#maki💕

[kireilien]

Also, what’s the point of being an anon if I’m not leaving some ideas in your inbox? hehe🙂‍↕️💕

This morning while I was having breakfast, I couldn’t stop thinking about how much it turns me on just imagining Maki doing such ordinary things. Imagine this—you walk into the bathroom without hesitation and shame while your boyfriend is showering, taking the chance to admire how THAT THING it's just there OMG. Or one morning, while he’s making breakfast for both of you, you catch a glimpse of his big bulge, but he looks completely unbothered, as if he’s already used to it AGGGH OMG THIS SOUNDS SO DUMB I’M SORRY BUT I CAN’T I just had to share my thoughts

💕 anon i’m gonna eat ur brains out. and only 3 tags? whew im becoming vanilla can u guys fill my asks w 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 things after the 20 i need to write 

tw/cw. nsfw content, cursing; teasing dom!maki, teasing sub!reader, fem!reader, race neutral reader, dirty talk, dry humping, use of “babe,” “gooner” HELP

i can not blame you 💕 anon, if maki was my bf and he was practically slanging a huge cock 24/7 i’d stare at it 24/7 too??????

you can hear maki showering and as one does, you walk in, grabbing some lotion, all while staring at him. “can i… help you?” maki laughs as he rinses off the soap bubbles off of his body, revealing his cock to you. you curl lips in, “no just… stay there,” you mumble as you absentmindedly lotion your hands while staring at maki’s cock. you weren’t being sly, maki could 100% tell you were staring at him. “y/n. i see you staring at my dick.” he scoffs as he proceeds to step out the shower, droplets of warm water cascading down his body.

if you could eat him whole, you would’ve. 

right then and there. 

“‘kay and?” you exhale, “you’re so hot.” maki chuckles at your words, “thanks, babe.” he takes a towel and daps his body to dry himself off. you shift your weight to sit on top of the sink counter as maki stands in front of the sink. he cups your face, staring at your features, “you’re gonna get me hard if you keep staring at me like that.” he sighs as he pulls you off the counter, pushes you out the door, and locks it. he thought you’d gone away, but he hears the doorknob twisting.

“maki, let me in.”

other times when he’s making breakfast, his gray loose sweats are hanging low with his white tank top hugging his body just right. you come closer to him, “looks yummy.” he laughs, “yeah? go sit over by the table, it’s almost done.” it’s your turn to laugh, “i wasn’t talking about the food.” maki rolls his eyes, “it’s literally 7 am, can you stop being the mayor of goonertown?” you ignore his jokes before grasping his arm, caressing his exposed, strong arms. once maki scrapes your eggs to your plate and puts away the pan, he grabs your arm that was on his, swinging you to be against his bulge, nearly bent over the counter. 

“whenever you stare at me– it’s im-fucking-possible to not be hard. the way you look at me– shit– just wanna press up in you and fuck you against the nearest surface.” maki rubs his cock on the round of your ass, moaning at the friction. you grind back on his cock, surprisingly shocked that your persistent staring got him all worked up. “really? what’s stopping you?” you tease. 

it was almost like a switch. 

maki presses his palms into your hips, causing you to be parallel to the cold counter. “what’s stopping me? oh i don’t know… maybe if someone wasn’t just so pretty but a fucking gooner, maybe i’d give them the fucking they need. bending you over this counter, fucking your aching pussy, my fat tip kissing at your cervix. oh, i’d give everything to you, babe. but i can’t, can i? how could i give this fat cock of mine to someone who absentmindedly just staring at my cock? couldn’t ever think of giving my cock to a goddamn gooner.” maki grunts into your ear as he grinds himself further into your cunt, palms deep into your hips.

“m–maki please,” you plead, grinding against his cock. you were wetting your pajama shorts as maki bulge grew bigger in his sweats. both of your pants are so loose, if maki pulled his cock out just a bit, he’d slip into your aching pussy so fast. but maki tsked before pushing himself off. he picks up your plates and sets them down on the table, “let’s eat, shall we?” you pout at the loss of pleasure, “what?” maki clenches his jaw, “gotta fill up for some energy before i fuck that stupid pussy of yours raw.” your eyes widen at his words. 

safe to say you ate that breakfast as fast as you could. 

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[ghosstyboo]

Meet miyuki yuka, the ultimate baker!🍰 (Redoing this lol)

(Credits to @Danganronpa_Soraru for the danganronpa v3 font and to whoever made the template for the introduction/report card template!)

♡Miyuki is a bubbly, extroverted girl who is really easy to get along with! But trust me when i say that she's very assertive and won't take any form of disrespect to her or any of her friends♡

♡Miyuki is pansexual and demisexual♡

♡she's very understanding and tries her best to help her friends insecurities or trauma (Maki, shuichi, gonta, miu, and kokichi, although he can be quite difficult)♡

♡she loves to see everyone come together and laugh at the little mistakes they do when they're baking! She finds baking as something that should be comforting for people and thats why she loves it..♡

♡Miyuki's face is quite recognizable to everyone cause since has been featured in multiple ads. She is quite famous for her delicious pastries, and for working at a popular bakery♡

♡She dreamed of owning her very own bakery before the killing game occurred.. but she was determined to own one after the killing game was over and when everyone was safe♡

♡Miyuki's research lab could be found near the casino and the Hotel Kumasutra as if it were a real bakery:

♡her motive video during chapter 2 was her grandma, cause her grandma was the one who helped her become the person she is today! Her grandma took custody over her when she was a baby since her parents weren't fit enough to take care of her.. Miyuki's grandma was basically the mom she never had! she taught her how to love herself and to never take any disrespect, she was very patient and understanding with her and taught her that it was okay to mess up sometimes.. miyuki loved her grandma dearly so she supports her by doing modeling and working for a famous bakery to make up for her grandma raising her♡

♡English VA: Lara Jill Miller (Haru from beastars)♡

♡Japanese VA: Sayaka Senbongi (Haru from beastars)♡

♡Miyuki is a survivor from the killing game♡

Credits to @merykitten for the relationship template!!🫶💗

If you have any questions about my danganronpa oc then feel free to ask in my question box!!❤️

[sips-tea-cutely]

makiiiii are u dating a yet??? i miss seeing ur slowburn on the dash

guys it turned out im on the aroace spec… INSANE 🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯 he doesnt like hazbin hotel anyway what a loser

ANYWAY TO MY BELOVED MUTUALS……. I HAVE A CINFESSION……. this blog was a bit of an angst moment for me, ive been lying about my age for so long im like genuinely a mentally insane person and im REALLY sorry for lying to all of you, j kinda thought no one would take me seriously if i was really young!! 😪

anyway, i sorta abandoned this blog,,, but im writing again HOLY SHIT SHOCKER 🤯🤯🤯🤯

for the last time potentially on this blog, this was mod maki. if you really like me LOL!!! you can find my reinvention, much more older and honest as maki on @dazai-ritualist ooh and please do leave an ask in my inbox if you came from here, im very interested in how many people will accept segregate HAHAHHAHA

IM 15 NOW GUYS!!! MY BDAY WAS 3 DAYS AGO HAHAHAHA

[lunasohma]

she gets some chicken..! as a treat..!

