mind to his actions. “Would probably be better if I came back to eat here instead.”

Chigiri furrows his brows. “You workaholic. You knew you wouldn’t get an actual break if you came back here.”

You shrug. “Says who?”

It wasn’t supposed to be this big of a deal.

You’re first aware of the fact that you aren’t feeling well when Chigiri accidentally knocks a piece of paper onto the floor. It lands near your feet, and you bend down to pick it up for him, but a sharp pain in your head begins as you stand back up. The world goes black, and it takes you a bit to stabilize yourself again. It’s not like it hasn’t happened before, but it’s lasting way longer than it usually does. When colour finally returns, you see Chigiri in front of you uttering words of concern, except the fleeting pain in your head is overwhelming your ability to comprehend what he’s saying. You feel a hand on your shoulder, but it slips your mind that the only other person around is your ex-situationship-turned-rival-and-enemy.

Not wanting to ruin all the hard work that you all collectively put into these few days, you put on a small smile hoping to convince your group mates that you aren’t dying and can continue on with the arranged schedule. It was probably some after-effect from running against the wind first thing in the morning. You would just take medicine after you got home, sleep the pain away, and wake up feeling refreshed.

But the throbbing just doesn’t stop.

The second sign is when your body refuses to stomach your favourite onigiri. Typically, you’d be ravenous by lunchtime, especially if you haven’t had anything to eat after practically staying up the entire night. But your appetite is at the lowest it’s ever been (since becoming a university student) and you’re getting annoyed over the fact that you’re wasting food you would’ve wholeheartedly enjoyed any other day.

Well, a low appetite and seeing static for a few seconds doesn’t necessarily mean anything’s wrong.

Rin stares at you, an unreadable expression on his face, but it’s weird. There’s no aggression at all, nothing spiteful in the way his eyes studied you all over, as if trying to unravel your true feelings. He almost looks like he’s in pain. Maybe it’s concern? You shake the thought off as there would be no way on Earth Rin of all people would be concerned about your wellbeing.

Perhaps that was sign three that you were slowly becoming delirious.

“Itoshi, stop looking at me.” You bring yourself to say after continuous staring from Rin. It was really getting distracting now.

“You look terrible. Like you’re about to collapse any second now.” He admits, gaze flicking away from yours and the ground.

Rolling your eyes, you cross your arms over your chest and glare at the taller boy. “Okay? Thanks? Like I need to be reminded of that fact by every person I talk to today?”

“I refuse to work with a person who’s incapable of taking care of their wellbeing. You’re just going to drag us down.” Rin winces at how that came out. He was terrible at properly expressing his feelings. “No— I mean—“

You cut him off with a groan. “Well I’m sorry that you got stuck with such an incompetent group mate. As if you weren’t the one responsible for why I’m looking like this right now.” Your voice trails off at the end, regret already settling in prior to finishing your sentence.

“I didn’t mean–” A freshman running by shoves Rin and the push knocks him a step closer to you. He looks down at you from where he stands and exhales, “Sorry. Y/N, can we talk?”

You stare up at him blankly in response.

Frankly, you were too tired to care; It felt like nowadays all you two were doing was just going around in circles with no end. What made it worse was that your head was searing with pain now, and it was seriously getting impossible to ignore.

You get a quick glimpse of Rin’s glossy eyes and open your mouth to give him a proper response after it processes in your head that he was probably waiting for an answer. But you never end up letting your true feelings out of your throat, because suddenly you can’t feel the pain anymore, and the world goes black again.

Except this time, colour doesn’t return as soon as it did before.

You’re met with the comforting feel of warmth and the not-so pleasing smell of medicine when you finally regain your consciousness. It’s cozy, and you groan as you roll over in bed in hopes to find a new sleeping position.

The sound of footsteps gets louder as you hear a familiar voice harrumphs. “Y/N, I know you’re awake.”

So much for trying to sleep again.

“Nonono, don’t go back to sleep. You need to take your medicine first.” Reo nags, carefully feeling your forehead with the back of his hand. “And eat. You definitely haven’t had anything all day.”

You hum in acknowledgement, but make no real move to comply with his instructions. The bed was too comfortable, too warm, too safe. You never wanted to get out and offer yourself back up to the scary world of judgemental freshmen and strict professors.

