#High&Low Drabble

[feinv]

arthur morgan helping out hyperfem reader with period cramps??? hes just so :((( i love him -🎀

currently on the verge of killing myself bc of period cramps <3

arthur morgan x f!reader. mentiones of sex and fingering if you squint.

𝜗𝜚 he is so telling dutch that there is no way he is not going to stay by your side. dutch’s word is important to him but he is ready to throw hands cuz he is not about to put a stupid mission above you.

𝜗𝜚 same thing with ms. grimshaw. would actually promise her to do the chores himself just so she can leave you to rest 😭

𝜗𝜚 always always always has a stash of sweets and snacks in his tent cuz he knows they help at least in some way. and he makes sure to restock them cuz he would hate to have to go to the town and leave u waiting :(

𝜗𝜚 he is a walking human furnace and would use that opportunity to put his warm large palms on your lower belly. :3

𝜗𝜚 he is sooo patient with you. he knows some days you would love to just take a nap while he holds you close. some days you would want to cry on his shoulder cuz you get so emotional. he would stroke your hair and draw soothing circles on your back, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. some days even, he would fuck you stupid or make you cum on his fingers if you asked him, eager to take your mind off the pain in any way because you are just so precious to him he would do anything just to see you happy <3

[hyugaruma]

H&L: Petname HCs (Part II)

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re: what they call you…

some petnames geared towards “feminine”

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Fujio: You kidding? This dude lives to give you any sort of nickname he can. “Cutie” is his cheeky go-to that he likes to call you. Sometimes he’ll use “Chief” if he wants to be a goof. Also, any version of your actual name that he can come up with.

Tsukasa: Your name… Don’t expect much else. He thinks petnames are a bit weird.

Jamuo: “My Heart and My Soul” or “My Steamed Dumpling”… There’s no rhyme or reason; you can never tell which it’ll be.

Yasushi: “Little Duck.” It started out as something he said to be annoying, but somehow it ended up sticking. Now even his goons call you “The Duckling.” Great.

Kiyoshi: “Honey,” “Cupcake,” “Plum”… Notice a trend here? You’re subject to being anything that is ‘sweet.’

Nakagoshi: “Babe,” he’s basic. Might be “Baby” if he’s feeling a bit soft or sentimental.

Nakaoka: Also “Babe,” also basic. Sometimes he thinks he’s real funny and will call you “Stink.”

Shibaman: The whole petname thing makes him feel a bit shy and awkward… He’s started absentmindedly calling you “My One” on the occasion, though. If you want him to keep doing it, don’t point it out.

Tsuji: “Darling.” Though, this tends to be something he says more within the privacy of just the two of you. He doesn’t really say it around other people. Maybe sometimes around Shiba and Todoroki, maybe.

Motoaki: “Cutiepie.” He just can’t help it, because he thinks you’re just so stinkin’ cute. Will call you this around anyone, anytime, he doesn’t care. (I think you give him mild cuteness aggression.)

Sachio: “My Love,” always said very softly and with the gentlest of smiles. It took him awhile to get to the point of calling you this, but now he uses it just as often as your own name.

Yuken: “Princess,” which he started out by calling you this ironically, but turns out he actually has trouble saying ‘no’ to you, so the name is fitting.

Eimei: “Apple,” aka “Apple of My Eye.” You’ve kind of all-consumed him, honestly.

Arata: Nope. Too embarrassing; he’s too shy. Just the thought is enough to make him keel over.

Amagai: Almost always your unaltered name. Randomly, though, it’ll be “Bug”… and it’s impossible to tell if he’s saying it affectionately or not.

Ryo: Though he’s a bit shy about it, he does call you “Angel” in private. He accidentally called you that in front of Amagai once and got laughed at, so now it stays between the two of you.

Mario: “Treasure.” And he doesn’t mind calling you this in front of anyone either (because he knows they’re too scared to make fun of him for it). Also, he’s just really proud to show off the fact that you’re his.

Sameoka: 99% of the time he’ll only refer to you by your name. But, during the occasion that he’s in a really, really affectionate mood, he might call you “Love.”

Fujin: “Doll” will basically become a replacement for your name. Does he even remember that you have a name? Who knows, you’re “Doll” at this point.

Binzo: “Kitty”… not “Kitten,” but “Kitty.” He’s a little confused, but he’s got the spirit. Also, if you call him any petnames, he’ll call you the same ones in return, whatever it may be.

[ancha-aus]

RealAgeAU Drabble - Alone

I am back! ( @spotaus almost forgot you this time woops)

I am gonna be real. I spend quite a while thinking about what I wanted to write next in this little series. And I realised I hadn't had a Nightmare POV drabble in a while!

So we are back to Nightmare :3

First Drabble. Prev Drabble. Next Drabble.

This is a look into what Nightmare had been up to and how he personally took to the changes he went through.

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He hates this.

He hates this he hates this he hates this-

Nightmare shakes his skull. It feels... weird. All of this is weird. He doesn't... He normally isn't this emotional right? It is starting to become hard to remember how it was before.

He hates how he feels.

He is Nightmare!

Terror of the muliverse! The unwanted twin...

He strikes fear in the souls of monsters! Everyone hates him and wants him gone...

Leader of the Gang! Younger brother of Dream...

Bringer of negativity! Untrusted, unwanted and unloved...

He is Nightmare! He is never enough...

And Nightmare doesn't feel like this! This... this... afraid useless powerless ... this way.

Another cold wind and his whole body shivers in the cold. Nightmare is quick to tug himself behind some boxes and pulls the hoody closer around him.

He hates being out in the open. Being in the open risks him being seen and when people see him they will try and hurt him again they will realise he is no longer his powerful self and...

His mind freezes at the implications of what will happen when people realise how powerless he is now. They will realise that Nightmare is weak and they will take revenge.

Revenge on all that he did. Revenge on defending himself.

It would be deserved. It would be deserved.

Nightmare shakes his skull again. Those thoughts... They keep coming back. Things that he hadn't thought about in ages. Thinking in ways he hadn't thought about in ages. Nightmare had thought... he thought that was in the past. Just like being weak and powerless was in the past.

Aparently not. As his form had shrunk to be so small. Nightmare thinks he is just under three feet. Back to the length he had been all those years ago. the same body he had had all those years ago. Even the hold wounds and pains had returned.

Ironic that the wound that would have killed him became healed and hidden but everythign else was still there. as if it had been frozen while he had been older.

Nightmare tugs the hoody tighter around him. It is too big but that is alright. It is warm and soft and makes him feel a bit better he feels safe in it. Even if he knows it doesn't make sense. It jsut brings him comfort.

