#(ty ty ty ty ty ty . literally wouldn't write without u)

[inkskinned]

did you really let them ruin that for you?

when i was younger i worked on a farm for 3 years. during late july and august we would have unfettered access to the strawberry plots. they were all warm and ripe and fresh. i think i ate a pound of dirt back then. i think i picked enough seeds out of my teeth to build a temple. the summer hours are long; i'd come home with the bruising stain of juice running in a seam along my cheeks and fingers and jaw.

why didn't you protect your precious things from other people? you knew this could happen.

i can't eat strawberries from the store anymore, they don't taste right. something about the florescent lights and the chill of them and the way they are absent from the vine. they feel bleached and bland, a wasted party dress. i watch other people eat strawberries and miss enjoying them. none of the store-bought strawberries will have mold or bugs, okay. they will be big and bright red and perfectly shaped. but they are not the ugly and real strawberries of my summer, awarded by the soil and the hot sun up ahead and hours spent crouched, plucking.

i didn't mean to let it get ruined. i wish it hadn't been. i miss having it. but i came back to it afterward and it just wasn't the same as it had been. i know love is never wasted. but it feels like - love did this. it's not that i never loved it, you know? it's that i did.

[soleilnomoon]

Prompt: “I don’t like them; I can barely tolerate them.” for Abarai Renji. Once again, I leave it up to you what you wanna do (but maybe enemies to lovers) Yes, I might be on a little Bleach binge right now but it's okay you like it. kiss kiss

*hides face* ok, ok, ok, hear me out, let's pretend i didn't take *insert accurate length of time here* and say i wrote this in a few days. i am so sorry i took forever and ever with this but as u know i can only give u top quality work or else i'll never forgive myself. renji is.......well *motions to him* yk how that man is, he made me suffer!!!! in a good way!!! but still i suffered!!! yk how much i love enemies 2 lovers u big brained beauty 🤭 so ty baby❤️️ also this is my first renji fic and i can't belev it.

5.2k words (don't look at me, just don't), fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni, enemies 2 lovers, angst city, angst angst city biiiitch (yk the vibez babey), smut obviously, no fluff bc who do u think i am? feat. renji being a mean petty bitch (i guess that makes him a mean dom maybe yes), sub reader bc that's what i want; there's a party with alcohol, ichigo and co. make brief appearances, bathroom sex, choking (he's sf romantic), a lot of cursing bc they're grown that's why, renji is a beast when he's jealous, reader is a lil bit of a brat but lbr who wouldn't be in that situation; mutual ""unrequited"" pining, lots of tension, fingering, rough (consensual) sex, lil bit of degradation, lil bit of a size kink, lil bit of praise kink, idk there's probably more stuff but i'm so tired rn i can't think; um renji obviously comes w his own gd warning; reader is determined to not let this man win but, hello, it's renji he always comes out on top wink wink. (if u see spelling errors/mistakes no u didn't hottie)

“when i write about all of this it becomes its own kind of violence. / i retell the story as myth, as if it were my own body devoured.” — caitlin scarano & “so much of love is violence. the desire / to be split open, invaded, mangled / and made new.” — erin slaughter

HATRED X TASTES X SWEET

you’ve never been cut out for this line of work, but your insistence on eliminating all your shortcomings is commendable. brave, even. it’s something you don’t really think about unless you want to spend the night half-drunk, rambling about the things you should’ve done but never had the courage to do.

like telling a certain red-haired, bullheaded lieutenant that he’s the most ridiculous and excessively arrogant man you’ve ever come across. all in all, you’re pretty sure telling him off won’t phase him; nothing ever does, not really anyway.

at first you try politeness; your grandmother would be proud of how well you’ve learned to bite your tongue. it’s ungraceful, but you fake it well enough that others think your emotional maturity is far above theirs. little do they know, you actually have to literally bite your tongue; simply remaining silent isn’t easy for you anymore. so, when you bite, it’s with rage, months of unshed tears and accumulated spite; you bite your tongue so hard you bleed more every time.

your unsaid words bunch together — tiny soldiers determined to strike in unison without fail — and sit heavily in the back of your throat, ready to launch forward at your command.

but you never say them, and you choke more than once; an unbearable shame to carry with you as he continues to slash at your patience, thin ribbons cascading off you like confetti. you wonder if your anger will lead to your death— or if it’ll lead to his. you intend to keep all of that hidden, though, and keep reminding yourself that eventually he will tire from berating you, from talking to you as if you’re the most incompetent being in all of soul society, from looking at you like your very being disgusts him.

that’s what you tell yourself these days. you like to conveniently ignore the way his dark eyes linger on yours during meetings — you’ve noticed that people have taken to describing them as soulless, cold and critical, unimpressed at everything and anyone.

but you see him — all of him; the raw, feral, powerful and severe side that not many have the misfortune of knowing. they think they get the real version of renji whenever they deal with him, but they never do; you know that now. you doubt it’s even intentional on his part, or maybe — just maybe — he really does hate you.

to put it plainly, as you’ve told rukia and rangiku, the sixth division lieutenant has the biggest fucking chip on his shoulder. despite the walls he continues to put up to keep others from carving out a place for themselves in his life, despite the way his words roll around his mouth, clumsily coasting down the length of his tongue before they pierce the air around you with their toxicity — you’re tired of the way he purposely singles you out time and time again to point out your inadequacies without remorse.

abarai renji is also sick of dealing with you. whenever he thinks he’s found a means of scaring you off, you scurry right back more determined and more obnoxious than ever. which is rich, coming from him.

he claims you’re inconsequential, a nuisance — a pest, even — one that he intends to get rid of permanently. it’s harsh and he’s more than aware of that, but he finds that this is the most appropriate solution to his problem. he could easily ignore you; he could try to keep his comments to himself and try to be somewhat cordial whenever you cross paths. but he won’t. and he has no damn idea why.

“no, no come in, i have plenty of snacks for everyone.”

rukia’s voice is a constant in his life that he’ll always be thankful for. he watches her glide into the room, grinning at the friends she’s invited over, her laughter like soft bells that is easily recognizable even with all the conversation happening. when he feels his chest constrict, an uncomfortable, yet familiar warmth stretching over his skin, he decides to drink so that he can ignore the sensation and forget.

a feeble attempt, because he knows how this will all end — with him drunk off his ass in an even worse mood than he started.

mouth opening, renji prepares to tell rukia to get better sake, when rangiku leads you into the living room where he’s lounging comfortably. the bottle in his hand grows heavier by the second and suddenly he’s not very interested in drinking anymore. already, his foul mood from earlier returns, and every step you take only fuels his irritation; it bubbles underneath his skin, making him frown and grip the bottle tighter.

you don’t need to look at him to know that he’s glaring at you — he always is. rangiku feigns obliviousness as she encourages you to go make yourself comfortable while she fetches snacks with rukia. you stare at both of them, wide-eyed, confused — a pleading look sliding onto your face after a few moments, but they assure you both that they’ll be back shortly.

with a sigh you sit on the armchair adjacent to him, determined to just remain quiet in the hopes that he’ll just ignore you for once. sitting up straight, discomfort finds its way to the pit of your stomach, swirling around as you fidget with the bracelet around your wrist. his eyes watch your movements with an obsessiveness that startles him; there’s no reason why he should be interested in the shape of your fingers, there’s no reason why he should be interested in the way you keep brushing stray curls away from your face, and there’s no reason why he should be interested in possibly fucking you when he knows for a fact that he is absolutely uninterested in you.

his disinterest runs so deep it spoils the taste of the sake, but he takes another swig anyway. the alcohol burns as it travels swiftly down his throat, and it just so happens that you glance over at him — innocuous, an attempt to gauge his annoyance level — as his throat bobs and your mouth dries at the sight.

you turn your face away quickly, a traitorous flush crawling slowly along your skin, unjustly warming your cheeks. inhaling deeply, you do your best to will the blush away to no avail. where the hell are rukia and rangiku? surely it can’t take that long to grab snacks. you’re tempted to go find them, but you have a sinking feeling that it would turn you into a coward.

and you refuse to give that man any more ammo against you.