Screw the fair. You just wanted a break.

“I rushed out of my meeting for this,” Reo sighs. “just to find you passed out in the medical office.”

“Sorry for worrying you, mom.” You mumble, stretching your limbs briefly in bed, having given up on trying to return to a state of slumber.

Two hands are hoisted towards you, one harbouring a few pills and the other a glass of water. “You seriously need to take care of yourself better. There is no way on Earth you’re going to survive living by yourself.”

You roll your eyes, and reluctantly sit up to take the medicine and water from Reo. “That’s why I have you, though.”

Reo frowns, but you can tell he’s probably holding back from bursting into tears. It’s only then you notice his complexion; the way his clothes were wrinkled from too much movement, the way his hair was blown in all directions from the wind, and the way he was anxiously picking at the skin around his fingernails from anxiety.

You quickly down the medicine and give him a small smile in hopes of easing at least a quarter of his worry. “I’m fine, Reo. Thank you, seriously, but it’s okay. It’s not like I’m dying or anything.”

He laughs, jokingly, in an attempt to conceal how he truly felt about this situation. “Yeah right. Just ‘a moment of weakness,’ like you always say.”

“Because it was.”

Reo’s the one rolling his eyes now, and a laugh comes out of you as you playfully push him. The two of you fall back into an easing silence before he speaks up again.

“The fair’s over for today. Chigiri and Rin covered for you and offered to cover the next two days too.”

Ah. So that’s what you were forgetting.

You jump out of bed immediately and almost tripped over your shoes from the sudden movement. Reo catches you, but keeps his hold on your waist as he stares at you for an explanation.

“I’m never showing my face here ever again, especially in front of that one!” You ramble, eyes widening in realization of what actually happened when you fainted. “He’s never going to let me hear the end of it! I can’t!”

“Wait, calm down–”

“But if I don’t show up, then that’s going to look even worse! He’s going to think I’m slacking and weak and incompetent and then rat me out to all my favourite profs and sabotage me and spread rumours and knock me off the leaderboard entirely and–”

Reo interrupts you as he brings you back onto your feet. “Is that all you’re worried about? What Rin thinks of you?”

“I–” You start, but no words manage to form. “Oh.”

He smiles, before turning around, pushing aside the curtains around your bed, and walking away.

“Wait, are you going home? Hold up! Wait for me!"

note: lol i started using capitals when writing i hope this isn't too trippy,,, THANK YOU @kitorin FOR BETA READING I LOVE U <3

pairing ∗ itoshi rin x f!reader

synopsis — all you wanted was a peaceful and productive uni life, but despite your pleas, your plans start crumbling when the star of the football team, itoshi rin, begins to beat you in every aspect possible. as you confront the inevitable, what happens when you uncover secrets behind an unforgettable event from the past?

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𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲♡𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧.

suggestive , hunch punch lyrics inspired

𝗵𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗿𝘂𝗺𝗮 𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

prologue : dating higuruma hiromi meant absolutely no nonsense before marriage, you're soooo sick of it and you /almost/ got tired of it. that is, until you finally got married to him, and your honeymoon started ♡

higuruma stood by the door, mouth dried and his shoulder tensed when he saw you laying on the bed provocatively, your body sprawled out in your sleep gown when you noticed him, and slowly sat down

"come here babe, come sit next to me" you patted the space next to you with a friendly, flirty smile while staring at higuruma, who just stared with a dumbfounded expression and flushed cheeks

he gulped before hesitantly taking his steps, sitting at the edge of the bed nervously

"damn, you on the edge of the bed? you're gonna to fall off" you said with a teasing giggle, scooting closer yourself as your hands touches, visibly making him sweat

"are you not cold honey? your top looks t-thin.." he mentally screamed at himself for stammering, and trying to change the topic

"would you like to warm me up then?" you flirt, letting out a soft giggle as you leaned closer to him, hands playing around with his tie

he tensed, head feeling dizzy as you said that.. and your hands.. god you drove him crazy. he didn't remember you being such a sexy, teasing woman when he first met you, but he's not complaining either..

"yeah, i- i can warm you up.." he tried to appear confident, just to stammer again which redden his cheeks, and you giggled out loud

"so cute" you muttered, before pushing him down onto the bed, and smashing your lips against his, hiromi lets out the neediest whimper and let his hands wrapped around your waist.

thank god you went through with the marriage.