Hell if Dust finds out he stole from him...

The villagers never reacted well to Nightmare having anything. Even things that Dream had gifted him had been taken and destroyed. He doesn't deserve to have things he likes after all. And Nightmare has quite a few things he really likes at the moment.

The hoody, his book, the old backpack and his feel tools to survive on his own.

Nothing truly compared to what he had managed to make before, when the apples gave him power. But yet... this means more...

It is starting to get hard to remember how to think and plan. The longer he is in this form... his old form... the before apple form. The harder it becomes for him to rationalise and think how his older self used to think.

Which... isn't promising.

Still. He came with a mission. And that is food.

Nightmare glances around the corner and down the street. This is some Lustverse universe. Nightmare can't quite feel and sense the differences anymore but he knows the basics.

If he had known that so many of his powers and skills would disappear he would have grabbed his book with the muliverse verses summaries.

Nightmare had figured he hadn't needed it as he knows the multiverse and can sense things. Oh how he had been the fool on that.

At least the balance wasn't demanding his attention and foucs every five seconds now. that makes it a bit easier to plan with his now much more limited attention span and problem solving skills.

Back to the matter at hand. Lustverse. He specifically went here because most of the Lustverses have a deep wish for children and so a deep care. Even if they are... X-rated.

Nightmare takes a deep breath and looks into the distance and his destination. Grillby's.

Yes. He knows what Grillby's is in these universes, and yes he knows he runs into the risk of running into this universes Sans or Papyrus which will just spell trouble.

However he much prefers to go to these locations as it is less populated and generally friendlier.

He pulls the hood up and goes towards the building. No bouncers near the enterance but then again it isn't like they have children or underaged people in these areas.

Nightmare goes inside and makes sure to keep staring down as much as he can. He only glances around once to locate the bar where he can get food and goes straight there.

Oh how he dislikes being here. Too many people. Maybe he shouldn't have gone to this universe. He will stand out too much. But people won't attack him either as he is a child... he will be safe here...

He gets to the bar and with some light difficulty manages to climb up the chair enough. No one really notices as everyone focusses on the main stage and leer and shout some very pointed comments.

Nightmare doens't feel comfortable hearing those things either and realises he never felt comfortable about these things. Even when he was still an adult and others joked with him about these type of things. Had... had he always still been... like this at his core?

Problem to think about for later. Now he has to order.

The Grillby of this universe looks at him and waits.

Nightmare doesn't feel so certain about this anymore but still he asks "What... what is on the menu?"

Grillby pauses and shoots him a weird look but Nightmare just hides further into the hoody. Thanking his lucky stars that Dust's left over magic makes it so that the hood hides his face.

Grillby ends up pushing a menu over. Nightmare glances down and feels his skull explode with warmth. That is the WRONG menu!

Nightmare looks away from it and stares at the bar as he pushes it back "I meant... food... menu..." He didn't remember that wrong right?! These places also sell food right? Even if it is more snack food?!

Grillby doesn't say anything but Nightmare doesn't dare to look up. He feels tense and keeps glancing back at where the door is. Getting out is easy enough but he wouldn't know where to go after and-

The menu is pulled away and a new one is pushed into his hand. nightmare glances and lets out a sigh of relieve as he sees actual food! only to feel his hope sink as those prices are way too high!

Nightmare freezes as he stares down at the prices. Okay. okay this is fine. just. find the cheapest thing!

He focusses on the menu and searches for the most promising item to buy. He knows he is pulling a face at most of the prices. 150G?! 160G?! What even is this capitalism?!

Eventually he gets to the snack section and isn't too happy wiht it. Snacks aren't good for mortals and kids.. so not good for him. but he needs to eat. the finger food looks okayish... 60G is still a lot but Nightmare will just have to accept it.

His magic is too low to make another jumb and stealing anything is a sure way to get him to be noticed. He searches for his pocket and takes out his bag of gold. He opens it and starts counting the gold coins.

Nightmare mutters the numbers softly to himself. He had been starting to notice that it was getting harder and harder to do certain things. one of them is counting higher numbers. counting out loud helps a tiny bit.

he finishes counting at 54 and freezes. No. no no no no no!

Nightmare pulls the bag closer and starts to recount the gold. come on. please.

54 again.

Nightmare feels his socket start to itch but forces himself to keep it in. don't cry. you are not a crybaby. there is no use to cry over soemthing this stupid. if you cry people will see your weakness and use that.

Nightmare pushes the menu back and mutters "Sorry for wasting your time." He gets ready to hop off the barstool-

"Wait."

Nightmre freezes when he sees a hand reach for him and he flinches away. only to fall backwards off the stool with a yelp.

He falls right on his tailbone and groans as it hurts a lot and holds it as he blinks through a new type of tears.

A gasp from above him and Nightmare looks up. Just to see Grillby stare in shock at him. Nightmare is confused before he realises that the hood is no longer on.

Panic.

run.

Nightmare immediantly grabs his hood and pulls it fully on again. He grabs his bag with gold and turns before sprinting towards the exit.

"Wait! It is okay!"

Nightmare doesn't turn around and reaches the exit and rushes outside. The cold hits him like wall and his magic and body both protest at it. it is too cold and he has too little energy and magic.

Some people shoot him looks and Nightmare feels the panic return. He takes a step back before rushing towards the side and disappearing between two buildings.

He runs for a while as he rushes between buildings. until he slips on some ice and falls hard.

aw...

He pushes himself back up with shaking arms and glares at the ground. He is a mess. He lost everything. he tried so hard but what did it matter? in the end nothing mattered. He just lost everything again.

A sob finally escapes him and he just rolls up. He hates everything. he hates himself.

Nightmare isn't sure how long he just lays there feeling miserable.

after all this time nothing changed. He didn't change. after 500 years of spreading negativity and learning. he is still just him. no wonder they left. He wouldn't want to be stuck with him either.

Footsteps.

Nightmare freezes and hugs hismelf tighter. no. no others.

"... kid?"

Ngihtmare feels his breathing pick up and he forces his body too move even if everythign hurts, seems like his double fall agitated his old wounds. he glances around and wiggles himself behind some garbage cans and goes quiet and still. They can't hurt him if they can't find him.

more footsteps and a soft blue glow fills the alleyway. it doesn't take long before Nightmare can see him. It seems that grillby had followed him. Grillby seems to be following the tiny marks left in the snow and stops by the spot where Nightmare had fallen.

A frown on the fire elemental as he touches the ice and- oh. there is blood there. Nightmare slowly raises his hand and touches his skull before feeling pain rush through him. he removes his hand and finds blood on it.

great, he got himself hurt.

