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reader: im so hungry i could eat..ryuguji ken

bad timeline! mikey’s, slowly looking over: ..pardon?

THIS TREND WOULD BE SO FUNNY WITH HIM IM SORRY 😭

This trend is hilarious!!! To say that to Mikeys face though would take guts, but to say it specifically to any Mikey but Manila!Mikey, they're not gonna find this little trend amusing.

[zenbunni]

Should I give into the dark thoughts and write a manjiro pegging drabble...

[zenbunni]

“bad idea, right?” | manjiro sano x reader

one-shot 𓂃⋆.˚

synopsis: one text, one photo, and y/n’s back where she swore she’d never be—under mikey, in his car, forgetting every reason she left. they always crash back into each other, and this time’s no different.

characters: manjiro “mikey” sano, fem!reader, hinata tachibana, kakucho

warnings: smut (18+), explicit sexual content, college au, public sex (in a car), unprotected sex, rough sex, possessive behavior, degradation, recording during sex, mild exhibitionism, toxic relationship dynamics, marking (biting/hickeys), light humiliation, implied jealousy/territorial behavior, explicit language, explicit sexting, dom/sub undertones

notes: this is how i see manila! mikey behaves. anyways, enjoy the meal. <3

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“y/n!! get up!! you can’t seriously skip the year-end party—literally the entire university is there!”

hina’s voice rang out through the dorm like a fire alarm. she stood by y/n’s bed, arms crossed, glaring down at the human lump buried beneath layers of blankets.

“exactly why i’m not going!” y/n’s muffled voice came from under the covers. “everyone’s gonna be there. including that asshole manjiro sano. now leave me to rot in peace.”

it was new year’s eve. people outside were partying, counting down to midnight, kissing strangers. meanwhile, y/n was in her pajamas, refusing to move from the four corners of her room like some grumpy little hermit.

“it’s 7pm and you haven’t moved all day! this is non-negotiable!” hina barked as she ripped the blanket off, only for y/n to groan dramatically and slam a pillow over her face.

“ughhh!!! go awayyy!”

hina sighed. time to bring out her last card.

“i’ll pay for your boba tea. every friday. for a month.”

…silence.

then—zoom. y/n launched herself out of bed and sprinted to the shower like she was being chased by the devil himself.

hina burst out laughing. “works every time.”

fast forward to the party—some absolute legend apparently rented out the whole club, because this place? was insane. neon lights, blaring music, bodies everywhere. a walking health hazard, but make it aesthetic.

“okay… this isn’t bad,” y/n said, arms crossed, trying to look unimpressed. but inside, she was already calculating how many free drinks she could milk before midnight.

hina, catching the bluff, just smirked. “yeah yeah, c’mon.” she dragged her inside.

they waded through a sea of familiar faces—classmates, org-mates, and people who definitely hated group work. y/n had her fair share of attention. after all, she did used to date the manjiro sano. yes, that one. toman’s golden boy. dating him made her untouchable. practically royalty.

…until he pulled the world’s biggest 180 and turned into a flaming dickhead. long live the bastard king.

as they made their way deeper into the club, y/n suddenly stopped in her tracks. and there he was.

manjiro sano.

tongue-deep in some random girl’s mouth, gripping her ass with one hand and holding a beer with the other.

and of course, he felt her staring. because mid-kiss, he opened one eye, locked eyes with y/n, and—smirked. didn’t even stop. just kept kissing the girl like she was the dessert and he skipped dinner.

y/n’s eye twitched. “you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

mikey whispered something to the girl, who nodded and walked off.

he made his way toward y/n, who was mentally preparing to commit a crime.

“fancy seeing you here, sexy,” he greeted, eyes sweeping her up and down like she was tonight’s main course. he took a swig from his drink like he wasn’t being the most annoying man alive.

“i’m leaving,” y/n snapped, rolling her eyes and turning on her heel.

but mikey grabbed her wrist, smiling like the menace he was.

“whoa, you just got here. don’t be rude, princess. at least stay for a drink at my party.”

“your party?” y/n said, deadpan. her glare shot straight to hina, who immediately avoided her gaze.

“oh my god—michi’s here i gotta go!! love you bye!!” hina bolted, abandoning y/n like a traitor in a rom-com.

“hina—!”

“guess it’s just you and me now, princess,” mikey grinned, sliding an arm around her and leaning in for a cheek kiss.

y/n expertly dodged, turning her face. he laughed, sighing like she wounded him, “ouch.”

she yanked his hand off her arm. “goodbye, sano. it was not nice seeing you.” she flashed him the fakest smile known to mankind and strutted off toward the bar.

“what happened to ‘babe’?!” mikey shouted after her, teasing like he wasn’t trying to ruin her entire night.

without missing a beat, y/n flipped him off.

happy new year indeed.

y/n and mikey started dating when they were freshies. he was the leader of toman, a walking campus legend, and getting girls was never an issue for him. but with y/n, it was different. she didn’t fall into his lap like the others—he had to work for it.

and once he got her? mikey didn’t look at anyone else. he was hooked. borderline obsessed.

but things started to fall apart during the second half of junior year. mikey changed. suddenly cold. distant. an absolute asshole with zero explanation. no fight. no cheating scandal. no closure. just… silence.

y/n tried to move on. keyword: tried.

because somehow, they always found their way back to each other—just to fall apart again. it was a toxic cycle at this point. push and pull, break up and make out. but this time, it’s been almost two months since they last talked. no calls. no run-ins. no stupid 2am texts. and y/n wanted to believe it was really over.

but mikey being mikey, nothing ever stayed peaceful for long.

tonight, she was drinking alone at the party, quietly downing her third glass when someone slid into the empty seat beside her.

“what’s a pretty girl like you doing all alone?”

kakucho.

“my plus one ditched me,” y/n chuckled, setting her drink down.

“was it hina? i saw you two come in together.”

“yup. she saw her boy and ran for her life,” she laughed.

“mind if i join you then?” he asked, nodding toward her drink.

“not like we’re strangers, silly,” y/n said, motioning for him to sit.

they drank. talked. joked around. kakucho was easy to talk to—chill, smooth, and definitely hot. but just as y/n was starting to relax, her phone buzzed on the table.

contact name: dni

she didn’t even have to look.

manjiro sano.

rolling her eyes, she ignored it. not tonight.

but then it buzzed again. and again.

and again.

and this time, it wasn’t another text—her phone was ringing. he was calling.

kakucho raised an eyebrow. “uh… i think you should get that. might be urgent?”

“just one sec,” y/n said with a tight smile as she picked up her phone and walked off. no way she was taking this call with music blaring.

she rushed into the restroom and hit answer.

“what the fuck do you want?”

“check your messages,” mikey said.

“wh—”

click. call ended.

y/n stared at her phone like she was ready to throw it against the wall. what now?

she opened the messages.

and immediately, her jaw dropped. cheeks flushed. thighs pressed together.

dni

mikey: got horny just seeing u in that dress

mikey: wanna fuck u, princess :(

mikey: image attachment

a photo. of his bulge.

very clear. very obvious. probably taken in his car. yup. looks like he’s parked somewhere right now.

buzz

mikey: got hard just thinking abt u

mikey: video attachment

y/n blinked. and then blinked again.

because that video? that was him. stroking his cock. slow and filthy.

fuck.

this was the exact reason she could never escape him.

the audacity. the nerve. the goddamn dick.

he was big. cocky. hot as hell.

and completely ruining her life.

still, she found herself texting back.

y/n: where are u? 🙄

mikey: parking lot near the exit 💦

god fucking help her.

she was already walking.

y/n quickly said her goodbyes to kakucho and made her way to the parking lot, walking straight toward mikey’s car. the moment she found it, she yanked the door open without knocking.

his bulge was obvious—hard, needy, and totally on display.

“you’re disgusting,” she muttered as she slid into the passenger seat and slammed the door shut. “and desperate.”

mikey just laughed, low and amused. “thought you were gonna leave me hanging.”

“now that i’m thinking about it, maybe i should’ve.”

“but you’re running to me the second i called. showing up just to get ruined by my cock. so, who’s the desperate one now?”, he said, his voice dripping with smugness.

his hand trailed up her thigh, fingers teasing right by her core—close enough to make her breath hitch. they didn’t say anything after that. tension filled the space, thick and heated. mikey leaned in, lips brushing against her neck while his hand slipped under her dress. two fingers went in with ease.

y/n let out a soft groan, her body responding instantly as she clutched onto his wrist.

“it’s been months since i had you,” mikey whispered against her skin, voice strained. “fuck… i missed you so much.”

she couldn’t say anything. too lost in the way his fingers curled just right inside her. her head tipped back, chest rising and falling as she breathed through the pleasure.

mikey pulled his fingers out and immediately brought them to his lips, sucking them clean while holding eye contact. y/n tried to act unbothered, rolling her eyes—but her flushed face gave her away.

“what?” he smirked.

“the other girls not doing it for you?” she said, voice breathy.

“no one ever fucking compares to you, princess,” mikey replied.

he slid his seat back, then grabbed y/n by the waist and pulled her on top of him. they kissed—messy, heated, intense—tongues clashing while their hips rolled against each other. every grind sent shivers through them both.

“god, i fucking missed you,” mikey moaned into her mouth, hands gripping her ass and guiding her movements against his clothed cock.

he helped her peel off her dress, then unclasped her lace bra. matching lingerie. he always loved when she wore them. one hand cupped her breast, squeezing. the other tugged the bra down just enough for her chest to spill out.

he dipped his head and took her breast into his mouth, sucking, licking, biting.

“mikey…” y/n moaned, fingers curling into his shoulders as he played with her—messy, greedy, like he couldn’t get enough.

mikey chuckled the moment y/n moaned his name. “you missed me too, didn’t you?”

“i’ve had better since you, sano.” she rolled her eyes, but her voice betrayed her—breathless and wrecked.

“baby,” mikey leaned in, lips brushing hers, hands firm on her waist, “you didn’t even think twice about showing up. you knew exactly what i’d to you.”

“don’t flatter yourself.”

he laughed, smug and certain, because he knew—he always knew—she was still his.

“no need to lie to yourself, baby,” he whispered, then kissed her again, deeper this time. while his mouth was on hers, his hands moved fast, pulling down her panties, tossing them aside like they were in the way of something urgent.

his own clothes followed—shirt discarded, pants shoved down just enough to free his cock. he tapped her ass once.

“up, pretty girl.”

she lifted her hips, and mikey slid his cock along her dripping slit, teasing her like he had all the time in the world.

“you know,” he said casually, lining himself up, “every time you leave, you swear it’s the last time.”

he pushed in just an inch, enough to make her gasp and grip his shoulders tight.

“and yet…”

he slammed into her the rest of the way—one brutal thrust that made her cry out and collapse against him.

“here you are.”

he set a relentless pace, fucking into her like he had something to prove. every thrust was hard, deep, and punishing. y/n was clinging to him, nails digging into his skin, body bouncing with every movement.

