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[atrueneutral]

I absolutely adore all of your work! I have been especially obsessing over FWB Raphael and Tav though. And giggling to death over him accompanying Tav to the reunion.

How funny it would be if he’s suddenly always acting like they’re together (an ‘item,’ as you described), and Tav’s confused like…I thought we were just fucking? Did I miss something? Lmao

[Tav’s Nightmare Reunion]

I could see it happening where, after so long, Raphael just… gets it in his head that she’s his possession, and his work at the reunion solidifies it.

How I envision the next time they meet going, after the reunion (Tav stormed home first chance she got when it initially ended):

Tav calmly walks in the Devil’s Den.

“Well, Raphael, I hope you’re happy. You achieved all that you wanted to - which seems to have been: make most of my friends despise me.” She smiles sarcastically. “I’m not sure why that was your goal, but congratulations.”

Raphael smiles, too. It’s less sarcastic and ever-so-smug as he pretends to be invested in his cuticles. “Come now, Little Mouse - they would have inquired after me, the devil who wields the Crown of Karsus thanks to their fearless leader, and I figured I would save you the trouble of lying to your friends.”

“I wouldn’t have lied to them.”

“Oh?” He raises a brow and looks at her. “Then indulge me with what would you have told them when asked ‘have you seen Raphael since our adventure concluded’?”

She haughtily crosses her arms. “I’d have answered with, ‘I’ve seen him a few times here and there, but let’s talk about you.’”

Moderately offended, Raphael sneers. “It’s been more than ‘a few times here and there’.”

“And it should be less,” Tav says, her voice gradually becoming louder. “After you practically announced to everyone that we are fucking!”

His sneer becomes a smirk. “Pertaining to our fucking, it soothes me to hear your use of present tense rather than past tense, meaning you do not wish for our arrangement to end, for all of your bluster. Being the pair that we are, we both know I did you a favor in shedding light on what was your latest kept secret. The sort of secret that would inevitably eat a mortal like you from the inside out - and we wouldn’t want that, would we?”

Tav processes. “Wait - when did we become ‘a pair’?”

“Tsk tsk, have you not been paying attention?” Raphael replies, dramatically stating the obvious.

Time slows as it dawns on her what’s happened in the span of a single night: they’ve gone from being (somewhat unhealthy) fuck buddies to being a (somewhat unhealthy) couple.

[hoe4hotchner]

Hiii!! Could you do another non bau rich fem!reader where she gave Aaron lots of designer stuff and he starts wearing them to work? Like maybe ties, cuff links, and like an LV duffel bag and the team is just like “??? Woah dude where’d you get that??”

Subtle flex | [A.H]

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x rich fem!reader| WC: 0.9k | CW: nothing

Aaron Hotchner was usually not one for excess. His wardrobe was practical and professional, his tastes minimalistic, and his life, outside of Jack, revolved around efficiency and exuding authority on the job. Sure he had splurged occasionally on a stray high-quality tie here and there as well as his Rolex watch. At least that was until you entered his life.  

The first gift was a tie — a deep navy one in silk with subtle pinstripes. It came in a sleek wrapped box with some designer brand he had never even heard of before. You’d handed it to him with a casual smile, brushing off his initial protests with a light, “Aaron, I saw it and thought of you. Let me spoil you for once.”  

He wore it the next day, paired with his standard black suit, and noticed how it caught the light in the mirror. “Looks good,” he muttered to himself, brushing his hand over it. As hesitant as he had been to accept it, he was thankful for the present and happy that you'd chosen one that wasn't smothered in logos or brand names.

Then came the cuff links. They were sterling silver and engraved with his initials. He opened the box late one evening after you handed it to him over dinner. “You didn’t have to,” he said softly, though his smile betrayed how much he loved them.  

“Of course, I didn’t have to,” you replied, leaning in to press a kiss to his temple. “But you deserve nice things, Aaron. You do so much good without even expecting a thanks.”  

And so it continued. A Louis Vuitton duffel bag for his work trips, a black leather wallet that somehow managed to look even more professional than the one he’d carried for years, and a collection of even more ties that were understated yet undeniably luxurious and seemed to multiply in his closet every so often.  

At first, he rotated the items slowly into his everyday wardrobe, unsure if they would draw attention. But one particularly chaotic morning, he grabbed the LV duffel, clipped on the cuff links, and shrugged into a jacket before heading into the office having gotten an urgent notification for a case.  

