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Perfect! 🥹

{1700 event}

It's been hella long I did smuttttt. Please forgive me if i'm a little rusty hehe, but I enjoyed writing this!

Character: Nishinoya Yuu x F! reader AU: royal AU TW: nsfw - losing virginity / unchecked works / arranged marriage / kinda fluffy

You sat in front of your huge vanity table, looking at yourself. You gave a sigh.

"What's wrong lady y/n? Why the sigh? Are you unwell?" your servant Lucille asked.

"I'm alright, it's just-"

"Just what, lady y/n?"

"Am I ugly? Or unlikable?"

"Why in the world would you think that, Lady y/n?!" Lucille was shocked, "you're one of the most well-mannered princess in this castle, everyone loves you."

"Except my own husband that is," you sighed, "he was forced wasn't he? To marry me."

You and Prince Noya were in an arranged marriage and were married for 3 months now, but Noya barely had time to even accompany you. He had to go for many expeditions and would be away for days and weeks, and on days he was in the castle, he would leave in wee hours of the morning and come home past midnight.

It was as though he wanted to avoid you. Then why? Why did he agree to this arranged marriage by your fathers?

You recalled about the day you married him. He looked so fine in his olive swallow tailed suit. He hair was slicked to the back, together with his signature gold tuff. He looked incredibly handsome that even you couldn't forgot his look till today, you felt so lucky walking down that aisle.

On top of that, Prince Noya is very well-known for his achievements to the country. He's one of the most hands on prince in the castle, going out on expeditions, tours, rounds around the country. He also attended events and meetings at other countries. All in all, he's an active prince.

But you didn't expect barely even being able to talk to him, even though you share the same bed as this man. The worst thing? You have not even consummate your marriage, because on the night of your wedding, he had to leave for an emergency negotiation. All you did was share a kiss when he unveiled you. Although he would kiss you goodnight and good morning daily, but that was it.

You sighed as Lucille finished your hair for the day. You decided to walk around the royal library to find a nice book to read.

"princess y/n," It was prince Yaku. He wasn't from the Nishinoya family but he was Yuu's cousin from his maternal side. Prince Yaku was also a hands on prince, and he is also well liked by many citizens and people around him.

"oh please cut the formalities Prince Yaku. What brings you here today?"

"doing some reading on my free day, you?"

"finding a nice book to pass time.."

"until Yuu comes back?" he teased and you blushed.

"How did that lucky bastard find a girl like you?" he patted your head, "always waiting for him to come home."

Someone cleared their throat and you both looked towards the direction of the noise. It was Prince Noya.

You smiled as you walked to his side, "you're home early,"

"What are you doing with my wife?" Noya spoke with a low growl, pulling you closer to him with one hand.

"Just chatting about a book~" Yaku smirked at his cousin, taking this cue to leave. He patted Noya on the shoulder as he brushed past him.

"Was he flirting with you?" Noya turned to look at you as soon as Yaku was out of his sight.

"No! We only just met moments before you came!" you quickly explained.

"okay, don't let other men touch you in the future." Noya said with a tinge of irritation in his voice.

You suddenly felt a surge of courage rising within you.

"why do you care actually?" you said sadly, "this is just a forced marriage for you, isn't it?"

Noya's eyes darted to you with surprise. He looked around, as if checking whether anyone heard what you said. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to your shared room.

"ow!" you cried out when he yanked you into the room.

Noya quickly let your hand go, guilt rising in him thinking that he might have hurt you. He quickly took your hand in his again, checking for any injuries.

"I'm fine," you pulled your hand away from his, not wanting to look him in the eye.

Noya suddenly took a step closer to you, causing you to lean against the wall behind. He wasn't very tall, so you could feel his breath against your ear, "what did you say earlier, in the library?"

"I-... I know I shouldn't let another men touch me, since I'm your legally wedded wife..." you quickly tried to own up to your mistakes.

"No. What did you say?" Noya repeated himself, this time more calm and quiet.

"t-this is just a f-forced marriage for you, isn't it?"

"why would you think that?" he looked you straight in the eye now, his expression deadpanned, not giving any of his thoughts away.

"b-because it was just arranged by our fathers. You didn't have a choice, do you?"

"I did. I've liked you for a long time now which was I agreed to it. Didn't you?"

"I- didn't disagree.." you were shock at his sudden confession.. You didn't know that Prince Noya had his eyes on you all these while??

"So that's a yes, so why was this forced?" he had two hand on either side of you, caging you against him and the wall. He didn't touch you, but being so close to him sent your heart racing. You could see his neck so clearly, his adam's apple bobbed a little as he spoke. His defined chest and biceps could be seen through his shirt.

You felt a wave of heat pooling between your legs as your thighs squeezed together involuntarily.

"I... Because..." you felt your cheeks getting warmer at your lewd thoughts

"because..?" he cocked his head to the side, getting a clearer view of your face.

"Because you seemed like you didn't want to be with me..."

Noya let out a sigh, "I'm sorry for neglecting you, my princess. I admit.. I had been really busy because of political issues."

"I know.. it's okay." you said disappointedly, wanted to turn away and end the conversation.

"but things are better now." he suddenly held onto your waist, "I'll have some time off. We'll be going for a honeymoon, you can decide on where you want to go." he smiled, giving you a peck on the cheek.

"o-okay..." you blushed even harder at the physical affection he's finally giving you.

"but first.." Noya's voice trailed away, "I think we should complete our marriage before anyone could steal you away...."

He hands were quick to move to the back of your dress, unzipping them quickly.

"so that you belong to me and only me." he peppered kisses to your shoulder and collarbone.

You could already feel your underwear getting soaked and you tried pressing your thighs together even harder. But the friction caused you to be more aroused. Your fists balled onto Noya's shirt, as you tried to suppress your moans. You didn't want to sound so needy during your very first time.

"What's wrong?" he sucked onto your skin, causing legions, "don't hide your voice. We're lawfully wedded so it's normal to do the deed. I want everyone to hear."

You hid your face into Noya's neck as you mewled. Noya gave a chuckle as he carried you out of your dress and onto your bed. He looked at your body as his lips parted slightly.

You hurriedly tried to cover yourself up in embarrassment but your arms were quickly pinned on either side.

"I'm your husband, so don't be shy. I've been imagining this for months now, princess. You have no idea how many times I've fucked my fist thinking of this."