“fuck—mikey—”

“you like that, princess?” he growled, breath hot in her ear. “me fucking you like i still own you?”

his grip on her tightened. “you were never anyone else’s to begin with. always mine.”

she couldn’t respond—too busy moaning his name, her face buried in his neck, her body giving in completely. mikey’s hands gripped her ass, helping her grind against him, chasing the high he’d missed so damn much.

he threw his head back, groaning as the pleasure crashed into him.

“get in the back.”

y/n scrambled off him without question, making her way to the backseat. she barely had time to sit down before mikey was on her, flipping her over onto all fours.

“mikey—wait—”

he didn’t.

he shoved into her from behind, deep and rough, not giving her a second to adjust.

skin slapping echoed through the car, loud and filthy, impossible to ignore if anyone happened to walk by. the windows were fogged, rocking slightly with every hard thrust mikey gave her. face down, ass up—y/n could barely think. mikey’s grip was tight in her hair, dragging moans out of her with every stroke. she didn’t even care anymore. mikey was fucking her too good. he always did.

no one ever handled her the way manjiro sano did.

“mikey… more—i want more…” she cried out, voice hoarse.

“greedy little princess,” he growled, grabbing her arms together, hitting deeper. “you deserve this. getting fucked like you were made for me.”

his pace never faltered as he leaned over her, lips pressing kisses along her shoulder, then her temple. “love you so much, y/n. fuck. come back to me,” he whispered, still pounding into her like a man possessed.

“be my girlfriend again…”

she nodded, unable to speak—probably too far gone to even register what she was agreeing to. but that was all mikey needed to hear.

and it made him lose whatever control he had left.

“cumming—mikey, oh my god…” she whimpered, her voice breaking apart.

“cum for me, princess,” he grunted, mouth now on her shoulder, biting and licking the skin he’d marked. the sensation sent her reeling, head spinning, eyes fluttering shut.

it was the hottest thing mikey had ever seen—her, on all fours, taking every thrust like she was made for it. his girl. completely ruined by him.

his own climax hit fast. he pulled out last second, reached for his phone, and started recording. a few strokes and he was groaning low, thick ropes of cum spilling all over her ass. he caught it all on video.

he tossed his head back, chest rising with each breath, then stopped the recording and collapsed into the seat. y/n was still down beside him, catching her breath, hair messy, body glistening. mikey stared. he wanted her for himself again.

but for now, he reached forward for some tissues, cleaned her up gently, then pulled her into his lap, pressing a soft kiss to her head.

“so…” he mumbled, his voice calmer now, “are we officially back together?”

y/n didn’t say a word. she didn’t even look at him. she just gave a small nod.

and just like that, she was his again.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

now fully dressed—sort of—y/n and mikey sat in his car, not even pretending they were going back to the party. mikey had no intention of it. one round wasn’t enough. not after months without her.

y/n glanced at him. “why aren’t you driving?”

mikey was staring at his phone, typing. she frowned. “who are you texting?”

he smirked, not even looking up. “nothing your pretty little head needs to worry about.”

he leaned over and kissed her cheek, smooth as ever.

y/n didn’t trust it. she knew mikey—he never cheated, but he always had a new girl a week after every breakup. it was hard not to be suspicious.

but mikey? mikey already sent the message.

to kakucho.

kakucho

mikey: next time you hit on my girl

mikey: video attachment

it was a video he’d taken—his low groans echoing in the background as he came all over y/n’s ass, the camera catching everything in messy, explicit detail.

he locked his phone and finally started the car, grinning to himself.

possessive, smug, satisfied.

manjiro sano got his girl back—and he was never letting her go again—or not.

[zenbunni]

“bad idea, right?” | manjiro sano x reader

one-shot 𓂃⋆.˚

synopsis: one text, one photo, and y/n’s back where she swore she’d never be—under mikey, in his car, forgetting every reason she left. they always crash back into each other, and this time’s no different.

characters: manjiro “mikey” sano, fem!reader, hinata tachibana, kakucho

warnings: smut (18+), explicit sexual content, college au, public sex (in a car), unprotected sex, rough sex, possessive behavior, degradation, recording during sex, mild exhibitionism, toxic relationship dynamics, marking (biting/hickeys), light humiliation, implied jealousy/territorial behavior, explicit language, explicit sexting, dom/sub undertones

notes: this is how i see manila! mikey behaves. anyways, enjoy the meal. <3

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“y/n!! get up!! you can’t seriously skip the year-end party—literally the entire university is there!”

hina’s voice rang out through the dorm like a fire alarm. she stood by y/n’s bed, arms crossed, glaring down at the human lump buried beneath layers of blankets.

“exactly why i’m not going!” y/n’s muffled voice came from under the covers. “everyone’s gonna be there. including that asshole manjiro sano. now leave me to rot in peace.”

it was new year’s eve. people outside were partying, counting down to midnight, kissing strangers. meanwhile, y/n was in her pajamas, refusing to move from the four corners of her room like some grumpy little hermit.

“it’s 7pm and you haven’t moved all day! this is non-negotiable!” hina barked as she ripped the blanket off, only for y/n to groan dramatically and slam a pillow over her face.

“ughhh!!! go awayyy!”

hina sighed. time to bring out her last card.

“i’ll pay for your boba tea. every friday. for a month.”

…silence.

then—zoom. y/n launched herself out of bed and sprinted to the shower like she was being chased by the devil himself.

hina burst out laughing. “works every time.”

fast forward to the party—some absolute legend apparently rented out the whole club, because this place? was insane. neon lights, blaring music, bodies everywhere. a walking health hazard, but make it aesthetic.

“okay… this isn’t bad,” y/n said, arms crossed, trying to look unimpressed. but inside, she was already calculating how many free drinks she could milk before midnight.

hina, catching the bluff, just smirked. “yeah yeah, c’mon.” she dragged her inside.

they waded through a sea of familiar faces—classmates, org-mates, and people who definitely hated group work. y/n had her fair share of attention. after all, she did used to date the manjiro sano. yes, that one. toman’s golden boy. dating him made her untouchable. practically royalty.

…until he pulled the world’s biggest 180 and turned into a flaming dickhead. long live the bastard king.

as they made their way deeper into the club, y/n suddenly stopped in her tracks. and there he was.

manjiro sano.

tongue-deep in some random girl’s mouth, gripping her ass with one hand and holding a beer with the other.

and of course, he felt her staring. because mid-kiss, he opened one eye, locked eyes with y/n, and—smirked. didn’t even stop. just kept kissing the girl like she was the dessert and he skipped dinner.

y/n’s eye twitched. “you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

mikey whispered something to the girl, who nodded and walked off.

he made his way toward y/n, who was mentally preparing to commit a crime.

“fancy seeing you here, sexy,” he greeted, eyes sweeping her up and down like she was tonight’s main course. he took a swig from his drink like he wasn’t being the most annoying man alive.

“i’m leaving,” y/n snapped, rolling her eyes and turning on her heel.

but mikey grabbed her wrist, smiling like the menace he was.

“whoa, you just got here. don’t be rude, princess. at least stay for a drink at my party.”

“your party?” y/n said, deadpan. her glare shot straight to hina, who immediately avoided her gaze.

“oh my god—michi’s here i gotta go!! love you bye!!” hina bolted, abandoning y/n like a traitor in a rom-com.

“hina—!”

“guess it’s just you and me now, princess,” mikey grinned, sliding an arm around her and leaning in for a cheek kiss.

y/n expertly dodged, turning her face. he laughed, sighing like she wounded him, “ouch.”

she yanked his hand off her arm. “goodbye, sano. it was not nice seeing you.” she flashed him the fakest smile known to mankind and strutted off toward the bar.

“what happened to ‘babe’?!” mikey shouted after her, teasing like he wasn’t trying to ruin her entire night.

without missing a beat, y/n flipped him off.

happy new year indeed.

y/n and mikey started dating when they were freshies. he was the leader of toman, a walking campus legend, and getting girls was never an issue for him. but with y/n, it was different. she didn’t fall into his lap like the others—he had to work for it.

and once he got her? mikey didn’t look at anyone else. he was hooked. borderline obsessed.

but things started to fall apart during the second half of junior year. mikey changed. suddenly cold. distant. an absolute asshole with zero explanation. no fight. no cheating scandal. no closure. just… silence.

y/n tried to move on. keyword: tried.

because somehow, they always found their way back to each other—just to fall apart again. it was a toxic cycle at this point. push and pull, break up and make out. but this time, it’s been almost two months since they last talked. no calls. no run-ins. no stupid 2am texts. and y/n wanted to believe it was really over.

but mikey being mikey, nothing ever stayed peaceful for long.

tonight, she was drinking alone at the party, quietly downing her third glass when someone slid into the empty seat beside her.

“what’s a pretty girl like you doing all alone?”

kakucho.

“my plus one ditched me,” y/n chuckled, setting her drink down.

“was it hina? i saw you two come in together.”

“yup. she saw her boy and ran for her life,” she laughed.

“mind if i join you then?” he asked, nodding toward her drink.

“not like we’re strangers, silly,” y/n said, motioning for him to sit.

they drank. talked. joked around. kakucho was easy to talk to—chill, smooth, and definitely hot. but just as y/n was starting to relax, her phone buzzed on the table.

contact name: dni

she didn’t even have to look.

manjiro sano.

rolling her eyes, she ignored it. not tonight.

but then it buzzed again. and again.

and again.

and this time, it wasn’t another text—her phone was ringing. he was calling.

kakucho raised an eyebrow. “uh… i think you should get that. might be urgent?”

“just one sec,” y/n said with a tight smile as she picked up her phone and walked off. no way she was taking this call with music blaring.

she rushed into the restroom and hit answer.

“what the fuck do you want?”

“check your messages,” mikey said.

“wh—”

click. call ended.

y/n stared at her phone like she was ready to throw it against the wall. what now?

she opened the messages.

and immediately, her jaw dropped. cheeks flushed. thighs pressed together.

dni

mikey: got horny just seeing u in that dress

mikey: wanna fuck u, princess :(

mikey: image attachment

a photo. of his bulge.

very clear. very obvious. probably taken in his car. yup. looks like he’s parked somewhere right now.

buzz

mikey: got hard just thinking abt u

mikey: video attachment

y/n blinked. and then blinked again.

because that video? that was him. stroking his cock. slow and filthy.

fuck.

this was the exact reason she could never escape him.

the audacity. the nerve. the goddamn dick.

he was big. cocky. hot as hell.

and completely ruining her life.

still, she found herself texting back.

y/n: where are u? 🙄

mikey: parking lot near the exit 💦

god fucking help her.

she was already walking.

y/n quickly said her goodbyes to kakucho and made her way to the parking lot, walking straight toward mikey’s car. the moment she found it, she yanked the door open without knocking.

his bulge was obvious—hard, needy, and totally on display.

