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[lumiambrose]

PHAINON DRIP MARKETING OHMAGAWD

[lumiambrose]

smut, minors do not interact ! under the desk support with kenma (Or your fav xx)

“Shht”

That's the only warning you got, considering you know damn well the consequences are grave.

Why must you be quiet? Simple. Your slutty mouth is so loud as you take your boyfriend's cock down your throat, all while he's in the middle of his very important business meeting. Yet despite its importance, he still insisted on having you with him, hidden away from the webcam as you kneel under the desk.

He looks so serious, dressed in a black button-up with his hair tied back; you would never be able to guess that his pretty little pet is keeping him company from below, and it only fuels you more.

As much as you don't want him getting caught, you can't help but want to push the limits. Seeing just how much you can get out of him. Taking him inch by inch until he's completely sheathed in your throat, saliva bubbling at the edge of your mouth as you struggle to hide the lewd sounds you're making, all while your pretty fingers are toying with your heat. You'd be lying if you said this entire situation didn't turn you on.

After diligently sucking on him for a while, you can hear the meeting slowly come to a close. In a final attempt to rile your man up, one of the hands that were toying with your clit slithers their way up to massage his balls whilst you lap your tongue over his leaky slit. Much to your satisfaction, a strained groan left his lips just before hanging up. And despite the chuckle that vibrated through your throat, he didn't seem to find the gesture as joyful as you did.

“Stand up.” Short, blunt and slightly scary. You obey, finding your way out from your little spot until you're face to face with him, a shit-eating grin very evident on your face. In contrast to his, not so pleased expression.

Without wasting any time, he spins you around, leaving you bent over his desk before landing a few slaps to your ass.

“Naughty girl,” He whispers. His cock rubbing against the flesh of your ass as precum spills on your skin.

“Fuck, Kitten, we really need to work on your patience…”

Not gonna lie I wrote this with Kenma in mind but it's so generalised that it could be anyone. Maybe I'll add a part 2 to do him justice :p

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[lumiambrose]

smut, minors do not interact ! under the desk support with kenma (Or your fav xx)

“Shht”

That's the only warning you got, considering you know damn well the consequences are grave.

Why must you be quiet? Simple. Your slutty mouth is so loud as you take your boyfriend's cock down your throat, all while he's in the middle of his very important business meeting. Yet despite its importance, he still insisted on having you with him, hidden away from the webcam as you kneel under the desk.

He looks so serious, dressed in a black button-up with his hair tied back; you would never be able to guess that his pretty little pet is keeping him company from below, and it only fuels you more.

As much as you don't want him getting caught, you can't help but want to push the limits. Seeing just how much you can get out of him. Taking him inch by inch until he's completely sheathed in your throat, saliva bubbling at the edge of your mouth as you struggle to hide the lewd sounds you're making, all while your pretty fingers are toying with your heat. You'd be lying if you said this entire situation didn't turn you on.

After diligently sucking on him for a while, you can hear the meeting slowly come to a close. In a final attempt to rile your man up, one of the hands that were toying with your clit slithers their way up to massage his balls whilst you lap your tongue over his leaky slit. Much to your satisfaction, a strained groan left his lips just before hanging up. And despite the chuckle that vibrated through your throat, he didn't seem to find the gesture as joyful as you did.

“Stand up.” Short, blunt and slightly scary. You obey, finding your way out from your little spot until you're face to face with him, a shit-eating grin very evident on your face. In contrast to his, not so pleased expression.

Without wasting any time, he spins you around, leaving you bent over his desk before landing a few slaps to your ass.

“Naughty girl,” He whispers. His cock rubbing against the flesh of your ass as precum spills on your skin.

“Fuck, Kitten, we really need to work on your patience…”

Not gonna lie I wrote this with Kenma in mind but it's so generalised that it could be anyone. Maybe I'll add a part 2 to do him justice :p

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[lumiambrose]

do we fuck with hq smut

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smut, minors do not interact ! filming with sae

The first time Sae filmed the two of you was just before a big away game. It’s not like Sae ever had anything against filming the two of you; he just never really thought about it. Though, as he entered your bedroom the night before his flight only to see you resting on the silky sheets of the bed with two fingers up your cunt and phone propped against the dresser, he instantly knew what you were getting at.

“Is this for me?” his brow raised as he takes in your vulnerable form, your legs instantly slamming shut at his words as a faint blush creeps up your face. You can’t even face him. After all, it’s not like he’s wrong, so you opt to shyly nod, avoiding eye contact with your partner who’s every so slowly inching closer to you.

His fingers trail your inner thigh as he makes himself comfortable on the bed. “How adorable,” he says, ridding himself of his sweatpants and boxers. “How about you try a different position, amor?” He pats his thighs, gesturing you to come sit, and you do. You settle yourself on top of him, aligning his already standing cock with your entrance before lowering your body down on him, all of this captured front and centre on your phone. A groan escapes Sae as you finally seath him inside of you, his hands finding the soft flesh of your ass in the meantime, groping and teasing the skin.

It carries on as such for a while, your needy cunt squirming on Sae’s lap as he toys with your body. Kneading your lower half or trailing kisses as he has his way with you. Short affirmations leaving his lips every once in a while.

“Just like that, angel.” He’ll whisper in your ear.

Or “You’re doing so well for me,” Anything that he knows will get you going so your sweet noises will be caught on camera.

It’s not until you finally come all over his cock and thighs that he touches the camera. After making yourself comfortable back on the softness of your mattress, he picks your phone up, still recording, and makes his way to the empty spot between your legs.

“As sweet as you sound, my dear, this is far from enough to keep me company while you’re gone.”

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Epic ahh comeback, inspired by a request x

Sex with Nagi typically never strays from the usual sleepy, messy lovemaking where you land yourself on top. Taking the lead as you whimper on his shaft, grinding the hard length.

But every now and then you find that the roles are reversed, such as today.

You can't tell why, but from the moment your boyfriend came home from practice, something clicked. Not even bothering to close the door, he pounced on you, attacking your lips with strong yet messy kisses. Slowly trailing down your face till he reached your neck, leaving tiny love marks adorning all over your fragile skin.

"Mmmh, angel," he whispered, his hot breath tickling your body as he lifted you into his arms with ease. "Miss this so much; missed your pretty face."