IT’S X (NOT) X YOU

what initially starts as a small get-together, quickly turns into a party; leave it to rangiku to liven things up, her laughter infectious and whimsical, flitting about like a persistent hummingbird as she encourages everyone to play drinking games with her. experience taught him better than to engage because despite his high tolerance, there’s really no beating rangiku when she’s on a roll.

but when you emphatically agree to play with the rest, fury rises in his chest; your audacity, it seems, knows no bounds — and, yes, he understands the hypocrisy in his critique. he just doesn’t care.

the games are every bit as simple and ridiculous as you thought they’d be, but as everyone seems to be in relatively good spirits, you play along. not normally competitive with things like this, you get into the swing of things when you win round after round.

cheers resound nearby at your success, but throughout the evening, you feel renji’s stare and do everything in your power to not give in and look back at him. a tough feat to say the least, as you are always acutely aware of his presence; and when you do happen to sneak another glance, his legs are spread and you curse under your breath for finding that attractive.

foolish, you chide, so fucking foolish.

renji sucks his teeth as he feels a heaviness in his head; groaning loudly he swirls around what little sake he has left in his glass before finishing it.

“you lose again,” rukia’s voice is soft and teasing, but he’s annoyed and can’t be bothered with talking to her right now. she pats his shoulder gingerly before standing up to head to the kitchen. his mind is a mess and he blames you for it completely.

“i don’t fucking care,” he says gruffly to her retreating figure, not bothering to elevate his voice as he’s sure she heard him. and he really doesn’t care; he’s trying to tell himself to calm down, but he can’t.

the fault completely lies with you — of course it does, everything you do agitates every cell in his body. the reason is simple, and he hates that he doesn’t want to admit it — he’s so undeniably attracted to you that it pisses him off. he takes in your appearance for the twelfth time that night, admiring the softness of your cheeks, the fullness of your lips, the way you seem entirely too animated as you laugh at someone’s lame joke — and yes, he can tell it’s not funny from how your laughter dies down after a few seconds.

if he had better sense, he’d stop looking at you, but he can’t now; he might blame the sake for this later.

the intensity behind his gaze is enough to bring an inextinguishable heat along your skin. it’s only unpleasant because it travels down to your lower abdomen and brings about an agonizing ache between your thighs. at first, you do the sensible thing and ignore it; but the longer he stares, the more you want to look over, until finally you can’t take it anymore.

“i’ll be back,” you mumble to the other guests, although you doubt they hear you with how rowdy everyone is being; the noise isn’t unwelcomed, the distraction serves to mask your footsteps when you scurry from the living room to the back corridor, turning corner after corner until you find the bathroom.

a coward — that’s what you are.

you barricade yourself in there without thinking, heart pounding loud enough to disorient you. after several long minutes, you splash water on your face and take a few deep breaths.

“i can’t believe i ran away,” your voice is so soft you barely hear the words — almost as if you’re still in disbelief over the entire situation. there’s something off about renji tonight; the tension between you was more palatable and tangible than normal.

even though you feigned nonchalance as best as you could, there were so many moments where you couldn’t help but watch him too. pitiful. absolutely pitiful. there’s no excuse for it, and yet you struggle to find one anyway.

as you look at your reflection in the mirror above the sink, you try to convince yourself to head back out there. sooner or later, people will realize that you’ve gone missing — and rangiku is nosy enough and like a bloodhound when she’s drunk. your time is incredibly limited now.

there’s no reason for you to continue to avoid the inevitable, so you sigh and give yourself a small pep talk before heading back outside.

TRUTH X OR X …

renji’s mood doesn’t improve at all; in fact, it worsens the moment ichigo sits right next to him. he’s not even sure why this sets him off, but even closing his eyes and counting backwards does nothing to keep him calm.

with slight difficulty, renji grits out, “what do you want?”

undeterred, ichigo stares at renji pointedly, voice steady as he says, “you could go after her, you know.”

again, renji sucks his teeth loudly, arms folded against his chest, right leg bouncing slightly as he taps his foot on the floor. punching ichigo would be pointless, and then rukia would get involved and he doesn’t have time to deal with the fallout from that so he keeps his hands to himself.

besides, his anger is obviously misdirected right now. he knows — he knows —but he doesn’t care, so he doesn’t mince his words when he responds with, “go after who?” through his peripheral, he can see ichigo’s patience has also reached its limit.

“you’re not that stupid, so stop acting like it.”

normally, renji would take the opportunity to mes s around and argue back and forth, but he might actually fight his friend if he doesn’t walk away. so, he does; abrupt and without looking back, footsteps heavy on the hardwood floor.

maybe he just needs to change his approach with you, maybe talking things out would work in his favor; or maybe he needs to fuck you hard enough to purge you from his mind.

he lies to himself when he considers the first option, because it’s the second option that drives him to walk a little faster, head full of impossible thoughts as he wonders just how far you’d let him go.

when renji finally finds you, you’re in the middle of rebuffing the advances of an unfamiliar guest — they’re drunk, handsy, and keep oscillating between giving you cheesy pick-up lines and berating you for rejecting them. but you stand firm, and your voice is relatively loud when you tell them, “for the last fucking time, go away.”

under normal circumstances, renji would let you handle this yourself; he has no desire to play prince charming or be a knight in shining armor. you’re more than capable, and he’s seen the way you fight and argue to defend yourself — but, it’s when they place a wandering hand on your hip that he loses sight of all of that.

a brief moment passes, where your blood boils as you contemplate how best to kick their ass, but you never get the chance. a rather large shadow hovers over you both, but you already know who it is without having to look properly.

renji is a force to be reckoned with on a good day, but he’s at his fucking limit right now.

he doesn’t ask, doesn’t give any options for retreat, doesn’t say a word when he yanks them off with a brute strength that surprises even you.

now, can he really be blamed for throwing them into the neighboring wall hard enough to make a noticeable hole? and is it really his fault that the drunk can hardly walk as they clutch their broken arm while murmuring something unintelligible, something that renji takes as a sign of them wanting a repeat demonstration?

consequences be damned, he gives the drunk a lethal look before they scramble away in fear.

“loser,” he says loud enough for them to hear, but they don’t double back or even try to go toe-to-toe with the hot-headed lieutenant. you watch, half-amused and half-impressed with the unnecessary machismo, but still, you know better than to chastise him right now, especially when your heart sputters out of control from his proximity.

“…thanks,” you say, a faint flush on your cheeks, voice soft, head fuzzy when you realize that renji — aka mr. “i’ll fight you on everything any day of the week unprovoked for no reason other than to drive you crazy” — saved you. unprompted at that.

you make the mistake of looking up at him, your nerves prompting you to take a small step back when you realize that the usual hostility that renji reserves for you specifically is nowhere to be found. in its place is something more unreadable — or, rather, you don’t want to read into it for fear of being wrong.

renji steps closer, which makes you back up again until your back hits the wall and you’re no longer able to escape.