He pulled your bra down, exposing your breasts. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip, like a predator looking at it's prey. He licked your nipple and you gasped at the sudden cooling sensation.

"fuck." he proceed to suck on them, his other hand fondling with your other breast.

You felt your sex twitching in heat and pain, begging for some attention or intrusion and you whined, clutching into Noya's free hand.

"What do you need princess? Tell me. Only me."

You slowly guided his hand to your crotch, brushing his fingers against your wet cloth. "It feels painful here, Yuu..."

"Fuck you drive me crazy." he hissed as he felt your damp underwear, "I've kept you waiting for too long haven't I?"

In one swift move he pulled your underwear off, parting your legs slightly.

"no... don't look there..."

Your hole was glistening in your arousal and you even had some on your thighs.

"ahh!" you screamed as Noya licked your pussy. He pulled onto his hair as your thighs clamped his head tightly. He sucked and licked as he savoured all your juices.

"you taste good, y/n." his tongue was already exploring further and further into you and you were a moaning mess. Your toes curled together as you felt insides coil up.

"yuu... ah~" you moaned lewdly, "i-it feels so hot b-below.."

Noya pulled your thigh over his shoulder so he could access further into your vagina and he had a thumb circle around your clit.

"Let it go baby, cum for me my good girl."

You felt something release and a wave of pleasure washed upon you as your felt your vagina wall pulsing against Noya's tongue. His fingers slowly let you down from your high and your whole body suddenly went limp.

Noya let your leg down gently as he knelt before you, licking your juices off his lips. "that was fucking sexy, princess. Felt good, huh?"

Your bottom lip grazed against your top row of teeth slightly as you nodded, still in your euphoria.

Noya chuckled as he unbuckled his belt, pulling out his member. Despite his small stature, he had a nice size and girth. Seeing his member made your pussy pool in arousal again.

"Easy princess," he slowly aligned his dick at your entrance, "I should try to get you more ready, but I'm at my limits here, baby. Tell me if it hurts, okay?"

He slowly pushed in as you cried out in pain. It was like your skin was tearing apart. Your hole was hot - like it was on fire. Your fingers dug into the flesh of his back.

Amidst the stinging feeling, you wanted more of him, to go deeper within you, it was painful yet pleasureful at the same time, it was a strange feeling.

Noya steadied your thighs so that he could have a better angle as he slowly pushed himself further in. "You're so tight baby, you're gripping on me so hard."

When he was all the way in, he paused and took a good look at you, "I'm in princess, you okay?"

You nodded, as you wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling as one with him. You felt the pain melting away to the pleasure.

He slowly started rocking against you, grinding his hips back and forth. You moaned in rapture, wrapping your legs around his frame, wanting more and more.

Noya smirked, adjusting your thighs higher and spreading them apart, trying to find your spot.

"Yuu! Ahh!" you screamed in pleasure as he hit a particular spot, causing your walls to tighten up again. Another heat was pooling into your abdomen similar to the earlier one.

"princess, I can't hold out much longer," he hissed as he sucked more legions onto your skin, "cum for me, will ya?"

He brought his thumb to your clit again, rubbing against them with the right force and angle. The pleasure build up and without warning, your climax spilled over and crashed over you like a tsunami. Your moans turned silent and all you could do was grip onto Noya's biceps as your entire body went rigid, twitching with your high.

Noya thrusted a few more times into you as he released with a low groan. He jerked a few more times against you, filling your insides to the brim with his cum.

He held you as you both tried to catch your breath. You felt his dick slowly go limp inside of you and he slowly pulled himself out, earning another whine from you.

He flopped beside you, pulling you flush against his chest, pressing kisses on your face. "I'm so blessed that you're mine and all mine."

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Had to reblog this. wtf had my stomach twisting and turning 😂 

Seasons - Hanamaki x reader

Summary: You’ve been friends with Hanamaki Takahiro since forever- is that something you really want to change?

CW: friends to lovers, cisfem reader, slight angst with a smutty end uwu, vaginal sex WC: 6k+ for: @antique-remains​ - sorry it took so long!

The key to Makki’s place is waiting for you under the loose edge of carpet in the vestibule, just like always.

His apartment is unapologetically lived in. Bits and pieces of his life are strewn across the apartment: sweatshirts and unfolded blankets are tossed over random pieces of furniture, his shoes are kicked off and left in front of the garbage he’s yet to bring downstairs. Down the hall, his unmade bed is proudly on display; the sheets are pulled up in the corners and the comforter left crumpled at the foot of the bed, leaving bits of his threadbare mattress exposed.

It should bother you, the mess that accumulates in the periphery of his life, but the rigidity of a perfectly kept home just wouldn’t feel like him– just wouldn’t feel like home. 

The scent of apple wafts under the overwhelming scent of extra buttered bagged popcorn; he’s lit the candle you gave him for Christmas last year in an attempt to hide the tinge of burning that clings to the air.

You neatly pull off your shoes and place them in the cubby saved especially for you. The sticker with your name on it is peeling at the corners- you make a mental note to replace it later. Maybe pinky and sparkly, something that the girls he brings home won’t be able to ignore.

Not that you care if Makki has girls over. It’s not like you’re dating.

You just want them to know that you’re special to him-

“Is that you or am I getting robbed again?” a voice calls from the kitchen.

“It’s a robber.” you call out and Makki barks out a laugh at the response,  “I’m here to steal your food.”

-Because you are special to Makki, whether he wants to admit it or not.

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No words are needed

Gamer moment, amirite fellow gamers?

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Jozell With NRC Students moments

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not broken, just bent – (benkei x reader)

a/n: NSFW!! 18+!!! also, tokrev manga spoilers!!! this is literally a preemptive fix it fic bc i've been mad at my guy and i needed to make sense of this plot line !!!!! ((context: reader is in toman and close close friends with senju!))

content: angst / hurt comfort, emotional & weepy & unprotected sex that could've been proofread better i hope it's alright i wanna say makeup sex too here honestly.... lmk....

word count: 2k

“i want to explain.”

“i don’t want to fucking hear it,” you try to shut the door again, but benkei stops you with one wide palm against the wood. "i can't even look at you in that fucking uniform."