[madamechrissy]

=͟͟͞♡ Healing Hearts Masterlist =͟͟͞♡

=͟͟͞♡ Part One =͟͟͞♡ Part Two =͟͟͞♡ Part Three =͟͟͞♡ Part four =͟͟͞♡ Part Five =͟͟͞♡ Part Six =͟͟͞♡ Part Seven =͟͟͞♡ Part Eight =͟͟͞♡ Part Nine

=͟͟͞♡ Pairings:-Doctor Gojo x Intern F!Reader

=͟͟͞♡ Contents/warnings- Medical procedures, surgery descriptions, crazy sexual tension, explicit sex, oral, rough sex etc. ER setting. Reader 26, Dr. Gojo 34, small age gap, work sex, overuse of prescription drugs, addiction, lots of complications, lots of humor but also eventual drama and lighy angst. Grey's Anatomy vibes ✨️

=͟͟͞♡ Word Count-so far 70k

=͟͟͞♡ Summary- You are the top Surgical Doctor intern, along with Maki, Yuta and Toge. You all are exhausted from passing the first month, sixteen plus hour days, days you don't even go home, all to get a top spot with the star Surgeon, Dr. Gojo, your resident doctor and boss. Or as you call him, Dr. Hojo. He's takes nothing serious but his surgeries it seems, and has a reputation for being a player, but he has that top spot, so you want to prove your worth! You just have to ignore those stupid butterflies he gives you, and those pretty blue eyes, along with his interest in you, and focus!

♡ Comment to get added to the tag list ♡

Playlist:

Buy me a Coffee ☕️ - Masterlist - Ao3

A/n- The best medical au you can find is Symptoms and Causes by @lostfracturess fyi- this is a lot more lighthearted but as I cant think of too many Dr. Gojo AUS there may be some similarities! I wouldn't have even pictured Gojo as a Dr if not for reading that one 💕 so everyone plz go read hers if you haven't!

[blorboindulgence]

AAAAAAA It's my worm monster!!!! I love how you drew them!!!

I read this fic last year and was thinking about it last night so I drew this. Then I went to check who the author was and. Just realised. @blorboindulgence is this yours

[urauntiefaye]

Can I request Maki nsfw headcannons?

Maki NSFW Head Cannons 🔞

WC: 480

TW: Smut, spanking, sex, oral(receiving and giving), finger sucking, photo taking, not proof Read, let me know is i forgot anything!

A/N: I'm writing this while binge listening to Epic The Musical….anyways i hope you enjoy 😁💕

Makis love language is physical touch, so his hands has to always be on you

If they're not then his body has to at least me touching yours in some kind of way

During sex his hands are ALWAYS on you, either on your ass, thighs, chests, neck, in your hair, gripping your jaw ANYWHERE

He just needs to feel you and he wants your hands on him as well

Doesn't care for bondage because it keeps you from touching him

Loves to take you from behind and pulling you up or laying down to have his chest flushed against your back

Wants you to call him Daddy

Loooooves when you wear lingerie

But also nuts his pants seeing you in his hoodie

Finds you so sexy in casual clothes

He prefers being a Dom because he loves taking care of his partner but even when he's doming he wants you to show some interest and to touch him as well. You don't have to be dominant just show you want him just as much as he wants you

Low-key loves that lazy sex shit, where no one is really taking a position of sub or Dom, you're both just cuddling up and being needy

Can't get enough of dry humping when making out with you

PLAY WITH HIS HAIR

You playing with his hair does two things 1. Calms him down and 2. Turns him on (sometimes both at the same time)

Will come anywhere actually

Bruuuuh when it comes to you giving him a blowjob he wants you to worship it

Will rub his dick across your lips and might even slap your cheek with it

Has to take a photo of you when he covers your face and chest with his cum

100% calls you “my pretty” and “my baby”

Is super possessive over you so he uses possessive words towards you

Spanking>>>>>>>

TAKE.HIS.FINGEES.IN.YOUR.MOUTH

He wants you to suck and swirl your tongue around his fingers to the point to where it's so coated in your saliva

When he eats you out most chances you're sitting on his face

69 is one of his favorite positions

Probs won't do shower sex but won't mind it

Def cleaning the entire bed after sex because he likes to be neat

Dirty in bed - clean afterwards

I don't really see him being into anal, might try it but I don't think it's a big kink for him

Sends thirst videos and photos and expects you to do the same

Phone sex is a MUST when he's away

Has a playlist for when you're having sex…

Loooooves leaving hickeys on you and wants you to do the same

Cuddles and food after sex is a must

Is an ass man but loves a good tit job

If you have tattoos expect him to cum on them btws

[3vergr3en]

hello nanaa!! It's been awhile 😞 but anyways I'm really craving fluff and some &team smau so since you've done &team with a tsundere partner, can you do one &team with a deredere (someone who is affectionate or very clingy basically) partner this time?? take your time and thank youu <3

- 🦦

&Team dating an overly affectionate!girlfriend SMAU💋

(🌸) PAIRING . ot9 x deredere!fem!reader

(💕) CONTENT . nothing but sickening fluff <3

(💭) A/N . guys. it's been a fat minute ngl 😭 school starting again has literally butt-booty fucked me and NOT in a good way. ALSO. HIIIII BABYYYY I'VE MISSED YOUUU, 🦦 ANONNNN <333

(just incase if you cant tell, i REALLY miss fetus maki 🤧)

[chilling-seavey]

I feel like TWIG needs some angst so imagine George finding out that you and your little ones got into a car accident

You are so right, anon 💕 Sorry it took me a bit to get to this one but I had to make sure I was in the writing mindset for angst!!

Warnings: Minor descriptions of car crash, injuries, and shock

It wasn’t quite the same as the real thing; stuffed in a replica of the recent Mercedes chassis facing a large arched screen displaying the virtual circuit of Baku. After almost a decade in the sport, George could have driven those streets with his eyes closed but he knew there was no place for cockiness behind the wheel. Every turn and choice must be meticulously calculated and perfected to pull every second out of the care safely. 

He was just starting another flying lap in the sim when the tone of the speaker tore him from his focus. One of the technicians spoke to him through the windowed wall of the simulator booth,  “George, your phone keeps ringing out here. It’s your wife. Why don’t you take five?”

A spark of concern flickered in his chest, wondering why you were calling multiple times when you rarely so much as messaged him when he was at the factory. He climbed out of the simulator and stepped through the door into the adjacent room that held a few long desks stocked with computers housing impressive data sets and graphs. The employees that took up the seats kept their attention on studying the results of the session while George picked up his phone from where he had left it at the table at the back. 

He noticed three missed calls from you and before he could call you back, his screen filled with your name and contact image with another incoming call. The urgency had his stomach churning and he stepped out into the hallway for a moment of privacy as he answered it.

“Hey, my love, sorry, I was in the sim.” he spoke into the phone, trying not to sound too worried, “Is everything okay?” 

“Hey, yeah, we’re okay,” you answered. 

He could hear the tension in your voice, the slight waver to your words. Somewhere in the distance, there was chatter and the muffled sound of an announcement. 

“I just…” you tried to continue but your words seemed to halt. 

George sat down in a chair in one of the small lounges in the factory, “Love, what is it? You’re scaring me.”

“Sorry,” you breathed, your exhale shaky, “I’m with the kids at the hospital. We, uh…there was…fuck.”

He could tell how shaken you were by the fact you were unable to even piece sentences together but the fact he was only being given bits of the story was sending him into a spiral. With a tight breath, he pressed urgently, “Are you okay? Are they okay?”

“Yeah, no, yeah, we’re fine.” you assured him quickly, “Some bruises but…we’re all fine. Just…got into a little car accident. Came here to be checked out just in case.”

George was filled with equal parts relief and dread. Relief that you were all okay but dread that there had been enough of an accident to have you think about going to the hospital to get checked out. He didn’t even have to think about it before he stood up from the bench and started back down the hallway towards his private room, replying, “Okay…okay, my love, I’m on my way, alright? I have your location, I’ll head to you right now. Stay put, okay?”