“we need to talk,” he says suddenly, but you shake your head, non-verbally objecting to the idea, curls bouncing wildly with your exaggerated movements. since he knows he’s pressed for time, he grabs your face with his large hand and stops you from moving. “that wasn’t a request.”

swallowing rusty nails would be better than dealing with your conflicting feelings over renji right now, because he’s much too close to you and now you’re forgetting why it is you hate him in the first place. ironically, he’s in the exact same position. so far, he’s acted on impulse over you more times than he can count tonight, but he supposes that’s to be expected — you are a wildcard, after all.

“what if i don’t want to.” your response is clumsy, the words tumbling one after the other. “what if i want you to leave?” you don’t actually mean that, but you throw it at him anyway, to see if maybe this was all a fluke, and maybe, just maybe he’ll remember himself and you both can go back to fighting like usual.

he considers your question, goes so far as to release your face to wrap his hand around your throat instead. your sharp inhale and parted lips tell him all he needs to know.

with a slightly raised brow, he asks, “well, do you?”

because if you do, he’ll walk away right now. but he knows what your answer will be, he just has to drag it out of you. he squeezes your neck to remind you to hurry it up, and before you can answer him properly, he places his leg in between yours, pressing close enough that you roll your hips forward while whimpering softly.

he really didn’t think any of this through, but luckily the adrenaline from it all won’t wear off anytime soon, so he’ll improvise along the way. he spent most of the night dealing with a semi-hard cock that wouldn’t listen to reason no matter how many times he tried to stop thinking about you. but now? all of that restraint goes out of the window, and before he can question it, he kisses you.

you’ve kissed plenty of people in your life — some good, most were mediocre and uninspiring — but renji actually takes your breath away. everything about him commands all your attention; from the way his lips move against yours greedily, leaving behind burning kisses that make your nipples harden underneath your clothes — to the way he thrusts his tongue in between your plush lips, licking inside of your mouth hotly, igniting an inextinguishable flame deep inside of you.

he grabs your hip with his free hand, squeezing hard, fingers digging firmly. all the irritation from earlier dissipates completely, leaving you feeling lightheaded and needy; you grind against him recklessly, arousal dampening the front of your panties, clit sensitive as it rubs against the delicate fabric. his cock presses against you — thick, long, and hard — and you wonder if this is why he’s so angry with you all the time.

was it always that simple?

if you asked the question aloud, he wouldn’t know what to tell you — it’s a combination of things, but mostly he’s an idiot; he knows that now, but likewise you’re an idiot too. you just don’t realize it yet.

it’s renji who pulls away first, lightly panting, breath warm against your lips as he releases his hold on your neck. he doesn’t know where he finds the strength to string together a coherent statement, but his voice is low and husky when he speaks. “answer my question.”

you blink at him, completely in a daze, lips slightly swollen from all the kissing. “wh-what?” you don’t remember what he asked you, and you don’t care.

“do you want me to leave?”

for some reason, you completely forgot that you told him that. you rub your lips together and run your hands along his chest. “no.” the answer comes out automatically, without hesitation, and that’s all the encouragement he needs.

“good.”

SAY X IT X LOUDER

he picks you up with ease, almost as if you weigh nothing; a small squeal spills out of you as you wrap your legs around his waist, and renji gives you a sly smile — one laced with mischief and an unspoken promise of what’s to come.

you’re back in the bathroom again, this time sitting on the counter with renji standing in between your legs. his hands coast along your curvy hips and down your thighs. he’s touching you but he’s not touching you and it’s driving you crazy.

with hurried, eager hands you both undress, and for the umpteenth time you internally curse this style of uniform; still, it doesn’t take too long before his hands are on you again, calloused palms rough and warm against your skin. he places a kiss on your jaw, then another on your neck right underneath your earlobe; each kiss he leaves behind distorts your common sense, makes you feel irrational and impatient. your hands are soft and well-practiced, stroking his stiff cock as his hips jerk forward from your touch.

he can’t remember the last time someone had him this worked up, which pisses him off a little; because that means him fucking you once won’t settle things. at that thought, renji bites your neck and your startled yelp quickly morphs into a moan when he runs his tongue along the mark. he dips his hand in between your thighs, rubbing his thick fingers against your slit. a loud banging on the door has you looking over, and you can’t remember if he bothered to lock it once you both were inside.

your attention nearly falters, but when he pinches your clit you buck your hips, a shiver shooting down your spine at the slight pain.

“eyes on me,” is all he says, seemingly annoyed that you would dare to focus your attention elsewhere, “always keep them on me.” what he means by that, he doesn’t know, but you take the command at face value and nod while swallowing. he slides a finger inside of your wet pussy, and while you initially wanted to keep quiet to avoid suspicion and to prevent anyone from intruding, but you can’t now.

“renji,” you breathe, fingers trembling as you hold onto the counter for support, he thrusts his finger in and out, quick and hard, before inserting another. you clench around him, hips rocking forward as he fingerfucks you and grinds his palm against your clit. you close your eyes and moan louder than you mean to, chest heaving, thoughts jumbled and incoherent. he scissors his fingers inside of you, but quickly removes them without prompting.

“fuck!” you open your eyes again and stare at him in disbelief. “why did you stop?”

he laughs darkly and grabs your face roughly, fingers pressing into your soft skin without remorse. “what did i tell you earlier?” everything about this situation is laughable. he gave you very specific instructions, ones he thought were easy enough for you to follow. for some reason your movements are sluggish, mind in a haze as you scramble to remember but nothing comes to mind.

as you open and close your mouth, looking every bit as adorable as you are alluring, he decides to show you a bit of kindness.

“get down.” his command comes swift, his patience practically nonexistent; precum glides down the head of his thick cock, but he ignores it for the sake of teaching you a lesson. you don’t bother waiting for him to repeat himself and slide off the counter. “turn around.”

like a doll, your movements are dictated by renji with simple, short statements. nothing about that phases you, though; it’s all very exciting, so when you do turn to face the counter, you bend forward and lean over the counter. renji admires the roundness of your ass and slaps it hard.

again, you find yourself moaning loudly, without shame and not caring about the volume of your voice. surely the others won’t pay attention, as they’re still very drunk and are entertaining themselves with more games. another slap on your ass has you grabbing onto the counter again, legs shaking, arousal dripping between your thighs in anticipation. if renji doesn’t fuck you soon, you might actually die.

he knows he’s taking too damn long, but it’s much more interesting making you work for him. he rubs the tip of his cock against your puffy pussy, gliding it in between your slick folds, your moans sweetly wrapping around him once he pushes inside of you slowly. someone bangs on the door again, making you look over, anxiety quickly filling your head with unnecessary what ifs that almost command your full attention.

with narrowed eyes, renji grabs onto your hair, curls soft in his hand, and yanks hard.

“the fuck did i say earlier?”

goosebumps travel down your arms as a different kind of awareness and clarity surges through you quickly. you blink at your reflection, watching the way he towers over you, his muscles hard and defined — sculpted from years of training and dedication to honing his skills. it hits you then, what he’s really asking you.

“to,” you swallow thickly, throat dry, “to keep my eyes on you always.” you say it all in one breath, gasping when he runs his tongue along the curve of your ear. you don’t know how much more you can take, but you know if you complain, if you say anything he might stop altogether.

renji’s smile is wicked and dark, his lips graze your earlobe, voice deep and gravelly, a huskiness that wasn’t there before as he thrusts into you, burying his cock deeply.

“good girl.”

he refrains from kissing you properly, instead pushing you down so you can lean over the counter again. your mind melts from it all, and you’re panting, heart beating faster and faster as he firmly places a hand on your back.