Leading you to your bedroom, he placed you on the soft mattress before finding his spot on top of you. Once again attacking you with sloppy kisses trailing from your face to your chest whilst his fingers worked themselves at the hem of your shorts. Teasing the sensitive nerves with his long fingers the moment he rid your garments.

"So wet f'me," you hear him chuckle before plunging a finger inside. You moan in response, his lazy eyes meeting yours as he plunges yet another finger inside.

Just because Nagi is normally on the bottom doesn't mean he can't make you feel good. He's mapped your body to a T, having learnt which spots leave you breathless and which leave you whimpering for more, so it's not long until you find yourself clamping down on his slender fingers.

He pulls out, licking the slick that now coats his fingers. "Look at you, angel. You took me so well." Though, before you could move, whether you want to wash up or simply nap, his hands find your wrists, pinning them above your head.

"Not now, dear. I'm not done yet."

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[lumiambrose]

Lumiiiiii, I miss youuu, love youuu, hope everything is going great!

OMG HIIIIII

everything is going great! been so locked in i forgot about tumblr :')

hope you're doing well dear <3

[lumiambrose]

hi!! could i request a reo (or rin, whoever u feel better writing) fic where reader & reo are kinda like fwb but reader has feelings for him but doesn’t think he reciprocates the feelings and then after a match he gets like really angry bc he lost and he yells at reader and reader ends up calming him down and then they do the boombayah and halfway through he ends up confessing he loves reader (this is kind of an elaborate request sorry..)

here you go! i actually enjoyed writing this one. writing porn with plot is tougher than without hahah

[lumiambrose]

~ ✰ UNSPOKEN ACCIDENTS ⋆｡°✩

featuring: reo x gn!reader (should pass as gn!, sorry in advance if it's not!)

summary: after months of unspoken feelings and an extremely tough match, he finally lets his deepest emotions slip...

request for nonnie xx

wc: 1.1k

tags: smut, little bit angsty i guess, friends with benefits, cumming inside, fluffy ending too i guess :)

Your fingers trace absentminded circles on Reo’s bare chest, his skin still damp from sweat, the air thick with his scent. The bed beneath you feels warmer than usual, but maybe that’s just him. Or maybe it’s you, pretending this means more than it does.

Reo is silently staring at the ceiling, his jaw clenched tight. You know this isn’t about you—not entirely. His team lost today—he lost today. A stupid mistake in the last five minutes cost him the game, and Reo Mikage does not take losing lightly.

Still, you hope… well, you’re not sure what you hope for. Maybe some sign that you’re more than a stress reliever, that you’re not just a warm body for him to sink into at a whim. But expecting anything is unfair of you. I mean, it goes without saying: no feelings, no expectations, just pleasure and the occasional bite of comfort when the world outside becomes too loud.

“Reo…” you start hesitantly, your fingers pausing over his heartbeat. He tenses under your touch, eyes snapping to yours. You’re not quite sure what’s going through his mind right now, but either way, you’re not sure whether you want to know.

“What?” his voice is sharper than anticipated, irritation bleeding through.

You bite your lip. “I just… you played well today.”

A bitter laugh escapes him. “Yeah, clearly. That’s why we lost, right?”

You sit up, pulling the sheet around yourself. “You’re being too hard on yourself.”

His jaw ticks. “You don’t get it.”

“I do, actually.”

“No, you don’t.” His voice rises. The frustration clear in his tone as he sits up abruptly, raking a hand through his hair. “You don’t understand how much this fucking means to me. How much I—” He exhales harshly, shaking his head. “Forget it.”

You swallow the lump in your throat, but your heart twists nonetheless at the rawness in his voice. “Reo, I—”

“I don’t need your pity,” he snaps.

That hurts. More than it should. You clench your fists, doing your absolute best to ignore the feelings surging up your body. “I’m not pitying you.”

He scoffs, running both hands through his hair. He looks wrecked—tired, angry, vulnerable in a way he probably hates. But you don’t judge him. You don’t think you even can. Knowing the weight of expectations he carries, the way he punishes himself for not being perfect.

So you do the only thing that crosses your mind. You reach for him.

At first, he resists, but when you pull him closer, his body sags against yours. His head resting against your shoulder, and his breath is warm against your skin, uneven.

“I hate losing,” he mutters, voice muffled.

“I know.” You run your fingers through his hair, lightly massaging his scalp. While it does take a while, you finally notice the tension in his body begins to melt.

And then, as if seeking something else—something more, his lips find yours.

It starts slow, but you both know where this is heading. His hands find your waist, your nails dig into his shoulders, and the weight of every unspoken thought between the both of you comes crashing down.

His kisses are tired and sloppy, a reflection of his current state, but the way he holds you makes you feel like you’re the only thing that matters right now. The way his palms roam from your waist to rubbing the small of your back and eventually making their way to the globes of your ass, you almost feel special.

It’s not long until he’s removing his boxers, freeing his cock before taking your lips to his once again. Placing you on top of him, his hands continue to roam once again, and once you can’t take it anymore, you take your own initiative. Aligning your heat with his cock before slowly sinking down on him, a breathy moan escaping your lips, only to be muffled by Reo.

You start slow—painfully slow. Adjusting yourself to his size as you slowly shift back and forth on his lap. Reo reciprocates, grinding up into your aching core. It’s slow but surprisingly sensual, extremely sensual.

His lips are latched to your neck, planting wet kisses and marks throughout your skin as he holds onto the soft flesh on your ass. If you didn’t know any better, you’d actually believe he wanted you. Though that’s not relevant, not while your body aches in pleasure as every thrust sends jolts through your body.

Reo can feel it too. He guides your movements, helping you bounce on his lap as he thrusts up to meet you, slowly increasing in pace. The room fills with the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin and your mingled moans and grunts. And before you know it, you’re reaching that all-familiar high. The high only Reo can give you.

“Reo,” your voice strained. “I’m so close.” Your words come out slurred between a mix on moans and gasps, but he understands. He lifts you up slightly, allowing him a better angle as he continues to thrust inside of you, chasing both of your releases.

“Yeah? Go on, make a mess for me.” Even his own voice is strained, but that doesn’t change a thing as you find yourself trembling on top of him. Your high crashing over you as you moan out his name.