“you’re disgusting,” she muttered as she slid into the passenger seat and slammed the door shut. “and desperate.”

mikey just laughed, low and amused. “thought you were gonna leave me hanging.”

“now that i’m thinking about it, maybe i should’ve.”

“but you’re running to me the second i called. showing up just to get ruined by my cock. so, who’s the desperate one now?”, he said, his voice dripping with smugness.

his hand trailed up her thigh, fingers teasing right by her core—close enough to make her breath hitch. they didn’t say anything after that. tension filled the space, thick and heated. mikey leaned in, lips brushing against her neck while his hand slipped under her dress. two fingers went in with ease.

y/n let out a soft groan, her body responding instantly as she clutched onto his wrist.

“it’s been months since i had you,” mikey whispered against her skin, voice strained. “fuck… i missed you so much.”

she couldn’t say anything. too lost in the way his fingers curled just right inside her. her head tipped back, chest rising and falling as she breathed through the pleasure.

mikey pulled his fingers out and immediately brought them to his lips, sucking them clean while holding eye contact. y/n tried to act unbothered, rolling her eyes—but her flushed face gave her away.

“what?” he smirked.

“the other girls not doing it for you?” she said, voice breathy.

“no one ever fucking compares to you, princess,” mikey replied.

he slid his seat back, then grabbed y/n by the waist and pulled her on top of him. they kissed—messy, heated, intense—tongues clashing while their hips rolled against each other. every grind sent shivers through them both.

“god, i fucking missed you,” mikey moaned into her mouth, hands gripping her ass and guiding her movements against his clothed cock.

he helped her peel off her dress, then unclasped her lace bra. matching lingerie. he always loved when she wore them. one hand cupped her breast, squeezing. the other tugged the bra down just enough for her chest to spill out.

he dipped his head and took her breast into his mouth, sucking, licking, biting.

“mikey…” y/n moaned, fingers curling into his shoulders as he played with her—messy, greedy, like he couldn’t get enough.

mikey chuckled the moment y/n moaned his name. “you missed me too, didn’t you?”

“i’ve had better since you, sano.” she rolled her eyes, but her voice betrayed her—breathless and wrecked.

“baby,” mikey leaned in, lips brushing hers, hands firm on her waist, “you didn’t even think twice about showing up. you knew exactly what i’d to you.”

“don’t flatter yourself.”

he laughed, smug and certain, because he knew—he always knew—she was still his.

“no need to lie to yourself, baby,” he whispered, then kissed her again, deeper this time. while his mouth was on hers, his hands moved fast, pulling down her panties, tossing them aside like they were in the way of something urgent.

his own clothes followed—shirt discarded, pants shoved down just enough to free his cock. he tapped her ass once.

“up, pretty girl.”

she lifted her hips, and mikey slid his cock along her dripping slit, teasing her like he had all the time in the world.

“you know,” he said casually, lining himself up, “every time you leave, you swear it’s the last time.”

he pushed in just an inch, enough to make her gasp and grip his shoulders tight.

“and yet…”

he slammed into her the rest of the way—one brutal thrust that made her cry out and collapse against him.

“here you are.”

he set a relentless pace, fucking into her like he had something to prove. every thrust was hard, deep, and punishing. y/n was clinging to him, nails digging into his skin, body bouncing with every movement.

“fuck—mikey—”

“you like that, princess?” he growled, breath hot in her ear. “me fucking you like i still own you?”

his grip on her tightened. “you were never anyone else’s to begin with. always mine.”

she couldn’t respond—too busy moaning his name, her face buried in his neck, her body giving in completely. mikey’s hands gripped her ass, helping her grind against him, chasing the high he’d missed so damn much.

he threw his head back, groaning as the pleasure crashed into him.

“get in the back.”

y/n scrambled off him without question, making her way to the backseat. she barely had time to sit down before mikey was on her, flipping her over onto all fours.

“mikey—wait—”

he didn’t.

he shoved into her from behind, deep and rough, not giving her a second to adjust.

skin slapping echoed through the car, loud and filthy, impossible to ignore if anyone happened to walk by. the windows were fogged, rocking slightly with every hard thrust mikey gave her. face down, ass up—y/n could barely think. mikey’s grip was tight in her hair, dragging moans out of her with every stroke. she didn’t even care anymore. mikey was fucking her too good. he always did.

no one ever handled her the way manjiro sano did.

“mikey… more—i want more…” she cried out, voice hoarse.

“greedy little princess,” he growled, grabbing her arms together, hitting deeper. “you deserve this. getting fucked like you were made for me.”

his pace never faltered as he leaned over her, lips pressing kisses along her shoulder, then her temple. “love you so much, y/n. fuck. come back to me,” he whispered, still pounding into her like a man possessed.

“be my girlfriend again…”

she nodded, unable to speak—probably too far gone to even register what she was agreeing to. but that was all mikey needed to hear.

and it made him lose whatever control he had left.

“cumming—mikey, oh my god…” she whimpered, her voice breaking apart.

“cum for me, princess,” he grunted, mouth now on her shoulder, biting and licking the skin he’d marked. the sensation sent her reeling, head spinning, eyes fluttering shut.

it was the hottest thing mikey had ever seen—her, on all fours, taking every thrust like she was made for it. his girl. completely ruined by him.

his own climax hit fast. he pulled out last second, reached for his phone, and started recording. a few strokes and he was groaning low, thick ropes of cum spilling all over her ass. he caught it all on video.

he tossed his head back, chest rising with each breath, then stopped the recording and collapsed into the seat. y/n was still down beside him, catching her breath, hair messy, body glistening. mikey stared. he wanted her for himself again.

but for now, he reached forward for some tissues, cleaned her up gently, then pulled her into his lap, pressing a soft kiss to her head.

“so…” he mumbled, his voice calmer now, “are we officially back together?”

y/n didn’t say a word. she didn’t even look at him. she just gave a small nod.

and just like that, she was his again.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

now fully dressed—sort of—y/n and mikey sat in his car, not even pretending they were going back to the party. mikey had no intention of it. one round wasn’t enough. not after months without her.

y/n glanced at him. “why aren’t you driving?”

mikey was staring at his phone, typing. she frowned. “who are you texting?”

he smirked, not even looking up. “nothing your pretty little head needs to worry about.”

he leaned over and kissed her cheek, smooth as ever.

y/n didn’t trust it. she knew mikey—he never cheated, but he always had a new girl a week after every breakup. it was hard not to be suspicious.

but mikey? mikey already sent the message.

to kakucho.

kakucho

mikey: next time you hit on my girl

mikey: video attachment

it was a video he’d taken—his low groans echoing in the background as he came all over y/n’s ass, the camera catching everything in messy, explicit detail.

he locked his phone and finally started the car, grinning to himself.

possessive, smug, satisfied.

manjiro sano got his girl back—and he was never letting her go again—or not.

[zenbunni]

I got one for you. Reader with long hair. Yan zhongli, Childe and Pantalone adore brushing it out or washing it for you, putting pretty (but not pointy) decorations in it. but you HATE them touching it. So one day, maybe when they slip up and leave smth sharp in your abode you grab it and lop off as much as you can before they come back (or stop you if they’re in the room when you do it). What happens afterwards?

Cannot wait to see what you cook with this, I adore your takes.

ah tysm! sorry it took so long to get to this, i took a little bit of a different twist from my normal writing style and did some headcanons and a short blurb! hope you enjoy :D

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including implied being held against will, mentions of reader almost being hit, zhongli being a softie, delusional behaviors, obsessive behaviors, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!

Yandere!Pantalone would be furious, as someone with hair of a decent length himself, he knows the time and dedication it takes to grow it out so long.

He also knows how much maintenance it took, which is why he never fussed about helping you with it, often insisting to do it for you.

He saw it as a bonding moment between the two of you, something to help him wake up in the morning as he did your hair and something to unwind to at night as he’d undo the intricate styles he had done it up in that morning. 

You cutting off your hair with a letter opener that he’d left in the room by mistake hurts him, upsets him to the point he almost strikes you. To him it’s as if you had cut him, making a statement that you’d rather give up on something you’d dedicated years to, than to allow him the comfort and satisfaction. 

Pantalone can’t even bear to look at you for the next few days, sleeping in another room or in his office. 

“How could you do something so despicable? Do you even care how this made me feel?” The way Pantalone speaks almost makes it seem like you’d given him an impromptu haircut. With the gorgeous hair that used to reach down the length of your back now sitting in choppy piles on the floor, it almost felt like you had in a way. Your hair was uneven, lopped off sporadically in case he tried to interrupt. You’d just taken off the last few locks when he had noticed the absence of his letter-opener, intending to merely pop into your shared bedroom to grab it. Instead he was met with the grueling sight of you, kneeling before the full length mirror, hand clutching the letter opened as your opposite hand released a fist full of hair, letting it float down to the piles that had formed below.

Yandere!Zhongli would be conflicted. Part of him is upset that you’d make such a hasty decision, not even weighing the outcomes and taking away something from not just yourself but from the both of you. 

The other side of him is hurt that you didn’t come to him first. That you didn’t feel comfortable expressing your discomfort with his actions and had taken it to the extreme instead. His heart aches at both thoughts.

You’d managed to pry a sharp piece of stone off the walls of the cave, using it to hastily take off chunks, only for Zhongli to catch you mid way through. His contempt at the situation settles with a sigh as me approaches you, gently prying the rock from your hands before disappearing, leaving you to sit on the floor, half of your hair lopped off just scattered around you.

He returns a short bit later though, bringing with him a large mirror and a sharp pair of scissors. Setting the mirror in front of you, he gently begins correcting your hazardous hack job, carefully trimming off all the missed areas to even it all out.

While his work wasn’t great, it certainly looked a little better than how it had started. Your hair now sitting a few inches above your shoulder, a simple all around cut that was, mostly, even.

Zhongli didn’t say a word as he approached, looking down at you with a blank expression, his calm eyes staring deeply into your wide ones as he gently pried the rock from your hands, leaving you to wallow in a pile of your own hair as he disappears. Upon his return, he places a large, ornate mirror in front of you. It was typically kept in the living room as a decorative piece but he required it’s services here. Pulling from his pocket a pair of sharp scissors, he gently angles your head to be straight before reaching for the areas you hadn’t gotten to yet. Quickly shedding the length of those pieces he gets to work on straightening the rest out, doing an ok job at making it all match up and look decent. “If you wanted me to leave your hair alone you could’ve always asked darling, you know I only want to make you happy in this life of ours.”

Yandere!Childe manages to catch you before the act. You had thought you were sneaky, tiptoeing out of bed early in the morning over to his work clothes that had been hastily shed after his return last night.

You knew he kept a couple different blades on him, having shown you them before. Yet as you checked every pocket, every hidden loop, all the little places he’d shown you that he could be keeping them, you continued to turn up with nothing.