“Okay,” you echoed in an exhale lined with a moment of relief, “Thank you. I’m sorry.”

“Oh my God, baby, do not be sorry. I’m just glad you’re okay. I just have to change and I’m coming right to you now.”

“Okay, I love you.”

The shock-stemmed flatness of your voice was chilling.

“I love you too,” George replied easily, his tone extra warm and gentle, “I’ll see you soon.”

He was sure he had never changed faster in his life, tugging off his sim-ready race suit in exchange for his street clothes before he had even alerted his team that he had to go. When he returned to the simulator room to say he was leaving and why, he didn’t even wait for a response before he was closing the door behind him and making a beeline for the stairs of the factory. 

The parking lot of the Brackley headquarters was packed but George’s reserved parking spot wasn’t too far from the front doors of the building. He checked your location on his brisk walk to his car, zooming in on the map to see what hospital you were at and, once he was sitting behind the wheel, he typed the location into the GPS in his car. 

It was ironically a sunny day in England that day, the roads dry and clear as he navigated through the countryside from Brackley to Cambridge. He silently cursed the hour-and-a-half drive as his impatience was settling on his shoulders but he didn’t let it deter him from focusing on the roads ahead. The piece of mind came with the awareness that you were okay.

Once he was parked outside the Addenbrooke Hospital on the southern point of the city of Cambridge, he was hurrying across the lot towards the entry doors, phone pressed to his ear as he called you. You directed him to where you were waiting and once he emerged through the double doors into the waiting room of the wing you were in, his heart was racing. 

You stood from your chair at the sight of him and he rushed to meet you, swallowing you up in a careful embrace. You clung onto him tightly, fingers clutching the back of his shirt and your eyes screwed shut as you buried your face in his neck. He could feel your heavy sigh of relief in his arms as if the tension and stress had been completely dissipated from your body with a simple hug from him. 

Across the waiting room, your two children were distracted by some toys in the corner, playing together, unbothered, as if it were just another day. Watching them for a moment over your shoulder, the only thing George could notice about them was the blue bandaid on your son’s temple.

You pulled away from his embrace a little, voice still a little shaky from the shock as you updated him on the well-being of your children, “She’s the best out of the three of us, basically completely unharmed. Little guy’s cut was from the impact…hitting just the right part of his carseat. I took the worst of it.”

George tore his attention away from the children to look back at you, finally getting a proper look at you up close. It was then that he noticed the bruising over your nose and down your right cheek and jaw, colouring your skin in purples and greens. His eyes trailed down your profile to where you held out your trembling hands, your right wrist wrapped in a bandage.

“Just a minor sprain,” you assured him before he could worry too much. You tried to make light of it with a soft, “The paramedic said it was likely from how hard I was holding onto the wheel when we were hit. She said it was like my ‘mama bear’ instincts took over, trying to keep control of the car the best I could.”

George pulled in a shaky breath and moved back in to hug you again if needing to feel you there, that you were really okay. Your arms smoothly wrapped around his shoulders as he pulled you close, both of you just holding onto each other for a moment. 

“What happened?” George finally asked. He felt as though he had been keeping that question on the tip of his tongue since you had first called him, wanting to know but also wanting to save himself from knowing the cold hard truth. 

You sniffled and pulled back just enough to look at him, although your eyes were downcast as if in shame, “Some idiot made a right turn at an intersection without looking. I braked and swerved just enough to not get entirely t-boned but he hit almost directly on the front driver's side. Hence,”

You held up your sprained wrist.

“Saved the kiddies though.” you mumbled. 

George gently set a hand on your face and pulled you in to press a kiss to your head as if he could pour all his love into that simple action. 

The power behind it had your eyes welling with tears and you whispered out a shaky, “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.”

George tenderly trailed the back of his finger over your uninjured cheek to swipe away a stray tear, “What on earth do you have to be sorry about right now?”

“We took your C63.” you whimpered, another heavy tear dripping down your cheek, “It’s…so fucked. So, so fucked. I know how much you love it…how much you protect it and I didn’t think—”

“Shhh,” George hushed you softly, gently rubbing your biceps comfortingly as he stared into your tear-filled eyes, “The last thing on my mind right now is the car. I hadn’t once thought about the car since you called me. You, the kids…that’s all I care about right now. That’s all I care about ever.”

“Okay,” you choked out through a sob, lifting your hands to hide your face as you burst into tears in the middle of the hospital waiting room. 

George’s arms encircled you and he pressed another kiss to your head, cradling you against his chest and surrounding you with his love and comfort. As much as he adored that car, he truly didn’t care about it in that moment as he held you in his arms. He had trusted you with it, knowing you were always a safe driver, but the one thing that he always knew was the scariest part of driving was that you can’t control what anyone else on the road does.

As he held you, he whispered words of reassurance to you, reminding you with a serious, “We can fix up a car…we can get a new car…but I can’t get a new you.”

His comfort had the damns breaking, causing you to let out your bottled up emotions into his neck with a sobbing, “I was so scared.” 

His heart nearly broke at your confession and he rubbed his hand over your back, comforting you in the only way he knew how and the only way he could offer, “I know, my love. I’m here. I got you.”

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[kireilien]

Hear me out 🙂‍↕️ waking up next to maki in the morning just to help him (PLEASE TELL ME YOU WATCHED THE YUKIAKARI EPISODE, the one where he looks so puffy and pretty while being sleepy 🥹)

Btw you're really good writing!💕

(anon #1, please assign me an emoji😔🙏)

HI ANON! since you use the 💕 emoji a lot, i’ll assign you that one since it’s saur cute BUT YAS grinning from both lips he’s so cute i forget he’s slanging a huge cock 

tw/cw. nsfw content, cursing; no dom/sub dynamics, gn!reader, race neutral reader, established relationship, somnophilia, so dubcon, big cock maki, oral (m receiving), spit play (is it a lien work without it), cum swallowing 

GRGRGRGRAARARARA to wake up maki with your mouth. 

it would be a random morning. the two of you had nowhere to be, so you could stay in for a bit. you woke up a little groggy from your sleep; the sun pouring into your room was a little agitating but pleasant. you checked your phone for a bit before turning to your boyfriend, still in his little dream world. he looked so cute with his eyes closed, lips plump, and funnily enough his messy bed hair going swift in a few directions. 

as maki does, he only sleeps in his boxers with you, saying “it’s comfortable to be just in boxers,” but you just think it’s an excuse for him to see you in his almost naked frame. but anyways, you’re eyeing him. the way his strong arms are loosely on his side, his torso looking like he was sculpted from marble, and oh! look at that. his morning wood laying cutely in his boxers, just waiting for something to be done to it. 

both you and maki have talked about allowing each other to wake each other up by sex, but you’ve never initiated it. so, why not do it now?

you peel back his blanket and you fold back his boxers, allowing his cock to be free. you pull back his boxers to his mid thigh, just enough you could see the entirety of his cock, including his balls. taking a little dribble of spit, you let it fall, watching how it drips down his length. you finally adjust yourself between his legs by laying stomach down underneath the blanket. your mouth hangs loose as you sink your mouth down his fat tip. 

maki jolts slightly, the new temperature of your mouth was new but nothing to wake up from. you continue your way down his length, desperately to take the majority of his cock. your mouth is stretching nearly straining around him. you watch his every move. is he gonna move? but you still continue bobbing your head, laying your tongue flat when you release your mouth off of him, but following your mouth making space for him. 

steadily having your pace, maki feels himself near to cumming but also waking up. you keep at it, but you allowed the tip of his cock hit the very back of the roof of your mouth, causing you to choke slightly from the sudden push. this causes maki to fully wake up, immediately seeing your cute head underneath the blanket. 