Grillby looks to the side and Nightmare follows his sight and freezes at the very clear marks on where he went.

Grillby raises his head and stares right at him. Nightmare remains frozen right where he is as he feels himself shake and his bone start to rattle.

Grillby moves a hand and Nightmare flinches. Grillby immediantly freezes and moves his hand away "It is okay... i won't hurt you."

Nightmare just stares at him. Still shaking and now not just the panic and fear but also the cold. The hoody is warm but not enough to keep him warm. Probably because he grow up in a universe where it was forever spring and early summer.

Nightmare literally wasn't made for the cold.

Grillby inches closer and Nightmare pushes himself further back. The wall is freezing against his back and side but it is better than being near the other monster.

Grillby frowns "Where... where did you come from?"

Ngihtmare stares back. He doesn't have an answer for the other. Not one he wants to give.

Grillby frowns but pulls his bag over "You... you wanted food right?" he pushes the bag closer to him.

Nightmare feels hismelf eye the bag. He needs the food. He wants it so badly. The last time someone gave him food it had been a villager and the food had been drugged all so they could grab him and-

NIghtmare shakes his skull and pushes back further. Stay away.

Grillby frowns at him before trying to give a smile. "It is some of the food you had been looking at." he nudges the bag again.

Nightmare frowns and pushes further back as he glares. people don't just smile at him unless they want something from him. or want to trick him. He isn't falling for it. he swallows before speaking "I don't... have that much gold..." there. he can't pay for it.

Grillby just pushes the bag closer "It is okay. free of charge."

Nightmare glares at the other "No."

Grillby frowns "It is okay-"

Nightmare feels himself get angry and that breaks through the fear "I know you did something to it! leave me alone!"

Girllby looks pained and... pity.

Nightmare hates pity. Dream had stared at him wiht pity after he broke out. as if Dream pitied him for defending himself.

Grillby pulls the bag back over to himself and takes out some of the food. oh that is a sandwich and Nightmare feels his magic knit together and the hunger returns fullforce.

Grillby takes a moment to pull a piece of it and oh that is pulled beef in there and it looks so good. Grillby pops it into his mouth and swallows it.

and... nothing happened.

Nightmare keeps staring at the other as he waits. Nightmare knows from experience those things work very fast but nothing happens to the other.

Grillby lays it back on the paper and pushes it over "It is okay... it is just food."

Ngihtmare gulps as he stares at the food. He hadn't eaten for days at this point and ever since he left his castle three weeks ago he hadn't been eating anywhere near to enough. He reaches for the bag as he thinks. He just needs a little bit of food. just enough magic and he can teleport himself to an another universe. maybe he can get enough energy before whatever drug starts to work?

He gets the bag over to him and feels his resolve weaken quickly. mulitple sandwiches are in there. Nightmare grabs the one that Grillby had taste tested and takes a bite.

It tastes so good and his magic purrs as it finally gets some energy back after these last three weeks. the food demands his attention and nothing else matters right now. He takes bite after bite as his stomach fills up.

by the time half of it is gone he feels overfull and Nightmare knows he ate way too much. He feels so much better even if he is still cold and wet from the snow.

Grillby frowns at him "Is that all you will eat? You sure you don't want to eat more?"

Panic and suspicion returns nad Nightmare frowns at Grillby again. He waits a moment before nodding and pushing the bag of food back. including the half finished sandwich.

Grillby frowns and shakes his head "It is okay. Keep it for when you get hungry again... were are your... parent? parents?"

Nightmare glares "does it matter?"

Grillby smiles again and Nightmare doesn't feel any less suspicious of the other. Girllby nods "Well, yeah. I wanted to return you to them." and he waits.

Nightmare stares at him and feels spiteful "She died. She was murdered a long time ago. I don't have any family." not anymore. Not after his mother died. Not after he ruined everything and pushed Dream away from him. Not after the gang left and made it clear they didn't actually care.

Grillby just stares at him "You are alone?"

Ngihtmare shrugs "better like that..." no one can hurt him when he is alone. Maybe this was how it was meant to be. Maybe he was meant to be alone. Maybe that is for the better. No one wanted to be near him anyway. He should have seen that for the sign it was.

Grillby reaches a hand out "I am sure we can find some people to take care of you... I have a friend who is also a skeleton and-"

Nightmare shakes his skull and pusehs back "No."

Grillby raises both of his hands in surrender "That is okay... Then how about we go to my place again? There are rooms that you can use and-"

Nightmare glares at him "I am not going with you to a secondary location."

Grillby blinks before noddng "okay. that is okay. where do you want to go?"

Nightmare keeps glaring "I can get there myself."

Grillby looks deeply unhappy. Hah! Good! Nightmare has no doubt that the other was trying to lure him somewhere. But Nightmare isn't an idiot. He isn't just going to trust the other just because he was giving a bit of food.

Grillby sighs and nods "Okay... I need to go back. but if you need help just come by okay?" he smiles "I never caught your name. I am grillby."

Nightmare just looks at the other and raises a brow "That is because i didn't throw it." it just came out without a doubt. He had heard too many puns from the others when they all sitll lived together. He misses them.

Grillby blinks but chuckles "okay. take it easy okay? Get somewhere dry and warm and please just take the food and eat when you need it." he rises to his feet and leaves the alleyway. He pauses near the end for a moment "If you change your mind. You are welcome at Grillby's. We will figure out a safe spot for you okay?" and he leaves after a moment.

Nightmare waits for a bit more. long enough that he only hears the wind after a while and he is shaking in cold again. That is when he removes himself from his, very bad, hiding place and quickly goes towards the spot he had left most of his things. Taking the food with him.

He gets there and feels himelf relax a little bit.

But there is no time to let his guard down just yet. He needs to decide if he wants to risk sleeping here and being found now that people know he is here. Or move on to a new universe.

The new universe would mean a lot of time spend on finding a fitting place to stay again.

Ngihtmare sighs but quickly packs his things. better to be safe. he needs to go now he has the energy nad before this whole situation backfires on him. He is quickly packed and after making sure he got all his things and left zero marks of his stay he opens a portal.

It is so much harder than it used to be. He can also no longer make the long jumps to whatever universe he wants and can only go to the neighbouring universes.

a small and shaky portal of dark mist opens and Nightmare steps through.

Time for the next spot. maybe this one will work better.