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the fanfiction in my head is soooo good wish you guys could see this

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𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.

(contains spoiler from jjk chp270!)

𝗳𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗿𝗼 𝗺𝗲𝗴𝘂𝗺𝗶 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

"from now on, I'll be your right hand man, kurusu." megumi says as he looked into hana's eyes. he didn't mean anything by that other than... exactly that. he felt guilty, feeling like he's the cause for her arms being bitten off by sukuna.

however, hana seemed to take his words the wrong way.

"when's the ceremony!?" hana asks eagerly, her cheeks flush and eyes widened innocently, megumi's lips pursed into a thin line awkwardly.

a wall of silence filled the room, before megumi spoke again.

"not..... not in that way..." he said awkwardly, and hana's face turned redder as she looked away, but not missing to catch the glimpse of megumi glancing over to you, talking and laughing with nobara and yuji.

"i have someone I'm already serious about, anyways" megumi quietly said to her, and hana just nodded in understanding, her heart going miles per hour out of embarrassment. It didn't take long before megumi went over to you and his gang, joining the three of you.

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– selfships !

nanakoko (ieiri shoko x nana)

trope ; love at first sight.

shoko was genuinely tired of her life, constantly having to heal everyone after losing her two best friends was not how she expected her future to be. until she met nana who was a new barista at the café she frequented. god was it badly made, but bitter taste of the coffee was long forgotten when shoko saw her sweet smile for the first time

cheromi (higuruma hiromi x cher)

trope ; office romance

cher was a new intern working at hiromi's workplace. she was so serious about her work, never noticing the way hiromi glances at her every chance he gets. hiromi is so confused to these new feelings, is asking her out for lunch together not considered flirty enough ? or is she just too oblivious ?

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in another life, nanami got the life he wanted. a quiet, peaceful life. living in a house beside the beach in kuantan, alone with his baby.

"papamin!!" yuji's voice echoed through his room as nanami entered. a soft smile graced his lips seeing baby yuji already awake in his crib. "good morning, yuji" he greeted softly as he picked up yuji, who immediately giggles and snuggles against his chest

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𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 — 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 ♡

when your family finds out about the romance between you and the stable boy, they arrange a marriage with the wealthy earl, nanami kento.

overall contents. fem!reader, sfw & nsfw, arranged marriage, eventual romance, regency era (1800s) au, slow burn, resentment to love, mutual pining, complicated relationships, historical inaccuracies, nobility, some angst, more tba —

notes. this is the fic that won the wip poll, and i am so so very excited to share it !! <3 since i'm already working on a long fic, i decided to break this up into a series. be sure to read contents for each part for more specific warnings!

♕ of broken hearts. after you find about the marriage arranged between you and nanami kento, you have to find a way to break the news to your lover. coming february 27

♕ the earl. you remember nanami from the balls you attended in your youth; he's just as unapproachable as he was then.

♕ guilded promises. despite his seriousness, nanami is far more agreeable than you'd anticipated.

♕ novelties. in his attempt to make you feel more at home, kento shows you his favorite room in the estate.

♕ a night at the opera. though you often feel like a nuisance to the busy man, he proves himself to be a good listener.

♕ liaisons. weeks have passed without a word, but satoru finally meets your husband.

♕ rose petals. over a cup of afternoon tea in the garden, you realize something that you hadn't before.

♕ scarlet opulence. your first ball with kento as his wife feels like the first time you've seen him clearly.

♕ portrait of a gentleman. kento admits he doesn't like the way other men look at you.

♕ confessions. a fight with kento leads to words that you'd been too shy to share.

♕ luxury of affections. somehow, you failed to see how lucky you were, to have met nanami kento at all.

— reblogs appreciated & thank you for reading. more parts may be added, but this is all i have planned for now!

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THIS IS SO GOOD AHHHHHHH I LOVE IT🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

you know you like little girls

choso never expected that an older man's experience and charisma could easily outshine him [ part one ]

+ pairing. geto s. / fem!reader

+ warnings. implied incest, age gap (geto is in his mid 30s, reader in her 20s), modern au, MDNI 18+

+ a/n. happy valentine's day babiessss, sending y'all love and smooches, mwahhh !

the winter breeze grazes your cheeks, and it's as if they're set in a permanent smile thanks to your best friends’ efforts to cheer you up. your heart is tender and slowly healing, and it’s all thanks to them and their dad, ever since they took you in the warmth of their home almost a week ago.