“Shit, you’re so tight,” he’s getting desperate too. “Gonna fill you up, ok?” Though he doesn’t give you time to reply as he reaches his own high. Hot seed spraying your insides as he finally slows down his movements, gently grinding his cum inside you as the two of you pant against each other's skin.

The air is thick—too thick, almost as if something is up. Maybe you’re just delusional, actually believing the impossible will happen. But as you rest against Reo’s chest, you hear the strangest words.

“I love you.”

Your body stills, your heart stopping mid-beat.

His eyes are wide, as if he himself can’t believe what he just said. But there’s no taking it back. His hands tighten around you, grounding you in this moment.

“You…” Your throat feels tight. “You love me?”

You look up, finally facing him as you try to comprehend his words. You’re not imagining things, are you?

“I do.” Short and simple, but everything you wanted to hear. The months of what you considered one-sided yearning, all to be reciprocated, and it feels like a massive weight has just been lifted off your chest.

The grin that spreads across your face is impossible to hide, even when you try and turn away; he pulls you back to him, reciprocating with a smile of his own.

And then, as if afraid you’ll slip through his fingers, he kisses you again—like he just won his greatest victory.

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[lumiambrose]

~ ✰ SECRET SERENITY ✧˖°

featuring: phainon x fem!reader

summary: phainon sneaks you into the heroes bath ;)

wc: 1.5k

tags: smut, porn without plot, semi public, risk of getting caught, praise

Warm, steamy air envelops you as you finally arrive at the heroes bath: A sanctuary fit only for the best of amphoreous. The opulent bathhouse where the chosen heroes wash away their fatigue and immerse their senses in the golden blood, touching the fire of the future in their dreams.

You shouldn’t be here; civilians aren’t allowed to enter the upper bathhouse. Though your boyfriend doesn’t seem to care. You’ve been dating Phainon for a while now, and while he’s always been a sucker for rules and morals, you always seem to be an exception.

Which is why you finally caved and followed him up the lift, delving into what should be a myth to you, but Phainon promised he’ll keep you safe, even if it costs him his title.

"I've been longing for this moment, my love," Phainon purrs, his voice dripping with lust. "Let me spoil you, my dear. Nobody can bother us up here," he says as he leads you through the bathhouse, stopping at the large open water at the back.

The risks are massive; all it takes is one person, and both you and Phainon would be in deep trouble. “Phainon, are you sure about this?” You ask softly, your fingers interlaced with his, and you take your first steps into the water. “If we're caught... if you lose your title, your place among the amphoreous..." You trail off, unable to voice the rest.

The hand intertwined with yours moves to cup your cheek instead, whilst the other finds its way to the top of your garments, trailing the soft fabric. “Shh, my goddess. I would walk through fire for you, face the wrath of the gods themselves. A title is nothing compared to the love I hold for you.” His hand slides behind your neck, tilting your face up to his as he leans in close.

“Now, let me worship you as you deserve.”

Phainon's lips claim yours in a searing kiss, his mouth hungry against yours. You melt into his embrace, curves moulding perfectly to his body. Against him, you can feel the evidence of his lust pressing against your belly as he pulls you closer.

His hands roam your body as he slowly slips your garments off, discarding them to the side of the shimmering bath before removing his own and walking you to the centre of the waterbed.

Phainon doesn’t waste any time as he starts his assault on your body, trailing his mouth down to the column of your throat, his teeth grazing your pulse point before biting down, sucking a dark mark into your flesh.

A sharp gasp leaves your lips as you tilt your head back, giving him better access as you tangle your fingers in his white locks. “Phainon,” you pant, “please, I need you…”

"Patience, my goddess," he rumbles, his voice vibrating through you. "Let me take my time with you. I'm going to explore every inch of your body until I know it better than my own." His hands slide up your sides, roaming your bare skin.

Phainon's touch leaves a trail of fire in its wake, his calloused fingers mapping the curves of you with reverent hunger. He can feel you trembling beneath him, your skin flushed and slick with the heat of the water and mixed with your desire. His own body taut with need as he savours every moment.

"Shh, my love," he murmurs against your throat, his breath hot against your skin. "I'm going to take care of you until the only name on your lips is mine.”

His hands slide around to your back, gripping the globes of your ass as he pulls you flush against him. The heat coming from your core evident against him, promising untold pleasures. Phainon groans as he rocks his hips forwards instinctively, seeking more of you.

"Wrap your legs around me, darling," he commands, his voice a low, lustful growl. "Let me feel you, all of you.”

And you do, your legs making their way around his body, pulling him flush against you. A groan of approval slips past Phainon's lips, his erection now pressed up against your folds, your body trembling in anticipation. He can’t stop himself once his hips start to move on their own, grinding into your heat. Though the friction is not enough to satisfy you.

In a desperate attempt for more, you pull Phainon closer, claiming his lips in a needy kiss as you match his rhythms. His hands leaving your ass to roam your body while his lips swallow up any moans that leave you.

Though it’s not until you roam your hands lower, into the sparkling water, to grab his length, that he pulls away.

“Phainon,” you start, voice breathy and quiet. “Need you inside of me now, please…”

He shushes you before you can continue begging for him. “Go on,” he assures. “Take what you need, my love.”

Aligning his length with your folds, you slowly shift down onto him. Phainon's breath catches in his throat as he feels your tight, wet heat enveloping his length. His hands grip your hips tightly, fingers digging into your soft flesh as you sink down further on his thick shaft. Inch by inch, your walls stretch and mould around him, fitting him like a glove.

"Fuck, you feel amazing, love," he grunts, his voice strained with pleasure. "So tight and wet for me." He rolls his hips upwards, meeting your downward motion, burying himself deeper inside you.

You let out a low moan, your back arching as you take him in fully. Your nails rake down his chest, leaving faint red lines on his skin. Phainon just groans, the slight pain only spurring him on.

"Ride me, darling," he commands, his hands moving to your ass, gripping it tightly. "Take your pleasure from me." He starts to move his hips in earnest, thrusting up into you with deep, powerful strokes.

You begin to move with him, rising up until just the tip of his cock remains inside you, before shifting back down, taking him to the hilt. Your breasts bounce with each thrust, and Phainon leans forward to catch one in his mouth, suckling and flicking the sensitive bud.