Over and over you checked, an almost pleading in the way your hands silently searched through the crumpled clothing, desperate to find anything even remotely sharp at this point.

You could feel the frustration as well as tears welling up in your eyes, why couldn’t anything ever go your way? First you get stuck with that crazed lunatic, and now that he’s practically taken over your hair you can’t even take some control and rid yourself of it.

As you search, you failed to hear the bed creak, or the soft patter of footsteps behind you. The only two things that tell you he’s awake are his voice whispering in his ear and his hand flaunting the exact thing you’d been looking for.

“I thought you might go looking for this, so I hid it under the pillow. A little cliche but I thought you’d be too stupid to look there, guess I was right~” Childe’s voice comes out in a sing-song tone, almost as if he was bragging about outsmarting you. He could tell from the moment he took an interest in your hair that it made you uncomfortable, just another button of yours to push as he slowly molded you into the perfect spouse for himself. His nimble fingers twirled the simple knife around, flaunting it to you. You could try to grab it, lunge for it even, but it was no use. You wouldn’t be able to get even a strand shortened before Childe would have it back in his possession, especially when the distance between the two of you was so short. Short enough that you could feel his chest pressing against your back, his breath on your neck, and his soft strands of hair brushing against the back of your head.

[zenbunni]

cw: yandere themes, baby trapping

"Mother, why don't you love me?"

Your daughter is five years old and she asks this question every single day. You look indifferently at the child standing in front of you, who resembles you like two peas in a pod. She's your exact copy, and it would seem that there wasn't a single difference between the two of you. But the ginger strand of hair in her braid would never allow you to forget who her father was.

The girl is patiently waiting for your answer, but you continue to remain silent because you have nothing to say to her. You were surprised by her tenacity and insistence in wanting to know what you felt for her, like a mother for her daughter. Unfortunately, you lost your tenacity and insistence a long time ago.

"It's okay, solntse moyo. Your mother isn't feeling well right now." A sickeningly cheerful voice reaches your ears, because of which all your insides curl into a big lump, and you feel like you're going to throw up. Ajax picks your daughter up and smiles when your eyes meet his. "When she gets better, she'll definitely tell you how much she loves you."

Your daughter happily cuddles up to the ginger man, happy that soon she will finally be able to hug you and tell you how much she loves you. Your husband hugs your daughter tighter, his blue dead empty eyes look straight into your soul. Only two out of three know that you will never get better.

` Author’s notes: solntse moyo (rus.) means my sun. so how was it? i hope it didn't turn out too bad. i've never written about yandere theme before, but this sketch has been in my mind for a while 🤭

[zenbunni]

Haitani brothers headcanons! pt. 2

(Not proofread)

Part 1

★ When they were locked up, the guards realized that the worst punishment for them was being separated. They wouldn't let them see each other for weeks

★ They fight over the thermometer every day. Ran wants it cold because he hates waking up hot, and Rindou wants it hot because he hates waking up cold.

★ When they were little Rindou got lice. Ran treated him like a patient 0. Wearing a shower cap around the house and spraying him with water if he got too close. So out of pettiness, he rubbed his head all over Ran's pillows and blankets.

★ Ran has dented Rindou's car several times. Yet he still refuses to wear his glasses while he drives. He says it obstructs his already terrible vision.

★ Ran waits until Rindou puts his headphones on to start a conversation with him. If Rindou just stops responding, he'll snatch his headphones off his head and keep yapping.

★ Rindou is a dry texter. It irks Ran so much he'll wait for him to come home and ask him what his problem is.

★ They don't separate their laundry, everything just goes into the same dirty clothes hamper. When they find something that fits they claim it until it goes back into the hamper. They've been sharing clothes for years and they don't mind at all.

★ Rindou was drowning in a pool, and Ran watched him drown for a good five seconds. Laughing and recording until he realized Rindou wasn't joking.

★ Whenever one of them gets in trouble with their parents, the other will come in and start instigating the punishment. "He didn't tell you about the time he—" "When you were gone he—"

★ One night, Rindou opened up about one of his darkest secrets. For a full hour, he poured his heart out, thinking that they were having a special moment, only to realize Ran was sleeping with his eyes open the entire time.

★ Anytime Ran got caught during hide and seek all of a sudden he wouldn't even be playing in the first place. (He was hiding in a tree)

★ Rindou watched a horror movie that scared him so bad he couldn't sleep for days and Ran thought it'd be funny to change his alarm to the same theme song from the movie. Rindou's soul left his body when the theme song started playing in the middle of the night.

★ Ran told Rindou to wake him up later and got upset when he actually did.

★ Rindou will try to remind Ran of a core memory from childhood, but Ran has the memory of an 80-year-old dementia patient and never knows what he's talking about.

★ Ran took out all of Rindou's baby pictures from their family photo album and told him they didn't have any pictures of him as a baby because he was a toddler when they adopted him.

★Rindou fully believed it and tried to 'run away' and find his real family. (He didn't make it past the stop sign) And Ran got the ass whooping of a lifetime when their mom found out.

★ Ran would send Rindou to ask their mom for stuff because "She'll say yes 'cause you're the youngest."

★ They'd rock paper scissors on who would walk into their mom's room to get something because walking into their room unlocks an unskippable cutscene or mission.

★ One time, Izana was crashing out about how much he hated Mikey. Like, full-on talking to himself and pacing around the room psychotic. They were trying their best not to laugh until Rindou did that shakey exhale and sold the whole thing.

★ They'll call their mom to ask her if she wants her leftovers while it's heating up in the microwave.

★ Rindou will turn on the lights when he talks to Ran as if he can't hear him in the dark.

★ Rindou spent thirty minutes looking for Ran while they played hide and seek in the park. He thought he had to be some kind of ninja with the way he disappeared. (Ran went home before Rindou was even done counting.)

★Ran walked into Rindou's room and found him walking in circles while listening to edit audios. He thought it was weird at first, but now he doesn't even bat an eye to it.

★Sometimes they'll look at each other and just start laughing. It makes the people around them very uncomfortable.

★ They say "Great minds think alike," but they have never made a single great decision together.

★ Just when Ran is about to go take a shower, Rindou walks in and hops in the shower first. He sat in his room waiting to hear the sound of Ran's door opening, just to do that.

★ If one knows that the other is planning on asking their mom for something they'll purposefully piss her off before they can ask.

★Whenever Ran tries to show Rindou a movie, he can guess the plot twist ten minutes in and Ran will spend the rest of the movie trying to gaslight him.

★ They share beef. If the other says they don't like someone, they both don't like them.

★ Ran heard Rindou scream in the middle of the night, and he jumped out of bed to check on him. He was fine. He just remembered something embarrassing that he did and had to scream to forget it.

★ When Ran turned 18, Rindou started calling him Unc.

★ Rindou likes to put his headphones on and stare out the window during car rides. Ran will snatch the headphones off his head and tell him to "Do that corny shit later." And proceed to yap in his ear for the rest of the ride.

★ Ran sets his alarm on the weekends so he can have the joy of turning it off and going back to sleep. (I do this.)

[zenbunni]

Pervert (Obey Me! Shall we Date)

summary: You are suspecting that someone is stealing your underwear. It will go missing and randomly reappear like it was never gone. You pretend not to notice, but set a little trap for the culprit… And catch them red-handed.

content warning: fem!mc (listed undergarments are stolen, but Mc could be a crossdresser idk) and nsfw is all i think but please lmk if there's anything else here that i forgot to warn abt!

a/n: this is my first everrrr OM! blurb so idk i hope it does well! silent readers won't be blocked but psa that i do appreciate likes and comments <3 however ageless/minor blogs will be blocked thx!

psst! read part 2 here!

MINORS DNI. IM SO SRS. i promise waiting a few years sounds worse than it actually is. please respect my boundary <3

You had suspected someone had been doing it for a while. Your favorite pairs of bras or panties or even your matching sets would randomly disappear from your dirty clothes hamper while waiting to be washed. When you noticed they were missing, you didn't know how to bring up the issue. It wouldn't make any sense if the laundry was switched. As it kept happening, and the clothes kept randomly reappearing and disappearing, you began to feel suspicious. Could it have been possible that someone was stealing them?

When you breached this thought, the prospect nervously excited you. There are only so many reasons for stealing someone's used undergarments, and you were certain you could narrow it down. You did admittedly find it somewhat disturbing, but at the same time, you couldn't help but laugh. Why couldn't they just come to you and ask? It's not like your suitors to be shy. 

Then again, maybe you were overthinking it. Perhaps it was simple curiosity? Maybe someone is fascinated by humans and the clothes they wear or the way they smell? You weren't one to judge, but still. It felt strange regardless of whether it was pure curiosity or unbridled pervertedness.

You continued to put up with it for a while until one fateful day, you caught them. You had purposely left your dirty clothes hamper unattended after dragging it to the laundry room, leaving to grab some scent beads to freshen the wash. As you'd been coming back, you heard someone rooting around in your hamper. You could hear clothes being pushed to the side and frustrated sighs as the hamper teetered back and forth with their frustrated movements. You bit your lip, heart pounding in your chest. You gently turned your head around the doorway arch to peer at the culprit. Steeling yourself, you turned away and straightened up before walking in with a feigned surprised gasp slipping from your lips. It was just in time to see the culprit pick up your favorite pairs of lacy underwear. The culprit, hearing your gasp, quickly turns, color draining from their face before it is quickly replaced by a crimson blush.

Whatever excuses they attempt to stammer out, you don't hear. You simply stare at them, mouth agape, before your feigned surprise melts into a twisted smile. You put your hand over your mouth to stifle a chuckle, and look at them, mirth in your eyes.

"You… You pervert!"

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Lucifer:

To say Lucifer is beyond embarrassed is quite the understatement. He's utterly and undeniably humiliated. His glasses are crooked, his face a blotchy red, and his nose slightly wet from having buried it in the spoils of his efforts; your panties. He clears his throat hurriedly and desperately scrambles for any kind of excuse, including straightening up and attempting to intimidate you. But how could you be intimidated by a man who you'd just seen bury his nose in your panties, drunken look all over his face? You simply laugh at him and hold out your hand, a smirk on your face as you motion for him to hand the panties over, one eyebrow raised. He turns away ashamedly and gently places them in your hand, his shoulders trembling just slightly out of embarrassment.

With his eyes screwed shut and his lips pursed, he stiffly strode towards the exit, as if he could simply leave after all that has transpired here. You reach behind you and grab his vest, tugging him back beside you. In no position to argue, he does not resist. Once he is beside you, you begin to trail your hands across his stomach before going in a straight line up his chest. "You know… " you start, stifling a smirk and biting your lip. You turn to him, but he remains frozen, staring at the exit, as though desperate to escape. You simply continue to trail your hand up his chest, unphased. "Next time, you can just come to me and ask." Your fingers reach his neck, and he flinches, but shows no other movement. You trail your fingers up to his chin before grabbing it and turning his head so his gaze was on you. "There is more where this came from." You hold up your panties, the ones he was just so brazenly burying himself in moments before.