It didn’t take long for the team to notice.  

“Uh… Hotch?” Morgan’s voice cut through the usual buzz in the conference room as Hotch entered. “Is that a Louis Vuitton bag you’re carrying?”  

Hotch glanced at him briefly, setting the duffel down by the door before striding towards the front of the room to grab the file Garcia was holding outstretched for him. “Yes. Why?”  

Morgan blinked. “Why? Man, you’ve been holding out on us. Since when do you roll up looking like you just stepped out of GQ Magazine?”  

Emily leaned back in her chair, eyebrows raised. “Is that a new tie, too? That’s at least Tom Ford.”  

Hotch adjusted his tie instinctively. “It’s not. It’s Brioni.”  

“Oh, excuse us,” JJ chimed in throwing her hands up and exchanging an amused glance with Emily.  

“I’m sorry,” Spencer Reid piped up, pushing his glasses up his nose. “Are those cuff links monogrammed?”  

“Okay, seriously,” Morgan said, crossing his arms. “What’s going on, Hotch? You win the lottery or something? Cause if your salary is high enough for those purchases Imma have to talk to Strauss about a raise.”  

Hotch, shrugged lightly as he opened his case file. “No. My girlfriend has… a habit of giving gifts.”  

The room fell silent for a beat before Emily’s jaw dropped. “Wait, girlfriend? You’ve been holding out on us in more ways than one!”

"Who is she I need details," Garcia cut into the conversation, her excitement starting to bubble over.

JJ smirked. “Are you telling me she just gives you designer gifts casually? I agree with Garcia, who is this woman?”  

Hotch allowed himself the smallest of smiles as he glanced up from his paperwork. “Someone who insists I deserve the finer things.”  

“Damn,” Morgan muttered, shaking his head. “Where can I find one of those?”  

“Maybe start with charm school,” Emily teased.  

As the team bantered, Hotch’s phone buzzed on his desk. A message from you:  

Miss you already. Hope you’re putting the cuff links to good use. Dinner at my place when you get back?

He smiled quickly at his phone before typing back a quick reply.  

Always. I’ll bring the wine.  

When he looked up, the team was staring at him, curious. “What?” he asked, his tone amused, knowing fully well that they wouldn't stop bothering him about you until he eventually agreed to let them meet you.  

“Nothing,” Emily said, though her grin suggested otherwise. “Just trying to imagine Aaron Hotchner in love with a rich fashionista.”  

“Not just a fashionista,” Morgan added, gesturing toward the duffel. “An angel sent from the heavens, apparently.”  

Hotch shook his head, lifting his file up in the air in a quick and smooth motion as if to remind them why they were there. “Focus, everyone. We have a case.”  

A few days later, when you saw Aaron again, he mentioned the team’s reaction with a mix of exasperation and amusement.  

“I think they’re more interested in my wardrobe than the case,” he said, loosening his tie as he sat beside you on the couch.  

You laughed softly, running a hand through his hair. “Let them wonder. They’ll get used to it eventually.”  

“I’m not sure they ever will,” he muttered, leaning into your touch.  

“Good,” you teased, leaning in to kiss him. “I like keeping them on their toes.”  

[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

Thank you for answering my beach continuation question! If you don’t mind, I do have one more request!

I’ve finished watching Saiki K recently, and I was just wondering how WB! Reader’s life would go if they had Saiki’s powers. Realistically, it’d be torture hearing their thoughts before and after they go yandere, but I imagine they’d just teleport to get away from them.

SAIKI K!READER: Who is obsessed with everything and anything sweet, from coffee jelly to chocolate to cookies to donuts to cake? You have a real sweet tooth. It's never going down. You'd practically do anything pudding, being a part of the batfam means constant spoiling. So, if you're hungry for something sweet, they're not afraid to drop their whole bank account in front of you.

SAIKI K!READER: Tries to act nonchalant and uncaring, but deep down is a big softy who's actually very sweet and caring when it comes to their friends and partners. They refuse to let their guard down in front of the bats; you'd rather die than let Bruce hug you. You teleport all the way to Nicaragua to escape Dick's constant cuddling. You hiss at Duke if he gets too close, but you'll instantly melt if Conner pulls you into a hug or if Cassie holds your hand. You say you don't care, but the second they pull away, you come running back. The bats are crazy jealous.