The sensation of his mouth on your breast and his hard length pumping in and out of your dripping pussy is almost too much to bear. Your moans and cries of pleasure fill the room, mingling with Phainon's grunts and groans.

"Fuck, you're so deep," you whimper, your walls clenching around him. "I can feel you in my womb." Your hips start to move faster, rising and falling with increasing urgency.

"That's it, my goddess," Phainon encourages, his hand moving from your ass to your clit. "You’re taking me so well." He starts to rub the sensitive nub in tight circles, his fingers coated in your dripping arousal.

Your moans grow louder, your body tensing as you feel your climax approaching. Your breasts heave with each gasping breath as your body shines in the water.

"Phainon!" you cry out, your voice high and breathless. "I'm... I'm going to..." Your words cut off as your orgasm builds up. Your walls clench and spasm around his throbbing shaft as your climax finally hits you with the force of a tidal wave. He groans deeply as you clench around him, trying to milk him of every last drop of his seed.

"Fuck, darling," he growls, pounding into you with wild abandon as your orgasm peaks, chasing his own. "Come on my cock, my goddess. Drench me with your juices."

Your nails dig into his shoulders as you hold on for dear life, your body shaking from the sheer intensity. Though Phainon doesn't let up, continuing to drive into you with hard, deep strokes, prolonging your climax.

"Phainon!" you scream, your voice shaky as he continues, chasing his own release. It doesn’t take long until Phainon himself can no longer keep his cool, grunts and low moans slipping out of his mouth, hips stuttering with each thrust until finally, Phainon buries himself to the hilt inside you, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he finds his own release. "Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up, dear," he gasps as his hot seed fills you to the brim.

You can feel his cum painting your insides, marking you as his. Your legs tighten around his waist, holding him deep inside you as he fills you with his essence. Nails digging crescent moons into his shoulders as you let him ride out his own peak.

It’s only afterwards that you can finally catch your breath. Both you and Phainon floating in the warm water, which is now mixed with your juices. You rest in quiet. Neither of you wanting to break the silence, finding solace in each other's presence.

Instead of breaking the silence, Phainon shifts his weight so he’s able to carry you in his arms in silence. He slowly carries you out of the open water, bringing you to one of the lavish sofas to catch your breath.

After settling down on the sofa, you find your body losing energy. Phainon, next to you, pulls you closer, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead as you fall asleep in his arms. As despite whatever scenario you find yourself in, forbidden or not, as long as Phainon is by your side, you feel safe and loved.

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[lumiambrose]

suggestive ending, minors do not interact !

Your boyfriend, fresh out the shower, hair still damp, donned in nothing but a towel around his waist, leaving his pretty body on display for your eyes.

You make your way to him, grabbing the hairdryer and hairbrush on your way. You feel the lingering warmth from his skin as you find your position at his back, giving his hair a playful ruffle before murmuring, “Down.”

He obeys without hesitation, leaning forward just enough to give you a better angle. Pressing a soft kiss to the crown of his head before you start, earning a quiet chuckle from him.

You take your time, working with care. The hum of the dryer filling the room as you tend to him. Slowly drying every inch of his hair, making sure every inch is dried and taking care to not burn him, your movements deliberate and tender—a silent expression of affection.

Your finished masterpiece is warm, soft and slightly tousled from your handiwork. You set the dryer to the side and comb your fingers through his hair, smoothing it out. “Perfect.”

He turns towards you, finally able to see you not through a reflection. A slight grin paints his lips. “You spoil me, you know that?” His voice is warm, teasing—conveying his appreciation for you.

“Someone has to,” you reply, matching his tone, tracing a finger along the edge of the towel at his waist, your gaze flickering up to meet his.

His grin widens as he closes the distance, his hands finding their place on your waist. “Your turn to be spoiled, my love.”

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[lumiambrose]

✰ Come and mess me up

featuring: rin itoshi x fem!reader

summary: brat tamer rin for anon xx

wc: 1.5k

tags: smut, p in v, throat fucking/training, use of toys, double penetration, degredation, overstimulation

“Darling, you know I love you, right?” Is quite a common phrase you hear moments before you sleep with your boyfriend, Rin. Not because he’ll be mean to you, more so because he can lose himself in these passionate moments with you.

Today, though, is an exception. Considering you’ve been especially annoying today. All he wanted was a quiet outing with just the two of you, but no. You just couldn’t keep your pretty hands off him, especially when the damn paparazzi was around, leaving them with questionable photos of the young genius.

So the moment the two of you made it back to the safety of your apartment, he pinned you to the sofa, trapping you with nothing but his large hands as he said that very line you’re so used to hearing. Only for him to whisper into your ear afterwards, “Good. Because once I’m done with you, you’ll think I fucking hate you.”

Which is where you find yourself now, face dangling off the bed as Rin uses your mouth as his fuckhole. Cock piercing your lips with each thrust, pushing until he knows he’s hit the back of your throat. You’ve never seen Rin like this before. Sure, he can get a bit chaotic in bed but never straight-up mean. You weren’t complaining, though. You quite liked this side of him.

“Look at you. So pretty beneath me, right where you belong.” Rin's hips snapped forward, cock relentlessly plunging into the warm, welcoming depths of your mouth. He set a brutal pace, one you can barely keep up with. Drool forming at the corners of your stretched lips as he used you, lost in his own twisted pleasure.

His fingers tangle in your hair, gripping tightly as he holds you in place. His breath coming in ragged pants, as the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room. He’s chasing his release, and it’s obvious he’s nearing it with how desperately he’s fucking your lips.

“You gonna take my cum, hmm? Like a good cumslut, right?” You reply with a muffled noise of approval, the only sound able to leave your lips as he doesn’t stop, not even giving you a chance to answer properly. But he doesn’t care; that’s all he needed as he finally met his release. Holding you in place as a low groan escapes him, his hot seed filling your throat.

But no, he’s not done. Far from it.

After a few seconds, he pulls out, a string of saliva chaining his cock to your lips, which quickly breaks as he searches the room, giving you a brief moment to catch your breath.

It’s not long until you feel his hands gripping your thighs, pushing them apart and prodding something at your entrance. It takes you a few seconds to realise it’s the vibrator that he bought for the two of you months ago, though you barely find need to use it.