His blush deepened across his face, and he pulled away from you, stiffly making his exit. You only laugh and wonder how long it will take for him to release his pride and ask you for a pair… or two. 

Mammon:

Immediately he is blabbering out a multitude of excuses, excuses, and more excuses. "It's not what ya think, MC! I was just- ah, just um- just checking for my socks!" and "I swear ya've got it all wrong!" and "I'm yer first demon anyway! I should be 'llowed to-" and "Listen, don't ya dare tell Lucifer or Levi or anyone else!!" and more and more excuses and empty threats spilled from his lips, until he finally sank to his knees and quieted, as though asking for forgiveness. All you had to do was silently stare at him, smirking, hand still covering your mouth as you watched him slowly melt and grovel. His face is a deep red and his eyes are watery, lips wet from pressing them against your essence in the panties. He still gripped them in his hands and his fingers trembled as he held them.

Smirking wider, you walk forward to him and bend your knees to face him. "Look at me." You didn't even need to command him. He looks up, eyes still watery and his lips red from him worrying them between his teeth. His face was still a deep shade of crimson, and his heavy breathing made it clear it was a struggle for him to keep eye contact. You smile and hold out your hand, motioning for him to hand over what was rightfully yours. Defeatedly, he hands it over, and clenches his fists in his lap, still trembling. You would have thought he'd have more to say, but perhaps being caught like this was simply too humiliating.

"The Great Mammon is too embarrassed for words, huh? Poor thing." You tease him just a little bit, watching him continue to tremble. For a moment he opened his mouth to retort, but one look at you and he couldn't do it. His mouth closed and he looked down ashamedly.

You laugh at his demeanor, and reach out to gently take his chin in your hand and raise it so he could face you. "Awww, don't be shy. I understand, your first human is truly irresistible." You give him a challenging look, and he gulps nervously. "However, next time, Mammon… All you have to do is ask. I'd be happy to satisfy all your burning curiosities. Besides, there's plenty more of these in that hamper." You lift up your panties with one finger, dangling it in front of his eyes. He bites his lips and his eyes widen at your gesture. He begins to lean towards them, as though attempting to get another whiff. You smile and pull them away from him, laughing at his dejected expression.

"Come on, I have to wash these for now. How about you be good and go wait in your room? Perhaps I'll bring you the ones I'm wearing now." Your enticing offer immediately stifles whatever excuse he was about to shout about the unfairness of it all. He simply nods and scurries away, eager to receive a prize for being obedient. 

Levi:

Levi shrieks like a little girl, fumbling his grip on your panties and dropping them in the heap of other discarded clothes from his prior ransacking. "I… I-I-I… U-Um… I!!!" He stammers, desperately scrambling for an excuse, a way to escape from this embarrassing predicament. He lifts his arms in front of his eyes, shielding himself from your gaze. "I-I DIDN'T MEAN TO!!" He shouts, probably alerting the entire House of Lamentation. He slowly sinks into the corner of the room, curling into a ball as though you were hovering over him. His mumbled "I'm sorry"s and "I'm just a dirty otaku pervert"s are eventually lost to his hiccups and tearless sobs. Gosh, he's so dramatic. 

You just stand there, chuckling to yourself for a moment, before drawing closer, slowly taking short steps towards him. With every click of your shoes on the floor, the more he seemed to cave in on himself, even revealing his tail to curl it around him. His sobs were no longer audible, but he was still shaking, and muttering to himself about how he couldn't believe he'd let himself do that. You sank down to your knees and patted him on the back, partially soothing him and partially asking for his attention. After a few pats he looks up, the most comically distressed look on his face, and immediately hides behind his arms again to protect himself. Before you can say anything, genuine apologies spill from his lips, broken by extreme stammers. "I-I am SO sorry MC, I sh-should never have d-done that, I'll n-never look at you again-" and so on, so forth, each stammered promise more extreme than the last. 

You can only roll your eyes affectionately at his actions. You shake your head and gently tug on his arm, forcing him to peer over it at you. "Well, it's not exactly okay, but next time, please ask me." A mischievous grin spreads across your face as you say this, eager to gauge his reaction.

He blinks at you confusedly, before realization flickers across his face and a crimson blush spreads all over his features. "WH-WHA?!" He exclaims in surprise, jumping as soon as it hit him.

You simply smile and back away, picking up your discarded underwear that he held only moments ago. "Just ask. If you want some." You smirk at him, standing upright and gathering your clothes together to put them all back in the hamper. You glance back at him. "I don't have any except the ones I'm wearing now, so you'll have to wait." You smirk at him and turn away, focusing on the laundry before hearing him slither out of the room, his heavy breathing muffled. 

Satan:

Of all the brothers, to be honest, you least expected him. Even Lucifer wouldn't be much of a surprise, considering how he has no such outlet for being pent up. But Satan had books. And yet, despite all those books, some erotica and some educational, here he was, unsatisfied, seeking the real thing through going through your laundry. On second thought, maybe that was believable. 

He immediately froze, whipping himself around to face you and promptly dropping the panties on the pile of clothes in shock. He stared at you wide-eyed for a moment, before realizing he’d dropped his long-awaited bounty. He ripped his eyes away from you and set them on the panties instead, reaching down to pick them up again, and turning his face away, holding them out to you. He was flushed red, from the height of his cheekbones to the base of his neck. He probably knew that you never would have expected him, which was why being caught was so humiliating to him. You snicker into your hand, and he trembles in embarrassment at your laughter, still holding out the panties. You graciously reach forward and accept them, plucking them from the tips of his fingers. He quickly retracted his hand, still trembling and refusing to look at you.

You would have expected him to be shouting all sorts of profanities and curses alike, anything to deflect and avoid the situation at hand, because he is simply full of wrath. But he simply stood, trembling, and turned away, his eyebrows creased downwards in an unsurprisingly angered expression. Perhaps he was more angry at himself than the situation and that was why he was turned away? Regardless, you placed the underwear back in your hamper and moved to collect the rest of the clothes, and Satan wordlessly helped you, still blushing furiously and refusing to look at you. 

When the task was done and the hamper was full, he made to leave, but you commanded him to stay. Rooted to the spot and unable to move due to your pact, he stayed, but refused to turn to you. His neck was still very red. You approached him from behind and placed a hand on his back, making him jump. You simply chuckled in response and said “Please Satan, the next time those erotica books aren’t doing it for you, you just have to ask.” 

His breathing picked up and his flush grew redder and deeper. You could hear the slight wet sounds of his mouth opening and closing, as though he had something to say. You waited patiently for him to speak, but he eventually growled and stalked off, posture tight as a stitch. You knew he’d cave eventually.

Asmodeus:

Well, this guy’s shameless. The color did indeed drain from his face at first, but it was quickly replaced with a humble blush and a knowing smirk. He was still holding the panties rather close to his face. “Sorry, doll…” He drawls, gazing at you with lidded, suggestive eyes. “Couldn’t help myself.” He giggles after saying that, whisking the panties away from his face and hiding his hand behind his back. He leaned forward and put a finger to his lips, smiling devilishly. “You can keep a secret, right sweetheart? I don’t want my brothers to know about this…” He mock pouts, and you roll your eyes. You’d figured it was him because most of the ones that went missing were pink, and we all know who adores that color. 

You could also tell he knew you weren’t exactly uncomfortable with this, him stealing your intimates for his own personal desires. Of course you weren’t, he was your suitor. You sigh and shake your head. “Sure, Asmo. But, let’s be more polite and ask me next time, okay?”

He throws his head back and laughs, as though genuinely amused at your words. When he finishes laughing, he wipes a tear from his eyes and mutters “Politeness from a demon… Really…” He flips his hair over his shoulder and smiles at you. “If it is what you wish. However…” His voice turned sly and low, as he revealed his hand once again and dangled your panties from his hand. “I’ll be taking these for now, dear.”

You laugh at him, and he simply smiles wider in response. “Well, sure, but… wouldn’t you like a fresher pair?”

The words stop him in his tracks. His eyes widen and his mouth drops open as he realizes your offer. However, he is only shocked for mere moments before smirking again, another blush dusting his cheeks, a drunken look on his face. “Oh, dear!” He squeals, walking over to you and holding your face between his hands, bringing himself very close to you. “I would very much like a fresher pair~. You come to my room later, okay? I’ll be waiting~.” He taps your nose and begins moving away, blowing a kiss your way and winking as he drops the panties into your open palms. 

You wondered what the rest of the day would be like.

Beelzebub:

Honestly, you wouldn’t be surprised if he was doing this simply out of curiosity. You'd be willing to excuse it. Poor guy, didn't know how to approach you so instead resolved to innocently nick away your clothing for innocent, curious inspections. You were prepared to forgive him after giving him a slap on the wrist. 

You are surprised, however, when he starts profusely apologizing, clutching the panties in his hand, muttering about how he just couldn’t satiate his hunger. 

His face is red and his head is bowed forward, not making eye contact with you. Suffice to say this is not what you expected. You cock your head to the side, looking at him curiously. "Beel…" And he immediately looks up obediently. You don't even have to ask. "...What kind of hunger?"

You figured you knew what he meant, but couldn't resist a little teasing. He squirms under your gaze, bowing his head down again and clenching and unclenching his hands, panties still gripped in both. He purses his lips before explaining, "I'm not sure how to explain it, MC, but when I smell you, I get hungry." He is still avoiding your gaze, but you can tell he's being sincere. "And it's not hungry for food, it's more like… a strong, lustful hunger… And I've never felt that before, so I was curious." His head is still bowed shyly, and he's raised his hand to hold out the panties. "I'm sorry, MC. I won't do it again."

You smiled genuinely at his sincerity and apology, your heart swelling just slightly. "No worries, Beel." You take the panties from him and pile them into the hamper. "Will you help me put the clothes back?"

He nods and helps you pile your clothes back into the hamper, a light blush still on his cheeks. Once you're done, you turn to him, smiling mischievously. "Beel. The next time you want a pair, please don't be afraid to ask me, okay? I'll be happy to help you."

Beel bursts into a blush wordlessly, his eyes widening at your offer. Hesitantly, he nods, clenching his eyes shut before turning on his heel and walking away, probably off to the kitchen. He's a glutton, right? He'd be back. 

Belphegor:

Of all demons, the Avatar of Sloth is tirelessly rummaging around in your laundry? Of all types? He looks at you, color still drained from his face, before tiredly huffing and looking down at the spoils of his efforts, probably contemplating if it was all worth it. He sighs and looks up at you again, too tired to be embarrassed, and hands you the panties before collapsing into the pile of your clothes he'd created from his rummaging. He turns over like he's getting ready to sleep, and mutters a quick "Sorry. G'night."