SAIKI K!READER: Who on purpose reads the bats' minds just for fun but then realizes they'd rather not? They're literally making plans on how to catch you off guard. Tim has a whole thought-out plan on how to hug you without you teleporting away from him. In his head, he's thinking of every single possible outcome, and it's honestly kind of creepy. Just imagine: you smell something sweet coming from the kitchen, and it's Barbara making you something to eat. You read her mind just to make sure she doesn't have a secret plan behind it. She does: "Maybe if they enjoy these sweets I made for them, then they'll finally let their guard down, and I can rub it into Dick's face how they love me more than everyone else." You're leaving the kitchen immediately.

SAIKI K!READER: Reader doesn't like to talk out loud, so they literally just use their telepathy to communicate. You accidentally scared Bart while using your telepathy to talk to him. In addition to that, the leader and Miss Martian have a cute, weird little relationship where you both have inside jokes using each other's telepathy. During meetings, you guys just randomly start giggling, and you're kind of happy you have somebody to talk to in your head. You can't really hide anything from her, and she can't hide anything from you either. It's kind of fun, but also a bit weird because she occupies your head a lot without you knowing. You can be in the middle of messing up a good coffee jelly just for Megan to be in your head like, "Hahaha, fatty."

[allimili]

First of all hi!!! Im new to your tumblr account and im so glad I found it your art makes me so SO happy when you post and it’s amazing, keep up the good work! But DONT forget to rest and take care of yourself too! 🫶🏻

As for my request how do PV and SMC react to Elysia y/n in her summer swimsuit outfit? Feel free to ignore if you don’t want too!

[queenie-the-court-jester]

Heyyy, Queenie! I was wondering if Cotton had a sensitive part of him, like his tail or his ears, if so, could you please make a story of how he would react if reader touched his sensitive part? thank youuu :))

"mmnh-!"

How did you get in this situation? One minute you were peacefully reading a book on your bed and the next, cotton is frantically humping your crotches together

you were immune to this bullshit since you were use to him demanding sex very frequently, you sighed out in annoyance. Suddenly grabbing him by the ears and dragging him down

"cotton. I love you. I do. But if you dont-"

You failed to notice the telltale sign of him getting close, which was just his little tail shaking rapidly

"OHHH!"

You froze, dumbfounded. Cotton just fucking came. You could practically feel your eye twitching in annoyance before just flopping back down onto the bed

"ahh.. hahh~.. again.. manhandle me again~"

"...cotton you're a freak."

[luviisabella]

What do you think Bakugo’s reaction will be to a reader who cant stop looking at his buttons, cause like dude HE LOOKS SO HOT WITH THE WHOLE NO TIE AND UNBUTTONED UNIFORM THING HE DOES HOLY

Omg yes I completely agree !! He looked so good and then when he decided to wear a tie.. I couldn’t handle it 😵‍💫 I didn’t even see your ask im glad I checked my inbox this was such a good idea 💗💗

—

He’d probably look at you with a slightly disgusted look and mutter small insults like “weirdo” or “creep”

Realistically he takes pride in the fact that you can’t keep your eyes off of him, when he calls you out and you turn away from him he’s secretly smirking at how easily he catches your attention.

—

His hands slam down on your desk. Class has ended and everyone left, now just you two in the classroom.

You eye him up and down.

“Yes?” You ask a bit confused at the sudden sound of his hand against your desk.

“You got a staring problem or sum?” his voice sounded so harsh, the hell was he talking-

“You keep staring at me.”

Uh oh. God.. he must be pissed if he’s pointing it out like this. You suck in a breath trying to keep your head leveled. You stand up and look at him.. there was a small moment of silence before your words break the tension.

“You’re hot.” Oh you did not just say that. Internally you cursed yourself but the words fumbled out of your mouth before you could think and you looked up to see the smug look on his face.

“You should start wearing your uniform correctly starting with a tie. Then maybe I won’t be as distracted.” You say trying to distract him from the “you’re hot” as if he’s ever going to let that go. You get up and walk off, only to be pulled back by your arm, his touch was gentle this time.

—

“Only if you put it on me.”