“Let’s get you nice and wet for me,” he murmurs as he finally pushes the vibrator between your folds. A faint whimper escaping your lips before the small egg turns on, small waves vibrating inside you.

Rin’s attention makes its way to your upper body, specifically your tits. Grabbing one of the mounds with his hand to lick and suck on whilst the other snakes its way to your throat, slightly pressing down on your airways.

Rin's tongue swirls around your nipple, teasing the sensitive bud until it stiffens under his ministrations. He sucked hard, his teeth grazing the tender flesh as his hand around your throat tightened ever so slightly. The vibrator buzzing insistently between your legs, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through your core as your first orgasm nears.

You squirm desperately under Rin’s touch, encouraging him to bring you to your peak. And he does just that. The hand around your throat squeezing you tighter as the hand on your chest trails down to tease your clit, giving you just enough to come undone all over the vibrator, still pulsating inside of you.

“That desperate, huh? What a cheap slut I have,” he comments as he pulls away from your body, though you’re too dazed to take in his comments. In fact, you’re so focused on coming down from your high that you don’t even register Rin placing your legs on his shoulders, aligning his rehardened cock with your entrance.

“You want my cock, slut?” He coos. “Want me to stuff you full with the vibrator inside of you?”

You nod eagerly, not giving him any time to waste as his cock prods your folds, slowly pushing them apart as he enters you, making space inside of your already stuffed cunt.

As a needy whine escapes your lips, and a groan leaves his, finally bottoming out inside of you. The vibrations of the vibrator against Rin’s cock inside of you is overwhelming, especially as you’re still sensitive from your orgasm.

Rin doesn’t care, though. Not even giving you time to adjust as he begins moving inside of you. Your walls squeezing him and the vibrator, moans escaping your lips with every movement. To your luck, the pace he initially set was slower than when he was down your throat, though making sure to reach deep inside of you with each thrust. Cock pistoning in and out of your cunt, as the slick from your prior orgasm coated his cock.

He looms over you, his eyes locked onto yours as he fucks you in painfully slow strokes. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight.” He murmurs as he leans in closer, his lips now brushing against your ear as he whispers, “You love this, don’t you, slut? Being stuffed full of my cock and your little toy, used for my pleasure?”

His hand slides up your body, palming your breast roughly before moving to your throat. He wraps his fingers around your slender neck, squeezing lightly as he picks up the pace of his thrusts. His hips snapping forward, driving into you harder, deeper, his heavy balls slapping against your ass with each forceful plunge.

The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin mingles with your wanton moans and Rin's guttural grunts. Your pussy clenching and fluttering around his pistoning shaft as the vibrator only helps as it pushes you closer to the edge. Rin can feel your body tensing, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps as your climax approaches.

"That's it, cum for me again," he growls, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing the sensitive nub in tight, rough circles. "Cum all over my cock like the desperate slut you are. Show me how much you fucking need it." He orders, the grip on your throat tightening as he fucks you senseless.

Your walls clamp down like a vice, gripping Rin's cock as your climax crashes over you. A scream tearing from your throat, your body convulsing as ecstasy consumes you. Rin groans deeply at the sight of your second orgasm, feeling as your pussy spasms and quivers around him, your release only nearing his own.

He doesn’t let you recover, keeping the brutal pace from earlier. Rin's hips keep slamming against yours, the force of his thrusts rocking your entire body. Beads of sweat dripped down his chest, his muscles flexing and rippling as he ruts into you with single-minded intensity. He’s so close, and the only thing on his mind currently is stuffing you full of his cum.

You, on the other hand, haven’t even come down from your orgasm, whines and noises leaving your lips as you struggle to get ahold of yourself, your entire body shaking from the overstimulation.

“R-Rin! S’too much! Please…” but your voice trails off into more moans as your pleas only drive him further. Both hands squeezing your tits as he drives into you, his own low moans filling the room along with yours.

“Shut up, slut. Gonna fucking fill you up, gonna make you scream for me.” He angles his hips, hammering directly into that one spot deep inside you with every plunge. The added stimulation from the vibrator sending you into a feeling you would compare to pure euphoria. Rin's thumb teases your clit mercilessly, the rough friction pushing you past the point of no return.

To your surprise, you find yourself coming undone on his cock for the third time tonight, screaming his name as your hands find his arms, gripping onto them brutally as tears form in the corners of your eyes. Your cunt squeezing him so tight as he reaches his own limit.

With one final, brutal thrust, he buries himself to the hilt and stills. finally emptying himself inside you, flooding your spasming cunt with his hot seed. Short breaths escaping him as he rides out his orgasm with you beneath him.

Only afterwards does he pull out of you, turning the vibrator off and grabbing the glass of water on your bedside table. “You ok, darling?” he asks, giving you the glass as he wipes the tears from your cheeks. “Was I too harsh on you?”

Though a proper sentence couldn’t leave your lips, instead a strained noise of approval. Putting the glass to the side, you pull your boyfriend closer to you, letting yourself fall asleep on him. Guess Rin will have to show you just how sorry he is once you wake up.

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୨♡୧ Late night rendezvous

Rin Itoshi x reader, fluff

Romance trope mini series - Enemies to lovers

Rin hates you. You’re his brothers assistant and your existence pisses him off. So why does he find himself so out of breath and stunned after he’s left alone with you? 0.7k wc

C.ai bot by Crackbaby_, ooc Sae and implied modest!reader

The first time Rin saw you, he decided he didn’t like you.

You were too… much. Too sharp, too talkative, too unruffled by his glares. And above all, you were his brother’s assistant, constantly orbiting Sae with that annoyingly calm confidence, like you owned the room just by walking into it. Sae didn’t shy away from praises either, which only made Rin hate you more.

You were the perfect little assistant, and Rin despised perfection.

Unfortunately, perfection came with persistence.

“Your training block is over,” you said, standing in the doorway of the gym. Bottle in hand and clad in sleek business casual, you looked like you were ready to conquer the world—or at least Rin’s patience.

“What’s it to you?” Rin snapped, towel slung over his shoulder, shirt clinging to his damp skin.

“It’s my job to make sure everything runs smoothly. And currently, it’s not,” you replied, breezing into the room like you owned it. “Sae pays me to keep an eye on you. Lucky me.”