“oh? good morning to you too, y/n,” he’d say low, his voice still not warmed up. he sits up slightly to cup your face, almost orchestrating your movements to glide down his length. in a few more bobs of your head, maki cums down your throat, making you swallow every last droplet of his liquid. once you swallowed the entirety of his cum, you come up to his face, “good morning, maki.”

wait why did i eat this awp and the paragraphs are paragraph-ing yas ily 💕 anon

sequel to maki waking you up with head in this love letter!

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[lolabunnyxx20]

I don't know why anyone will choose maki over kugisaki, sure maki gets an insane power up somehow becomes similar to toji but still kugisaki has a dynamic character and she has touched everyone's heart with her classic character

Plus all of u should consider her fighting skills I mean come on for to take on mahito even tho it was his double means kugisaki had guts and tricks up her sleeves if only she knew what was going to happen her death will be averted

Thank you

💕u all jjk fans

[yumandoull]

could you pls do a fwb yuma fanfic pls 😖 were he sees you talking to a boy at a party and he gets jealous and drag you out of there forcefully and yk … BTW LOVE YOUR WORK ! 💕

I don't like the way he's looking at you, I'm starting to think you want him too (A Nakakita Yuma one-shot)

Warnings: fem!reader, ___ is used for reader's name, college house party setting at the start, mentioned Yang Jungwon from Enhypen (think blonde Jungwon at the Prada event for this 😻), other teamies mentioned, jealousy, mdni, slight fingering, pussy slapping (yes.), blowjob, masturbation? idkk?? (reader fingers herself), degradation (use of slut and whore), petnames (use of sweetheart and baby), missionary and cowgirl, groping, unprotected sex (don't!!), breeding and pregnancy kink?, slight(?) overstimulation, implied aftercare (was too lazy to write it but this is ALWAYS A DO), mention/talks on pregnancy. English is not my first language so expect typos/grammatical errors since this is also not proofread, let me know if I missed something!

Word count: 2,076

Message from the doll: Hiii >< I really should stop setting a date to when I'll post like saying I'll post tomorrow or something because I randomly lose motivation and it's so annoying like UGHHH anyway hope you guys enjoy!!

Plot: Nakakita Yuma as your friend with benefits, that's all that it was supposed to be. But what happens when he spots you being a little too close and touchy with that student council vice-president from a different school?

Teaser here

Music’s pulsing, the lights are low, the house is packed. Yuma is seated at a couch, surrounded by his friends and some girls trying to shoot their shots. It's already 10PM, an hour has passed since the party started and Yuma still haven't seen even a single strand of your hair. You did tell him that you were gonna come but still, you could've changed your mind at the last minute.

Just then, K took a seat next to Yuma while he was zoning out. “Waiting for your girl?” The younger heard and scoffed, “She's not ‘my girl’. No strings attached, we agreed to that.”

Nicholas reached out for his drink and took a sip before muttering, “You say that but proceed to rant to us when someone else approaches her.” Yuma's eyes narrowed and he immediately turned to Nicholas, “What did you say?”

“Nothing.”

It was now 10:30PM when Maki took a seat on the couch across Yuma. “Guess who I just spotted together at the dance floor.” Maki started, a little breathless from dancing. “Who?” Harua, who has been at their table the entire time and having snacks because he was just dragged to come, asked.

“Yang Jungwon, that model student from Decelis and guess who he's with..” Maki took a sip of some drink and continued to keep his friends guessing, for the plot. “Maki, just get straight to the point. No one is enjoying this, dude.” Nicholas huffed.

Maki rolled his eyes, “Fine, jeez. Jungwon is with ___, on the dance floor, getting hands on with each other if y'all catch my drift.”

“Bro, no way.” Fuma gasped slightly.

“Seriously? That guy? Here? At a party?” EJ kept questioning, it was rare for Jungwon to be seen at a party. “With ___, no less. The two of them refuse to drink and now they're here? Together?”

“I'm serious, dudes! Look at them right there.” Yuma followed to where Maki was pointing at there you were, dressed in something so deliciously sinful. Your dress sparkled underneath the dim lights, your hair was still perfectly styled. Jungwon was behind you, his hands on your waist as your hips swayed to the beat of the music. You had no care in the world with a cup in hand, cheeks flushed from the drinks you had.

“Never in my life would I have thought of seeing those two, together like that, in a place like this.” Jo muttered out, still eyeing you and Jungwon. “It's like seeing a dog walk on its hind legs..” Harua added in.

Yuma felt something tug at his chest. Why was he feeling this? Why was he affected? He goes around with other girls when you're not available, he just did that last night. So why is he not liking the sight of someone else being close to you? Without even thinking, Yuma suddenly took his phone out of his pocket to message you.

You could feel your phone going off in your purse but you didn't even care. Your mind was in daze from the drinks, a guy who is cute but hot at the same time is literally all over you right now, that phone is getting ignored for the night.

Yuma's jaw tightens as he watches you from the couch, seeing you ignore his texts and start to get more and more touchy with Jungwon. He then suddenly found himself getting up from his seat, ignoring his friends asking where he was going. Without hesitation, he took your wrist and pulled you away from Jungwon. “You're getting too close.” He stated.

Jungwon backed off a little, raising his hands in surrender. “Woah, sorry. Didn't know she was taken. Yuma, right? Nightball athlete?” Yuma didn't respond for a moment, his grip on your wrist tightening slightly. “That's none of your business.” Jungwon chuckled with a strained smile, “Alright alright, I'll back off.”

Once Jungwon was out of sight, Yuma dragged you away from the dance floor to a more secluded hallway in the house. “What the hell, ___? What were you doing with him?” Yuma pinned you against the wall, his hands on either side of you to cage you in. “What the- What was that for?” You tried to push him back a little but it was no use. “You were ignoring me, I kept messaging you.” Yuma's face was now inches from yours, you could smell his cologne mixed with the smell of alcohol. “Because I was having fun!” You crossed your arms and turned away, ignoring the heat forming in your lower stomach from the tension between the two of you.

“And now you're in for a long night.”

Yuma dragged you out of that party to his car outside and drove back to his place. He didn't even bother parking the car properly and immediately unbuckled his seatbelt and yours, pulling you out of the passenger seat. He opened the front door and not even a minute inside, your back was against the door with Yuma's lips crashing yours in a hard, messy, possessive kiss. You could hear the front door lock click as Yuma's kisses trailed down your jaw as usual but it wasn't the soft and gentle kisses from before, it was filled with pent-up feelings and jealousy. “You look fucking beautiful in this dress, baby..” He mumbled against your neck, “It's a shame that I'll rip it off though but, not really because I get to see you again. Every part of you.”

Yuma pushes you away from the door, leading you backwards while having his lips on yours until the back of your legs hit his bed. He pushes you on your back, hovering above you. “I bet you're already dripping, hm?” You felt Yuma’s hands trail down from your waist to your thighs and without warning, he pushed the soaked fabric of your panties and ran two fingers up your slit, earning a gasp from you. “I was right, aren't you a little slut?” Yuma pulled his fingers away, teasing you with his fingers. “Did you get wet because of me…or because of Jungwon?” Yuma's eyes narrowed when you didn't answer and he suddenly landed a harsh slap on your pussy. “Answer my question, baby.”

“You..! It's because of you..” You let out a pathetic sounding whine, getting pretty desperate but Yuma is really making sure that you are in for a long night. “Yuma, please..” He hummed in response as he continued to tease you, “Work for it.”