“you're not gonna slam the door in my face, baby." you steel yourself against the pet name, against the way his gruff voice sounds so fucking reasonable. he's trying to soothe you, to calm you down like he always does, even as you’re putting all your weight against the front door trying to shut him out (in more ways than one).

"let's sit down and talk about this."

“no!" you give the door another valiant shove, but benkei is twice your size. with an exasperated cry, you step back and let the door bang open. standing in the doorway you suck in a deep breath.

"how could you?”

your voice is tight, head pounding from fighting back tears. “kantou manji gang? how could-" your words catch on a sob that bubbles up from the back of your throat.

pushing through it, you continue, “how could you do that to senju?” "how could you do that to–" your voice finally breaks, tears spilling from your red rimmed eyes.

benkei's heart aches. how could he do that to you? he's been asking himself that question since the moment he agreed to follow wakasa into mikey's new gang and ally with their former rivals. of course he had known that you'd be angry; the move declared him an enemy of toman, an enemy of senju. he had declared himself an enemy of you.

his fists clench as he fights the urge to pull you into his arms and hold you tightly against his chest. surely you’d push him away if he tried that now. or worse, if you didn't, he knew you'd hate yourself for giving in so easily. so he just stands there, jaw clenched, letting you say what you needed to say.

shaking with sobs, you hug your arms around yourself, feeling humiliated at how pitifully you had stood your ground. the plan you'd constructed over the last 24 hours since news of kantou manji gang's leadership had been uncovered, was to ghost benkei; completely ice him out and learn to hate him for betraying toman.

you didn't delude yourself into believing it would be easy; you were in love with him. madly in love. but what else were you supposed to do when the man you loved made a decision that so clearly had no regard for you or the people you cared about?

"i thought you loved me," you hear yourself say, but it's like you're outside your body, watching the scene unfold from someplace else. "i do," benkei's eyebrows knit together, there's fire in his eyes. "i love you more than anything."

you wipe your eyes on the sleeves of your sweater, furiously trying to collect yourself. it wasn't in the plan to cry. as you force yourself to gasp down a few deep breaths, benkei just watches, frozen on the porch. his face is patient, obviously deeply affected seeing you so upset but knowing he needed to wait his turn.

with a final dab at your wet cheeks, you sigh. "why are you here, keizo?"

"are you done yelling at me?" he asks. it isn't condescending, you know him better than that. from the look in his eyes and the expression on his face you can tell that he's asking it genuinely. he'd probably tell you to keep going if you said no. you nod once.

"i'm here to explain," he continues. "i know how this looks. but please just let me explain. can i come in?"

saying nothing, you turn your back on him and go inside. you hear the door shut behind you and the thuds of benkei's heavy boots as they follow you to the couch.

you sit at the far end, as far from his as possible. you can tell he notices this and that it hurts him. but as soon as you're sitting down, benkei lands directly in front of you and squats low to meet your eyes.

the story comes out as soon as he has your attention. of wakasa's plan to infiltrate kantou manji, to win the fight for your team from inside the rival's upper ranks. as he speaks, you feel hot, angry tears welling up in your eyes again.

"why didn't you–"

"if we told anyone, word would've gotten back to them," he cuts you off. "this is how it had to be. i can only tell you now because the fight's tomorrow. hey, come on, baby. breathe."

you realize the gasping sounds filling the room are those of your own breathing, practically hyperventilating as your emotions peak once again. benkei takes both your hands in his in your lap, and your focus shifts back to him. his dark eyes pierce into yours as he kisses your knuckles, hoping he can bring you back to the present.

"i'm so sorry," he lifts himself up from the floor and sits at your side. you allow yourself to be pulled against his broad chest. wrapping his arms around you, he kisses your head and repeats i'm sorry a few more times. "i know how fucked up this must have felt. i'll never forgive myself for putting you through it."

"i th-thought," your words come out between hiccups. "you di-idn't l-ove m-m-me anym–" his arms tighten around you before you can finish, "never. do you fuckin' hear me? that could never happen."

his lips press to your forehead, then down to your temple. he continues across your salty cheeks, covering every inch of your face in tender kisses.

when you feel his lips against yours, your head is close to exploding with everything you're feeling: shock, relief, anger, joy, betrayal, love. your hands curl into fists, balling up the front of his t-shirt and tugging him closer. following the pull like a magnet, he lifts himself to his knees, hovering over your frame. one of his hands plants against the arm of the couch as he lowers his body, pinning you against it.

the need in his kiss is like nothing you've ever felt from him. he's begging– no, yearning– for forgiveness, to feel like you understand his decision and still trust him despite it. your hands climb up his torso and stop at his shoulders.

you push him away just an inch. "keizo, take this fucking uniform off."

he sits up, keeping his eyes locked on yours. he shrugs the kantou manji jacket off his shoulders, tossing it to the other side of the room. he leans in again, but you stop him with a palm against his chest. "the whole uniform, keizo. you're dressed like a traitor in my house."

benkei stands obediently and kicks off his dark boots. he wordlessly drags down the zipper of the uniform pants and lets them pool at his ankles.

seeing him standing there in his t-shirt and underwear, it felt like nothing had changed. like the whole ordeal hadn't happened and it was any normal evening at your place with your boyfriend. he must've seen the relief in your eyes as you stare at him because he bends to cup your cheeks and press his lips back to yours fervently. "forgive me," he huffs out against your lips. "please. need you to say you forgive me."

"keizo," your whine is a warning. it's too soon. he nods his understanding and his lips trail down your neck, leaving soft kisses along the column of your throat. at the same time, he's grasping your hips and tugging you toward him, so you're lying flat on your back on the couch.

the familiar weight of his body on yours when he positions himself on top of you further soothes the worries from the past day. his lips find yours again, needy and messy, and the situation quickly shifts. holding your hips in wide hands, he ruts against you, pressing his clothed cock between your legs. you feel how badly he wants you: he's so hard it must be painful.

his fingers curl into the waistband of your sweats, tugging them down your legs along with your underwear. "you're so beautiful," he says in your ear. "m'gonna love you forever, angel." you sit up to tug your sweater over your head. benkei takes the moment to peel his shirt off, too, before taking in the sight of your now exposed tits. your hands spread wide and run down his chest, distracting him and sending a chill through his body.

tension weighs heavily between you two, now almost completely naked on the couch. but benkei doesn't want to fuck this up by being presumptuous, so he simply leans in and continues kissing you. if that's all you want tonight, it's all he wants, too. earning back your trust is what matters the most. it's not until your fingers are pulling at his boxers and you're whimpering, "please, can we?" that he knows you definitely want more, too.

he nods, and you tug down his underwear. he kicks them off the rest of the way and watches as you eye his cock, standing at attention between your bodies. as he shifts his position slightly, you both tense at the feeling of his tip brushing against your folds. you hold your legs open as benkei runs the sensitive head of his cock between your glistening lips, coating himself in your wetness. you feel the first prod at your entrance, the slight stretch as he starts to part your velvety walls.