“you’re squeezing me so tight,” he remarks thoughtfully, although you note the slight strain in his voice; as much as he tries to act like he’s not that affected by you, you know that isn’t the case at all. your pussy is every bit as enticing and heavenly as he knew it would be; he pulls back and slams his cock into you all over again, filling you completely. you try to keep watching him in the mirror, but he’s fucking you like he’s angry with himself for being so attracted to you.

and he absolutely is. it’s a truth he fought against for so long that he’s given up on denying it now. your moans drip onto his skin like caramel, sticky and sweet, and when you say his name like that — your voice going higher and higher from the ferocity of his thrusts — he nearly loses his mind.

“fuck,” he says out loud, grabbing your hip roughly, your wetness coating the length of his cock, “you’re taking me so well.” he knows you can’t really answer him, and he likes that; you’re beyond caring at this point, instead focusing on the way his cock reaches a spot that has you bouncing your ass and fucking yourself against him. normally, renji would play around and edge you in retaliation, but he’s too far gone, completely under the spell of your pretty pussy, with how soft and tight it is.

you’re not sure how you got here, but you’re drowning in ecstasy right now. he instructs you to lift your leg to rest it onto the counter, pulling out momentarily to help you position and spread your legs further apart. he plunges his cock into you again, keeping his hips closer as he gives you shorter, frenzied thrusts. your head spins and you can’t think straight, but that doesn’t matter. all you care about is the way renji is angling his hips, rolling them forward to pound into your cunt roughly, balls heavy as they smack against your ass.

“oh, oh, oh.” you swear your life flashes before your eyes, because something possesses him, his strokes shorter, brutal, and frenetic. drool slides down your chin, your voice hoarse from how loud you’ve been. you’re sure someone’s heard you by now, but you don’t care.

how can you?

with renji fucking you like this — merciless and possessive, fingers brusing your skin, almost as if he wants to make sure you’ll be as obsessed with him as he is with you — your common decency, your morals, everything that makes you you, they don’t exist.

all that’s left is this burning desire to let him have his way with you for as long as he wants. thankfully, you have enough sense to not admit that out loud; who knows what kind smugness you’ll be subjected to if renji knew.

but you’re pretty damn transparent about it, he can tell from the way you can’t stop clenching your pussy around his cock, from how your pussy makes loud, lewd squelching noises — ones that he’ll commit to memory so he can revisit them from time to time.

tears roll down your cheeks and you sob as you hold onto the counter as best as you can, back arching, hips rocking against him with a neediness you never knew you had. there’s a tightening in your stomach and your pulse skyrocketing as a flash of white practically blinds you. he watches the way your pussy keeps swallowing the length of his cock, and you finally fall over the edge, orgasm suffocating you with its intensity.

your cunt flutters around him, gummy walls soft and hypnotic, an addiction he never thought he’d have; breathing heavily, his muscles tense and renji groans something that suspiciously sounds like your name. the thought alone makes your face burn and warms your chest in a way that doesn’t make sense. and when he finally cums, he humps into you, cum thick and hot as it spills inside your pussy, mixing with your slick wetness. a completely messy affair, but he doesn’t care — it’s not his bathroom, after all.

legs trembling, you’re limp and incapable of movement, whimpering and whining until he finally pulls out of you.

renji runs a hand down his face, feeling spent but more than satisfied. suddenly his shoulders aren’t so tight and tense, and his mood is much more tolerable. you do your best to stand but almost fall — your legs are useless, turned to jelly because of the man behind you. he chuckles at that, then clears his throat once he realizes. he fully expected there to be a moment of awkwardness after, but it never comes. when he sees your face — lips bruised and swollen, face flushed, eyes glazed with a faraway look — he feels compelled to kiss you again. so, he does. it’s not sweet, nor is it tender, but it still makes your heart swell all the same. he holds you close as you wrap your arms around his neck, doing your best to keep standing, even though your legs are ready to give out.

you don’t know exactly what any of this means, but you do understand him a bit better now. he’s terrible with expressing himself, but you kind of like that about him; and maybe this isn’t the healthiest relationship, but life was uncertain and you’d take renji fucking you like it’s his last day alive over him openly hating you any day.

[sockiestupidity]

BRO IM SO SORRY FOR DOING SO KUCH ANGST HSHSHDJFND

Thinking abt reader and Miguel having a movie night, and reader just like falls asleep on miguel, and when miguel goes to bring them to their bed reader is just not having it. They don’t let go and it results in Miguel and reader falling asleep and cuddling together or smthn

-🕸️

lob u 🕸️ u can never do any wrongs🥰🥰🥰/p (literally say that i lob everyone so just feel free to tell me if ur uncomfy with it and ill edit it out)

TY FOR THE REQUEST TEHE🥰

also forgive me for the lack of title😰

warnings-none except for bad writing, and lowercase intended, VERY OOC MIGUEL

nonverbal/mute reader as always

none of this will probably make sense bc i wrote it while sleep deprived🧍‍♂️(pulled too many all nighters by being addicted to character ai) (legit so tired rn)

it was friday night, you and miguel had decided to have a movie night.

the two of you currently sat on the couch, watching lego batman after you kad lyla give him a powerpoint on why the lego batman movie was a cinematic masterpiece that he was missing out on.

it was all going well, the two of you shared snacks and popcorn. you sipped on your drink of choice.

you smiled contently but then judgementally side eyed miguel who complained that lego spiderman deserved a movie over lego batman.

you were hogging the blanket to yourself because miguel claimed that he didn't need it because he was naturally warm.

you shrugged your shoulders at his statement. the warmth of the blanket felt...comforting, and soon enough, you felt your eyes droop, and your head became heavy.

suddenly miguel felt a warmth on his lap. he looked down and chuckled. you fell asleep on his lap, a small smile was brought to his face at your adorable sleeping expression.

"alright kid, time to go to bed." he lifted you up, but then stopped when he felt something hit him. it was your hand. you had started thrashing in protest.

"kid..you need to go to your room.." he explained gently. you let out a whine.

he groaned at your protest and set you back down on the couch. as soon as he did you protest stopped.

he rolled his eyes and placed you back on the couch, sitting himself back down as well, since he was planning of finishing the movie after putting you to sleep anyways. he hated to admit it but, the kivie was pretty good.

he adjusted the volume down to make sure that it wouldn't disturb you. soon enough, he felt his own eyelids get heavy, and fell asleep next to you.

the two of you peacefully slept until the morning. miguel woke up, confusion and annoyance clouding his vision. why did he feel so warm? and why were there so many spider people surrounding him?

he groaned, and looked around, surprised to see you cuddled into him, still sleeping peacefully. he lightly smiled. his serenity was soon ruined once again when peter b. shoved a phone in his face.

"migs im taking so many pics of this right now" peter childishly laughed, excited to finally have blackmail on miguel.

miguel rolled his eyes and scoffed "whatever" he looked back at you. he was surprised to see that you were still peacefully sleeping despite the commotion.

he covered your ears and then spoke out sternly to the spiders "alright, everybody out right now" he barked at them. the spiderpeople paled and ran out. he looks down at you and smiles softly, uncovering your ears.

by some miracle, you managed to sleep through the commotion. he looks down and sighs, he needs to get up. he poorly attempts to leave his spot without disturbing you but it seems impossible.

he shakes you gently "hey kid..i need you to wake up" he says softly.

you wake up with a yawn, stretching out your arms and then signing a quick sorry to him.

he just smiles at you "it's alright kid" he says.

its almost...weird to see miguel like this.. with a smile on his face, not having work on his mind for once in his life. you want to continue to see him this happy. "i have leftover empanadas if you want some" you sign, offering him some of his favorite food.

he nods "sure kid". the two of you happily eat empanadas together, stuck in your own little world.