You were confused and didn't fully register Yuma's words when he lifts you up to all-fours above him and he unzips his jeans, pushing them down with his underwear. “You know what to do, slut.” Yuma's fingers carded through your hair, watching you take his length in your mouth. A low, almost a growl, sound vibrated from his chest as you started to bob your head up and down slowly. “You're doing great, baby. Such a good whore for me..”

“Touch yourself while you're blowing me.” Yuma looked at your eyes dart up to him when those words left his lips, “What, didn't hear me? I said touch yourself while you're blowing me. If you make yourself come while your lips are wrapped around me, maybe I'll go a little easier tonight.” Yuma watched as your fingers trailing down from your chest, to your belly, to your dripping pussy. His eyes locked as you easily inserted two fingers inside yourself, your moans muffled on his cock. The squelchy sounds of your fingers going in and out of your pussy, the occasional gagging sounds from you, and Yuma's groans filled the room. “God, I'm too impatient for this..” Was all you heard when Yuma suddenly pulled you away from his length and pinning you back down on the bed.

He hurriedly slid your panties down your legs, tossing them somewhere on the floor with your dress and bra following after. Yuma spat on his hand before rubbing hard and fast circles on your swollen clit, earning short gasps and whimpers from you. “You like that, baby? Look at you, all red and puffy down here.” His other hand grips on your waist, making sure you can't get away. Yuma comes back up to hover above you, his arms on either side of your head, caging you on the bed. Without waiting another moment, Yuma enters you in one thrust. “Still so warm and tight, it's like you're made for me.” His mouth found your neck, littering open-mouthed kisses and bites. Yuma starts slow, letting you adjust but also to tease.

You whimpered, pushing your hips against Yuma's. You heard him chuckle in an almost mocking manner, “Someone's needy, hm?” Yuma lifts both your legs, placing them on his shoulders before starting to pound into you. “This is what you need, right?” He groans, hands tight around your hips, pulling them in time to meet his thrusts. “So pretty…look at your boobs bouncing while I fuck you.” One of Yuma's hands leave your hips to roughly grope and squeeze your tits, adding another layer of pleasure for you. Yuma took both your legs and pushed forward, almost completely folding you in half.

“Yuma-! R-right there! Please..” Your grip on the sheets became tighter, your hands pulling and twisting them next to you. “I know where you like it, baby. No need to tell me.” He starts hitting deeper and with more force, knowing exactly how to make you fall apart. With your moans filling the room, it didn't take long for Yuma to feel close to the edge. “I'm close, can I cum inside? Bet you would love that, slut.” You nodded almost immediately, also feeling the familiar intense feeling on your lower abdomen. “Mhm! Please, I need it.” Yuma leans down to bite near your collarbone, leaving a mark that is a bit difficult to hide. “Want me to knock you up? You'll attend your classes with a round belly? You'd still be the prettiest girl in the room.” He was puffing and huffing above you as he chased his release, you heard Yuma groan as he released a ton of his thick and sticky load inside of you, triggering your own orgasm. Yuma lets go of your legs, laying them flat back on the bed and letting you breathe for a few moments. “Done catching your breath, sweetheart? Because I'm not done.”

“Wait what?” You were suddenly flipped over, now straddling Yuma. He tsked, watching his cum drip down your pussy. “Can't even keep them inside you..” He teased and added, “I'll fix that.” Yuma stated before lifting your hips and sitting you down on his cock. Still sensitive from your previous orgasm, you let out a weak whimper. “I can't anymore..”

“Yes, you can.” Yuma immediately replied, already lifting your hips up and down to meet with his upward thrusts. His pace became faster and rougher, earning some broken pleads and whines from you. You eventually collapsed against Yuma, head resting on his chest with your arms wrapped weakly around him. “Aww, poor slut can't take it.” He chuckled but despite slowing down, his pace became more intense. Your brain turned to mush, moans spilling out of your mouth. “Yuma- s'too much..” Yuma shushed you, his hand coming to stroke your hair as he continued to fuck his cum back inside your pussy. It didn't take long before Yuma released another load inside you, his head falling back against the pillows.

After cleaning around the room and taking a bath, you laid silently in bed next to Yuma. The silence was tense, the two of you not sure of what to say before Yuma finally broke the silence. “Sorry for…uhm, I guess I'm the one getting my emotions involved here.” He admitted. The thought of you with someone else earlier that night was still bothering him, it definitely wasn't the alcohol anymore. “It's okay, I am too.” You confessed as well.

Yuma immediately looked at you, shifting to his side to face you. “Seriously? Is that why you were asking who was the girl I was with?” He questioned and you replied with a nod. Yuma smiled, a warm smile. “You should read for now, we'll talk about our feelings tomorrow.”

“And the fact that you came inside me two times?”

“It's not like I'm gonna leave you! I have been told that I am great with children, baby.”

Note from the doll: hope y'all got the mean girls reference ANYWAY awaken the bloodline is starting in three days omg congrats to everyone who will be able to attend suppressing tears. PLEASE THEY DON'T EVEN HAVE A STOP IN MY COUNTRY AND I DON'T KNOW IF I CAN AFFORD A TICKET TO ATTEND LET ALONE A FLIGHT SOMEWHERE??? 😿

[eliza-and-her-monsters]

₊˚⊹♡ a touch without violence ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

character: maki zenin x fem mc

summary: this was supposed to just be a little self indulgent venting selfship drabble but… instead turned into whatever this is 😭 so yes it’s a bit messy and random and probably not the best but i have not been feeling the greatest though and really needed to hear this, so maybe you do too. regardless of if you do or not i hope it helps 💕

contains/tw: fluff, angst w/ comfort, aged-up/post shinjuku showdown arc maki, arranged marriage, brief depictions of healed burns, touch-averse mc, brief discussions of trauma that allude to physical abuse, and slight depictions of scars that allude to self harm. as always if you read this and feel like i may have accidentally missed any triggers please let me know!

wc: 4.6k (i wish i was joking-)

remember you are responsible for your own media consumption!! 💕

The first time she touched me I had nearly been launched right into a meltdown at the snap of my fingers. It had been an accident, it had barely meant anything, just a simple hand on my back to slip past me yet it had felt like an electric shock at the time. She hadn’t even known what she did wrong. Just stood there, dumbfounded, thinking surely our hatred towards each other couldn’t run so deep to the point where a simple touch would’ve sent me off to fits.

I don’t want to think about what she must’ve thought about herself in those few moments that followed after I had took off towards my room and proceeded to hide. She didn’t directly come after me, she waited it out, probably sat on the couch chewing on her fingernails while panic texting either Toge or Panda. At least 20 minutes afterwards though I heard a knock on the door and found her standing outside with a guilty expression I wasn’t familiar with in her.

She cleared her throat, clearly trying to keep herself stable as she peered down at me, “I won’t push you to talk to me about what happened, but I am going to stay with you so I can make sure you’re safe and you aren’t doing anything stupid.”

I understood what she was implying almost instantly, causing another hit of shame and drop to my heart as I glued my eyes towards the floor where I could just barely see Maki stretching her fingers out towards my hand. Only this time I didn’t pull away, I just let her slide her gentle fingers around my wrist with an instinctual flinch from my end that only turned into a tiny shiver once I felt her thumb brushing over the underside of the scarred skin. “It’s okay, I’m not mad… we all have scars.” My eyes were glassy whenever I peered up at her next, throat closed like I had forgotten how to speak. “And I won’t tell anybody as long as you promise that next time you get the urge to do this you’ll come talk to me instead, deal?” I had only gulped a heavy lump of tears down my throat with a nod, and she must’ve been satisfied by the answer, because she didn’t push anything else.

She stayed with me that night, we slept on opposite sides of the bed and she kept her hands to herself all except for one finger. Her small pinky wrapped around my own like she was making a promise. ‘I will show you a touch that isn’t violent.’