"you're all mine, right?" you ask suddenly, looking at him with wide eyes. it wasn't something you'd ever said before, and it causes an unexpected burst of pride and responsibility to blossom in benkei's chest. he nods hard, "'course i am. you know i am." inch by inch, he's easing his way deeper inside you, but his eyes never leave yours. "i'm yours, too," you whisper, lower lip beginning to quiver.

when his hips meet yours, and he's fully submerged in your pulsing cunt, you reach out for him and he lets you pull him closer. "i've got you," he breathes, lips tickling your ear as he starts rolling his hips into you, "it's okay, baby. i've got you." he fucks you slowly, deeply, each stroke hitting a spot inside you that’s making you whimper and squirm with pleasure. your walls tighten around him, still attempting to accommodate his size as the fire in your belly continues to grow.

benkei kisses your cheeks and finds that you’re crying again. “i love you,” he says, over and over. “i love you. i love you. i love you.” his hips stutter when you clench around him, choking out a sob as your orgasm washes over you. his follows right after, releasing his cum in thick ropes while nestled in your sensitive walls.

the only sounds in the room are yours and benkei's heaving breaths and your silent sobs as both of you still. neither of you speak as he sits up and pulls you with him into his arms.

when you sniffle, signaling the end of your tears, benkei wipes your cheeks with his thick thumbs and kisses your forehead.

"i'm scared for tomorrow," you speak before he does. "for everyone." he nods, "it's not gonna be fun."

you shift in his hold, straddling his lap facing him. one small hand comes to settle on his cheek. "you've gotta win, okay?"

a grin spreads across his face. it feels like the first one in hours. "i always do, baby."

"good," you nod, satisfied with his answer. "win and i forgive you."

large hands delicately tuck your hair out of your face and cup your cheeks. your boyfriend leans in so that his forehead presses to yours, so much love in his dark eyes.

"well now there's no fuckin' way i can lose."

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Something I never knew I needed while I'm positive for COVID-19 and sick in bed (｡♡‿♡｡)

I- I- n$fŵ hcs for samon, kiji, and kenshirou with.... cat girl s/o plz 👉👈💖💖

I was about to log off for the night but I saw this and I NEEDED to write this✋❤️

Nanbaka Guards

With A Cat S/O (NSFW)

characters: Samon/Kiji/Kenshirou

warning: ✨SPICY✨, just pure filth, and of course degrading😌

Samon

Dear god...I definitely believe that Samon will love to see you wearing a collar tight around your neck

It will definitely have a bell on it

Everytime he thrusts into you, it rings and you can clearly see the smirk he has on his face

Loves fucking you from behind to see every part of your body

If you are bratty, he will grab your tail and dear god the things he says in your ear🙌

“Listen here kitten. Don’t you dare get that attitude with me unless you want a harsh punishment”

The harsh punishment is him fucking your throat while pulling on your collar and calling you his dirty little kitten

“You’re so fucking filthy kitten. Do you hear how good you sound when your choking on your master’s cock?? Or are you so fucked out that you can’t even hear anything anymore??”

Will definitely breed you

Now aftercare...he will be gentle and start apologizing to you for everything he said🥺

He would definitely make you tea to help your throat

Kiji

Oh my god...

To get started, this man 100% fucks you while wearing a cute little cat maid dress that shows off your tail, your body, and everything

Will also make you wear panties during it so he can see the obvious mess his little kitty makes

He fucks good. I just know it✋

He doesn’t degrade as much as Samon does. But he does compliment you using the filthiest fucking words

“God kitty...look how well you are taking my cock”

Will fuck you in front of a mirror

Loves seeing your fucked out face. Your saliva and cum all over the maid dress he bought you

He will definitely rub your ears cause that would be your most sensitive spot

“Aww does kitty want to lick their mess off of master’s cock??”

Kenshirou

Now I believe that Kenshirou is a sub no matter what

So he loves the idea of you putting a leash around his neck ✋

If you are into it, he would love to be pegged while still on the leash

Fucking him senseless while he gets so flustered and so sensitive

If you are not into pegging, that’s fine too!!

He fucks you in missionary most likely

Seeing you all flustered and mewling underneath him...✨✨✨

Will definitely make you suck on his fingers

“Come on...look at how much you love my cock. A poor little kitten practically begging a big dog to fuck it’s little holes and to breed it.”

He is a man of honor, so expect some high quality aftercare

He will rub your ears and gently kiss along your back

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YES FUCKING (exuse my language) FINALLY 😩 I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO DO HIM AHHH!! (Walmart Mikey 🖐️😚)

♡. 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 —

"come on, ride it." you order him, sitting on the edge of the bed as he's on his knees on the floor, watching the dildo in front of him, a blush on his pretty cheeks showing. he's really cute. he looks at you, his eyes full of lust, this is such a sign, you wanna eat him up.

"aw, taku, what's wrong, darling ?" you ask him with your sweet voice, acting ignorant, as if you didn't knew what he really wanted. takuya whines, getting closer to you, ignoring the dildo. he lays his head on your knees, gripping your legs, as if he's trying to spread them. "i..." he tries to say, not daring to look at you in the eyes.

"wanna make you feel good.." he whispers, hiding. you chuckle, caressing his pretty long hair. he looks at you, getting more confident. "wanna make you feel good! can make you feel good! so so good!" he pleads. he feels so humiliated, being naked and you still fully clothed. but he loves it so much. it makes him feel like your toy, and that's just what he is. ♡

"takuya." you call him, getting his attention again. "you want to grind agaisnt me?"