“dad wants us home now, nanako. are you buying that scarf or not?”

it’s not unusual for the twins to bicker over the smallest things, so with a barely amused chuckle you allow your gaze to wander around, the content smile returning as you take in the pink sky.

it's only a second-long, though, but your eyes must have been searching for him unconsciously. it's only a second-long, and yet it's enough to shatter your mood and heart.

choso’s lips meet her forehead in a tender kiss as they wait to cross the street, their hands intertwined like two lovers that refuse to let go of one another. it hurts so badly, but what hurts the most is the stern glare he fixes you when his dark eyes spot you. suddenly, the weather feels so, so warm compared to the coldness directed at you from his gaze alone.

your smile’s gone, and the flame of hope inside your heart flickers.

—

“scoot over!”

nanako fixes you a nasty, yet playful glare, clearly refusing to give up her seat in the middle of suguru’s bed. you can’t blame her. his bed is comfy, and she gets to drown in the soft pillows settled at the center of the cloud-like mattress. you glance at mimiko and she avoids eye-contact. with a sigh, you settle on the right side of the bed, watching the girls scroll down trying to pick a movie.

the entire room smells like suguru, and it seems your heart isn’t strong enough to handle it. it all gets worse when he comes in holding a tray of drinks and popcorn, his kind smile and gentle voice easily flustering you. it always has. it’s even worse when he mutters your name as if it were the most precious thing he’s ever uttered out loud.

“sorry, sweetheart. this is my side of the bed.”

the statement shouldn’t put ideas in your mind; there’s nothing remotely explicit about it per se. and yet there is. like a secret that should only be shared and known between lovers.

there’s mirth and obvious playfulness in his eyes, his head tilting slightly to the side as he waits for you to make room for his considerably bulkier frame. with nowhere else to go, you squish your side against nanako who only whines in protest while suguru sits on the other end, sandwiching you between him and his daughter.

“s-sorry,” your hands start to sweat, and you suddenly feel overwhelmed by his presence so close to you. even more when his lips lean closer to your ear.

“hm? i don’t mind,“ the drawl of his voice is a mere whisper, his lips tugging into a fond smile as he grips your bare thigh with a gentle hold. “popcorn?”

suguru spends the whole movie with his hand under the blanket, drawing lazy circles on your skin and pretending he doesn’t feel the heat emanating from between your legs.

—

it should be a crime how fast he found what you liked. where you enjoyed being kissed the most and which pet names had your heart clenching before beating faster. he discovered things about your body that not even you were aware of.

“my little girl,” his breath fans against your throat, large hands traveling all over your body before stopping at the back of your thighs to jerk you further under his frame, “so, so pretty.”

gentle touches and sweet kisses drown you. he’s everywhere: stroking your hair, caressing your skin, murmuring praises against your lips. it’s overwhelming and calming at the same time, even when his breaths grow labored and his touch harsher.

his name leaves your lips in a shaky exhale, and he’s immediately cradling your face between his hands, searching for whatever it is that ails you through his eyes.

“yes, sweet girl?

how fortunate is it that the twins aren't home. what would they think if they saw how you melt under their father’s touch? would they hate you? i mean, at first all you wanted to do was spend time with him as he watched his favorite show in the living room, it’s not your fault he threw your legs over his lap.

perhaps if they saw how soft his kisses were each time he wished you sweet dreams, or the comforting things he murmured in your ear as you told him how your brother broke your heart by playing favorites; they’d come around.

everyone knows suguru is sweet like that.

no words are needed for what you’re struggling to say, the need for him is obvious, and he chuckles while discarding each piece of clothing, covering the now exposed skin with kisses and gentle nibbles until he’s between your thighs.

“pretty little pussy,” his voice is smooth, tender; full of care and love as he nips at your puffy clit while you whimper, “i love how you moan for me.”

through heavy lids, you admire how handsome he looks with his hair down and lips wet with your juices. the drag of his tongue across your folds is enough to make your toes curl and hands grip his hair, sensing the faint outline of his smile on your wetness.