You're tempted to laugh at his actions, and you almost do, but you decide to poke him back awake. He protests a little bit, rolling over back and forth and wiggling out of your reach, before huffing and whining. "Comfy. Smells like you. Tired. G'night." You roll your eyes and decide to use your pact to your advantage.

"Belphegor. Get up."

Suddenly overcome by the power of the pact, he finds it fit to rise off of the pile, taking his sweet time. He stretches, curving his back and whipping his tail around in annoyance. "What? What now?"

"I need to wash these, Belphie. I can't stuff you into the washing machine." You chuckle lightly, moving to gather the pile and place it in the wash.

Belphegor whines in protest. "What about me? Your smell helps me sleep…" He looks away, a light blush on his cheeks.

Your eyebrows rise in surprise. "And this is why you've been stealing my intimates?" He rolls his eyes and quietly mutters something about getting off but waves away his comment before you can respond.

"Doesn't matter." He quiets down and leans against the wall, waiting for you to finish. When you turn to him questioningly, he simply raises an eyebrow. "What? I fully intend to drag you to my room to sleep with me. If I can't have your panties then I'll just have you." He turns away and blushes furiously despite his words being quite direct. You simply laugh.

"Don't worry. I'll be done soon."

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a/n: waaaaaaaaah i hope u all enjoyed! it's a little cringe yea and i apologize if anyone was slightly ooc i did my best!! i don't have a masterlist or anything yet but if u liked this please lmk! i plan on writing one for the other dateables soon!

[zenbunni]

a/n: the younger brothers and dateables will be coming later, I didn't want this post to get too long.

size kink feat. the older brothers

nsfw (suggestive and explicit) | 1.5k words | gn!reader

content warnings: implied short reader and size/strength kink (is that a thing? it is now.) slight predator/prey kink and demon form mentioned (lucifer); ab riding/face sitting/reader on top (mammon); being a perv, blowjobs (levi).

LUCIFER

realization

Lucifer really notices your height—or lack thereof—the first time you stand up against him. You cross your arms over your chest and glare at him in defiance, voice raised in defense of his troublesome siblings and arguing against the punishment he decided for them. He always wondered how long it would take for you to finally break through that passive shell of yours. It's lovely to finally feel some pride radiating from you too, and it makes you even more enticing. Unfortunately, he'll have to savor this moment later—he still has an image to uphold, and he's not going to be dressed down publicly by someone so small. He meets your anger with his own authoritative stubbornness, a clash of wills that will inevitably end in your surrender like all your other disagreements with him in the past. He bends at the waist so that his face is directly in front of yours, your noses nearly brushing as he smirks.

"Care to repeat that for me one more time? I couldn't hear you all the way down here."

nsfw

Some nights when Lucifer takes you to bed, he scoops you into his arms and carries you over the threshold to his room while you melt against his chest. Other nights you skirt out of his gasp and dart away, teasing him with a little thrill of the hunt. Your playful taunts echo in the halls and lust surges through the blood that pumps in his veins. All he has to do is follow your scent and you're his. It doesn't matter how much of a head start he gives you because the chase ends the same way every time: being lifted into his arms and tossed on his oversized bed. You bounce on the mattress and barely have time to catch your breath before he's suddenly on top of you and caging you underneath him. His hands fist the sheets on either side of your head and his facial features blur when he leans down, eager to capture your lips as his hard-earned prize. Once he's peeled away your clothes—or ripped them off, depending on how long you teased him with your little game—he can finally smother your soft, naked body with his own. He positions you whatever way he likes: easily raising your hips to meet his steady thrusts, or pushing back on your thighs when he folds you in half and buries himself even deeper in the soft, tight heat of your body. His raven-black wings unfurl at his back and block everything else from sight. The feathers twitch with pleasure and brush against the sides of your body. You're completely enveloped by him—all you can see in the dark canopy of his embrace is his smoldering ruby eyes and his lips curling around the shape of your name when he comes.

MAMMON

realization

Mammon is used to running away from things: his problems, his debt collectors, Lucifer. He's fast and slippery and hard to catch. When you become his unofficial partner in crime, he expects you might have some trouble keeping up—you're only human, after all—but damn, can't you run just a bit faster? When you both stop to catch your breath, or rather when he stops so you can catch your breath, you complain about his long legs and demonic stamina, blah blah blah. He knew you were short, but are you that much shorter than him? You lean against the wall for support while you wait for the burning in your lungs and legs to ease up, completely oblivious to the way his eyes rake up and down your body. He glances at his hands and back to your legs. Y'know, I bet I could wrap my whole hand around those thighs, and—

nsfw

Mammon feels like he's giving control to someone else when he takes you to bed. You hold so much wicked power over him, and the fact that you're so much smaller makes the sensation even more intoxicating. You squirm nervously in his lap while his eyes rake over your bare skin and he licks his lips. It's so fuckin' hot for both of you because he gives you this power freely. You can tease him with kisses and grind slowly against his hips, or you can bounce on his cock while you chase your own pleasure and deny him his. Both of you know that within a blink of an eye, he could easily flip you over and fold you in half before he fucks you senseless, or he could put you on your knees and push your shoulders to the mattress for an even deeper angle when he buries himself to the hilt. He could do that if he wanted to, but for now, he can be patient. He strokes between your legs with his thick fingers and stretches you open while you straddle his abs and try not to smear yourself all over his tummy. Maybe if your scent drives him crazy, he'll curl his hands around your thighs and drag you up his body 'til his tongue can flick against your entrance. There's nothing sweeter than the way you whimper his name and tangle your fingers in his hair while he sucks greedily at the slick arousal between your legs. Each tug on his hair makes his cock ache and his resolve starts to splinter. Maybe you're not the one in control, after all.

LEVIATHAN

realization

Levi likes the feeling of your body leaning against his when you sit next to each other on the sofa in his room. It's not convenient for gaming—your elbows bump each other and it messes up the controls something fierce—but for watching movies or anime? He doesn't call it cuddling but that's basically what this is. He drapes one of his favourite blankets over both your laps and sometimes there's a bowl of popcorn between you, or you pass a box of candy back and forth to each other. Your head rests against his shoulder and sometimes when he turns towards you, his chin grazes over the top of your head. If you squirm a bit to readjust yourself, he looks over and just happens to peek down the gap of your shirt. He glances away while his face burns bright red because he didn't mean to. Now that he knows how easy it is, it gets harder and harder not to look at the bare glimpses of skin you inadvertently put on display for him. He feels bad and just a little dirty, but he can't help it. He couldn't resist your charms before, why should he try to deny the temptation now? So what if he spends the rest of the movie imagining you in other less-than-innocent ways—he's seen this movie plenty of times. You won't even know he wasn't paying attention, and he can get away with letting his fantasies run wild while you cuddle beside him unaware.

nsfw

Sometimes it's hard to get Levi's attention if he's busy playing games or if he's engrossed in a movie he really enjoys. If one more boss fight turns into two more boss fights, or even three, it's not your fault if you have to resort to dirty tactics. He usually spreads his legs wide when he's at his desk or on his sofa—it's comfortable, and he's used to being selfish with his space and not considering whether his guests need leg room too. It's so convenient that nothing turns him on more than the sight of you sinking to your knees and shuffling between his legs. You look so small kneeling at his feet, and your hands can barely wrap around his cock when you pull it free from the tight confines of his pants and guide the tip into your mouth. You lick over the slit and lap up the pearly beads of precum before sliding your lips down inch by inch. It's the perfect combination of slick heat and tight pressure that makes him dizzy, and you can almost feel the deep, rumbling groan that reverberates in his chest. Each time you bob your head, he pants a little faster and his whines sound a little more desperate—your spit dribbles down his shaft and it eases the glide. It sounds so lewd and hot when you hollow your cheeks and suck on the tip before swallowing him back down. Sometimes his hips jerk up when you flick your tongue just right; you can't fit him all into your mouth and you choke a little when his cock hits the back of your throat. He feels bad because he likes it when you sputter around him, and it's not much longer before he's whimpering your name and spilling his release into your mouth. If he's really lucky, you won't be able to swallow it all and he can watch his cum smear across your mouth and drip slowly down your chin.

[zenbunni]

No Mercy

a/n: Damn, I haven't posted in a while but I finally had some ideas. This was just a filthy idea that came to me lmao. I should be posting another fic soon enough but it will be much longer than this.

Leviathan x Reader.

Cw: Rough Sex, Jealous!Levi, Possessiveness, Double Penetration, Degradation, Choking, Dumbification, Levi having two dicks, Creampies, Fem!reader, kinda OOC.

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You had no idea how you ended up like this—on your hands and knees, your back arched so obscenely deep that your ass was high in the air, presenting like some desperate bitch in heat. You’d been like this for what felt like hours, stuffed full of two thick cocks, stretched beyond reason, your cunt clinging to them greedily despite not knowing how the hell they even fit in the first place. But they did—oh, they did—and now, they dragged against your slick, gooey walls, each thrust sending pleasure-cracked lightning through your body. One thick, blunt cock nudged mercilessly against your sweet spot while the other rammed into your cervix over and over, a punishing rhythm that left you shaking and delirious, every nerve in your body reduced to raw sensation.

The filthy plap! plap! of skin against skin echoed through the room, mingling with your ragged moans. Every thrust sent Leviathan’s heavy balls smacking against your swollen clit, the impact making your toes curl, your body shudder. It felt too good—too much. Your eyes rolled back as you drooled onto the floor, your body strung tight between pleasure and unbearable need.

“L-Levi! I-it’s—ah!—too much!” You whimpered, weakly trying to crawl forward, your trembling hands dragging uselessly and pathetically against the smooth floor. But you barely made it an inch before he growled, his long, serpentine tail snapping around your waist like a vice.

With a sharp yank, he hauled you back hard onto his cocks, impaling you deeper, stealing the breath from your lungs. Your vision blurred with white-hot pleasure as he bottomed out, stuffing you so full your cunt spasmed around the thick intrusion, making you choke on a broken scream.

“But it wasn’t too much when you were acting like a little slut around Belphie, huh?” Leviathan spat, his voice laced with venom. One clawed hand cracked down onto your ass—

SMACK!

A high-pitched mewl ripped from your throat as your abused cunt clenching down around him like a vice, milking him without even meaning to. His rhythm never faltered—deep, ruthless strokes that had your thighs quivering, your mind unraveling at the edges. Your mind scrambled, barely able to grasp what he was talking about—Belphie?

Vaguely, you remembered the youngest brother trying to tug you down for a nap, how you’d squirmed away, desperately refusing because you knew how Leviathan got. As much as he was the awkward, blushing otaku who stammered at the mere mention of holding hands, he was also the Avatar of Envy. And when that envy took hold of him?

He fucked you like the demon that he was, like he needed to carve his claim into your body, brand you from the inside out.

And fuck, it was always so hot.