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[yukittywrites]

Take My Lips (You Leave Me Tongue Tied)

warnings: dom reader, sub yuta, top reader, bottom yuta, hes pathetic, reader is kinda a dick, mild degradation, getting walked in on, gender neutral reader.

word count: 3.3k read the full story here (30k words)

a/n: gender isnt mentioned, nor genitals, but you fuck him. it's up to reader to decide whether its with a strap or a real dick! also, this is technically in the high&low universe too (reader is basically Amagai if you've seen the movie)

Yuta is exhausted, after training all the students in the school, part of the job you delegated to him, by specifically allowing them to land punches and kicks on his body (the way you specifically requested him to train) he is tired and honestly, in a lot of pain.

Even breathing hurts, and he can't help but wonder if one of the students kicked a rib.

Even being top fighter doesn't make him invincible, though for some reason, you seem to think that it does.

Or maybe you don't, maybe you just do it for fun, just to see him hurt.

He doesn't really care about the reason though. He'll do it anyway.

After his training session, he slips into your shared bedroom upstairs, the secret top floor of Senomon High, and sighs in relief when he sees that you're not around.

You're busy, thank God. The last thing he wants to do is spend time trying to explain to you how the training went and not say the wrong thing to get hurt further.

He runs a scalding bath and sinks pleasantly into it; hoping that the water will take the edge off the pain. He knows that you will be angry at him for not being useful.

It doesn't matter that he took over a hundred hits to his body, or that he did exactly what you asked, or that the Senomon boys are improving their skills.

Yuta has already learned that it's difficult to please you. Even if he completes what was asked…it's still difficult, and you complain about him more and more as of recently.

Even when he is the most loyal of all the people you hired, even when he always completes whatever is asked of him to the best of his ability and he tries not to talk back to you even when he disagrees so deeply with whatever you do. Even when Yuta is the reason you even got an opportunity to become the top school in the district or even had a chance of overpowering Oya High for that spot.

Yuta submerges his head beneath the water and hopes that all his thoughts will wash away just like the dirt on his body.

He stays in the bath until his fingers get pruney and the water gets colder, and he finally gets out.

He wraps a towel around his waist and opens the door. He is startled when he sees you sitting on the couch.

After his calming bath, he forgot that you were actually at school. He managed to make his mind blank of everything within the bath, and now you are sitting in front of him.

"Y-y/n—" he stutters, gripping the towel around his waist.

You blatantly stare at his chest as he speaks. "So that's where you've been. I was looking for you, but the guys said you left immediately after you finished. I thought maybe you stepped out. What, you've been in the bathroom for this long?"

"Yeah, I was feeling hurt after the session. The bath helped." His voice gets progressively quieter as he finishes the sentence, because he knows that you aren't pleased.

You don't need to voice it anymore; Yuta can tell now when you're disappointed.

"You couldn't do anything productive with your time?"

"I'm sorry, Y/n, I didn't mean to be lazy."

You sigh. "Fine, Nakamoto. How was the training session?"

"It was good, they learned everything well. They got a lot of good hits in." Yuta replies.

He pulls on underwear and a shirt. "Do you have anymore use for me today?"

"Right now, you can go get us dinner. I'll have plenty of use for you later." You say, your voice turning sultry at the end.

Yuta turns away before he can flush, the implication of what the use for him will be later turning him red.

You usually only want to use him for oral pleasure, but he always loves it when you gets like this.

When you're willing to touch him, even if it's only with the goal of your own pleasure.

A sick part of him deep inside clings to your sexual touches, morphing them into something more. When he wakes up in the middle of the night from a dream of you and him together—truly together, romantically—it is the moments of you fucking him, no matter how quickly and dismissively, that fuel them. He feels your hands on his body and his mind imagines you pressing deep kisses to his lips and fucking him tenderly, even though it’s nothing more than a wishful fantasy. 

You give him 5,000 yen and tell him to pick up something for himself. You don't remind him to order anything for you, but he knows your usual already.

And, well, if he gets the order wrong, he'll find out quickly.

His body aches more and more the more he walks, but he gets your food regardless, and gives you back the change.

Yuta knows that nothing of significance is happening, so he tries to force himself to relax. There's an internal voice within his head telling him that he was too unproductive today, because he knows that it's what you would tell him any other day. He worked out, did a training session, took a bath and now he is eating food that you paid for.

You come back to the room at eight. 

"Strip." You say, and Yuta stands up immediately to pull off his clothes. 

His first time truly having sex—was with you, of course. Every first that he’s had so far has been at your hands. you've had a chance to see how he works and how he ticks, knowing what arouses him better than even what he can comprehend.

You weren't a virgin when Yuta got you off for the first time, as you'd bragged about time and time again, reminding him that you lost your virginity in the bathroom of some fancy work gathering your father dragged you to. You were quick to tell him about all the times you'd made out with people and when you had your first kiss, laughing when Yuta would only nod because he had nothing to say in response.

Not when he’d never so much as kissed someone. He still hasn’t; you won’t kiss him, certainly not make out with him. So, Yuta has given head more times than he can count on his hands, been fucked by you just as much, but he’s never had the chance to so much as kiss another person. 

The version of you he sees at night is meaner than how you act during the day, and it makes Yuta shiver. In fear, or in anticipation, he's not truly sure—it might be both—but when you demand things from him in this sense, he can accept it more than the demands during the day.

You smirk as you push him onto your bed.

"God, your fucking body line is insane." you curse, reaching under the bed to get lube.

There is no patience for Yuta, there is usually no time for any kind of foreplay, and Yuta doesn't need any, because he is already hard the moment you asks him to do more than just give head, and if he isn't asked, it is just him pleasing you without it being reciprocated, and there's no need for him to be hard at all.

Of course, he is. But it's only because it's you.

You flip him over onto his stomach with force and he moans.

He hears the uncapping of a lube bottle and seconds later feels your first finger at his entrance, pushing into him without much resistance. 

It doesn't take long before you're working him open enough to take your middle finger along with your pointer, and Yuta moans again at the intrusion. 

Yuta's is not even the biggest fan of sex like this, but, anything you could do to him would arouse him, and despite you hating taking the time to do actual foreplay, you can find his prostate with ease, and that's enough to keep him satisfied.

Yuta buries his face in his arms with a quiet whine as you push two fingers onto it.

You laugh. "Found it, didn't I?" you ask, rhetorically, rubbing on the gland at making his body tense.

"Y-Yeah" He gasps anyway, his voice wobbly.

"God, you're so easy, just two fingers and you're already like this for me." You say and you remove them from Yuta's hole to apply more lube.

Yuta's legs twitch when you pushs in three fingers and curl them all the way to his prostate immediately. His voice pitches higher as a moan spills from his lips freely. 

You lean close to him, biting on his ear and murmuring, “You’re acting like such a slut today, moaning so much and I haven’t even stuck my dick in you yet.”