“and so, so wet…”

a gasp escapes your lips when his finger slides in, his lips around your clit as he massages your walls slowly. it takes him around an hour to let your pussy go, addicted to it and already planning when he’ll get to have a taste again.

—

“now,” suguru catches your attention over the loud chatter at the restaurant, the girls squint their eyes, already suspicious. “i know i’m just your old man, and you’re probably fed up with me and my constant protectiveness,” at the lack of denial from their part causes him to squint his eyes back at them, “but i expect you to find a decent man that’ll spoil you like you girls deserve. understood?”

his hand squeezes your thigh under the table, and it feels as if the words were being directed at you.

once the pink-colored boxes are handed out to the twins, their eyes brighten up. rushed squeals of ‘thank you’s’ take over the table, while you giggle at the enthusiasm. the excitement over the expensive gifts is enough to distract both girls from noticing the small box being placed in front of you.

“happy valentine’s day, princess.”

his pretty eyes are crinkled as he smiles at you, his hand resting on your lower back in a comforting way while you slowly unwrap his gift.

glimmering silver stares back at you, the heart-shaped pendant big enough to catch the eye of anyone who pays attention, but also discreet enough to not seem tasteless.

it’s perfect.

everything suguru does or says, even the way he walks and breathes it’s perfect. he’s perfect to the point that he knows exactly what to do when the happiness is taken from you with a single text from him.

cho <3: this has dragged out for too long. i want you home now.

the mood is ruined, you're on the verge of tears, and suguru wants nothing more than to take that burden away from your pretty little mind. 

“i don't wanna go back… it’s not fair!”

your hiccups break his heart and he’s quick to hold you close to his chest, rubbing soothing circles and whispering sweet nothings as he signals the girls to get in the car.

it all goes in a blur, you’re no longer at the restaurant, but instead, the twins are waving you goodbye and giving you a worried look as they get inside the house, the car speeding away as suguru drives the familiar path to your home. 

before you can dwell on it, cold and dark eyes stare back at you. suddenly, you’re back to square one, and you don’t like it one bit.

choso can’t say he’s happy to see suguru, of all men, next to you. his mind is suddenly filled with questions: why were you dressed up? that necklace, he had never seen it before, who gave it to you?

“go to your room.”

like magic, the hot tears are back and suguru decides it’s enough. his frame shields you from choso’s gaze and the simmering anger is quickly brought up to a boil.

“i said, go to your–”

“she’s moving in with me,” suguru sounds so different. gone is the sweet and gentle man, only to be replaced by a curt and scary version of him, “permanently.”

choso sees red, pushing suguru back while ordering you one more time to go to your room. suguru only smirks when you hide your face against his arm.

“sweetheart, why don't you go wait in the car for me? we’ll go home soon.” 

and to choso’s surprise, you comply.

suguru smirks even more, watching the grief in choso’s face as he sees you walk away from him and ignoring his cries for you.

about time.

“you know…” he starts, enjoying thoroughly the despair swirling in the younger man’s eyes, ”i always doubted your capability to take care of your siblings, especially her,” suguru’s head tilts back, pointing at you sitting in his car, “i’d have to stop myself from coming here and bringing her home, to make sure she had everything she wanted… every need taken care of…”

suguru is met with silence from choso’s part—defeat—and he can’t help but chuckle. he was always bound to win your sweet little heart, it was a fact.

after all, how can an inexperienced young man compare to a real man like him.

[flwrcyt]

i thought the world of you

bearing the boulder of being an older brother was something he never minded, but now all that's left is the mystery of where his well-intentioned efforts went astray.

+ pairing. older brother!choso / middle sister!reader

+ warnings. incest, non sorcerers au, hurt no comfort, liiiittle bit of smut. mdni 18+

he understood your pain, and at the same time he didn’t. 

‘what did I do wrong?’ he wondered to himself when he saw your eyes brimming with tears, lips wobbly as you flinched away from him. it had been a while since he last saw you like that, teary-eyed and struggling to breathe. after all, it was him who always held you as you cried when you scraped your knee or failed a test.

that’s what older brothers do, and he took pride in it.

but as he tried to reach out again towards you, he frowned upon seeing you take another step away from him.