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"y-yes! please let me! please! anything to feel you!" he babbles, wiggling his ass in the air, like a little puppy that wiggles his tail. you chuckle, tapping your knees, getting him stand up excitedly and sits on you, wrapping his hands around your neck. waiting for your permission, like a good boy. "go on baby."

and so he does, grinding his cock agaisnt you, whining at the feeling. it wasn't the same since you were still clothed, but it was still really good..

he could do that all night.

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This had me running lap especially Draken's part 🏃‍♀️

GUTS REARRANGED — MULTIPLE.

MIKEY. MITSUYA. KAZUTORA. DRAKEN.

+ aged up, fem!reader, dom!toman, overstim, creampie, messy, rough, drool, dacryphilia, degradation kink, breeding kink, cunnilingus, fingering, fellatio, face fucking. minors fuck off <3.

+ i did it 😳 my first tokyorev hc 😳 we’re down bad fellas 😳 this is me being a slüt over delinquents who spent their youths in juvie.

MIKEY.

+ mikey is lethargic in nature

+ he oftentimes likes you just bouncing on his cock because he’s just too lazy to move on his own

+ but when he gets into it, you better prepare yourself

+ have you seen him kick??? the strength of his thighs down to his heels are guaranteed to make you grasping for a foundation because boy will fuck you so hard you’d beg him to stop

“ah, what’s this? gettin’ tired already?” mikey taunted, pulling your hair back while resting his one hand to the small of your back. “i’m not even halfway done, y/n.”

he liked to see his cock disappear inside your pretty, tight cunt. mikey would never stray his eyes off of how slick and wet his cock becomes everytime he’s thrusting into you.

“m... mikey... mikey!” you shrieked, bracing yourself to anything that your hands could grasp.

mikey pulled up his lips to a smile. a smile that held an ambiguous meaning. “ya don’t get to make the rules, do ya?” asked he, planting his feet onto the floor, his thigh muscles flexing with his ankle veins rising from underneath his skin. before he grabbed your waists so hard it’d bruise, and slammed into you with an impact of a tidal wave.

you found your cheek pressed onto the hard surface of the wall, tears running down your face. it felt so good that you won’t ever forget it while you breathe. and mikey knew it, too. he knew how feral he could be whenever he’s got his cock kissing your cervix, your arousal coating his veiny girth all around.

you see, as much as possible, mikey didn’t want to be the one who leads the fucking. because whenever you clamp around him to milk his cock with warm tears coating your irises, the self-restraint of fucking you witless comes off like a rope loosing and falling down his feet.

mikey pressed his cheek to the side of your face, sweaty and all. “don’t go passing out on me, yet, princess.” he pulled out, leaving a staggering emptiness in you. “to the bed. get that ass high up for me.”

MITSUYA.

+ mitsuya is animalistic in bed

+ vanilla sex? sometimes, yeah. but not always.

+ he wants you wide open— drooling, begging, and crying.

+ because what else could he know that he’s making his little slut feels good if he doesn’t make you cry?

drenched. that was the definition you came up with regarding your whole body. you felt like you took a bath, only that it’s sweat and cum you used as water.

“‘m not done yet,” mitsuya hissed at your face, grabbing the base of your neck while shoving two fingers down your throat. “gonna fill your pussy with cum. let you have my damn brats filling your womb.”

you couldn’t talk. it was impossible to do so. therefore, you allowed yourself to choke on his fingers and to the way he was rampaging his way into your pussy.

mitsuya, mitsuya. your mind kept on repeating until a slap woke you from your trance. mitsuya looked down at you maniacally, like a hunter would to its prey.

“look at me, slut. the fuck happened? my cock got ya dumb?” mitsuya flashed you his fangs, retreating back his fingers to tug at your thighs, pulling and slamming you to the base of his cock. “well... can’t blame ya. look at your face,” he hissed, pushing his palm flat on your stomach, “so fucking fucked.”

and then it happened, mitsuya flung your ankle to his shoulder. baring his canines, he fucked you to the ends of your wits while pressing on your stomach. your whole body shivered— tingled— trembled. you had no idea. there were sounds coming out of your mouth and they weren’t exactly human. they were helpless cries of pure self-gratification.

mitsuya released a breathless chuckle. “ah, ya feel that, ya dumb slut? feel my cock fucking your insides just how you like it to?”

KAZUTORA.

+ in this house, we believe in dom!kazu supremacy.

+ when he fucks you, he really fucks you. no inhibitions, no lying low, no buts & no whys. sometimes, though, he wanted to bide his time.

+ especially when his pretty baby misbehaves. talking back and acting all bratty in front of toman? you’ve got one nasty punishment coming your way.

+ because kazutora would never let such an attitude go unnoticed. even though he’d act all nonchalant about it in front of the gang.

inside one of toman’s hide out, kazutora placed himself between your thighs while you sat on a crate, your thighs extended apart. kazu pushed his face deeper into your cunt, penetrating your hole with his tongue. god, you smelled so good. and so fucking vulnerable.

“hm... kazu... your tongue...” you grabbed onto his yellow and black hair. tossing your head back while biting your lower lip.

he flicked your clit with his hardened tongue, his index finger inside to keep your cunt occupied. kazu’s eyes were hazed with nothing but lust and punishment. surely, you must know by now that he’s not too kind to let his bratty lil princess go unscathed?

you felt the pads of your feet warming up. the nerves surrounding your thighs tingling for the anticipation of an orgasm. after all, kazu’s tongue had never disappointed your pussy yet.

thighs twitching, your stomach caved in when his finger picked up the pace. you tugged him further into your pussy, letting his face flat on your intimate part, tongue wriggling deeper.

“‘m cumming... kazu—!” your eyelids began to twitch, nipples perking up. you were so close, you could feel it in your bones. “kazutora—!” but your orgasm were punched into nothingness when he suddenly retreated, letting your eyes blow wide with your mouth hanging agape in utter shock.

kazu looked at you dead in the eyes, his mouth still glistening from your own arousal and his saliva. his belt shuffled, followed by the fall of his pants and the bounce of his slender cock.

kazu pumped his cock, coating its head with the precum that’s pooled at the tip. “what’re ya waiting for? kneel.”

“w... what?” was your confused question. “what the hell, kazu?! i was so damn close!”