Your fingers don’t slow down against his prostate, in fact they speed up. Usually you get to the main event as quick as possible, while asking him to remain as silent as he physically can, but it seems you're feeling a little different today.

"Haah, f-fuck! Y/n!" he stutters, his eyes slipping closed as he buries his head in the pillows beneath it.

"Yeah? Feels good, huh?"

Your fingers massaging his prostate leave him gasping for air. He wonders if this even counts as foreplay, when you're just rushing him to an orgasm as quickly as he possibly can with your fingers, but whatever you're doing, it's working.

"Oh my God—" Yuta moans, meaning to say words after that, but the rest of his sentence just spilling out like gibberish as his body refuses to cooperate with him.

"Already? You're already fucking cock drunk and it's barely been five minutes." You tell him, slapping his ass with your free hand.

"Hnng~"

You laugh condescendingly. "Maybe I should do this more often. If I knew you could cum on my fingers in five minutes like a desperate bitch then I would've been trying to do it all along.”

Yuta bites his lip to prevent himself from responding, even though your words send lightning shooting down his spine. He focuses on the way your fingers move in tandem to make him feel so insane.

Your fingers aren’t particularly long, Yuta's own are much longer, but they’re thick and you knows how to use them well.

It’s as if you're intertwined, and maybe you are, after all, you know exactly how he ticks. You know how to get under his skin, whether that be mentally or physically, pushing all the right buttons to leave him a scrambled mess. You know the right words to say to cut Yuta to the core and leave him hurting, and you know what to say to leave him gasping and moaning. You know the spots that make him bruise easily just as well as you knows the spots that have him falling undone.

You knew how to find his prostate instantly, even the first time that you'd fucked him open with your fingers, despite telling never actually having done it before.

You are always harsh with your efforts and one to take, take, take, until Yuta is gasping for breath and clamping down on his mouth to keep quiet.

“You’re a pretty toy, Yuta. Always so pleased with whatever I do to you-” You tell him, “or, whatever I don’t.”

Yuta moans, gasping at the praise. His eyelids flutter and he can’t help the way that he reacts to your words. Praise from you always leaves him flustered, and during sex that desire to be praised is even more intense. When he gets it, it’s like a rush of pleasure bursting beneath him. 

“Fuck, 'm so close” 

“I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking. I didn’t even have to touch your dick” you say sardonically,

“Fine, cum for me then.”

You asked him to, and so, he does. His body locks up and his legs spasm as ropes of white cum shoot in between his stomach and the bed. His eyes rolled back into his skull as pleasure overcomes his senses, his vision going white as he moans, “Ah— Y/n!” 

His voice is pitched higher than either he or you have heard it before, raised as he gets lost in the throes of his pleasure. 

His orgasm crashes over him hard but fast, just as your fingers moved inside of him.

When his body completely melts into the bed, he registers the fact that you're is still sitting in between his spread legs.

“Hhh, sorry, Y/n.”

“Don’t worry, you squealing like a pornstar on my fingers was enough to keep me entertained for a little bit.”

You pull his hips up into the air and tug his head up by his hair as a whine falls from his lips.

"You're usually so quiet, because I tell you to be, but I think I enjoy you moaning like a slut for me just as much. You can barely keep your mouth shut, and it's hot that I turned you into such a mess so quickly."

"But now it's time for me to enjoy myself." You say, lowering your voice.

You push into him in one go, and though Yuta is already thoroughly stretched from the three fingers you gave him, your cock stretches him more. 

His eyes fly open and he slaps a hand over his mouth to avoid nearly yelling at the painfully pleasant feeling of your cock splitting him open, whatever amalgamation of words that were forcefully spilling from his lips thankfully muffled by his fingers.

“Ah, fuck. You’re tight even after three fingers.” you moan, and begin to fuck Yuta with no wait.

“Oh my God!” Yuta gasps again, breathless, because it feels like that’s the only word that will come out of his mouth at this point.

Your hands on his waist and hair are the only thing keeping him up in the air, as his legs feel weak and his thighs keep shaking.

“Fuck, uhng—” Yuta groans, his eyes falling closed as he slips away into euphoria.

“Y/n, Y/n, please!”

“Please what, bitch?” you grit out, hips already pistoning into him with abandon.

“Fuck me, oh fu- ah!” He gasps, his voice quickly pitching up with pleasure as you keep going.

He’s already past his first orgasm, and the second one is going to come much much faster, whereas you haven't even hit your first yet, still coherent and entirely in control as you'll likely remain, even as Yuta continues to fall apart in front of you.

His mouth spills high pitched “ah, ah, ah’s” in time with your quick thrusts, rhythmic and staccato as he can’t keep them back.  He feels so aroused that he feels dizzy; all the moans and words spilling from his mouth come out involuntarily and he can’t control the way his voice sounds or what he says anymore.

“It’s so good, Y/n!”

“You’re so fucking loud, Nakamoto.” you moan. “You want everyone left in the school to know you’re my bitch?”

“Fuck, fu—” Yuta chokes, his eyes blown back with lust, his iris’ barely visible.

“You can’t even keep your mouth shut for a second, what would people say if they knew you were such a cockslut, Nakamoto?” 

“Love it—oh fuck—when y-you fuck me—shit, Y/n,” Yuta whines, eyes halfway rolled back into his skull when the door opens.

Within seconds, before he can even process the door opening, the hand you had in his hair to pin him to the pillows throws him off the bed and onto the ground.

He hits the floor on his hurt left side with such force that it sends him rolling over twice. Disoriented, aroused and confused, he doesn’t even hear the students words, or your yelling at them to leave, though he knows that you are. Instead, he curls in on himself, hiding his dick from the view of the student that entered the room.

He doesn’t even know who that is, but they know him, He doesn’t need to look at the student to know that they probably are disgusted, looking at him, naked on the floor.

Because, you threw him off the bed to save your own ass. It would’ve been so easy to throw the sheets over you both, instead, but that would leave you in the bed together, and to you, being caught in bed with him probably isn't any better than being caught fucking him.

He is just disposable to you.

The student leaves and the door closes and he finally unfurls himself and rolls onto his back on the floor. 

Once again, you are glaring at him. 

He parts his mouth to say something, anything; to apologise to you for what happened— 

But, you beat him to it. “You couldn’t keep your fucking mouth shut, now you got us both caught and I didn’t even get to cum.”  you sneers.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t mean to, I couldn’t— we can continue if you'd like, I-I can get you off or we can go back to having sex if you'd prefer." Yuta tells you, his voice far past desperate and into the pleading territory as he tries to do anything to make it up to you.