“what’s wrong?”

the deep gruff of his voice carried traces of annoyance and concern, not liking the way you were acting. he watched you hug your arms around your middle and look away, so unlike you.

“did you get hurt?” he kept pushing, frustration building up as no words left your lips, “talk to me, baby. i’m gettin’ worried.”

you had always been his pretty baby, the first one to ever make his heart warm up with love and care. maybe a bit more than usual, but as long as he saw you beam with that smile of yours, he’d pay no mind to what others thought. all it took was one look at you, and he swore he’d never allow harm to get its claws on you—his baby.

“don’t… don’t call me that.”

he reeked of her, the familiar scent threatening to make you vomit. it was easy for him to tell since you were scrunching up your nose just like you always did whenever you felt sick.

“don’t give me that tone, i’m your older brother.” he switched to an authoritative approach, his usually patient-self growing restless the more you pushed him away, “is this because of last night?”

the mere mention of it had your blood boiling again, the disgusting memories taking over your mind and making your face scrunch up, “why were you doing that with her!? it was our thing.”

“quit acting like a brat,” he sighed, tired already of your tantrum, “let’s go to the kitchen, you’ll wake her up and–”

“i’m leaving.”

the atmosphere suddenly became tense, and he didn’t like that feeling. he’s a man of few words, yes. but those words rendered him speechless in an instant. just how stubborn could you be? maybe he was in the wrong by not giving you a heads-up, he should’ve told you that it would be a matter of time before she got to experience it with him, just like you did when you were her age.  

he could not neglect his other girl, she needed him too. even if he saw how it broke your heart when you caught him whispering words of praise against her lips—the same way he did with you—rolling his hips as his length stretched her walls. her loud cries echoed past the walls of her room, her hold on him tight even when the door opened and showed your shocked face.

he had to dismiss you quickly so it wouldn’t ruin the intimate experience he was giving her, not thinking how it would taint your own instead. and knowing he was the cause of your pain, broke his heart. 

both of his baby sisters deserved his attention, and you had to learn to live with it, there was no other option.

however, you made the decision for him. what better punishment than to make him see he hasn’t been the perfect older brother he thought he was? losing you for sure would have him crawling back to you instead of your sister.

or not.

[flwrcyt]

hehe i actually like this it kinda makes me happy that yuko got what she should've gotten from the start <3

okay i always like it when reader is the one getting hurt but..

after a hot, steamy make out session in kuroo's office(between kuroo and yuko), reader came with a plastic of foods for kuroo's team dinner, when kuroo and yuko got out of his office, kuroo completely neglected yuko as he sticks to his wife side, reminding her she's nothing but a side cunt

+ warnings. infidelity, fluff. nothing freaky, just kuroo being happy as a clam w his wife <3

tnmici m.list

"baby!"

he's quickly making his way towards you, a huge grin on his lips that has you giggling softly. your husband seems to have heard the faint commotion happening in the meeting room, head peeking out from his own office, before realizing you are the cause of said commotion.

"tetsu-" his lips are pressed against yours before you can say your greetings, his hands tugging you closer by your waist as his mouth draws the softest sighs out of your lips before letting go of you, your eyes glazed with love,“hi..."

"hi, my pretty girl. you’re really here, right? i’m not imagining things?” his face remains close to yours, maintaining your focus on him and his whispered words as he gently rubs your noses together. 

it’s silly how easy he makes your face heat up, and even when you try not to be so blatant in your display of affection in front of everyone, it seems as if that isn’t his main concern right now. behind him, barely a few meters back, yuko discreetly exits his office, blending behind other coworkers as she wonders what’s taking him so long. her lips still faintly swollen after being on his lap for ten minutes, making out as if they didn’t have deadlines to meet.

“kuroo-san… we should get back to the documents,” she starts, taking a step towards him, “i found a clause that won’t benefit–”

“later.”

his tone is curt and emotionless, his eyes taking up your features as he guides you further into the meeting room. yuko halts her steps, the single word causing a blow to her pride and ego as he dismisses her so carelessly, as if he hadn't been murmuring praises against her lips minutes ago.

you barely catch a glance at the woman that seems to be working with your husband on an important project, making you frown as you realize you’re probably imposing and taking up time of his already busy schedule. 