And that’s how you ended up finding him at your dorm room every morning, with a tie in hand and a stupidly cocky grin. He secretly enjoyed this, watching you look at him with a “seriously?”.. knowing he found enjoyment in this. He’d never confess that he enjoyed these small moments with you. He was waiting to tell you how he felt and then maybe he’d bother explaining why he likes teasing you.. or maybe not?

[turnfires-secret]

I would love to eat boypussy kinich out😞

ikr? boypussy kinich my darling beloved

Eating out kinich HCS!

- Kinich who has never had anyone eat him before digging his fingers into your scalp as you eat him out, not expecting it to feel so good.

- Kinich who can't help but pull your head closer by your hair

- Kinich who pathetically ruts his hips into your head, chasing the high

- Kinich almost crushes your head in between his thighs on instinct

- Kinich who whimpers and digs his fingers into the bedsheets because your tongue feels too good

- Kinich who almost drowns you with his squirt on accident

- Kinich who is super embarrassed that he acted so weak by you just eating him out

"A-Ah f-fuck please... d-deeper!"

He moans, his fingers intertwined with your hair. Its almost painful how he pulls on it, forcing your head forward, making you eat him out like a starved man. When you posed the idea of eatting him out originally, he was nervous and skeptical. However now, any of that doubt was long gone. He was too busy relishing in the sensations to really notice that he kept almost crushing your head. Though you probably wouldn't mind if he did, you used your hands to keep his legs spread nice and wide.

Kinich wasn't used to being fucked, to being eaten out, he wasn't used to pleasure. Yet, it feels too good, to intense, he barely even registers that he's rutting into your face. All he can focus on was the tightening coil of lava-like heat pooling in his gut. He can feel it build as you continue to eat him out. It all feels too good when he feels a sort of liquid gush out of his pussy. Did... he just squirt?

"Oh- Oh archons- I'm so sorry- I-"

He stammers, pratically panicking realizing he almost drowned you in his own squirt. But... Really if you died in-between Kinich's legs, you'd probably die happy.

[cloudedcreams]

thinking of a yandere! character who's recently become self aware.

hearts of favour, it was a charming game. with a stunning art-style and multiple love interests. there was nothing about the game that didn't enchant you, and so with such naivety you spent days piled in front of your computer. the love interests seemed intriguing enough, but not compared to him.

cindy.

his character was generally upbeat, but contrasted with a soft voice that practically sounded like a lullaby. you searched through his character profile, finding yourself slightly disappointed at the lack of mention towards his voice actor, but tried to avoid being too saddened by the fact.

more than anything, what interested you the most about his character was his strong sense of moral justice. he was driven by religion, but he seemed to be the only character in the game to ever bring up the concept of God. he spoke of them personally as if they were a friend more than anything, but many times he seemed to be unsure himself, switching the gender he addressed them as and going silent when you prompted your character to ask.

over time it was revealed that his concept of God was one that he shared truly alone. other characters cared little for him and viewed him as odd, and his religious thoughts were based purely on his own perception, rather than influenced by the beliefs of others.

his descent towards reality was faith based.

more than anything, he yearned for confirmation in his thoughts. he prayed the room he had devoted to be a shrine, a rose bleeding its thorns into his fingers. he wept, cried and begged for any singular sign to tell him that it was true all along, and then suddenly, his came dreams came alive.

the mc that you played as approached him. he felt his usual demeanour of solitude being disregarded, words pouring out of him like an endless fountain. for once in his life he felt so alive, and he knew in that moment that his saviour had blessed him.

whilst developing self awareness, he sees it as a gift from his divine, you. he spent his whole life devoted to a diety tat he didn't even know, but rather than freaking out upon the truth, it granted him all the clarity he had searched for. his existence meant nothing if not for your entertainment and so he strived to be your favourite disciple and succeeded. he was your favourite character, and you had no idea that he was self aware.

he heard your voice sometimes. when he closed his head to rest he'd hear you fawning over the game or groaning at certain features in the game. he doesn't care about the fact you didn't create him. as his God, you simply blew life into him.

[canisalbus]

✦ Soup ✦

[atrueneutral]

If you’ll permit me to say, you are one of my favorite Raphael x Tav writers of all time. I just adore the way you write them both, their dynamic, etc. (And I am a sucker for Raphael who is obviously Down Bad™️ but would never admit it).