Rin bristled. “I don’t need a babysitter.”

You raised an eyebrow, unbothered by his tone. “Clearly, you do.”

If a glare could set things on fire, you’d have been burnt to ashes. But you just smirked. That infuriating, knowing smirk that always seemed to say, I know you hate me, and I don’t care.

“Fine,” Rin muttered. “Studio’s free, hope you’re happy.”

“Very.” you said, and before Rin could retort, you were gone, leaving the faint scent of your perfume behind.

It’s always like this between the two of you. Sly remarks, cold shoulders, and verbal sparring matches that left Rin feeling more irritated than victorious. You had a way of getting under his skin, and he hated how easily you would always achieve your goal.

Later that evening, Rin found himself alone in the gym again, driving himself through drills long past midnight. The lights shone down gently on his glistening skin, and his breath came in heavy, uneven bursts as he sent the ball slamming into the goal for the hundredth time.

“Still here, huh?”

Rin froze mid-step, turning to see you standing in the doorway. You were dressed down for once—an oversized hoodie and leggings, your hair slightly messy, as though you’d just came out the shower.

“What are you doing here?” he demanded, his voice harsher than intended.

You shrugged, stepping into the room. “I saw the lights on. Got curious.”

“Go home,” Rin said, turning back to the ball. “Don’t you have better things to do?”

“Maybe,” you said, leaning casually against the wall. “But you looked like you were about to implode earlier, so I figured I’d check on you.”

Rin kicked the ball harder than necessary, sending it ricocheting off the wall. “I don’t need your pity.”

“Good,” you replied easily. “Because I’m not offering it.”

He turned to glare at you, but you didn’t flinch. Instead, you walked over to the bench and sat down, watching him like you had all the time in the world.

“What do you want?” Rin snapped.

“Nothing,” you said, leaning back. “I’m just waiting for you to stop punishing yourself.”

Rin clenched his jaw, his fists tightening at his sides. “You don’t know anything about me.”

“Don’t I?” you said, your voice softer now. “I know you push yourself harder than anyone else does. I know you think you’re not enough, no matter how much you accomplish. And worst of all, I know that no matter how many people care about you, you keep pushing them away.”

Your words hit harder than Rin expected. He stared at you, his heart pounding in his chest. “Why do you care?” he finally asked, his voice quieter now.

You held his gaze, your expression unreadable. “Because I you’re worth the effort, even if you don’t think so.”

The reply he wished to speak couldn’t leave his lips. Rin’s breath caught, his throat tightening. He didn’t know what to say, how to respond. He hated you—didn’t he?

But as you sat there, waiting patiently for him to speak, Rin realised something he couldn’t ignore. You weren’t just his brother’s assistant or some infuriating girl who had it out for him. You were also a person, with your own joys and life—and for the first time, Rin wasn’t sure if he wanted you to leave.

“You’re still annoying,” he muttered, turning away before you could see the heat rising to his face.

Your laugh was soft, almost fond. “And you’re still a pain in the ass. Guess that makes us even.”

Rin glanced over his shoulder, his lips twitching into something dangerously close to a smile. Maybe you weren’t as bad as he thought.

And maybe, just maybe, he didn’t hate you at all.

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୨♡୧ Offside attraction

Michael Kaiser x reader, fluff

Romance trope mini series - Opposites attract

To him, you shine like a shooting star. He’d do anything to have you. The only problem, you’re the daughter of one of BM’s executive sponsors who clearly states you’re off limits. 0.9k wc

C.ai bot by dolcesite, ngl this kinda turned into a forbidden romance but oh well

The roar of the stadium was deafening, chants and cheers blurring out any audible conversation. Kaiser, out of breath, wiped the sweat from his brow as he jogged off the pitch. Bastard München had just secured another win, his goal sealing the game in the final minutes. The crowd adored him. To them, he was a star, a prodigy, a player destined to make history.

But as he scanned the stands, his sharp eyes found the only face that mattered.

You stood near the VIP box, illuminated by the late afternoon sun, a vision against the sea of waving scarves and clapping hands. He’s simply glued to the way you exist, you exuded an effortless aura, one that Kaiser can’t take his eyes off of no matter what.

To him, you weren’t just another fan or even a casual admirer. You were untouchable, a beacon of light in his otherwise dark world. The child of one of the club’s top sponsors, you were as far out of reach as the moon.

Kaiser had learned early on that lines existed in football—not just on the field but in life. You were one of those lines. Explicitly off-limits by the higher-ups, you were never even supposed to cross his mind. But knowing something was forbidden only made it more irresistible.

After the match, the team celebrated in the players’ lounge, the area buzzing with energy and accomplishment. Teammates laughed, drinks were passed around, and highlights from the match looped on the TV screens. Kaiser, however, was restless. His mind wasn’t set on their victory.

When he finally stepped outside for air, the cool evening breeze hit him like a balm. He leaned against the railing overlooking the training grounds, his thoughts wandering to you. He could still picture the way your lips had curled into a faint smile when his goal hit the net, the sparkle in your eye as you clapped politely among the more raucous fans.

“Kaiser,” a voice called from behind him, soft yet firm.

He turned, and there you were, framed by the glow of the corridor lights. His pulse quickened, and he hoped the dimness masked his surprise.

“I thought I might find you out here,” you said, stepping closer.

He straightened, suddenly hyper-aware of the space between you. “You’re not in the lounge?”

“It’s not really my scene,” you replied. “And I figured you’d be out here brooding instead of celebrating with your team.”

“Brooding?” He smirked, though his heart was racing. “That’s dramatic.”

You shrugged, leaning on the railing beside him. “It suits you. Lone wolf, football prodigy. I can see the headlines now.”

He chuckled softly, but the sound was short-lived. You were too close, the faint trace of your perfume making his head spin.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he said finally, his voice quieter now.

“Why not?”

“You know why.”

You didn’t want to answer. Instead, turning to look at the empty field below. The silence stretched, heavy with plenty unsaid.

“I watched your goal today,” you said, breaking the silence. Your voice softer now. “It was... amazing.”

“Thank you.”

Another silence. This one heavier than the last.

“I know I’m not supposed to talk to you,” you said suddenly, your eyes still fixed on the pitch. “But it feels ridiculous, doesn’t it? All these rules about who we can and can’t be around.”