“now’s not the right time to fuck around, princess. kneel.” the command was solid. too solid that it got you on your knees immediately. without so much as a word, kazu held the top of your head and drove his mad cock inside your maw. you would’ve gagged, but kazu pulled out just to slam the base of his cock against your face, his tip hitting your uvula. tears easily welled in the corner of your eyes, your nose flared while struggling to take him all in.

kazu watched you, with satisfaction bubbling like lava in his chest. “this mouth is for sucking my cock and eating my cum,” he hissed, “since when did it become something that talks back?”

DRAKEN.

+ despite his height and enormous nature, he mostly handles you like a china vase he’s afraid to break in bed

+ always makes you feel good, giving everything to you

+ but you must know that everyone has their limits and sometimes... draken really just wanna fuck that pretty pussy ‘til it’s sore

+ and once he does, there’s literally not much you can do than just crawl at the sheets while being pounded in all positions known to mankind

“so fuckin’ good... gimme more, hm? more, baby,” draken whispered, flinging your ankles over his shoulders, planting his palms onto the mattress while caging your body to clap his pelvis against yours.

“draken... draken... too much! too much!” you cried out, clawing at his chests.

good god, how many times had you cum ever since earlier? when draken waltzed into your apartment with that look you knew so well. you’d not even reached the bed when he started fucking you while walking towards it.

draken sunk his knees to the soft mattress, holding your ankles to spread your legs wide open. “can’t stop, baby,” he moaned— full throated and carnal— his body glistening in sweat. “fuck, ‘m gonna cum again.”

your body jiggled back and forth by draken’s every thrust. your muscles were aching. you felt sticky, slimy, sweaty. he’d already cum so many times— shooting his load to your chest, to your stomach, in your mouth and inside your cunt. yet... draken seemed too oblivious to the word rest.

draken manhandled your body so you were facing the pillows, your stomach flat on the bed. draken wasted no time to jackhammer his cock back in, the intensity pushing your body to the headboard.

“d... draken! so—” you couldn’t form any thoughts. not when he was pressing your cheek down the mattress while he muttered obscenities and praises about how good your pussy always felt like.

draken’s brows were narrowed in concentration. his own chest restraining, teeth-gritting. he knew he was a slave to your pussy, and trust him when he says that he wanted to rest— to let you rest. but whenever he’s pounding into you, with your cunt tightening its agreement? draken couldn’t do anything but fuck you ‘til his semen flows down your inner thighs.

© 2021 8kh. DO NOT MODIFY, REPOST, EDIT, and TRANSLATE.

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They kinda remind me of someone 🤔(two best friends meet someone new and bring them into there small group of idiots/strong Characters 😃)

...WAIT A MINUTE 😃

HUH?!!!! IS THIS THEIR PAST LIVES OR WHAT 😧?!

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(NOT MINE) I live for creepypasta stories! Especially these ones (●♡∀♡)

Creepy-pasta’s reacting to you not wearing a bra

Art belongs to @ijustwannahavefunn

A/n I just thought it would be a good concept since I don’t have any cake On my butt. But damn do I have some titties.

I also will add more characters but I’m tired Rn

Warnings: suggestive, minors DNI

Ticci Toby:

Snuggling up as a little spoon with Toby is a daily afternoon occurrence, just enjoying each others company.

It’s not until Toby wraps an arm around your chest in an attempt to get impossibly closer, that he feels your soft breast pressing right up against his arm.

“...t-that’s soft.” He suddenly sputters out, “what’s soft?” A sudden squeeze to your breast makes you realise what has him all flustered at the moment.

“Y-your Uhm.. your not wearing a bra?..”

“They’ve been hurting lately toby..”

Oh..” he stops “do you want a massage?”

Of course you won’t decline

Jeff the killer:

So basically he is just chilling, watching TV.

When you come out of your shared room and go to the kitchen to snack on something.

And once you grab something and sit down next to him, mans just casually looks you up and down.

When he sees your nipples poking through your shirt.

Now it’s not everyday he sees this so obviously he wants to make sure he’s not dreaming (he really just wants to touch)

So he reaches forward. And grabs one, giving it a experimental squeeze.

At this point you’ve dropped the chips you were eating, staring at him with wide eyes

And then his tired eyes meet yours, suddenly filled with surprise.

A smirk creeps up onto his face as he pushed you against the couch. “Well why didn’t you just say so”

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(THIS IS NOT MY STORY CREDIT TO THE OWNER) This is my favorite Bonten x reader Angst rn (｡ŏ﹏ŏ)

dnhfjdanxs- imagine husband! Bonten getting into a little 'married couple' fight with their wife and when she gets mad she looks so adorable they can't help but smile and tease her, wich only makes her madder so she makes them sleep on the couch😭

BONTEN COUPLE GETTING INTO AN ARGUMENT – EVICTED TO THE COUCH !!

☁︎ mikey, haitani ran, haitani rindou, kakucho hitto, kokonoi hajime, haruchiyo sanzu

☁︎ unedited. angst. sanzu uses drugs. hurtful comments :(

♡ — MIKEY

Mikey has had a long day. There’s been a miscalculation in Kokonoi’s funds, the Haitani Brothers disappeared off into their own agendas without telling him, Sanzu came to work high and wouldn’t stop laughing during meetings, and Kakucho walked out of the room out of exasperation. It’s been a terrible day, the storm clouding his shoulders brought all the way home. You understand his pain and his troubles, but sometimes, you really wished Mikey would be more careful with his words when he’s frustrated.

“Mikey, you should at least wash your face before heading to bed-”

“Leave me alone and stop nagging,” he growls, nails digging into his scalp as you stand before him, perplexed at the sudden venom in his voice. “Just shut up will you? I can’t get a fucking break anywhere. Your voice is so annoying too – it’s scratching against my ears, fuck, I’m so tired.”

You stepped in front of him, your body blocking the door as tears glistened in your eyes. Still, you held them in, refusing to give your husband the satisfaction he was getting to you.

Mikey sighs at your stubbornness. “Move out of the way. I’m tired, okay? Just let me go to bed. We’ll talk tomorrow when I’m feeling better.”

“We’ll talk tomorrow when you pull out that stick from your ass,” you retort, stomping in the room to throw pillows and blankets his way. Mikey catches them with his arms, brows drawn together when you fling him a pair of socks that lands on his irritated face. “You’re sleeping in the couch tonight. There’s no way I can sleep beside you when you’re being mean. I get that you had a bad day but you can’t just take it out on me and say hurtful things.”

“...What’re the socks for?”