Your work is incredible, it is just

*Chef’s kiss*

[hoe4hotchner]

helloo can you write a hotch x reader where the reader is very clumsy and bruise easily and always show up to work in bruises which cause them to worry and especially hotch and she have to reassure him that it’s just her that bumps and trip into things and stuff

Discoloration | [A.H]

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘈𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘏𝘰𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘎𝘯!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘊𝘞: 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘯, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘱���𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘏𝘰𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘞𝘊: 0.6𝘬

           You were no stranger to clumsiness. Bumping into things, tripping over nothing, catching your arm on the edge of desks or walls - it was just part of your daily routine at this point. Unfortunately, that also meant your skin was often painted with bruises in varying shades of purple, blue, and yellow dotting your arms and legs like some kind of accidental artwork.

           Arriving at work with another fresh set of marks wasn’t uncommon for you. But as the days went on, you noticed more and more concerned glances from your team. You brushed it off, figuring they'd catch on soon enough. Everyone at the BAU had sharp eyes, after all, and it wasn’t long before the questions started.

           It was Hotch, of course, who took the lead. One afternoon, after you’d bumped your shin on a filing cabinet, you saw him watching you, his brows furrowed in a way that showed more than just curiosity. It was worry.

           “Agent, can we talk?” Hotch asked, gesturing to his office with a slight nod. You knew that tone - it was serious, a mixture of concern and authority that he wielded effortlessly.

           You followed him upstairs, your mind already piecing together what this was about. Once inside, he closed the door and turned to you, his dark eyes scanning you like he was trying to solve a puzzle.

           “Are you okay?” he asked, voice soft but direct. "I’ve noticed… the bruises. And I’m not the only one." He gestured to the rest of the team sitting down in the bullpen

           Your heart sank a little, realizing how it must look from his perspective. You smiled nervously, shaking your head. "Oh, no, Hotch, it's not what you're thinking. I’m just really clumsy. I bump into things all the time - honestly, I’m kind of a walking disaster."

           His frown deepened, and he took a step closer. “I’ve seen how often you come in with new bruises. If something else is going on, you can tell me.”

           You could feel the tension between his concern and your own awkwardness at having to explain your constant lack of grace. “Really, it’s just me,” you insisted, your voice steady but gentle. “I trip over my own feet, walk into doors, catch my arms on things. I’ve been like this forever. My skin just bruises really easily.”

           Hotch still didn’t look convinced. He studied you for a moment longer, then let out a small sigh, running a hand over his face. “You’re sure?”

           “I’m sure,” you said, offering him a reassuring smile. “I promise, Hotch, if something was wrong, you’d be the first person I’d tell.”

           He nodded, though the tension hadn’t entirely left his features. He trusted you, but his protective nature wouldn’t let go of the worry that easily. “I just don’t want to see you hurt,” he murmured, his voice low and sincere.

           You softened at his words. “I appreciate it, Aaron. Really. But I’m okay. Just a little clumsy.”

           Finally, a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Maybe we’ll have to wrap you in bubble wrap.”

           You laughed, the tension in the room dissolving at last. “Might not be a bad idea,” you teased. Glad to see him joke around for once.

           He reached out, placing a gentle hand on your arm, his thumb brushing against a bruise there. His touch was careful as if he was trying to protect you from further harm. “Just… be careful, okay?”

           “I will. And thank you for worrying.”

           With one last glance, he nodded, his features relaxing a little more. You left his office, feeling lighter than when you’d walked in. It was nice to know he cared so deeply, even if it was over your clumsiness.

           But next time, maybe you’d make a conscious effort to avoid the corners of furniture.

[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

at some point the reader stops caring about the batfam one day they will have their own life, a job and maybe even a family

Just imagine a reader leaving the manor, realizing their relationship with Conner or any other yandere hero is unstable, going out on their own, becoming a writer or a comic book artist, doing what they really like and enjoy without worrying about the people they meet who might just die by Bruce's hands or others. They could have a healthy and stable relationship with someone who isn't crazy obsessed with maybe having a baby or two. Your life is going well; you're out of the Wayne name, and people know you for your writing or art, not because of your blood ties with your father. Your partner isn't some psycho who won't let you go out without their permission or without somebody accompanying you. You feel safe in your own home, not having to worry about state-of-the-art cameras in your room. Your babies love you, and you won't make the same mistake as your father; you'll shower them with all the love in the world. You and your kids are glued together like a good lace front, and nothing's pulling you apart. Until one night, you come home late from a convention in Gotham—biggest mistake. Tim finds you and takes this information straight to Bruce. Now you find your baby being held by your "father," while your lover is lying there unconscious. He's holding your baby girl so gently, running his fingers through those black curls. "She looks just like your mother, you know." You are paralyzed; you can barely move. You know he wouldn't hurt her, but you have a feeling he might hurt you. He steps closer: "Come back, [Name]. Let's be a family again. You're a Wayne, remember? We can give her the life that you could never. Just come back home and forget this scum; he's beneath us, and you know it." Just when things were getting good...