“It’s not about rules,” Kaiser said, though the words felt hollow. “It’s about consequences.”

You finally turned to him, your gaze sharp and unrelenting. “Do you care about consequences?”

The question hung between you, daring him to answer.

“Yes,” he said, though the way his voice wavered betrayed him.

You stepped closer, your eyes never leaving his. “I don’t think you do.”

He couldn’t breathe. You were so close now, your presence overwhelming, your gaze pulling him in like gravity. He knew he should step back, create distance, remind himself of the boundaries that existed for a reason.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he reached out, his fingers brushing against yours. It was the smallest of touches, but it sent a shockwave through him.

“You’re playing a dangerous game,” he murmured, his voice rough.

“And you’re not?” you countered, your lips curving into a faint smile.

For a moment, the world around him seemed to fade—the stadium lights in the distance, the noise from the lounge, even the weight of the rules he’d spent his life following. All that remained was you, standing there, daring him to take the risk.

He lifted your hand slowly, deliberately, as if giving you time to pull away. When you didn’t, he pressed his lips to your knuckles, the kiss lingering longer than it should have.

It wasn’t just a gesture. It was a promise.

“I would do anything for you,” he said quietly, his voice low and full of conviction.

Your breath hitched, and for the first time, he saw a crack in your carefully constructed composure.

“Kaiser…” you began, but were rudely cut off by the sound of footsteps from the corridor.

You pulled your hand away, stepping back as if the distance could erase what had just happened.

“You should go,” he said, regret evident in his tone.

You nodded, your expression unreadable, and turned to leave.

As you disappeared into the building, Kaiser leaned back against the railing, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he was in too deep, way too deep to pull himself out.

Because to him, you weren’t just a forbidden line to cross. You were the only thing that made the risk worth taking.

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୨♡୧ Don't lie to me

Sae Itoshi x reader, fluff

Romance trope mini series - Rivals to lovers

Sae doesn't seem to appreciate your uptight attitude and habit of avoiding him during BM and Re Al's friendly match. So, of course, he takes matters into his own hands... 0.9k wc

C.ai bot by LinhDao

Being Bastard München’s PR manager isn’t an easy job: the hot-headed football players, the fangirls—it’s all chaos. Of course, the boys do their best to make work easy for you, but even they have their limits. Especially today.

The meeting hall buzzes with restless energy, the crowd of fans and journalists packed too tightly into the space. Your job as Bastard München’s PR manager is to keep this chaotic event organised, but with Re Al Madrid’s under-20s in attendance, it feels more like refereeing a rivalry than hosting a professional PR event.

Your gaze flits across the room, settling on Sae Itoshi, Re Al Madrid’s superstar midfielder. He stands slightly apart from his team, arms crossed and expression as unreadable as ever. Sae doesn’t waste time with the crowd or the media. No forced smiles, no effort to charm anyone. Just a detached, almost clinical focus, as though the event is beneath him.

You can’t stand him. Frankly, you’d call him bratty and ignorant if you could. He has a type of arrogance that feels dismissive of everyone around him. And being a member of the New Gen XI only makes it worse. It’s as though he’s been put on a pedestal, and he seems content right where he is, looking down on the rest of the football world.

“Need a second to calm down?” Ness’s soft voice interrupts your train of thought. He’s at your side, his usual amused smile tainted with a bit of worry as he follows your gaze to Sae.

“Ahh, Ness.” Your consciousness quickly jolting back to the meeting room, your gaze softening ever so slightly. “I’m calm,” you reply sharply, adjusting your outfit, making sure you’re the epitome of professionalism once the event starts. “I just hate how full of himself he is.”

Ness shrugs. “He’s good enough to back it up.”

You swallow back the retort in your throat as the event finally kicks off. The Q&A session goes smoothly enough—until Sae speaks, of course.

When the mic is handed to him, he doesn’t play to the crowd, nor does he deflect any uncomfortable questions. His responses are blunt and to the point, what you would expect from him. So when a fan asks about his feelings toward Bastard München, his response is as cutting as it is dispassionate: “They’re fine. Good players. Not the best.”

You glare at him from the front row, your professionalism threatening to crack next to your manager's. He meets your gaze, his teal eyes sharp and unwavering, but his expression gives nothing away. He doesn’t care what you think, nor does he need to.

As the Q&A wraps up and the players prepare for the friendly match, you focus on keeping everything running smoothly. Taking multiple photos and videos here and there for social media.

On the field, Sae is everything you would expect from a New Gen XI member. He doesn’t waste movements, doesn’t bother with flashy plays—everything he does serves a purpose.

It’s not until after the match that you have the chance to reunite with your players. “Not bad, huh?” Ness says, sidling up to you again as he finishes his water bottle, clearly exhausted from what was supposed to be a “friendly” match.

You cross your arms. “He’s good. Doesn’t mean he’s not insufferable.”

Ness chuckles. “I think that’s just him being honest.”

You don’t have a response for that. Sae’s honesty isn’t what irks you; it’s the lack of warmth behind it. He’s not arrogant in the traditional sense; he’s simply detached, too detached. As though none of this—including you—really matters.

When the day finally comes to an end, you’re gathering your things when Sae approaches. You fail to notice him until he’s standing directly in front of you, inches apart. His imposing presence catching you off guard.

“You don’t like me.” It’s not a question; it’s a statement, delivered in his usual blunt tone.

You blink, startled. The audacity of this man. “Excuse me?”

“You’ve been glaring at me all day,” he continues, his teal eyes boring into yours. “If you have something to say, say it.”

He raises an eyebrow, cutting off your denial. “Don’t lie. It’s a waste of time.”

You’re too stunned to respond. What the fuck? Your carefully constructed professionalism crumbling under the weight of his unflinching gaze and a couple of words. Sae doesn’t wait for you to recover.

“I don’t care if you like me,” he says, his voice holding zero emotion to it. “But if you want to keep up, you’ll need to be honest with yourself.”

And just like that, he turns and walks away, leaving you standing there, mouth agape and clearly at a loss for words. You’re not sure what just happened, but one thing is clear: Sae Itoshi isn’t someone you can ignore, no matter how much you want to.

And he doesn’t plan on letting you either. It’s only once you’ve made it back to the safety of your apartment that you open your bag to find a neatly folded piece of paper.