Your shoulders slumped as you leant against the door, heart aching that your husband won’t even apologize. Mikey has always been this way. Prideful, unwilling to admit he makes mistakes, and head too up the clouds to ever see you eye to eye. “I know your feet get cold easily,” you mumble, closing the door halfway to look at him one last time. “Good night, Mikey.”

Even as you closed the door, awake for hours in the emptiness of a bed meant for two and his side painfully empty, Mikey never crawled beside you. Not even a kiss to the forehead like he always did before leaving for work when you were still half-asleep.

You bit down on the blanket to muffle your cries that night, unaware that Mikey stood outside the door. His fist was raised halfway when he heard your restrained sobs, whines of how mean he was like a direct stab to the heart. Maybe this wasn’t the right time to talk, he thought to himself, and turned his back to the door before retreating to the couch.

♡ — HAITANI RAN

If there was one thing you hated about Ran, it would be his annoying trait of never taking you seriously. You admitted your husband was a devoted man, loyal and protective to a fault, but sometimes he was too confident in taking everything as a joke that you could never come to an understanding. You’d told him multiple times that he should stop leaving his stuff everywhere. He had a habit of leaving his mug on the table when the sink was just a few steps away, or discarding his tie right on the couch because he was too tired that he’d just plop straight to bed.

You weren’t even asking for much. It was a simple request of him to clean up after himself.

“Ran, you’re not a child anymore!” you picked up his gold wristwatch lying on the marble countertops, centimetres from falling before it crashed into pieces. Dragging him to his closet, you pulled out his own watch organizer. “We have this for you, why can’t you put it back as soon as you’re not wearing it?”

“Babe, relax-”

“No, don’t tell me to relax. You always do this and it’s annoying-” you cut yourself off when Ran hides a snicker behind his fist, lips pursed as his eyes glimmer with amusement. “What’s so funny, Ran?”

“Nothing. You’re just too cute.”

“Were you even listening to what I said?”

“I think I heard a thing or two,” he shrugged, the smile on his face falling when your bottom lip quivers. Sniffing, you tucked his watch back into his pillow, closing the drawer and walking past him in loud footsteps. Your husband followed behind you, the sound of his laughter echoing all over the room. “Babe, come on, I was just joking. You take everything too seriously.”

“And you think everyone is a joke,” you spat out. Pointing to the couch, you gritted your teeth to stop yourself from crying – annoyed because you were infuriated but you also wanted his comfort. Wanted his arms around you since sleeping alone wasn’t comfortable. But boundaries were important; he needed to learn not everything was funny. “You’re sleeping on the couch tonight, Haitani. Don’t even think of talking to me until the house is spotless by the next morning. Let’s see what’s funny now when you don’t get your goodnight kisses anymore.”

♡ — HAITANI RINDOU

Opposite to Ran, Rindou’s least pleasing trait was that he was impatient. He took everything seriously, the darkness of his life as a Bonten Executive turning him into a rigid, stiff guy who barely smiled. He’d witnessed the cruelty of the world, he was cruel himself so he was often on edge, triggered by the least complicated situations until he was blowing it up too much. Tonight would be one of those where Rindou is tapping his foot on the ground. He’d glanced at his watch more times than he could count, his jaw clenching and unclenching because you were taking long.

“Babe, how long are you going to be in there?”

“Just one more minute!” you called out, plumping your lips as you applied colour over it. Once satisfied with your look, you made your way to Rindou, the smile on your face freezing awkwardly when he offers you a distasteful glance. “Is... is there something wrong with my face?”

“No, but there’s seriously something wrong with your concept of time,” he tapped at his watch flashed in your direction, “I told you I wanted to leave fifteen minutes ago. You took forever there.”

“We’re still half an hour early to our appointment, Rindou. You act as if I’ve just killed somebody.”

“You wasted my time.”

You flinched back at the harsh tone. Fiddling with the necklace to calm yourself down, you sucked your cheeks in as an attempt to hold your tears back. Rindou has had his fair share of letting out mean comments, but did he really have to do this now? On a dinner date you’d been looking forward to since he’d been busy for a while now? You were a waste of time?

“I’m sorry then,” you sniffed, refusing to look him in the eye. “Uhm... I don’t think I want to go anymore; I know you had to cancel a Bonten meeting because I wanted to go out with you. Waste of time, right? So don’t worry about me anymore, I’ll just head to be. You can go back to work.”

Rindou groaned behind you. “Babe, I’m sorry, that’s not what I meant.”

“Sleep on the couch tonight,” you gestured to the living room, tears staining this beautiful dress you’d been so excited to wear for him. “I want to be alone tonight.”

♡ — KAKUCHO HITTO

Arguments with Kakucho were as rare as they were drawn out. He was a patient, understanding man who always insisted on clear communication if there was a problem that needed to be worked out, so you never had to worry nor did you understand the complaints of other Bonten wives whenever their husband unnecessarily said something hurtful. Kakucho paid close attention to his words; you were more than lucky to have married him, but nobody was perfect. And wanting a perfect marriage where everything was butterflies and rainbows were impossible.

Kakucho, while being the sweetest husband ever, was also a dedicated Bonten Executive – so much so that you could barely feel his presence.

He’d be out before the sun came out. He’d come home long after you’re asleep, and on the few times he was home, he brought work with him. You wanted to be as patient with him as he was with you that you never said anything about it. You of all people understood how demanding his work was, whatnot with being the most notorious criminal gang. It wasn’t easy for him, but neither was it for you.

You wanted your husband to spend more time you before you believed that he was becoming more and more of a privilege to talk to than a husband you could count on.

Hugging him from behind, you kissed below your husband’s ears. “Kakucho...” you whispered, hands trailing down his arms to loop at his fingers, his knuckles bumping to your palm. “Let’s go to sleep now, or watch a movie at least. You haven’t stopped working for weeks now. I’ve barely talked to you and I’m worried.”

“I’m okay,” he answered, distracted by the paperwork in front of him. It’s like you weren’t even there. “Head to bed straight first, love. I’ll be there later.”

“You always say that but I’m already asleep by the time you come, Kakucho. I’m tired of sleeping and waking up without you – it’s like my husband isn’t here at all.”

“My work is important.”

“More important than me?”