A/N: meanwhile somewhere out there miles is just like-tf? why cant that be me?💀

ANYWAYS ITS RLLY SHORT SORRY. IM GENUINELY SO DELULU FOR HIM BUT MY BRAIN HAS BEEN MORE EMPTY THAN USUAL

[lunart-06]

Good day, I have a request to make regarding your current ao3 that you wrote.

Ok imma stop with the fancy English. I read your ao3 titled "there was nothing left for me" and absolutely adored it so I want to ask if you could write a good ending.

Like when izuru was outside talking about how unpredictable the ocean is and no amount of luck will ever bring makoto back, immediately he said that, up in the sky, is it a bird? Is it a plane? No! Its a heavily damaged helicopter hurdling towards him at mach 4. The helicopter crashes right next to him with rubble from the helicopter flying everywhere without hitting him. His curiosity gets the best of him and you'll never guess what he finds inside. A very beaten up and bloody scars makoto who looks like his on the brink of death.

That was the idea I've been brainstorming ever since I finished ur fic. So thanks for reading and incase u actually take this into consideration (I'll be very glad if u do) please take your time I don't mind waiting

(Ur fic has done crazy stuff to me like once in every 10 scenario sessions I have it's based on this fanfic Thank you so much for writing it)

ARCK TY SM!!!! That fic was the only thing that made me feel like I can't possibly write anything close to that quality anymore and needed to get more deeply into my zone but I'm glad you liked it!!!

And for the ending, it was extremely inte ded for me to make a very open-like kinda ending to ensure something like these! You can imagine ANY scenarios regarding of what happened and with the kind of ending I go for COULD lead to tons of possibilities!

It could be Kamukura destroying the foundation and still feeling empty inside, or who knows maybe he find Makoto's coffin while at it? Or maybe Makoto is *still* alive yet just wandering aimlessly after escaping and tricking everyone of his death? Who knows who knows, that's what fun about them!

And to indulged in your one of many scenarios of ending for this fic.

Kamukura wouldn't pay attention to anything else, as said, the agonizing turmoil crashing on everything he had build up for. But he *does* aware of the sound above him, and just like that his ultimate talents switched without command and stood aside a few good feet away, in a certain spot, as a vehicle crash down next to him.

I don't believe Makoto could even still be standing after surviving an execution from *Munakata* of all things, that man won't let him breath. So in this case, some of his other friends and sister had helped him out of the dire situation. Judging from Byakuya's scowl towards Hagakure it seems that it was the teller's responsibility in controlling the helicopter, but knowing Byakuya's distrust over something so life-threatening to someone like Hagakure, it seem he was suppose to be temporarily held control over it until some *bad luck* happened.

Toko was there, Komaru was there, Byakuya left his knot tying rushed to go over to Hagakure, leaving the body—

The body that was still moving. *breathing*. Though shallow and slow, definitely in pain, slightly trembles perhaps from the large injuries and the shock from literally falling from the sky. The sight of it managed to make Kamujura's skin pricked, muscles tightening, and eyes frozen to one sight of one subject. Komaru calling onto the body she held is when Kamukura can feel the freezing water washed over him and wiped the toxins in every parts of his molecules.

"Makoto please hang on—"

Makoto. He can see it clearly now, the messy hair of brown with strands sticking out in multiple places, damped with sweat, paler than necessary to be consider healthy, the while shirt soaked with red, his whole figure is writhing as if cold and taking shallow breath as if drowning, he couldn't see the calming olive eyes when the lids clenched shut, eyebrows pinching together closely that the skin wrinkles, his teeth grits and released from pain and to breath, holding onto the major blow of the injuriy that could have really taken his life dearly.

"Kamukura?" The sister called out, and for once, he paid attention, "please— please, help him– help my brother please, h-he's—"

He doesn't let her finished before his whole body moved in instinct, swiftly picking the deathly cold body that's far more than Kamukura's own, and as he made contact with Makoto, he can feel multiple talents surge through him all at once; ultimate hunter checking any possible threat on his surroundings, ultimate bodybuilder to properly hold Makoto without shaking too much of his injuries, ultimate medic to check anymore major wound aside from the one Makoto covered.

And when Makoto finally squint an eye opened to stare directly on Kamukura's clouded crimson ones, smiling in a shaky manner with a relief undertone (for once, Kamukura *understood* that. Instead of *knowing*), he spoke, in an exhale, his voice whispered; "I..... tol' you.. that I'll–.... be......back..—"

And ultimate runner to quickly take Makoto back to the base of the island.

[womanpl3aser]

Abby Anderson x f!reader

this is only for fems. Men dni also underaged ppl.

Warning!: any sexual behavior. Everything u can think of (it's j that I'm lazy to write them all) but a slight warning that it has mentions of her reffering the strap as her own cock.

DO NOT COME ANY FURTHER THAN THIS IF YOU ARE A MAN OR A CHILD.

Sorry if i spelled something wrong! Now let's get back to the flesh.

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It was a Friday night. No work, patrols, infected around the area, just you and Abby.

You both had just started showering after a busy day of being out with Manny, Nora and Mel. Abby was the first one to get out of the shower with her silky wet hair being untied from a braid as the water drops were going down on the floor. She quickly grabbed a towel to dry herself so she could have her hair done by drying them and tying them in a messy bun just so she could impress YOU.

After 15 minutes you were also done from taking a shower. You slowly grabbed your own towel noticing Abby's wet footprints all the way to your bedroom. You silently giggled not thinking of it too much. You covered yourself with the tower tightly just so it wouldn't slip off, by the time you started walking and made your way to the bedroom you saw Abby laying on the bed listening to a band you both love.

She sees you with your wonderful black hair as the water drips and falls on ur shoulders making her smirk a bit. 'Dry yourself faster I need to show you something baby' she tells you hurriedly all of the sudden. So you clearly listen to her commands and do as she says by putting on a lingerie with some hella short shorts with a crop top that matched your pants.

I did what you told me to d— before you even finish the sentence she grabs you by the waist and throws you on the bed undressing you like a starved woman. You laugh a bit and tell her 'So that's what you were trying to "show me" this whole time huh?" You giggled and she playfully shrugged.

After she was done undressing you she was quick to admire your beauty when you were naked. She got on top of your hot body and whispered seductively in your ear saying 'I want to try another position on you my little whore. Don't try to deny it or else you will see.' You gulped in agony and didn't reply with anything, you just nodded. That's where a devious smile appeared on her face who nobody would've guessed what was on her little dirty mind.

'Good girl, such a little slut for me. Now bend over and show me that ass of yours.' You were responsive and got quickly on your stomach and arched your ass up just for her. The breeze in the air that touched your aching pussy craving her touch to be on your skin, mostly in your soft cunt made you shiver but she was quick to act. She got her clothes off and threw them carelessly on the floor and went over to the drawer to get a big red strap that she had bought without telling you. It caught you off guard and your eyes widened as she put it on and started rubbing it with some hem so it would slide in your unclothed dripping clit easier. She got closer to you rubbing some of the left over hem that she had on her hands in your pussy. You softly and quietly moaned but that 'soft and quiet' moan. Oh man it turned her even more on.

'You ready princess?' She asked you as she patted your ass before giving it a smack that would probably be seen for at least 3 days.