He was loud, unable to hold back his noises as he purposefully would every other time you had sex, and it resulted in the two of you getting caught by another student. He's always quiet, intentional with his noises, gasping and panting and never allowing more than a hitched, muted moan to spill from his lips, because you always wanted him like that.

Today was the only, only, day he was loud and uninhibited with his moans and the one day he thought it was okay because he made himself useful to you today during that training session. 

But he'd ruined everything for both you, and there was no doubt within his mind that when he went downstairs to mingle with the rest of the students tomorrow, they'd look at him with disgust for enjoying being fucked like a bitch.

They'd finally have a reason for why he hangs around you, either they'll think you're dating or that Yuta is your willing cockslut, and with it being rumours, it's not like he'll be able to disprove them.

You could shut them up while he was in the room, quickly, but it wouldn't stop them from talking once he was gone, and they would, undoubtedly.

You scoff at him. "Fucking shut it, Nakamoto," you say, and Yuta nods.

You don't want to hear him talk anymore, but that doesn't stop you from stalking across the room and shoving his head down on you.

The second you cum, you grip his hair and shove his head towards the ground, walking away to get in the shower, leaving him with a softening hard on, sweating, hurt and open. 

He curls back up on the floor, his tears dripping onto the hardwood. He doesn't want you to see him cry, not when this was his fault anyways, but it hurts. 

But he's grown used to that. He's accepted it, just as he's accepted his place as your loyal lapdog, eating your scraps with pleasure, because it's all he'll recieve.

You're just his old childhood friend, turned aloof boss. You're just the person who give him a place to stay. That's all you are, at least in practicality. But to him, you are his everything, his reason for life, his purpose. Without you, he would be nothing, he would have nothing.

But that doesn't change his heart. It doesn't change his feelings.

Loving you hurts, because he knows you won't ever love him back.

Again: check out the full story here

[the-chaotic]

「— A Stranger Savior 」

「Resume ― 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 a mysterious stranger appears and saves Tatsuya and Tsukumo from the accident? 」

「pairing ― Kohaku, Tatsuya and Tsukumo. 」

「カオス ― Writing from Kohaku's perspective is so difficult, I hope I did it well and didn't mischaracterize him. I also tried to keep a consistent chronology of events. 」

Kohaku is still trying to understand what happened.

He thinks that it was all just a hallucination induced by stress and anxiety, but seeing Tatsuya and Tsukumo being checked by paramedics and giving statements to the police, he knew that none of it could just be his imagination.

Everything about that week was sending him into a collapse; first Tsukumo talking about how Tatsuya was worried about him and Mugen and then the fight against the Amamiya brothers among the other many problems. Kohaku felt like she was going to explode at any moment.

When Tatsuya asked to meet with him the day after the fight, Kohaku didn't expect much, he knew that his friend would talk about the path Mugen was taking and he thought he was ready to hear everything that could be said.

But when Tatsuya, the person he valued most, confronted him with the truth, he knew he had enough.

Tatsuya was right, he was scared. Afraid of change, afraid of his friends slowly leaving, afraid of being alone after everything. And all of this led him to be trapped in a spiral of constant anxiety that was preventing him from see what's really happening around you, especially with Mugen.

His breaking point was when he arrived at the Mugen base to relax and by chance overheard a member who was there with another person using his name and that of his gang for dark things.

It was at that moment that Tatsuya's words reached Kohaku and led him to an epiphany.

The next moment, it was as if a part inside him said that he was ready to start accepting the changes that were happening around him, that even though it was difficult, in the end, he was not alone because he had friends who were there for him and that they wouldn't leave him behind. He hopes it's not too late.

Collecting her thoughts, Kohaku decided to go after Tatsuya to apologize about his behavior and the things he said before.

While looking for his friend, from afar on a deserted street he saw him with Tsukumo by his side, which was a perfect opportunity to apologize to him too.

“Tatsuya!” he ran to a stop in front of the two and took a minute to gather the words, “I…”

Kohaku couldn't finish before Tatsuya forcefully pushed him to the side and that was when he no longer knew if he had hit his head on the ground and passed out or if he was delirious because he had no idea how to explain what he saw.

He saw a car coming at high speed about to hit Tatsuya and Tsukumo when, without him knowing from where, a figure appears in the middle of the two, pushing them to the ground and, with inhuman strength, slams both fists on the hood of the car completely kneading.

The brute force of the pack causes the car to fly over the three, skidding frantically with a sharp sound at least 60 meters away, completely crushed and destroyed.

Tatsuya and Tsukumo looked as shocked as Kohaku at this moment. Looking back, the car was completely destroyed and smoking with a strong smell of gasoline, there was no way in the world that whoever was driving it could have survived.

Still in shock and a little desperate, Tatsuya called the police while Tsukumo looked for any injuries on the other. Kohaku got up to go to the other two when he quickly remembered the mysterious savior.

He looked around the space looking for the person when he saw them standing far away. Even with the distance, he tries to record what he can of his appearance, which isn't much. What made him even more incredulous was that even with the loose clothes, the figure didn't seem to have any muscles that could justify its strength.

In the end, none of the three came away with any serious injuries other than a few scratches on their hands. When the police asked for their statement, Tatsuya took the lead and said what had happened but not telling them about the person who saved them, he just said that at the last second the car lost control and overturned. The police officers accepted this excuse.

Neither Kohaku nor Tsukumo questioned him about why he didn't tell the truth, because they also didn't know if they should. Besides, who would believe it? Maybe it would be better this way.

They were walking away after being released when something caught Kohaku's attention. On the sidewalk, there was a blue and white bracelet with a broken clasp. He quickly picked it up without the police noticing and put it in his pants pocket. That accessory probably belonged to that mysterious person and was the only clue he had, so he decided to keep it. Something told him that it would be important to keep that belonging.

You punch the wall behind you in frustration creating a large hole.

You almost ruined everything.

You took a few deep breaths to regain control and stabilize yourself. You weren't sorry for saving those guys, but that action would have consequences and it didn't help at all that two of them were wearing the vest of the infamous Mugen gang.

I hope dad doesn't get upset.

You knew that as soon as you got home you would get a lecture from your father for being reckless, for exposing yourself like you did, but trying to think positive, your identity was safe thanks to the large hood of the sweatshirt you were wearing.

You take off the sweatshirt you were wearing and put it in the backpack that you had left hidden in an alley, although those guys had left by a different route than you, prevention was never too much.

Your phone vibrates and when you pick it up and turn it on, a simple and straightforward notification of a message from your father saying 'I'm waiting at home' glows ominously.

Well, Shit.