“Fuck, what is it with you tonight?” he slammed his pen on the table, peeling your arms off of him and staring up at you with a scowl. “I’m the one putting the food on the table just to feed us with my hard-earned money. I’m the one working day and night to provide you a comfortable life and I’m doing everything I can, what else do you want from me? Of course Bonten is more important. It’s what makes us live this lavishly.”

“If I’m going to lose my husband through a line of criminal work, then I don’t want it, Kakucho! I just wanted to spend more time with you! Why is it so impossible for you to talk to me for even five minutes?”

“Then you shouldn’t have married me if you wanted a man that could be your playmate each fucking minute because I have other things to do!”

Your mouth fell aghast. “I can’t believe you said that,” tearing your gaze away, you felt Kakucho shoot up from his seat, ready to apologize and coo for what he said. You could tell the exhaustion and sleep deprivation was getting to him. Dark circles lined under his eyes and his shoulders were drooped weary, arms extending to hold you but you gently flicked him away, heart torn and conflicted from this argument rooted from something as small as wanting more of his attention. “You should... you shouldn’t stay up too late. Go to sleep as soon as you’re done, I’ll have food prepared for you before you leave.”

“Love,” he pleaded, “Can’t we at least talk it out?”

“We’re just going to shout at each other. Let’s talk when we’re feeling better,” sending him a forced smile, your heart ached at the sight of Kakucho’s guilt written all over his face. “Can I have the room for tonight, love? I want to be alone for a while, although I’ve been feeling lonely for a while now anyway. Not like anything changed.”

“Will you not let me hold you for a while?”

You nodded to his study. “You should finish your paperwork. Mikey’s going to come for your ass if you don’t get that sorted out soon.”

♡ — KOKONOI HAJIME

Kokonoi has worked hard to fill up both your pockets, ensuring that there’d never be a day where you had to worry for things such as bills or not having anything to eat. He’d gone through hell and back to get where he is now. With his efforts, he was more than eager to spoil you with his black card, reassuring you every day that you could get whatever you wanted and he wouldn’t blink at it. Hell, he wanted you to go crazy – fill up your closet with the latest designer brands, indulge in expensive wine, strut down to the next party you’ll attend with Louboutin – he wanted his pretty baby dolled up until you felt like an absolute goddess.

Only you didn’t want to.

You appreciated your husband’s desire to spoil you, but you wanted to use your own money as much as possible. Your money, your decision. His money, his own expense. Only that you cut back on shopping since you found no need to buy the most expensive brands, nor did you feel like it was important to impress anyone or be the most stunning in an event you didn’t want to attend in the first place. Sometimes, though, Kokonoi could be quite demanding.

“Come on, sweetheart, it’s just a necklace. It won’t kill you to get it. Consider it an advanced birthday gift from me.”

“But you already got me a car.”

“Because I wanted to, and I’d still get you whatever you asked for. We’re loaded, sweetheart. You don’t have to worry about a thing,” he grinned, nodding at the saleslady awkwardly watching your exchange with a stiff smile. “She’ll get it, Miss. Please wrap it up nicely in a box.”

“No, Koko, I don’t want it-”

“God, I should’ve just gotten a sugar baby if I knew you’d be this much of a cheapskate,” he muttered under his breath, thumbs pushed to his forehead. Kokonoi scowled at you for a brief moment before he slapped his card onto the table and pushed it to the saleslady. “She can get whatever she wants here, consider it paid for,” turning to you, he exhaled through his nose. “Meet me in the car once you’re done. If you still don’t want to accept a gift from your husband who only wants you to get something nice, then throw the card away. I don’t care.”

You gaped at your husband who walked away. Out of spite, you bought that damned necklace and rushed back to the car, watching the city speed by as Kokonoi had one hand on the steering wheel. “So you got the necklace,” he glanced at the box on your lap, “I told you it’s not a big deal. You made a fuss out of nothing.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t force me to buy things in the first place,” you snapped, “And sugar baby, seriously? Why would you even think of that?”

“Because you’re being such a drama queen!”

“You’re insufferable, Kokonoi,” you slammed the door when you’d reached the parking lot of your penthouse, heels clacking while your husband leaned over the car, unimpressed by how you’d left the box inside on purpose. “Go give that necklace to your sugar baby, I’m sure they’ll like it. Oh and just a note, you’re sleeping on the couch tonight.”

♡ — HARUCHIYO SANZU

Sanzu has a bad habit of stumbling late into the night, high and out of his mind that he’s creating a ruckus everywhere. He’s taken more than two hits today, coming home singing at the top of his lungs, unaware that you were trying to sleep. You stormed out of the room then, ready to scold him because he might wake the neighbours when you heard a crash, and on the floor you found an ancient vase your mother had gotten you as a gift. Beside it, Sanzu whistled an oops.

“Sanzu, what did you do?! This was a precious gift!”

“‘Twas an ugly vase,” he slurred, crouching down to watch you pick it up one by one carefully. Narrowing his eyes, he laughed at the way you were angrily mumbling to yourself. “You’re cute, wife. Getting all riled up for an ugly vase... I bet that was a fake too. It’s nothing special.”

“Would you shut up?”

“I’m speaking the truth!” he placed a hand on his chest and snorted at you, “Don’t cry now, you’re not a baby anymore. I’ll get you a better vase, babe. Just don’t cry.”

You flicked his hands away as you were busy gathering the shards piece by piece, but Sanzu whined, grabbing you by the wrist until a shard slipped through your palms. Blood gushed out from the cut and you gasped, staring up at Sanzu incredulously who only gasped, but made no move to help. “Hands off me, Sanzu,” you warned, “You’ve done enough, don’t you think? Get the first aid kit and move!”

“I uhm... I don’t know where it is.”

“You’re so hopeless,” you cried, pushing past him as Sanzu trailed behind you like a little puppy. He fidgeted from one foot to another. You gestured at the top of the bathroom tops where the first aid kit lay, and he wowed, reaching up before he helped disinfect the cut and bandage it. Smelling the substance on him, you frowned and beat gently at his chest. “You should be more careful, Sanzu. I’m going to die worrying about you.”

“Em not that bad, babe...”

“Whatever,” you wiped your tears away with the fitted vest he wore, “I’m not in the mood to talk right now. You’re evicted to the couch until I get a replacement for that vase.”

MY REQUESTS ARE CLOSED. PLEASE DON’T SEND ME ANYTHING AFTER THIS :)

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