You answered with a 'mhm' which made Abby give you a small spank on the clit. You groaned and she was fast to grab you softly by the hair. 'Use that pretty mouth of yours to communicate with me baby girl.' She replied.

'Y-yes abs' You answered. After that moment she teased the tip of her cock on the opening of your cunt. You moaned and immediately after it she shoved it into your pussy. She had literally taken the words out of your mouth. She was being harsh with it, going in and out progressively faster each time, grabbing you by the tits and playing with them. One hand on your waist and one on both of your boobs squishing them together and playing with your nipples between her finger. You could feel her being so deep inside you, you couldn't even feel your sponge walls.

'A-ah A-bs.. baby d-dont stop..' you couldnt even speak from the enjoyment. Abby replied on purpose saying she didn't hear you but oh yes she indeed did. 'What'd you say m' lady?' She got deeper and pulled away from your boobs and placed her other palm on your ass. Feeling the strap tribbing on her clit. 'Omg A-abs I am about t-to come..' as she finally hit your g-spot.

'Don't worry this isn't the only round we're having sweetheart so you better cum on it on every single one of them.Hold on tight my nasty whore' she said as she slightly giggled while going faster in and out. Your stomach finally started to flip and your pretty hole instantly sucked the pre-cummed strap in. You let out a load moan which made Abby cover your mouth and give you kisses on the side of your sweaty neck to make those moans last longer. She said under her breathe 'Atta girl shshsh. As the night went on..

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Hope you guys liked it. It is my first time writing something like this but I promise I will improve.

#Abbyanderson #abbyxf!reader #Abby #tlou #lesbian #wlw #abbyandersonxreader

[aquamarixx]

OMGGG J READ BOTH THW TWINS STORIES AND THEYRE SO. GOOD!!!! ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡

thank u sososososo much amari!!!!!!!! sobbing my eyes out at klark’s and louter’s was also sooo cute and soooo in line w his character!!! couldn’t have asked for a better execution idk what u were worrying about (*´꒳`*) u rlly managed to get their nuances perfect i swear ur my go to writer

truly have no more words those fics left me yearning for more ur writing is ADDICTING!!! ty sososos much again!!! trust that whenever ur reqs r open ill def be sending in more frag mem and twin asks!! looking forward to more of ur twin writings (and frag mem and bllk in general too hehe)

~Anya

ANYAAAA OMG IM SO RELIEVED THAT YOU LIKED IT! MY POOR HEART

i enjoyed writing for the twins ngl, there's so much to explore in fragmem plus i just love the them both. i swear i was so worried making them ooc but im happy that it resonated with you! wouldn't be able to write this without your reqs!

when i saw your reqs, i literally dropped whatever i was writing and i just had to dive into writing the stella fics. feel free to send me reqs, always love hearing from you! thank you so much! (づ๑•ᴗ��๑)づ♡

[uravichii]

how they react when you try on clothes with them!

character/s: bakugo katsuki, todoroki shouto, kaminari denki, kirishima eijirou

genre: fluff, humor, a little suggestive, informal writing lmao, literally just them hyping u up (as they should 😡)

note/s: help i hate this but it's been sitting in my drafts since march 😟 anw we stan kirishima n shouto in this household thank yew

bakugo katsuki would (try to) remain nonchalant throughout the whole thing. he'll be on his phone the whole time, grumbling here and there, though you've caught him staring over his phone multiple times. when you struggle with zipping up dresses or tying belts, he'll just stare for a good five minutes before grabbing your waist and aggressively (without hurting you ofc) helps you with your clothes. he'd definitely tease you with, "up or down?" while having the zipper in his hand and resting his chin on your neck, peering over with a smirk. once katsuki decides to participate more, he commits. when he doesn't think the outfit suits you, he'd shoot endless insult and remarks on the clothes, never on you. in fact, you'll hear a lot of "no, not this. you're too good for this garbage of a scarf." "the fuck is this cardigan? ha?! you're too good for this shitー what are you so pretty for anyway?!"

kirishima eijiro would just be beaming at you the whole time. he doesn't even give actual feedback on anything, he's just thrilled to be there. you"ll hear a lot of "that's pretty!" "oooh nice!" other times he'll just give you the brightest smile and put up his thumbs like, "yes. 🤩👍‼️ we love that." he'll instantly offer to take photos of the outfits for you, though most of them ended up focused on your face, and barely the clothes. eijirou lives for the growing smile on your face the more he takes photos and compliments you. you don't know whether to fawn or get annoyed over that because now you have 30 photos of your face with nearly the same expression in each one and not one proper photo of your clothes. 😔

you trying on clothes with a kaminari denki is just chaos. like kirishima, he thinks you look good in everything except he's a lot louder about it. every outfit, every little accessory you add, he's cheering and clapping like a seal. "BABE, YOU LOOK AMAZING!" "YES, I LOVE THAT ONE" "SLAY 👹‼️" with little cheek and forehead kisses occasionally because other than screaming it, he doesn't know how else to deal with how gorgeous you look ! he'll actively insist on accessorizing you (if you're okay with it, doing your hair's his favorite) trying on clothes together and hyping each other up as loud as you can has now become the newest love language between you two.

todoroki shouto's a lot more peaceful than everyone else. he won't give much feedback except for, "you look beautiful, love." and "that one's nice, i think." but you can tell he enjoys being there. he'll instantly turn the other way when you change into another outfit and asks every time, his cheeks tinted pink, if you'd prefer him out of the room instead. when you walk up to him to clip his bangs with a hair pin that didn't match your outfit, he just lets you, later re-adjusting the tiny accessory so it wouldn't fall off. and just when you think your boyfriend couldn't get any cuter, a week later you're faced with a very enthusiastic shouto, showing you his pinterest account with tons of outfit ideas he saved specially for you.

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[mooodyblue]

can you do cg!austin and little!reader when she regresses out in public and no one knows abt it?

anon i hope u know i love u and ur big brain!! i was literally thinking about writing cg!austin 🥺 he'd be the sweetest caregiver idk. ty soooo much for the request, i hope u enjoy!!!

tired. | cg!austin x little!reader

warnings: little space, age regression, slight angst, anxiety

wc: 1.1k

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you'd mentally prepared yourself for this event for weeks. the moment austin invited you to some a-list event, you were filled with anxiety. you couldn't just say no, it would make austin happy and you obviously didn't want to disappoint him. but this event was the only thing on your mind. nobody knew who you were, you were just someone austin was dating. the thought of being surrounded with people you didn't know, who didn't know you, freaked you out.

"you still up for going tomorrow?" austin asked, getting into bed with you.