I didn’t automatically get comfortable over night, but I was better than I was. I still flinched every time we brushed against each other but there were no more meltdowns. And every single night whenever we both sprawled out on the couch for our nightly ‘bonding session’ of tv shows and movies I caught myself inching closer and closer towards her. I don’t even know how it happened or when it happened, just that at one point I could sit through an entire movie with our shoulders touching and didn’t feel the need to pull away once. It was almost comforting. Shoulders soon turned into arms, arms leading towards the loop of pinkies and ankles, and then one day I noticed her fingers intertwined through mine… and it didn’t feel uncomfortable for even a moment.

I started choosing darker and/or scarier movies so I had more of an excuse to get closer towards her. Even though realistically I don’t think I would’ve needed one, it still helped my pride to think I at least had an excuse to be clingy. And it took me triggering myself before I would finally let myself be held. I had felt pathetic the entire time. But those were emotions I could fight with later, with Maki, for once.

“Why do you keep choosing these movies if you know they’re only going to scare you?” She only chuckled to herself the moment she felt my hand squeezing around her forearm. She stole a look over at me perched next to her whenever a look of realization finally filled her features. “Oh, I think I know what you want.” She spoke, gently tugging her arm out of my grasp to let it inch upwards as if giving me a chance to change my mind. It was a big step after all. A monumental step that I’d be honest still left me shaking if I thought too hard about it. I had chosen a graphic enough movie though to where it wasn’t weighing on my mind too heavily. Enough to where one trigger outweighed the other. “You sure?”

I nodded in response, already wringing my hands in my lap and flinching the moment another striking attack flashed against the screen. “Maki!” I practically whined with a frustrated groan in an attempt not to sound too pathetic.

“Okay, okay… just relax.” She spoke through another snicker, but in a way I didn’t mind the laughs from her end. It felt less serious that way, less heavy, less like I was trying to complete a ritual to break myself of some ancient curse that I would shatter everything I touched.

I tightened all of my muscles to keep from flinching the moment I felt her arm laying out against my shoulders. The weakest tremor seemed to course through me, it didn’t feel like a constant terrified tremble though. Rather more like a shiver. “It’s okay, it’s just me… I’ve got you.” Her voice was more soothing than I swore I had ever heard it be before as she pulled me closer into her side and I finally let my own arms move to slide around her waist as I placed my head on her chest, ear pressed right against her sternum where I could faintly hear the thump of her heartbeat underneath; and I nearly felt like sobbing at the sound.

She was so warm it felt as if I’d never be cold again, she was softer than any pillow and any mattress I had ever fallen asleep on. And the way she smelled… oh, the way she smelled so much sweeter than I ever expected her to. Sweet but mellow… soothing even, like fresh aloe vera mixed with cherry blossoms and the warmth of amber. I never wanted to smell anything else ever again. The tears pricked my eyes as I burrowed my face into her chest, hand shaking as I knotted the excess fabric of her shirt into my fist. Completely and utterly terrified to let go.

I hadn’t even realized I was crying until I felt the pressure building up behind my eyes and I heard her gently shushing me from above. “I know… I know.” I felt her other arm squeeze around me, and for once the feeling only felt safe, secure. Strong arms that felt like a shield as she seemed to cradle me like I was some prized possession. I think I would’ve been okay with it if I was.

“For what it’s worth, I’m proud of you.” She murmured just before I could feel her calloused yet still so gentle palm stretch against the side of my face causing me to steal a blurred glance up at her.

“It feels like such a tiny thing.” My voice felt so weak after such long periods of disuse. Sometimes I almost wondered if it still worked at all.

“It’s not.” Maki voiced, brushing her thumb underneath my aching eyes, and I couldn’t help but to let my cheek nuzzle into her hand as I screwed my eyes shut before another wave could come on. “I’m never… ever, going to let anybody else hurt you. And if they do just know that I’ll make them pay for it.” Her lips felt soft as she let them brush delicately against my forehead. A cautious little peck, testing the waters even though we had managed to progress on kisses probably more than anything else. But I was still surprised to see how the most innocent of gestures could still be the most intimate.

Maki cleared her throat as she pulled me back into her chest, almost like she was trying to keep me from seeing her blush too hard as she reached for the remote to busy herself. I could tell whenever it came to her own emotions we still had some work to do. We would get there though. “This movie is getting to be uhhh… a bit too intense for me too so- why don’t we switch to something else?”

“Or we could just lay here.” I suggested with my voice still muffled into her shirt.

“We could… but you hate silence though.”

“It’s not silent,” I corrected with a shake of my head, “I can hear your heartbeat.”

I could feel a quick rise in her chest, like her breath had suddenly halted in her lungs while her grip around me only seemed to tighten. “Well… that’s fucking adorable.” I couldn’t help but let out a tiny chuckle at her statement, mentally rolling my eyes at her poetic words just before I could practically hear her gulping a heavy lump down her throat. A small quiver sweeping over her body even; I almost forgot that she wasn’t used to being held either. “Seriously though that’s… I-I don’t know- th-this feels really good.”

“Yeah? This is okay for you?” I still caught myself being nervous even now, catching my bottom lip in between my teeth with an anxiety-induced bite.

“Wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t.” I could almost hear the smug smirk in her words before her voice softened ever so slightly. “Seriously though, we can just lay here for a minute… or several… or all night. But if you ever tell the boys how soft I’m being right now then I’ll revoke your cuddles.”

“No, you won’t.” I said simply, carefully lifting my legs to stretch across her lap, almost sighing in relief as all of the tension packed into my muscles seemed to fade away.

“No,” She whispered with a little sigh of relief, other arm sliding over them almost as if to cradle me, pull me closer if the act was even possible. “I won’t. I don’t think I could ever.” And just like that- I let myself melt right into her.

I started trying to trust her whenever she spoke to me too, that had probably been even harder to learn how to do than anything else. Because people always told you that they would be there for you if you ever needed them, until you actually did. I was taught a long time ago that you couldn’t rely on anybody else, why would Maki be any different?

I was still set off by the littlest things, the simplest little triggers that a non-traumatized version of me would’ve even sought out. I used to think stories about sapphic love were the best things to ever exist. They were my favorite types of stories. The greatest and most pure versions of love I had ever seen. But now they only hurt.

Having your one and only experience with romance be an arranged marriage could mess with your head sometimes. There were almost some moments where I could convince myself that things with Maki were real. At the end of the day though these stories only seemed to be a stark reminder that she still didn’t choose me. A reminder that not everyone got happy endings.

It was late by the time Maki got home, I was still curled up in the cold king-sized bed with a book in one hand and the other squeezed around my stomach as if trying to hug myself. Just another attempt to self soothe even though the hot tears burning my eyes and making my head throb didn’t seem to stop. “Hey sweetheart, sorry I’m late. That curse was kind of giving me a hard time.” I could hear her heavy sigh from the living room, practically picturing her kicking her shoes off and yanking on her tie to loosen it. She went silent after that for a moment, leaving me trying my hardest to halt the incessant flow of tears before she inevitably made her way back to the bedroom and noticed something was up. Silence was usually a sign, and she was always an observant one.

I could already hear her soft footsteps trailing down the hallway before she paused in the door frame of the bedroom with a soft frown forming on her lips. “Bad ending?” She wondered with a glance down at the book that I still clutched in my lap. My silence must’ve been answer enough for her as she cleared her throat and let her feet carry her towards the side of the bed. “Good ending then. You’re just not looking for a good ending though, are you?” She questioned before taking a cautious seat on the mattress, always keeping her distance until I gave her the okay to get closer.