[allimili]

From the crk Homicipher au how would you rate their likes to y/n

(we already know Mr.Eyee loves y/n badly and is probably 1st but what about the other ones?)

They all love you so how about we rate them from who is the most obsessed with you to just rlly loves you normally !

1. Mr. Eyes

2. Ms. Lily

3. Ms. Two-Faced

4. Ms. Solar

5. Mx. Knight

6. Mr. Axe

7. Ms. Arachnid

8. Ms. Aegis

9. Mr. Gloom

10. Mr. Vanilla

[crimsonbubble]

me again..

SOOO basically miguel is a porn star and his user is like SPIDR99 or something and the readers friend sends her some of his vids but he’s a faceless account so no no knows it’s him, butttt she recognizes his voice and it turns out to be her college professorrrr

AHHHAHAHSNMMFM

cw. nsfw, gn!reader, professor!miguel, use of sex toys, male masterbation, praise *not proofread, just pure horny

[I WROTE A PROFESSOR!MIGUEL THING A WHOEL ABCK AND UHM 🫣🫣]

MINORS DNI!!

edit; im not writing a part 2

scrolling through hundreds of porn accounts on twitter can lead you down some weird paths. so when you finally caved and looked up the name of a specific account that your friends told you about, you decided to see what the hype was about.

and now, you finally understood.

the heavy strokes of his hand moving the clear fleshlight over his cock, the melodic groans that slip past his lips, the visible tensing of his abdomen, and the twitching of his cock made your stomach flutter.

"just like that, baby, just like that." his voice made you pause, a familiar tingle hitting your senses as you turn the volume up. "feels so fuckin' good."

as you racked your brain, it finally clicked as you focus on his voice and hands. the same voice and hands that taught you biochemistry. you were certain it was him, it had to be. his visible physique looks all too similar to your professor.

you immediately went to scroll through the account, trying to find any sort of picture or video that would be further proof. you scrolled through his media, bookmarking videos as you went, until you found a mirror selfie.

bingo. just what you needed.

the casual button-up and slacks he was wearing in the photo were the same ones he wore to class a few days ago. the gold chain around his neck and the rings on his fingers as further proof that this faceless account was in fact, your professor.

his bio also should've given it away, considering he had the words professor in there. there's no way you could tell anyone about this, especially not your friends who are all currently obsessing over him.

going into class the following day was awkward. on your end, at least. anytime you looked at him, all you saw was the video from last night. Miguel spared a few lingering glances at you, a smirk twitching on his lips.

he just loves seeing your account in his notifications. it's almost as if you knew that he was thinking about you in the videos he posts online.

[emmyrosee]

emmy i’m begging (on my knees, in front of my emmy rose shrine) for sae fluff 🙏🏻

Itoshi Sae is by far the most blunt person you’ve ever met.

Granted, he has his moments where he’s a bit more playful, more “human,” as you like to tease him, but for the most part, Itoshi Sae has no qualms busting out the most blunt, out of the blue phrases that come to his mind.

You’ve called him a blabbermouth before. He merely shrugs and says his opinion is the only important one, other than yours, and the universe deserves to hear his unfiltered thoughts.

But even now, as you’re folding his practice clothes for the week, you feel his presence down the hallway, as if he’s stewing in his thoughts. You’d been having a tough day, not in the mood for anything he’d have to bluntly blurt out, and in your search for peace, you decide against searching him out until you’re done. You’ll bother him for cuddles after folding his clothes, hoping to feel better after accomplishing the task.

Footsteps stalk down the hallway and you sigh softly before continuing to fold.

“You know that we can get people for that,” he says, blunt as ever. “You don’t have to fold my underwear, just say the word and we’ll find someone.”