"yeah....yeah."

now you're here, standing in front of the mirror and giving yourself a much needed pep talk, trying to calm your nerves before austin could see you. but something was off, you didn't feel right. it was a feeling that you hadn't felt in a long time. however, you had people to impress and to be a great date for austin, so you held back those feelings as much as you could, brushing it off and telling yourself it's just anxiety. austin brushed off his sleeve as he walked into the room, smiling at you. "if i wasn't already dating you, i'd definitely be taking you home tonight."

you cracked a grin and laughed, feeling a bit more at ease. "you picked out a perfect dress."

he walked up to you, wrapping an arm around your waist. "i picked out the perfect girl." he brushed a strand of hair out of your face and gave you a quick kiss. "ready to head out?"

no, you wanted to say but nodded instead, taking his hand as he lead you to the car. once arriving, there were cameras everywhere as he helped you out of the car, making your heart race slightly as he rushed you inside. you refused to leave his side during the entire thing, watching him talk and mingle with coworkers and different directors. he'd occasionally rub your back and talk about how the two of you met which relaxed you a little bit. it wasnt until more people started to talk to you that you felt your chest tighten, still unsure of how to talk to these sort of people. but you kept it together, for austin at least. it's not that anyone was awful towards you or being pushy, but this was still a new setting for you. plus, you were dating austin butler. everyone wanted to know how your relationship came to life.

you'd found yourself in the middle of a conversation with who you didn't realize was a reporter, asking you about austin's exes and what he saw in you. it was too much, your brain struck with self doubts and comparisons to everyone in austin's life. "'m gonna go fix my hair." you lied, whispering in austin's ear. he kissed you before you left, telling you to he wouldn't move from the spot he was in so you could find him easier afterwards.

you rushed into the bathroom, catching your breath and trying to fight back your tears. that feeling from earlier came back, but stronger. you hadn't regressed in awhile. of course, austin knew about you and always took good care of you while you were your headspace. but out of all places to slip, why did it have to be here? it only made you more overwhelmed. you tried to hold back, but you couldn't stop the tears from falling down your cheeks. you just wanted austin. you wanted your favorite plushie and the comfort of your daddy's arms. you also didn't want to ruin's austin night, but there was no way you could continue to talk to these strangers without possibly embarrassing austin. you wiped your cheeks and nose with the back of your hand then washing them before going back out to find austin.

you tugged on his sleeve softly, "austin." no response. you tugged on it again, more panic in your voice. "austin."

he turned to you, noting your tear stained cheeks. "baby? what's going on?"

"um....i..." you couldn't get the words out, fidgeting with one of the rings on your fingers and looking down at the floor.

but austin knew. "okay." he nodded. "let's head home." he said his final goodbyes, taking you back out to the car. thank god everyone with cameras had gone inside, but he let you bury your face in his shoulder as you two walked out just to be safe. he glanced over at you as he pulled out, frowning. "are you...?"

"'m sorry." you cried. "i-i tried. 'm sorry daddy, i-"

"oh, my babygirl..." he gave your hand a soft squeeze. "you have nothing to be sorry for. you should have told me."

you sobbed softly into your hands. this was the slowest car ride of your life. stupid traffic and stupid people with their big fancy cars. everything was stupid. you just wanted to go home. austin wanted to hold you so badly, he kept telling you it was okay and that you'd be home soon. not soon enough! eventually, you subconsciously brought your thumb to your lips, a bad habit of yours that you had while little. austin would tell you off for it over and over again but you still couldn't stop. he looked over at you, "baby-" he pulled your hand back down, setting it back in your lap. "don't do that, it's yucky. remember?"

you whined, opting to bounce your leg up and down instead. austin even opened the glovebox to check for a paci, muttering 'damn.' to himself. he made a mental note to keep one in the car for times like these.

by the time you finally returned home, you were slightly dozing off in the car, austin waking you by opening the car door. "hi," he smiled, unbuckling you and helping you out of the car. "i know you're tired, let's go change first." he brought you in your shared home, immediately tending to you and into your pajamas, even wiping off your makeup and undoing your hair. "what plushie do we want tonight? what are we thinkin'?"

"hmm." you thought, "bunny?"

"bunny it is." he reached for the plush bunny he surprisinged you with last month, getting you in bed and handing it over to you. his heart melted at the sight of you holding it close to your chest. this was definitely needed and he felt bad for allowing you to hold off for so long. austin then changed out of his clothes too, getting ready to join you. "do you still want your paci?" he asked.

you shook your head no, making grabby hands at him. "daddy!" he chuckled and crawled into bed, holding you close to him. "best daddy ever." you muttered against him.

"and you're the best baby i could ever ask for." he went in with his hand, tickling you softly as you let out small giggles, all your worries from earlier disappearing. "sorry for making you go today. you gotta tell me when you aren't feeling good though, promise me?"

"i promise"

[toomuchracket]

slutty thots: birthday party!matty and you discussing kinks

combining with WOAH. More about discovering kinks w Matty pls!! Like early relationship. Working out how to tell him you want him dominant. And also what would he be into?! And how would he tell you? ‘I want you to [insert kink lol] for me, baby. Can you do that?’ and i need to see something written about matty using a vibrator on you like maybe he even catches you using it when he gets home from the studio and joins in idkkk 🤭

ok SO matty immediately and absolutely knows that birthday party! girl has a praise kink, and as seen from the actual fics he exploits it immediately lol - he's watched you accept awards and praise for your writing for years, so he knows the way you blush and go giggly when someone is complimentary of your work (and you). but aside from that, he's no idea what you like. and like you said, figuring out how to tell matty you want him to be dominant is a bit of a challenge, despite the fact you guys have literally exchanged "i love you"s lol - i think you'd be in matty's lap, straddling him in a hug, and you say you want him to be like soft dom with you shyly in his ear because you literally cannot look at him while you do. BUT matty takes on the role immediately, pulling your hair firmly enough that you have to look at him (but not so firmly that it's painful) and saying "i can do that, sweetheart, but i'm enforcing a rule that you need to follow if you want to be my good girl, yeah? need you to look at me when you ask me things, need to see that beautiful face. understand?" and you nod and then pre-empt him and say "i understand", and matty's like "good girl - verbal responses too, please, helps me make sure my girl is safe and happy". and i think from there, matty can go through like a vague list of kinks and things related to him being dom with you to find out what you're into - spanking is a yes (he's very excited about that one), you're not too sure about choking but you wouldn't mind trying it to see, gags are a hard no (unless it's matty's fingers. he nearly proposes then and there when you say that lol). i also think you surprise matty a little when you say "i've thought about you, like, blindfolding me and tying my wrists to the headboard using your tie" - he's genuinely speechless for a solid two minutes before he's like "we can... yeah, i can, um, definitely do that. jesus christ". and i think from then on you're a lot more comfortable with asking for things, and experimenting with matty slowly during sex to find out what else you really like (i think spitting is definitely one he suggests that you end up really liking, after you say you think him spitting is quite sexy lol).

in terms of what matty wants from you, there isn't much in the initial stages aside from the things you've already said. but i have a theory that matty has a whole thing about watching - i think he would literally say "i want you to show me how you get off, darlin', what you did before you had me to make you feel good. can you do that for me? good girl". and part of it is genuinely so he can determine if there's anything technique-wise you like that he hasn't been doing, but it's also just... him getting to watch you, the girl he loves so much and thinks is the most beautiful, bring yourself to an orgasm. so you do - you shyly get all settled on your bed, then you take a vibrator from your bedside drawer ( matty's like OH ok) and get to work. and matty would just watch you the whole time, praising but not giving into your pleas for him to make you cum instead of the toy, very like "no, angel, i want to see you cum without me before i make you do it again, ok?", and you whine in complaint but you do as he asks and get yourself off with the toy against your clit and your fingers inside you. matty's very good after it, taking your fingers into his mouth to clean them and get a taste of you, before kissing you and saying "well done sweetheart, so good for me. can i use that toy on you while i fuck you now?", and you're whimpering out "please" before matty lays you down and fucks you, toy against your clit (which actually feels nice for him too, brushing up against it as he just rails you lol). it's so hot, and both of you get really good orgasms out of it, so it's definitely something you do again. and then i think you realise you like watching matty get himself off, too, and you both figure out you love it when he fucks you from behind in front of the big mirror in your bedroom, so you can see how hot you both look while matty's railing you within an inch of your life lol. but yeah, i think it's constant talking about new things and trying them - matty's just so desperate to make you feel as good as he can <3

[dream-a-little-longer-1]

Hey Luna! It's me again, hope you're doing well! Just wanted to thank you again for filling the request I sent you about Louis and the nicknames. It was really sweet and I've reread more times than I can count.