After putting away your cell phone, as a form of consolation, you touch the beloved bracelets on your wrist only to notice that one of them was missing.

Please, somebody kill me now!!

[airbendertendou]

19 with Tsukasa

drop it like hot, hot, hot (insert seventeen hot)

19 AND 91 were taken so i cheated a lil 😈

a yearning nd steamy number 82 + tsukasa

“‘CAUSE YOU’RE MY FAVORITE.”

the sun's rays filter through the closed blinds, coloring everything it touches a golden, pinkish sheen. he should look away - tsukasa knows how creepy he seems right now, staring your way mindlessly. but, he can't help himself. can't help the stupid, sappy smile that falls onto his lips.

you snort in your sleep, the sound vibrating against the desk you lay on. tsukasa grins at the noise - it wouldn't matter what you did, he'd find it endearing regardless. the blond tilts his head as you turn, facing him now.

your left cheek is smushed to your arms, cushioning your head from the aged and hard desk. the sun barely lights up the room, signaling it will be night time soon. he should wake you up - should help you preapre your things to go home.

tsukasa just gazes instead.

when your eyes flutter, he looks away abruptly. you let out a groan as you stretch, sleepily blinking as you take in how dark it's become. you frown his way, "why didn't you wake me? it's time to go home."

"didn't even notice." tsukasa looks away from the random book he grabbed, acting shocked at the lack of sunlight. he forces his lips down, feigning a frown, "guess it is pretty late."

you look at him for a bit before shrugging. "can't be helped, i guess. i'm gonna head home."

"guess i will, too," tsukasa sighs. he shuts the book softly, not caring where it landed when he drops it. as you gather your things, he tucks his hands into his pockets. "i'll walk you home, then. i'm headed that way, anyways."

you smile up at him and his breath catches. "that's kind of you, thanks."

tsukasa shrugs it off as his heart pounds in his chest. it's out of his way - your home - but he'd rather make sure you got ome safely than wonder all night. the extra steps wouldn't be bad for him, either. anything to make sure you were okay.

——♡—— the longing..... the yearning....... dreamy sigh

request your own here ♡ read more

[onlyrains]

[06:05pm]

—t/w: slightly suggestive, mention of blood

the sky had darkened, energy barely lingered in his body, and his head was filled with the view of your cozy room, a place to rest before returning home. todoroki, as always, walked to your house, unaffected by the drizzle wetting his clothes.

you took a small glance when you heard the front door crack open. not needing to look to know it was your best friend—todoroki. he entered your house and sat at the dining table behind you.

“what are you making?” he asked with a tired sigh, head resting onto the table. his gaze fixed at your back—particularly at the knot of your apron on your waist that somehow fascinating to him.

“carbonara. i learned the recipe this morning.” you replied with a wide smile, focused on stirring the fettuccine in the pan. you started to learn how to cook a month ago and todoroki never allowing himself to be absent from tasting the food ever since. it was becoming his habit and you were not complaining since he gave you an honest review about your food. you know he wasn't the type to sugarcoat things and you liked it.

unbeknownst to both, your relationship had intensified. you sure close to him—undebately—but not this way.

“wasn't tsuji and shibaman supposed to come today? where are they?” you turned to face him, slightly leaning on the counter.

he looked up at you. “hm, turns out today wasn't the day. they need to deal with some things.”

“again?”

“so much going on lately,” he leaned to the chair, eyes full on you. “we'll graduating soon.”

you nodded a little broke the eye contact at the third second and cleared your throat to covered the heat that suddenly appeared on your cheeks. weird.

“it's just for us then,” you turned back to your cooking and continue to focus on your carbonara which has started to thicken.

his heart racing as he knew you were avoiding the eye contact. moreover, seeing you dance lightly and swaying your waist to the music on your speaker intrigued him to stood next to you.

“why?” you asked.

he shook his head not knowing what to do. “i just want to see…” he peeked at the pan. the fabric of his uniform touching your bare arm.

“is it raining outside?” you touched his damp clothes. he still have his eyes on the food. “it's quite drizzling.”

“then take it off!”

he turned to you immediately. “what?”

“your clothes!”

he frowned. “why would i?”

“it's damp. you can catch a cold, grumpy.” you take off his outer with a lot of effort since your height just as far as his chin and his body was acompletely still, taken aback by your action.

seeing you in a sleeveless top with apron adorned your front body while taking off his outer is new experience yet awakened something inside him.

something he never knew he had.

“stir it.” you commanded him. he looked at you with a confused look.

you squeaked and grab his wrist to unbuttoned his hand buttons and rolled it to his elbow. “stir it. nicely.” you repeated as you handed him tongs you used.

still with a confused look, he followed your command. you prepared the plates and cutlery before turned off the stove.

he watched you as you tried to decorate your plate with cheese and parsley.

“it's ready!” you exclaimed happily then take off your apron.

todoroki arranged the table to be more properly mannered before you both sat opposite each other.

“how is it?” you asked curiously as he took a mouthful amount of fettuccine.

“good.” he nodded once.

you clapped happily, satisfied even before you tasted it yourself.

“i think i'll add more cheese.” he stood up to grab a shredder and the cheese box. “is it right?” he asked for the way he gripped the shredder. you nodded and chuckle a bit.

“you look like a kid by now.”

he started to shred the cheese above his plate. “shut up.”

“stop that grumpy—OH MY GOD!”

the cheese slipped through his hand and he shred his skin a bit.

you grabbed his hand without a second thought and sucking his forefinger to stop the blood.

he almost gasped at the warmth of your mouth through his finger. his lips parted without making any sound while you still doing your job.

you stopped when you finally realized his body didn't move an inch and he had his eagle eyes on you. you staring back at him with his finger still on your mouth. “why are you looking at me like that?”

the vibration of your voice sending chills to his spine and heat started to radiate his stomach. “d-don't talk.” he responded in a low voice yet not even pulled his finger away.

his face reddens slightly at the view of you like this. this was too new to him.

you quickly pushed his hand and started to feeling nervous when you completely understood the situation. “i-i was just trying to stop the b—”

“i know.” he mumbled. “it's okay. thank you.” he added.

“wash your hand, i'll find a plaster.” you stood up and rushing to your room.

“ugh,” he whimpered. “…stupid.”

[tiredlittlewriter]

Thinking about after the events of H&L 3 everyone is rebuilding and moving on but sometimes people can't find Cobra and he's not at the usual spot. Yamato tells people looking for him that he's just at his apartment, but Yam knows that is not where Cobra is.

No, Cobra is at Smoky's grave. Sometimes he goes there just to talk to him, to tell him about his day. Maybe people would think it's weird, but Cobra doesn't care. They weren't friends, but they were close enough that they actually cared about each other. Close enough that Cobra can miss him from a pit in his stomach.