You shrug, “I like folding your underwear,” you confess. “It makes me feel better.”

“To fold my drawers?”

“To take care of you,” you correct. “It gives me something I can do for you. Something that makes me feel good for doing. Just like cooking you a hot meal after practice or vacuuming the rugs on weekends.”

Sae pauses, letting you continue as he lowers his eyes in thought, and you’re bracing yourself for the small fight you’re about to endure in an attempt to try and not convince Sae to hire someone to take care of everything you just mentioned.

“You know,” he says softly, leaning against the doorway and looking you up and down, and you brace yourself for the words that are about to be thrown your way.

“I’m grateful for you. Thank you for letting me into your life, for taking care of me regardless of how much I feel like I don’t deserve it, and thank you for loving me.”

“Huh?”

Your cheeks blaze in a heat as your eyes widen at him, butterflies in your stomach suddenly distrusting and fluttering around wildly. “Excuse me?”

He shrugs, “I love you. I love that you take care of myself and others, and you do it with grace. You’re wonderful, you’re kind, and I’m grateful you let me in your life to also be taken care of and loved by you.”

“Sae, what the hell?” You groan, hands coming up to cover your face firmly pressing your eyes to try and dull the throbbing in your head that’s brewing from your embarrassment for his words. “You can’t just say that.”

You practically hear him smirking in satisfaction, “why not? Am I not allowed to tell you how great you’re doing, how much I love you?”

“No!” You whine, and before you know it, two big arms are wrapping around your shoulders, pulling you in for a big hug. “You’re so weird about it!” You smell his cologne, something expensive that he splurges on, but something that will always be Sae’s scent of choice, and you take deep inhales of the scent to try and ground yourself from his ridiculous and out of pocket phrases.

His body is warm as he embraces you, cradling you close and letting you huff about how dumb he is and how much you hate him and his weirdo tendencies. “Just be normal about it, tell me you love me and leave it out that? Freak.”

“I’m a freak?” He snickers.

“Yes,” you grumble.

“Maybe im not a freak,” he begins, pressing a kiss to your head. “Maybe you just need to hear it more.”

“Please no.”

“Loving you is the best decision I’ve ever made, and it was only made possible with your patience with me.”

“Sae, please.”

“Thank you for loving me.”

You angle your head to blink up at him, and he gently cups your cheek in his big hand, thumb stroking over the swells. You sigh through your nose, “thank you for letting me love you.”

He smiles, leaning down to kiss you before pulling you back in for a hug. “Guess we can be grateful for each other.”

“I guess so,” you say, smiling into his chest.

“Tomorrow I’m going to tell you how proud I am of you, so be ready for that.”

“Please don’t.”

[hanafubukki]

Lilia either directly or anonymously getting you a vibrator or other toy and then, when you're not home, using his unique magic on it to see how you've been enjoying it 👀

CW: Smut/lemon/lime (or whatever citrus fruit people use nowadays lol)

Hello Anonie 💞🌺💚

You’re trying to kill me here Anonie 😂💞 in the good way of course.

Let’s say Lilia directly got us a vibrator/toy.

(Because let’s face it, if someone got me one and I didn’t know who it was? I would find that creepy. Unless it was hinted at that they would get me one lol)

I can see Lilia getting the toy and telling you to enjoy it. He can’t always be around to see to your needs no matter how much he wants to. So think of him when you use it.

And think of him you do. Whether it’s a vibrator or some other toy. You use it to please yourself. Moaning his name. Getting yourself ready until you release. Imagine edging yourself over and over.

It gives you pleasure, but it also gives him pleasure. It’s one of his favorite ways to have you beg for him.

You know his plan to use his UM, he’s thinks he’s being sneaky but you know him. So you make sure to make it that much harder for him later when he watches.

Why watch? When he can come to you instead? Why deny both of you that pleasure?

Now?? What if I say that your toy works both ways? Whatever you do to it, it does to him. He feels it.

Imagine it being in the warmth of your body as you bring it in and out. He feels that warmth. The heat as you repeatedly take it in and out. Feels it as you move the toy in a specific way.

He can feel the release building and then…you stop.

Oh. Oh he can’t have that.

You riled him up and now deny him release? Deny you both that release? He knows you are teasing him

I can see his eyes turn dark wine red, he’s going to have you on your knees begging for release after he’s done with you.