If it's not too much of a bother, I was wondering if you could do one with Louis and/or Bond, where they and a male reader are very much pining for each other and are honestly pretty obvious about it to the point where William eventually gets fed up and decides to intervene and get them together. Thanks for taking the time to look at this!

Hi hi!how r u? Oh my,it was a pleasure to write it!!ty for sending me such nice request!

Ofc its not a bother! I'll be hapy to write it!!!have fun reading,enjoy! (I swear you're so polite its adorable.)

-Love,Luna

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Louis

•William was used to see his younger brother in many situations

•in pain,in helplessness,in happiness or in his calmness

•but this....this was new

•and was growing frustrating fast

•watching Louis pinning after you this hard,without realizing or wanting to admit your feelings in return

•was weird; because,first of all

•Louis was smart,and his eyesight wasnt that bad

•and second of all

•it was obvious???

•almost every single person living in the household knew of your affection toward each other,well, except you two

•so when everything became frustrating to the point that William couldn't handle it,he took the matter in his own capable hands

• "Louis,i need you to do something for me."

•and of course,Louis would never deny him anything

•he may have felt a little bad if you two weren't so painfully in love and weren't even noticing it

• "what is it,nee-san?"

•it was for your own good

• "attend to the next charity ball for me. I really cant go."

•and of course,his plan works. He's the smartest guy alive after all

•William watches from the corner,deep in shadows how Louis arrives,in his black tuxedo,his blonde hair pushed back, revealing his scarlet eyes

•he watches as his eyes fleets around the room

•and when they land on your form; wearing a white tuxedo that compliments your skin and your eyes shining brightly

•he watches as both of your cheeks colors,and when the music starts to play

•you move toward each other

•mission accomplished

James Bond

•it was weird watching the confident James Bond,being this oblivious toward your feelings

•William has literally never saw anything more obvious than that

•he usually, wouldn't bother with these stuff,

•let you two figure it out on your own

•but after a while

•it becomes so frustrating and painful, watching you two pin after each other

•so he gets tired,sue him

•thats when he asks James to accompany him to one of his 'important meetings'

•in a really famous restaurant that both of you loved

•when James arrives and finds his reserved seat taken

•not by anyone,but by you

•he doesnt even question William's absence as he immediately takes the seat the opposite of you

•and when you two laugh at each others' jokes, clinking your glasses and when finally

•James takes your hand to plant a soft kiss to the back of it

•William lets out a loud sigh from his seat in the back

•he can now rest in peace

[kitasfox]

i am literally obsessed w ur writing and I SCREAMED WHEN I SAW THAT UR REQUEST BOX IS OPEN !!

i wld like to request ushijima and humiliation <3 ( this is my first time requesting and i hve no idea if this is the correct way to request ugh )

side note: pls pls pls only write if u r comfortable with it :)

a/n: I'm your first request 🤧 thats so sweet ahsjjsn ty ty I hope you like this! Don't worry I'm very comfy writing it and it was very fun omg thank you for the request!!

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI + HUMILIATION

THIS POST IS NSFW! Minors do not interact, I bite.

Warnings: humiliation, masturbation, overstimulation, edging, calling "sir", choking, dacryphilia just a lil, degrading

Ushijima Wakatoshi is not a forgiving man.

You knew this, but you should've known better, or maybe you wouldn't have ended up in this situation.

Your hand holding the shower head aches, your legs shaking and burning, your whole body spent- but he keeps going. "P-please, I'm sorry," you try to reason with the man, but Ushijima isn't the kind of man you can reason with when he's angry.

And is he angry.

His olive-green eyes a few shades darker as they never budge from you; it's humiliating to have him watch you like this as you lose yourself over and over again.

It feels vulnerable to have your legs wide open, fingers spreading yourself for him to see, to have your fingers moving over your clit and making yourself cry his name out, even when he isn't even touching you. To have him sitting right across you, hands on the swell of his cock, giving himself some friction every once in a while to suppress a groan.

You can't help but wish it was him instead, can't help but think how his huge hands would feel like roaming over your spent body, how jumping up and down his cock straining his volleyball shorts would make you scream.

The stream of water from the showerhead he controls makes you shake uncontrollably as he tortures you with the constant temperature and strength change, never once letting you tip-off that high you try so desperately to fall from.

Even without touching you, Ushijima has all the power over you, and you have no other choice but to submit.

It's so humiliating, and you love it. Ushijima knows you do; he can hear it, see it, almost even feel it.

"Wakatoshi-" You whimper his name in desperation as he opens the water more; it's too much for you, for your body he's been edging for what feels like hours. Your eyes are dropping slowly, ears ringing and vision adorned with dark spots, but whenever you close them tightly to focus on the pleasure, he stops the water.

"That's not my name." He sounds cold, not a man of many words, but you understand what he means immediately. "Sir-" you try again, watching a cruel smile ghost over his stoic face. He looks pleased. "Sir, please, I'm sorry, I can't take it anymore!"

You squirm, cry tears of humiliation, frustration, and pain, but he wouldn't budge, even when all he wants to do is to fuck you senseless, he wants to make your face contort like that, have your body shake with the constant edging, cause your legs to shake, toes to curl.

But no, you chose this silly little thing to please yourself with, and he's only giving you what you wanted, isn't he?

But it wasn't your fault! You've just been so frustrated the whole day, so needy, and Ushijima was at training, so you had to do something yourself, you never thought he would come in the middle of you-

"Sir, I'm going to cum!" You scream, he turns the water to freezing cold, taking the pleasure away from you just as he had given you. You shake in desperation.

But Ushijima was no better; everything in his day was going wrong, training was bad, his spikes were off, and he wanted nothing more than to come back home to fuck his wife silly. Only to hear whimpers and cries coming from the bathroom, to find you moaning his name like prayer as you tremble and shake on the ground, shower head against your pussy.

"Stop crying and look at me." He orders, but your head lolls forward, unable to keep yourself upright any longer.

You don't even notice his huge figure leaning forward, hovering over your spent body on the floor. His hand wraps around your neck, pushing your chin up, pinning your head on the cold tiles from your neck. "I told you to look at me."

"C-can't!" You whimper, wanting nothing but to hide your face, and knowing this only makes it more amusing for him.

When he chuckles, Ushijima's not surprised to see you clenching at the sound.

"What, or is my baby embarrassed?"

You shake your head, helpless eyes locked into his predatory ones. It's the look in his darkened eyes that has another whine falling from your lips.

"Of me watching you touch yourself?" He whispers, voice falling an octave lower and making you let out a breathy moan. You feel his hand slowly making its way to your pussy, a choked gasp audible when he touches your abused clit. "Of you sobbing like a baby because you can't even make yourself cum? Wishing it was my cock in you instead of your fingers?"

Even his hand is merciless, drawing harsh circles on your already overstimulated clit, the burn as painful as it is pleasurable.

"Please," you whisper under his hold, "please let me come, sir."

Ushijima likes it when you beg. He loves it when you cry.

"Oh, I will, darling, don't worry." He smiles, tilting his head as if he's about to kiss you, pulling his fingers back from you to his mouth, smiling at your widened gaze. He can't taste you as much as he wishes he could because of the endless stream of water, but the choked breath you let out and your embarrassment alone is enough for his cock to twitch in his shorts.

"If you want to act like a slut, of course, I should treat you as such."