“They’re comforting sometimes… bad endings.” I sniffled lightly, a faint tremor creeping into my hand as I lifted it to futility brush the tears away. “It’s selfish though, to wish bad endings on somebody else just because you don’t get a happy ending, you know? I- I don’t have a right to do that, I-I don’t have a right to be bitter.”

Maki hummed a bit to herself just before I could feel the slight tickle of her brushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “I don’t know, I think all of us have reserved the right to be just a little bit more bitter, don’t you think?”

The tiniest little smile tugged at the corners of my lips, a tearful chuckle following just as I caught myself almost nudging my way back to her hand. Maki caught on shortly though, letting her hand envelope the side of my face as I nuzzled my cheek into her palm attached to knuckles that I now noticed were still bloodstained from earlier. “Maybe you do, I don’t know if I do though.”

The more gentle she was though the more my eyes seemed to water and the more my bottom lip seemed to tremble as I squeezed my pathetic hands into little fists as if that’d stop anything. “Talk to me.” She murmured, my face growing cold the moment she moved her hand only to slide a cautious arm around my shoulders as she pulled me in. It was getting easier to fall into her at least, and I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t healing. It was just too easy to forget that it was only a façade though. Her arm squeezing around my shoulders as she lounged back in bed and let me curl up on her chest. She was only being nice. It wasn’t because it was real. “Talk to me.” She still whispered… no, demanded, just as a stern pair of fingers were lightly grasping my chin to tilt my head upwards to meet hers. “I’m only going to hold you like this if you talk to me.”

“That isn’t fair.” I spoke through the most pathetic whimper before I wrenched my chin out of her grasp only to burrow my face back into her chest where I felt the faintest little sigh of frustration. I was starting to lose it, acting like some petulant child that I knew she would grow tired of some point and probably beg to be set free of.

“What also isn’t fair is coming home late to find my fiancée crying in bed and she won’t tell me what’s wrong so I don’t know how to help or make things better.” My hormones must’ve been at least 50 shades of fucked up because the moment I felt her hands on my shoulders as if to pry me away from her another strangled sob and stab of emotions spilled from my lips, hands a quivering mess as I clutched onto her with what seemed to be dear life.

“I just…” I gulped a heavy lump down my throat, trying to push away every part of me that was too scared to talk to her about things like this. It might’ve sounded stupid, but I had never pictured myself opening up to someone like Maki. I had never thought she would care about things so trivial such as the emotions of the person she had looked down upon the most in school. And yet she had still been the one to kiss my scars and make me feel safe at night in an apartment I always pictured we’d just be indifferent roommates in. Maybe there was a part of her that cared. I just had to be willing to see it. “Sometimes I just read stuff like that and I wonder what the hell is wrong with me. Why is it so easy for everyone else to find the person that they’re in love with but- but for me it’s been… fuck, it’s been impossible? A-And sometimes I just compare myself to every other love story out there and I just start to think- y-you know, maybe I’m just broken. Maybe I’m just not meant to be loved. M-Maybe I’m just… unlovable.”

The tiniest gasp hitched in my throat the moment I felt Maki’s hands on my cheeks with a sharp look within her eyes, “No, you are not unlovable. You could never be unlovable. I-I have seen unlovable before and believe me, baby, it is not you.” My heart jumped the tiniest bit in my chest at the unfamiliar pet name. Maki already wasn’t one to use pet names, let alone ones like ‘baby’, she had only just started calling me ‘sweetheart’ a few days ago. And even though it was probably just to make me feel better or because she had learned I liked it whenever she called me that, it still made something pause in me. Something that made me think for at least a moment that it wasn’t all forced.

Her breathing sounded the slightest bit shaky as I felt her pressing her forehead to mine, my hands bundling up into anxious fists against her chest. And for a second I almost thought she was getting emotional too, which was even less like Maki. Nevertheless I could’ve almost sworn I heard a slight twinge of a quiver in her words, “I don’t ever want to hear those words coming out of your mouth again, do you understand me?”

My glassy eyes were wide as I fought the urge to wince, but she wouldn’t hurt me, I knew she wouldn’t hurt me. She didn’t know her own strength sometimes but whenever it came to me, to this, she was cautious enough to where I’d be sure. “Look, I-” she lowered her voice with a sigh and a shake of her head as she gradually let her hands slip away from my face, “I used to feel like that too, especially after, you know, everything that happened in shibuya. I was convinced I was just going to… die without ever getting to, you know, experience what this kind of love actually feels like.” I let myself settle against the headboard next to her, watched her as she tilted her head back against the material as if she could hardly hold her eyes open. I almost felt guilty, but I knew the second I apologized or told her that she should get some rest instead then she’d probably never come back to it. “And then I wake up covered pretty much waist up in burns with probably permanent nerve damage and, I don’t know, the world of sorcerers can be pretty shallow and aren’t typically down to go for somebody like me. Permanently scarred, clan failure, almost zero cursed energy-”

“I like your scars though.” I blurted the words out before I could even think about them. God I could be so insensitive sometimes, but Maki didn’t appear to mind.

A small smile even tugged on her lips as she glanced down at where I sat with my cheek pressed to the corner of her shoulder, fiddling around with her loose sleeve. “You do?” She questioned, almost as if she wondered if she heard the words wrong. And meanwhile she slowly reached for her sleeve to gradually roll the fabric up to her elbow.

“Yeah, they… they almost remind me of like, tiger stripes in a way.” I could almost notice the tiniest wince mixed with a hitch in her throat as I delicately traced my fingers over the scarred skin that had slowly smoothed out over the years. Now like lightening shaped indentations encircling the entire length of her arm. Going from angry red to pale pink to a mixture of white and a slightly dull skin color. It felt terribly intimate, but she didn’t pull away, just let her arm lay in between us with her palm facing the ceiling. “So, do you still feel like that?” I murmured after a moment of silence to peer up at her.

Maki almost seemed like she had been sucked in a trance though, the slightest bit of water gathered in her eyes that she tried to blink away to the best of her ability. “Ummm… s-sorry, what?”

“That you’ll never know what that kind of love feels like?” My eyes almost widened the moment she turned to face me, her normally striking amber that I had never seen get so soft before. She didn’t look like this to anyone else, warm and inviting like they were just begging me to squeeze closer.

“No…” She answered simply with a small shrug. “No, I don’t think I do.”

“Oh…” I had hoped it didn’t sound like I was disappointed. Loneliness could be so unfair sometimes, because obviously I never wanted anybody else to feel like that, but I didn’t want to be the only person either.

“Hey, wait, don’t go quiet on me just yet.” Maki spoke, catching my face in her hand once more just before I could glue my eyes to our laps again. All I wanted was to stop the tears though, stop crying for once in my life, stop crying in front of her even though I was starting to forget who else was left to cry in front of. Who else was left at all?

“Maki, I can’t do this.” The words were forced, another denial not only to her but also to myself… mostly myself. Just before I was about to pull away though her scarred hands latched onto my shoulders to more or less yank me into her arms. The lack of pain behind the force was telling however, physically fighting herself not to be strong, for once.

“Stop fighting me.” She ordered the moment she felt my hands pressing flat against her chest as if to try and push her away. It would never work though, her arms already felt like permanent binds around me and I would never in a million years overpower her. I had never even wanted to. I had just wanted her to stop pretending, stop making me feel like it’s real whenever we both knew the circumstances. I wouldn’t tease myself again. I couldn’t. My hands curled back into her shirt, fisting into the excess fabric, like I just needed something to hold on to before I lost myself entirely. But the sobs were giving way though, tears that felt like a series of tsunamis that racked relentlessly through my entire body. And I didn’t know what else to do besides let myself break.