“I-I—ngh!—didn’t d-do anything,” you moaned, only to yelp when Levi yanked your head back by your hair, exposing your throat, forcing your back into an even deeper arch. His cocks drove into you even harder, your walls stretching around him in helpless surrender. You swore you could feel him in your throat with how impossibly deep he was.

“Didn’t do anything? That w-wasn’t—ah!—an apology, you fucking whore,” Leviathan sneered, his sweaty indigo bangs plastered to his forehead, coral horns gleaming under the ethereal blue glow of his massive fish tank. Henry 2.0 swam lazily in the background, oblivious to the debauchery taking place in front of him.

The creamy mess at the base of his cocks was proof of how many times he had already wrung you dry—how many times he had forced your spent cunt to cum, again and again, until you were nothing more than a twitching, babbling wreck.

Another sharp tug on your hair made you cry out, his claws digging deep into your waist. He was always so mean when he fucked you like this, so cruel. You knew if you didn’t apologize properly, he’d break you completely—fuck you until you passed out, just to prove a point. It only made your cunt clench even more tightly around his cocks at the thought.

When he changed his pace, slowing just enough to make you feel every thick vein, every ridge, your forehead dropped against the cool floor. You drooled messily onto it, shuddering, your pupils practically heart-shaped at the change in pace. He pulled out almost completely, leaving just the fat, leaking heads stretching your entrance, before driving all the way in again, burying himself to the base, grinding deep. The pressure against your cervix made your breath hitch, made your walls squeeze around him in helpless spasms. His tail still kept your hips up, ass high in the air, forcing you to take everything he gave you.

“‘M-‘m sorry! I-I won’t—f-fuck—do it again!” you sobbed, voice breaking into little hiccupping cries. Another deep, merciless grind had you gasping, his cocks stretching you so wide it felt like they were reshaping your insides. “I-I’ll be g-good!”

At your pathetic little plea, Leviathan’s cocks throbbed, the tight heat of your desperate little cunt making him groan. He leaned forward, pressing his sweaty, overheated chest against your back, his hot breath ghosting over your ear as his long fingers abandoned your hair in favor to sliding down—

Oh.

Oh.

A keening whimper tore from your throat as his thumb pressed down, circling your swollen, aching bud in tight, merciless motions. Your cunt instantly clamped down, gripping him in a desperate, needy vice. Fuck—fuck—just that and the slow, deliberate grind of his hips had you teetering on the edge.

“I-I can feel you tightening up,” Levi panted, his breath hot against your ear. His normally pale cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, his sunset-colored eyes glowing orange with predatory hunger. His thumb pressed down harder, faster, dragging you toward the inevitable. “Gonna make a mess on my cocks again, huh?”

Your toes curled. Your eyes rolled. You tried to rock back against him, to get him to pound you again, but his tail kept you trapped. You whined, needy, desperate.

“L-Levi! M-more—ahn!—I n-need more!”

The groan he let out was pure filth, low and breathless. His breath tickled your ear as he dragged his tongue along the shell before pulling back again. You whimpered when his fingers left your clit, but before you could protest, his hands clamped around your waist and—

He slammed into you.

“You were just whining that it was too much, and now you want more?” Leviathan panted, voice rough. “I-I guess—s-shit—I shouldn’t expect anything less from a cock-hungry little slut like you.”

His heavy balls slammed against your clit again, the wet plap! plap! echoing through the room, so obscene you would’ve blushed if you had a single thought left in your fucked-out brain. The sound of your sloppy cunt sucking him in, taking both of his cocks to the root, was filthy. It only made you get wetter, made your slick drip down your thighs, messy and wanton.

One of his hands released your waist and snaked up—

Around your throat.

Your high-pitched squeal turned into something closer to a gargled sob as his grip tightened just enough, the pressure sending you careening straight over the edge. Your body trembled violently, your walls spasming around his cocks, milking them greedily as you gushed, slick dripping down your trembling thigh. Your mind blanked, drowned in white-hot euphoria. You weren’t even sure what you were saying anymore, just slurred, broken babbles of his name.

Leviathan let out a guttural moan, his grip tightening as he slammed into you one last time—twice—before burying himself deep and cumming.

Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded your already abused cunt, making you tremble as the heat pooled inside you. He didn’t stop, didn’t pull out—just rocked his hips lazily, fucking his seed even deeper, filling you until you overflowed.

You barely twitched when his tail gently flipped you onto your back, legs spread, his cum already beginning to leak from your wrecked cunt. You expected him to be back to his awkward, flustered self—to stammer out apologies for being so rough, to blush and look away like he always did.

But your breath hitched when you looked up at him.

He was still in his demon form, his tail flicking idly, those glowing sunset eyes fixed on you like prey. His cocks—still hard—were glistening with his own release, drooling more thick strands onto your already ruined entrance.

Fuck.

“I thought we were done. I already apologized,” you murmured, voice shaky—though your traitorous thighs spread wider in silent invitation. Your twitchy, leaking cunt clenched around nothing, desperate for him to fill it again.

Leviathan’s lips curled, his tail coiling possessively around your waist. He took both of his cocks in one hand and—

Pap! Pap! Pap!

He slapped your soaked, needy cunt with the heavy, leaking heads, making you jolt, slick spilling even more in anticipation.

“It wasn’t good enough,” he murmured, voice dangerously low. “You need to give me a better apology.”

Leviathan was definitely going to fuck you unconscious.

Again.

[zenbunni]

SHHH! Library Rules.

college!nerd armin who sits one row behind you in a lecture and tries to focus on the slides but your thighs are just... right there. crossed, jiggling slightly as you bounce your leg out of boredom, little skirt riding up when you shift—he’s not even hearing the professor anymore. his notes are just bullet points that say:

thighs.

thighs???

fucking thighs.

and he gets so flustered, like he adjusts his big round glasses and pretends to take notes but his face is flushed and his jeans are getting uncomfortably tight...

later that night? he’s scrolling through his phone and lands on your post—it’s a mirror pic, a seemingly innocent story—but you’re sitting on your bed with one leg up and he snaps. doesn't even make it to his bed. he’s jerking off in his desk chair, moaning like he’s being tortured, trying to keep quiet as he strokes himself to the thought of your thighs wrapped around his head, suffocating him.

armin doesn't believe his ears when you ask him to study. flash a sweet little smile. tilt your head just a little bit. he's halfway through chewing on his pen cap when you lean over his desk and say, “hey, armin. wanna go over notes together at the library?”

his brain short circuits.

he literally forgets how to speak for a full second. then manages a weak, breathy, “yeah—uh. yes. i mean. i can. i’d like that.”

you thank him like it’s nothing. walk away like you didn’t just leave a smouldering crater in his chest. but you know exactly what you’re doing. because later that evening, you show up to the library in that skirt. the tiny pink one. and the thigh highs with the little bow at the top. like a sin made of silk and smugness.

you sit across from him. cross your legs real slow.

he swallows.

don’t look. don’t look. okay, you looked. fuck.

and swallows again when you lean forward, pretending to scan your textbook, the movement making your skirt ride just a little higher.

you’re no fool. you’ve been aware of armin’s situation for a while now. the way he covers his boner with his notebook when you glance over during lectures? adorable. you’ve caught him staring at you from across the common room at least a dozen times. and those dorm parties he claims he “hates”? yeah, he only ever shows up to sit beside you and pretend he’s not practically drooling at the smell of your perfume. you think it’s sweet, in a pathetic sort of way.

you decide to tease him. just to see how long he’ll keep the good boy act up for. how long before that polite, bashful smile cracks into something desperate. how long before he snaps.

you shift in your seat, the toe of your boot nudging his ankle under the table. he freezes. you feign ignorance. flip a page. rest your hand on your thigh, drawing slow, idle circles with your finger against the exposed skin. then, you let your leg drift sideways—just barely brushing his.

armin squirms in his chair. what do people even do in situations like this? his knuckles go white where he grips his pen. his legs squeeze together.

you don’t even look up. just mumble something about not understanding the chapter. and he’s nodding too fast. offering help with a cracked voice, eyes wide, flushed down to his collarbones.

he’s shaking. he’s dying. he’s hard.

you lean in even closer—close enough to count the individual lashes framing his eyes, pupils dilated. his breath is shaky, coming in short bursts, and you can practically feel his pulse racing.

his ocean eyes flicker down to your lips before darting back to yours, a silent invitation. his breath hitches as you inch closer, every nerve in his body firing at once. he wants this, wants you, but his mind’s a whirlwind—should he pull back? should he stay still and let the moment breathe?

and then, you kiss him. soft at first, giving him time to adjust. he lets out a heavy sigh against your lips. he tastes like something fruity—like strawberry flavoured gum. the kiss is sweet, subtle and tender, like a vanilla note mixed with a slight tang, like a soft citrus. but it quickly deepens, your hands roaming over his body, teasing the warm skin of his chest through his shirt. you make quick work of his buttons, slipping your hands inside, tracing the lines of his lean chest.

your fingers tweak his nipples, pulling a gasp from him. his hands immediately fly to your waist, pulling you closer. you can feel his body trembling beneath your touch, his chest heaving as he tries to steady himself.

“oh?” you smirk, getting closer, voice dripping with playful mischief. you do it again, only this time, your nails catch the fabric, teasing that soft spot until he can’t keep it together. “sensitive?”

he nods—his face is a mess. eyes wide, like he’s been caught in the worst way possible. but then? he whimpers. you can’t help but smirk at the sound, feeling the heat rising in your own chest.

your fingers tease at the hem of his shirt, touch feather-light but deliberate. his breath hitches, lips parting with a muted gasp when your nails graze the skin just above his waistband. he’s so responsive—every little touch draws out a sound. a whine. a strangled noise that barely makes it past his throat.

he shouldn’t be this turned on from a few light touches. his thighs are tensed like he’s trying not to rut up into you—like that would make this moment disappear. like it would scare you off. but god, it’s getting harder to stay still.

he can’t fully enjoy this. not really. he feels guilt—it’s heavy in his gut. it’s wrong, right? you’re just teasing him. he doesn’t deserve someone like you. but your touch, the way your leg brushes his, the way you’re looking at him like you know what you’re doing, making him lose his mind—it’s too much.

his fingers twitch. his dick aches for release, but he can't—he can’t—let himself go any further. not like this. not when he’s been fantasizing about this moment for weeks. he can’t just be this fucking needy. can’t be this much of a mess in front of you. it’s—

“i…” his voice cracks, just as he feels his heart slam in his chest.

“’min?” you tease, just a little too sweet, fingers tracing his thighs like you have all the time in the world.

“i have to tell you something,” he breathes out, a desperate, breathy whisper. he’s panting, struggling to hold it together. he presses his hands flat on the table, palms sweating, trying to steady himself.

you look up at him with curiosity. his heart races, and the words are choking him. he bites his lip, all at once embarrassed and unbearably turned on.