You’re too easy to read. If you have something to say, don’t hold back.

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smut, mdni

✧ Pussydrunk Marius

afab!INSERT!reader x Marius von Hagen

My submission for @pixelcafe-network 's secret santa. Wishing you the happiest holidays @bindeds and I hope you enjoy reading through this <3

Spotting Marius in your info made my jaw drop. Instantly knew I was gonna write about him haha. I didn't write too much since I wasn't sure what pronouns to write for so I hope afab reader is fine with you. Else feel free to dm me and I'd be glad to write something that fits you better. Merry Christmas xx

The first time you let Marius eat you out was frankly, mindblowing.

You were in his office, keeping him company before a massive corporate event he was attending, and as your ‘company’ got heated, you finally decided to let him go down on you.

He swears he’s a changed man since that day.

The way you squirm beneath him as he drank up every single drop of you was just so addicting. If it weren’t for that silly event, he could’ve stayed between your legs for eternity.

Alas, heaven doesn’t last forever, and he did reluctantly leave. Although, not without valuable information.

Since that day, you could say Marius is what one would call ‘pussydrunk’. Constantly trailing down your stomach during makeouts or claiming you’re simply a better 'meal’ than whatever his dietrician put him on.

“Just one taste, babe. Promise I’ll be quick.” Marius begs from his newfound spot between your legs. You’re still clothed, but not for long as Marius starts to tug on the waistband of your clothing.

You chuckle slightly, finding it endearing how desperate he is to pleasure you. “Go on…” you assure, giving him all the permission he needs to yank your clothing, followed by your panties, down, disregarding them to the floor.

He stares, mouth slightly agape, at the sight before him: Your beautiful folds, already soaked and spread out bare just for him. The sight alone makes his cock throb in his boxers, aching for just a small taste at what lies in front of him.

"Divine,” he murmurs under his breath, just about audible enough for you to understand. His palms hold a firm grip on your thighs, keeping you spread open for him as his face hovers closer to his long-awaited meal.

He tries his best to savour you. Starting slow, licking one long line from the bottom up, getting his first taste. Stopping right before your clit as he relishes in the way you moan in satisfaction.

He lied. He definitely won’t be quick.

You’re his drug. Every noise he pulls from your pretty lips, every squirm and shake, you tempt him every time. And every time he always gives in.

He continues his assault on your folds, lapping the juices up and making a mess on his face and overpriced garments. Although he doesn’t care. The sight before him can’t compare to any material amount. As long as he can taste your sweet nectar.

“Fuck—princess, m’sorry,” he muffles between your legs, the vibrations going straight to your core as you let out a needy whine. “Don’t think I can stop, not when this pretty pussy tastes so perfect f’me.”

You don’t want him to stop. The way he eats you out, like a starved man finally being fed, is pure ecstasy. Every lick, suck, and nibble makes you feel pure bliss. And it’s not long ‘til you feel that all too familiar tension build inside of you. It never takes all that long when Marius is between your legs. Whether it’s his cock hitting your insides, making you see stars, or his tongue eating you out like you’re his favourite meal, he never fails to deliver.

You clench your legs around him, silently signalling your desperation. He knows you’re close now. His pace speeds up immensely, and his right hand makes its way to your clit, rubbing the string of sensitive nerves.

Between thrusting his tongue in your hole, he murmurs, “C'mon princess, make a mess for me.” he’s panting as you’re moaning praises around his face. One of your hands finds its way to his hair, taking a fistful of his purple locks and pulling him closer to you, desperate for release.

The sensation lets a groan slip past his lips, right on your heat, sending you over the edge. You cry out as your orgasm hits you, moaning out Marius’ name while your thighs squeeze against his skull. He doesn’t stop; how could he when this is his favourite part?

He continues prodding your hole and teasing your bud whilst you ride out your orgasm on him. “Just like that, princess,” he praises. “You taste like heaven.”

You’re left a panting mess as Marius finally pulls away, giving him a chance to take a look at your state. Your cheeks are red and your eyes are glossy, but to him, he swears you look like utter perfection. Like a masterpiece he created with his own two hands.

The work of art in front of him does nothing to stop the ache in his crotch. Aching in the constraint of his pants. Although not for long, he climbs on top of you, pinning you beneath him as he slowly removes his own clothes.

“Time for my main course.”

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₊˚⊹☁ 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 : 𝟏𝐤𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 ☁₊˚⊹

to celebrate having 1000+ of you here, and my birthday which is also around the end of december (1k + cakes = 1kakes haha get it). thank you so much !! this is my little attempt at repaying you guys.

much love, rye.

𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 (coming soon . . . )

╰┈➤ [ 🍰 SLICE ONE ; speak up ! ] ༊*·˚

send me a character + sfw/nsfw (choose either!) + one dialogue from the list here OR one of your own! i will write you a drabble/short fic based on your dialogue, and 1k is the word limit.

╰┈➤ [ 🍰 SLICE TWO ; scarf down ! ] ༊*·˚

send a character + theme / colour OR one of your selfships + some trivia (don't have to be lots. just one or two are good enough!) i’ll make a moodboard based on the vibes of your request.

e.g. “bf!isagi” , "y/n x f/o + golden retriever bf x cat gf" or in any form that could help me with what you want.

╰┈➤ [ 🍰 SPECIAL SLICE ! ] ༊*·˚

in honor of joining the secret santa event hosted for the members of @/pixelcafe-network! — will be posted on the 21st.

[ rules ]

you can order for slice one, slice two, or both !

exception for slice two: any character is acceptable!

some may contain nsfw so please mdni with those.

might not do all the requests if there are many.

no angst because this is a happy occasion (hurt/comfort is okay).

fandoms i’m accepting: kn8, bllk, wbk, tougen anki, haikyuu, genshin impact, jjk, mha (see here for specific characters i write for & more general rules!)

[ notes ]

this was supposed to be held in november but life got in the way of things (and i still have some old requests marinating in my inbox lol i'll try to work on those in between i prommy TT) so i had to postpone it.

i'm hosting this event while still in the middle of my midterm season btw so it'll be a gradual process. plus finals are less than 2 months away so highly likely it will be a long term project. no rushing me please !! if you are fine with that, feel free to request away.

tag! @17020

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