Everything felt muffled as I burrowed my face into Maki’s neck, every inch of me shaking like I was in the middle of a snowstorm. The words I spoke were barely audible once I finally caught a break in between the cries, pathetic and stupid words that had me hating myself more than what I thought was possible. “What if nobody ever loves me?” What if nothing ever changes? What if it’s just not meant for me?

Maki’s breathing seemed to hitch again, for just the briefest moment before her hands could pry me apart from her for just another moment. A push and pull that had me whimpering even as she held my red and irritated cheeks in her hands for the millionth time. An expression in her eyes that almost looked like hurt with the smallest string of guilt looped into it. Wide eyes that I swore could’ve almost held a hint of innocence. Had I hurt her? Even though the idea that anyone outside of her family could successfully hurt Maki Zenin’s feelings had always seemed impossible to me. Especially the idea that I could, of all people.

“You… you think I don’t love you?” She spoke, eyebrows that only furrowed together in hurt, and I was almost scared to answer her, scared to tell her the truth.

“I just… I- y-you didn’t choose me, Maki. Th-This was all arranged, you were forced-”

“Fuck that.” She cursed, the sudden sharpness in her voice almost making me flinch. “If I wanted to tell them no, then I would have. I’ve been disgraced by the Zenin clan before, I’ve walked away from them before, for fuck’s sakes I turned my back on my own twin sister. If I didn’t wanna fucking be here right now, then I wouldn’t be!”

I watched her throat bob as she gulped a heavy lump down her throat, eyes glistening as if they were about to give way to more hidden tears. But has she ever even cried before? “I’m sorry-” I had barely gotten the apology out before she was shaking her head and drawing backwards to run a quivering hand through her hair before suddenly yanking the usual ponytail from its hold leaving it to cascade down her shoulders. She had grown it all back fairly easily after Shibuya, still the sight of seeing her with it like that almost felt like the most intimate moment of all.

“Goddamn it, baby, I was talking about you! Wh-Whenever I said I knew what that kind of love feels like I was talking about you! Only you! It has only ever been you! And maybe you weren’t my very first choice but it wouldn’t have been anyone else either! So you’re wrong, because I did choose you! I am choosing you! And there is not a single other universe where I wouldn’t choose you!” Her voice cracked, tears that almost felt mythical as they streamed down her face. She didn’t hide them this time though, she let me see every single one. “I love you.” The words almost felt like a punch, the sharpest whimper puncturing my lungs as I tried to muffle it behind my hand.

“I love you.” It was quieter this time as she made her way back towards me, hands finally caressing my cheeks with no intention to let go, only to pull me in closer until I fell right back into her embrace. My body strewn across her lap as she slid her careful fingers through my hair and held me right to her chest. “I love you… and there’s not a single thing I wouldn’t do to convince you of that.” Her lips brushed against my hairline with a featherlight touch, and her grip didn’t loosen for even a second as she let herself lounge backwards, taking me right with her. “Just tell me what I need to do, baby, and I’ll do it.”

My eyes were heavy in the aftermath, tears soaking into her shirt until I couldn’t hold them open anymore. “Just stay with me.” My voice came out hoarse and cluttered with misuse, but for once the tremors were gone. The only words I had said that I was completely sure of, “I love you too.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” Maki spoke with the softest little yawn from above me that only gave way to a quiet yet tearful chuckle. “And don’t worry sweetheart, I know you do.”

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NANDEMONAIYA

pairing: Charles Leclerc x VA Reader

faceclaim: Hamabe Minami

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charlesleclerc good to be back home 🤍

user1 oh, to be loved by Charles Leclerc

user2 I just know she is beautiful 💕

user3 WHEN WILL IT BE MY TURN 😫

user4 MY PARENTS

user5 They way his feed changes to just her whenever he is on break

user6 CHARLES IT’S BEEN 4 YEARS WHEN WILL YOU SHOW US HER FACE!

user7 I love bf Charles ❤️

user8 They could easily be the cutest couple on the grid if we knew anything about her and saw her at gp’s

| user9 I can’t believe she’s been to so | many and we have never been able to get | a glimpse of her

| user10 She is either a really private | person or she is also famous

user11 I love that he is keeping this relationship private, but not a secret 💖

user12 WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO TO BE HER IN MY NEXT LIFE 😩

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charlesleclerc SHE SAID YES 🤍💍🥂

user1 CONGRATULATIONS 😭

user2 OMFG ARE YOU SERIOUS!

user3 I can’t believe Charles is engaged!

user4 THE LAST PICTURE‼️

user5 THE BOAT RIDE! THE RING! THE BREAKFAST IN BED! WHEN IS IT MY TURN 😭

user6 🥹🥹🥹

user7 WILL YOU SHOW US HER FACE NOW!

| user8 They will be married for years | with 3 kids and we still won’t know | what she looks like 🙂

user9 I KNOW THAT WEDDING IS GONNA BE BEAUTIFUL

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charlesleclerc Soon to be YN Leclerc 🤍

user1 Charles can you fight

user2 I AM NOW A YN FAN ACCOUNT

user3 OMFG SHE’S MITSUHA! CHARLES IS MARRYING MITSUHA!

user4 I just fell to my knees in the middle of Walmart 😭

user5 I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU HAVE BEEN DATING YN FOR YEARS!

user6 THE PLAY THE PIANO TOGETHER 🥹

user7 STUNNING, AMAZING, and umm he’s there 🙂

user8 IM SO SINGLE 😔

user9 I’m gonna cry myself to sleep now

user10 Charles is such a lover boy ❤️

user11 He is so in love 🥰

user12 I WANT WHAT THEY HAVE‼️

user13 HOW IS SHE CUTE AND HOT AT THE SAME TIME

user14 I can’t believe Charles is dating Maki from JJK

| user15 MAKI? YOU MEAN TOGA!

user16 I want to know how they met because I would have never guessed this

user17 I need to know which character YN has voiced is Charles’s favorite!

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Hello! I'm a 20 year old college student and I like to write on the side! My blog name is starrihan but you can call me starri! I don't have a consistent upload schedule but all my works will be linked when I finish writing them! Here are some things to know before requesting!

~ I only write for txt, enhypen, boynextdoor, and &team (finally!!)

~ Right now, I’m only comfortable writing fem! Reader or gender neutral! Reader

~ I DO write smut but i will NOT be writing it for Woonhak, and Maki, only suggestive works for them for now (this is subject to change in the future I just can’t see them in that way)

~ If you send in a request, please be as specific as you would like me to write. I will try my best to accommodate any and all requests, but if you leave a general ask I will assume I’m being given the creative freedom to write anything pertaining to the request

~ Please be nice and understand that asks may take a while as I am in college and have a busy schedule

~ I write reactions, fics, mtls, drabbles/ short posts, etc.

~ I DO NOT WRITE: member x member, incest, stepcest, noncon/ dubcon, scat/ piss play, furry, hybrid, as I do not feel comfortable writing it

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~ Feel free to dm me requests, links or even if you're just having a tough time and want someone to chat with! My dm's are open for all inquiries and rambles 💕

~ From now on you guys are my little sea stars 🤩 (my very own fandom name 🤭)

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🎸 - “BUT WE ARENT THOUGH”

BEFORE YALL START COMING AT ME FOR NOT UPLOADING, i had the BIGGEST blue lock hyper fixation i even started thinking dropping kiss n tell to make an oliver aiku smau 😧

BUT WERE STILL HERE

thanks to everyone in the discord server for keeping me strong and threatening me to post this 😇

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see you next month guys LMFAAOOO /hj

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