“i—i—" he stops, gasping for air, hands shaking. "i can’t—i’ve been thinking about this… about you.” he’s so close, so close to breaking. his voice is strained, trembling under the weight of what he’s saying. “when i touch myself… it’s—it's you, okay?” he barely manages to get the words out, feeling like his insides are liquefying under the weight of it.

you freeze, smile faltering. “did you?” you whisper, your tone low and teasing.

“i’m sorry,” he gasps, eyes wide with guilt and the flush of shame creeping up his neck. “it’s... i didn’t mean—fuck, i shouldn’t have said that.”

you don't give him a chance to retreat. “no need to apologize, armin,” you say, the words dripping with something that feels like victory. “you’re cute when you’re this honest.”

and then, it’s quiet—just long enough to hear him choke back another whimper of frustration, as if his body is already begging for more. "but don’t think i’ll let you off that easy, hmm?"

his hands are trembling where they clutch your waist, like he’s not even sure he’s allowed to touch you like this. you nip at his bottom lip, smile curling against his mouth when he gasps again. you straddle him so that your thighs are on each side of his, and armin thinks he could die like this—caged between you, drowning in your scent.

but you take it a step further. you place your knee against his sensitive bulge and he lets out the prettiest moan you’ve ever heard. his hands grip at your hips harder, as if anchoring himself to reality, but you can feel the way his muscles lock in restraint. the sounds of a conversation drift from behind a nearby bookshelf, but all he can hear now is the blood rushing in his ears.

the noise nearby only adds on to your excitement. having armin— armin who’d ditch anybody to study for a test, armin who colour-codes his notes and panics if he’s not fifteen minutes early to each lecture—underneath you like this? it fills you with a sense of pride knowing you’re the only one that can reduce him to nothing but a horny mess.

your thigh rocks against his twitching bulge, back and forth, slow and mean, like you're testing him. and armin—sweet, delicate armin—falls to pieces.

his head lolls back against the chair, lips parted in a perfect ‘O’, breath stuttering out in high-pitched gasps. his eyes are glassy with tears and so, so bright, like he’s staring up at heaven and not at the ceiling of a dusty library. there’s drool slipping from the corner of his mouth—he doesn’t even notice. he’s too far gone. he looks pretty, absolutely destroyed, like his mind’s been wiped clean except for the feeling of your mouth on his nipple and your thigh grinding him down into nothing.

“nghhh—hah, i… i c-can’t think,” he whines, voice cracking, desperate and breathless. “feels too good, i’m— i’m gonna—!”

you coo against his skin, twisting gently at his nipple with your fingertips just to hear the helpless cry he gives in return. his hips jerk again, chasing the friction like he’s forgotten how to stop. he’s babbling now, barely making sense. “please, please, i—can’t—feels s’good, i—hahh—hurts—!”

his hands shake on your hips, clutching like he’s drowning, and all he can do is rut against your thigh while you kiss and suck at his chest like he’s yours to ruin.

his body trembles beneath yours, and the pressure builds too quickly, too intensely. he stammers out apologies, but before he can even register it, he’s cumming, and he bites his lip hard enough to draw blood. his face flushes bright red, humiliation flooding him as he whimpers, trying to recover his breath, lost in ecstasy. but its too late. someone’s footsteps are closer, and the sound of their voice drifts to your ears. he feels exposed, knowing the risk of someone walking in is too real, too immediate.

you dont stop rocking your thighs against his crotch, drawing out cries that feel much louder in the public area. armin begs you to stop with a weak, “please, I can’t take it, not—ngh—somebody’s gonna see…”

he thinks you’re going to let him cum again. god, he’s so close.

your thigh feel just right, your mouth is still on his chest, his hips are twitching up—and then you stop.

the friction disappears and your mouth leaves him with a soft pop, and armin lets out the whiniest noise, hands slapping over his mouth like didn‎’t mean to let it out.

“wha—n-no, no, please—”

“think i got enough out of today’s lesson, yeah? can’t spoil you too much, baby—you’ll get greedy.”

you run your fingers through his hair, so gentle it’s cruel.

“but don’t pout,” you coo. “i’ll give you another lesson. my dorm. if you behave.”

you get up and fix your clothes, slow and casual, like you didn’t just drive him to the edge of sanity. he twitches in your absence, like his body doesn’t know what to do without your weight on top of him.

“i’ll see you in class,” you toss over your shoulder with a wink.

and armin? armin is left there—completely ruined, dripping, thighs pressed tight together for any relief, praying nobody walks around the corner and finds him like this.

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level up - nerdmin x fem reader

a/n: tiktok is going off with these edits of the nerdarmin fanart with the tongue piercing (thank you @musapylsa) and I am eating it all up, so hope all other armin girlies enjoy this! 'swimming pools' is his theme song in my mind, so ofc I had to use some version of it~

c/w: alcohol, oral!fem receiving, spit, manipulative armin, slight!dub con, friends to ?

w/c: 929

"it's been so long, since I've been on this level right here..."

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Armin's ocean blue eyes swam as his head lolled from side to side, a half-empty, red solo cup nearly-crumpled in his hand from how tightly he was gripping it. The ends of his golden blonde hair swayed back and forth with the fluid motions of his body that ground salaciously against yours.

You smiled seeing your best friend let loose at this random college party. Pulling him away from his small, cramped study desk had taken quite a bit of convincing, but you managed it.

Statistics could wait, after all.

The spacious living room was dark, the only light that could be seen was from the cell phone screens of other party-goers making TikToks or recording on Snapchat to garner proof that they were able to attend such an event.

DJ made a song switch and Armin perked up, but as he did so, the clear liquid inside his cup splashed over the rim and landed directly in the middle of your white lace cami.

"Oh fuck, Y/N - I'm-I'm so sorry!"

Frantically, he began to look around the darkened room, searching for where the kitchen might be before grabbing your hand and pulling you along with him in a random direction.

"Armin, wait- that's not the way to the kitchen..."

You spoke a bit sheepishly as the blonde turned to you with a look of confusion before noticing that the two of you were indeed not in a kitchen, but a bedroom.

"Oh fuck," he repeated, hands moving to muss his already messy blonde bangs as he chuckled awkwardly at his mistake, "m-my bad, I was just trying to find something to clean you up with..."

Shrugging, you glanced around the room to see that it had a small bathroom connected to it.

"There may be some towels in the bathroom..."

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"Damn, Y/N...you're dripping all over my face..." Armin groaned, pulling his face from between your soaked thighs and wiping it off with the sleeve of his shirt. His cock twitched in his jeans at the sight of your swollen pussy, covered in your cum mixed with his saliva.

The towel that you thought would be used to wipe you off was placed beneath your ass while the blonde licked and slurped at your pussy like he was dying of thirst.

What had started as an innocent gesture of him helping you get cleaned up turned into soft, wet kisses on your belly and the nastiest head that you'd ever received in your life.

There had always been a little sexual tension between you both, but neither of you ever acted on it. Tonight, there was something different about Armin, and it was more than just the fact that he was tipsy.

He was determined. Confident. Ravenous.

"Armin..."

Your back arched against the stark white sheets of the bed, legs dangling off the edge as Armin knelt between them. His warm hands smoothed over the length of them, then down, down and down until they were gripping your ankles.

"Ar-wait!"

Squealing as he bent you in half, you were now eye to crystal blue eye with your friend and his glossy lips coated in your slick.

"I-I thought you were drunk off your ass by the way you spilled that drink on me! You were even swaying on the dance floor...you..."

His glasses dropped to the bridge of his nose as he smirked down at you.

"Really, you thought that? That's cute..."

Soft blonde locks splayed across your exposed skin as Armin nipped and sucked at your neck, surely leaving a trail of love bites in his wake. Moaning his name in broken syllables, you brought your arms up to wrap around his back and bring him closer.

"Sorry, Y/N, but I didn't know how else to get you alone...fuck, I've been dreaming about having you like this for so long..."

His breath came out in ragged puffs as he moved his kisses across the expanse of your chest, then down to your breasts. You squealed when the head of his tongue piercing rubbed your sensitive nipple.

He flicked the cold metal repeatedly against the hard bud while has other hand squeezed the opposite breast.

"Fuuck...A-armin...please.."

Armin knew what you needed. His fingers tapped at your lips, and obediently, you opened your mouth.

He spat a clear wad of saliva on your tongue. It tasted of the liquor you'd both been sipping on, spiced and sweet.

"I'll give you what you want, baby..."

Armin may not be the most popular guy, but he knew what he wanted and how to get it.

He'd decided that he wanted you - this side of you - in all your orgasmic glory, and he'd have it if it was the last damn thing that he'd do.

Slotting his lips over yours, he sucked the saliva off your tongue and slid off of you, back between your thighs, and spat it directly on your clit.

Your body responded kindly by twitching and spreading open for him to cover the lips of your cunt with his tongue, that sinful piercing bumping your clit before his lips closed around it, sucking gently.

Now your head was spinning as if you were the one drunk while your best friend feasted on your pussy in a random bedroom.

"Y/N..?"

It was hard to focus with Armin's tongue circling your clit, but you were able to manage a small 'hmm' in response...

"Do you think we'll be able to take our relationship to the next level now?"

Shit, you sure hoped so... +++

"cause i ain't never babysittin', i be linin' up shots, imma show you how to turn it up a notch.."

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first johann i ever post on this blog

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Bro fucking Mikey while he's deep in his dark impulses has gotta be the best sex ever stg

I'm talking nasty feral sex with him, like your legs would barely work the next morning. I'm talking his fist in your hair as he bends you over the table and pounds into your pussy until you can't scream anymore. I'm talking his hand around your throat as he makes you look deep in his blank, dark eyes. His eyes wide as he stares you down, nothing behind those obsidian eyes of his as he pushes your legs to your chest and forces orgasm after orgasm out of you. Hand so tight around your throat, the only sound you can make are gargled whines, breathless and barley heard by even yourself as he growls in your ear to,"take it."

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if you aren't best friends with your lover and a little bit in love with all your friends than what's the fucking point

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Ok I was planning to do 3 pairs but unfortunately didn't have enough time. But this was super fun and I think I'll be drawing more later so don't worry if the pair you wanted isn't here!

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Yakuza!Mikey with a good girl reader maybe? She is nice to him , takes care of him as long as he is a bit nice to her?

I think Yakuza!Mikey is fine in general, he's not abusive or anything. So you wouldn't have to be on your best behavior always, he actually likes a bit of a brat, really gets him going. But to answer this, he'd love a good girl, who can be the sweetest little thing for him and he doesn't mind being sweet to you, he usually is, but it'd be a nice healthy relationship if you're behaving. He likes that you take care of him, given that he has a stressful job and all that, loves to come home to you making dinner for him- it usually ends up with you bent over the counter though, with his fingers down your throat and his voice in your ear telling you to, "take it like a good girl." He also likes the little expectation you have for him to be nice knowing that he could literally kill you, it's really cute to him, honestly it is, but he'll treat you right if that means you can behave like a good girl for him.