"tetsu, i’m so sorry for disturbing the office. i figured that, with the end of the year approaching and things getting hectic, a decent meal would cheer up the spirits."

"don’t. you're an angel." he cups your face in his hands and the look in his eyes eases your worries, "wish I could have you here next to me every day." 

his gaze brims with genuine love, the smitten look melting the hearts of those who witness it. with a soft peck on the lips, he asks you to hold on, hurrying to his office and walking past yuko without even sparing her a glance. he comes back with his belongings and a huge grin. 

“what are you–”

“let’s get outta here,” he grabs your hand and starts dragging you to the elevator, one of his hands on your waist as he pulls you towards his chest and the other making a sign to one of his coworkers, "i’m leaving! gotta keep my mrs. happy!"

[flwrcyt]

𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬！

𝗳𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗿𝗼 𝗺𝗲𝗴𝘂𝗺𝗶 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

Megumi has been counting the many times the train keeps bumping, causing you to almost fall everytime, fifth time was his last straw.

"Hold onto these handlebars, they're there for a reason." He grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance

"Can't, they're too tall for me" you replied, innocently batting your lashes up to him with a small grin, knowing damn well you just wanted him to hold you

Megumi lets out a frustrated sigh, it's not like he had just knew you yesterday, you both have been dating for 5 months, he knows you goddamn too well

Not wanting to make it harder, megumi obliges, gently gripping you by the waist and pulling you closer to him. You nuzzled into his chest, giggling.

"sighs, you're so lucky i love you" he whispers, kissing your forehead

inspired by this cai bot! <3

[flwrcyt]

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hi my name's jia ! i write for fun so i'm not quite active. . [ masterlist ]

[flwrcyt]

seeing yuta in the pfp made me feel like this fits yuta

sometimes all you need is to tease a whiny boy. you flaunt your body in front of himinviting him to get his way with you. but he insists that he has to study. he tries to focus but your moans can't get him to focus. he turns to look at you just to see you on the bed, ass up and your pussy on full display.

"stop acting like that." he says sternly. don't get me wrong, he loves you dearly, but you're acting too slutty for him. it's making him hard, the idea of you taking the lead and bouncing on his cock until he's dry of cum. you turn around to flaunt your pussy at him. your boobs are pressed together, making him salivate. you put your hands on your lower tummy right above your mound. his eyes widen when he sees you doing a heart with your hands right above your pussy.

"fill the heart." you say happily. he feels proud at that moment. he knows that he's big and that he makes your stomach bulge everytime he fucks into you.

"which one?" he asks, "the one you're doing right now or the pulsing heart down here?"

he motions to your pulsing pussy which is already leaking all over the sheets. you smile cheekily at him.

"you're a smart boy, so you're gonna find a way how to fill both."

[flwrcyt]

wanna write middle eastern prince!alhitham but idek honestly

[flwrcyt]

𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

𝗜𝘁𝗼𝘀𝗵𝗶 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

You stood in the middle of them helplessly, unsure how you got into this mess yet again when you're so sure that you've avoided any route to bump into any of the Itoshis.

"Let go of her! she wants to spend time with me!" Rin hisses at his brother, he just couldn't understand why his dumbass of a brother is still trying to fight when you obviously loves rinnie more!

"Calm down Rin, you're ripping her arms out" Sae said with a hint of annoyance in his tone, despite his words, he's just the same with Rin, gripping your arms tightly. To him, you deserve someone more mature like him, unlike his younger brother

"Guys, please— you're both hurting my arms" the both of them immediately loosen their grip, not wanting to hurt you, you're so precious to them, how could they hurt you?

"I'm sorry y/n, i promise I'll be better than him" Rin promises while giving you his apologetic eyes, gently stroking your arms to soothe it

"I'm sorry y/n, but you know I'm better than him" Sae says with an arrogant tone. Unlike Rin, he presses a gentle kiss on your wrist to soothe the part that he pulled

"Don't worry, I feel you're both lovely in your own, special way" you assured with the sweet smile that they oh-so love, their lips agape at how sweet and loving you sound and look.

But your words isn't assuring enough, both brothers stilk think they need to be better than the other, because afterall... they're here to have you as their own, not to share you.

Oh well, guess they'll have to try harder

a/n: this is to make up for the one ask i lost ack I'm so sorry anon🥹