And as he leaves Smoky's grave, he reminds himself that even though the danger is long gone, that he can never stop protecting S.W.O.R.D. He can't lose another friend

[rinazzling]

↬ cherry blossom tree | takagi tsukasa

In the peaceful night of the Oya district, a sound of footsteps echoes. As she runs away from the trouble, she takes deep breaths, sweat drips down her forehead, and her heart beats rapidly. She paused for a moment before proceeding to the alley. The alley was extremely dark. However, she discovered a purple neon light in the corner, thought to herself, "it must be an exit," and hurriedly approached it. After successfully exiting the alley, she looked around to see if anyone had witnessed her exit before resuming her run. She constantly checking behind her to make sure nobody is following her. She failed to look in her path, which caused her to run into someone and fall to the ground. A blonde-haired man wearing a pink polo shirt was standing there when she looked up, but the purple neon light made it difficult for her to see his face well. With a concerned tone, he asked "Are you okay?" and hesitantly offered his hand to help her stand up.

Despite her reluctance to accept his small help, she heard a male voice approaching them before she reached his hand. The blonde guy was swift and quickly grabbed her hand to make her stand, then hid in a mini passageway. After looking around, they discovered the man with a student uniform who had been following her constantly. They then encountered another man also wearing a student uniform, with whom they conversed for a bit before setting off to locate her.

The blonde man regarded her with suspicion and enquired as to her relationship with the two men and the reason they were chasing her away. He was continually disturbed and irate about the fact that you were being pursued by the two individuals in the group he despised, asking, "why are you being chased by the two members of yasukiyo faction?" When she tried to speak, she was unable to do so because she was attempting to find the perfect words to explain her position to him. She simply stood still and stared at him. She did nothing more than flee once more.

After arriving home, she went right to her room and collapsed into bed exhausted. Shortly after, her friend Yui sent her a message. She read the message, assuming that Yui was intoxicated while talking about her new friend, "Where were you, I thought you would come with me after school? We were supposed to get crazy at the club tonight :( also I made a new friend!" She just seen the message of her friend, and don't have energy to reply back.

She wakes up the following morning around 6:15 am, giving her plenty of time to get ready for school. She observed a cherry blossom on the way to school, indicating that spring, her favorite season, has already arrived. As soon as she noticed Yui and Madoka standing inside the gate, close to the entrance, she sprinted toward them. Before Yui even spotted her, Madoka did, and she immediately gave her a shoulder tap to let her know she's already here. Madoka greeted me and reached out to give me a hug while smiling, saying, "Kazu-chan," I then turned to look at Yui, who was busily scanning the area beyond the gate. When she saw me glancing at her, she hastily shrugged. "What's wrong? Why do you keep staring at the gate?" I went to her and questioned her. She reassured us that there is nothing troubling about how she is acting right now by answering, "Nothing" with a smile.

I just nodded in response, "we should head inside and do club activities" Madoka added, and then we all headed inside.

~~~

Yui, Madoka, and I are all on our way home together. Yui informed us that she does drug sales secretly from the school and her parents knowledge. "and also.." Before Yui could finish her thought, Madoka cried, "eh, there's more!?" Yui then said, "I was followed by a strange man since this morning."

Next, she turned to face the right side of the street. We both glanced, and Madoka and I noticed a tall man—almost six feet tall. Yui and I attempted to stop Madoka as she approached him. I gripped her arm and pleaded, "Madoka-chan, please don't." She could not be stopped, so we were forced to watch her approach the man. Yui then called her out "Madoka-senpai!".

"OI! Jerk! Stalker!" Madoka yelled at the man, he was confused that Madoka is yelling at someone or him, so he point himself if he was the one getting yelled at. "You! Yes, you!" Madoka keeps scolding the man, that she didn't notice that Yui and Kazumi was getting kidnapped. Kazumi suddenly became aware of the disturbance next to her, threw her bag at the other man, and kicked him in the stomach.

The tall man was quick to see it and took off running as swiftly as he could, hitting the green hair man in the head. While the tall man was fighting the other dudes, Madoka and I quickly went to Yui. Yui then asked "You, the person from housen, right?" The tall man replied "eh?" Yui continued, "those pants are from housen, right?" The red hair man respond, "housen?" Before the beating starts again, a van suddenly appeared out of nowhere infront of us. The red hair man's people are inside, and then he jump onto the van, "I will remember your face" he said looking at the tall man.

After the conflict. The tall man who introduced himself as Sawamura offered to escort us home, but I politely declined. I informed him that I could go home by myself. I said goodbye to them and we parted ways.

Before going straight home, I went to the cherry blossom tree and sat under it, grabbing the pack of cigarettes inside my bag and pulling one of them inside, getting my lighter inside the bag and clicking on it until it lit a fire, but before the fire came into contact with the cigarette, someone snatched it from my hand. I swiftly looked behind the tree, my eyes widening in surprise, only to see him again, the guy I ran into and the guy who saved me from the Yasukiyo faction that night.

"You know that smoking is harmful, right?"

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note: this is an open-ending type of a story hehe, I have no braincells left inside of my head to think of how the story would end, so.. It's up to your imagination! Happy Reading & Thinking!

© rinazzling

[araveninthedarknight]

Hello 🌸🤗 Can i request for my lovely boy Tsuji ? You can choose the storyline if you want :’) But angst to fluff would be great 😅😅🌸💕

Of course! I haven't really tried my hand at angst before, so you will have to bear with me. I typed it out and tumblr ate my entire thing when I hit post now and I'm so sad, I hope you like it never the less and thank you for requesting ^_^

WARNINGS: ANGST, Mentions of worries of cheating,blood, Reader being Cobra's younger sib, non specified pronouns or name, crying, fluff at the end, mentions of wall punching and furniture misplacement.

Y/N=Your name

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Y/N was cleaning the old lady next door's house, making sure to help the poor widowed woman as best they could, a close bond having grown between the two since Y/N had moved there with the help of their slightly older brother.

They had been dating Tsuji for a year and a half now, and he liked to spend the night on occasion to get to Oya faster on a school day. Y/N had left their phone at home, not wanting any distractions while helping the old lady with her house.

Their phone screen lit up on the coffee table next to Tsuji, reading Cobra with a heart next to it. Were they cheating on him? Had this been a long standing thing? Was HE the side piece? Tsuji felt his head swim with anguish, getting up to punch a wall when the message read "I love you too Y/N" the wall denting and Tsuji's knuckles bleeding, the cracked skin a fiery red from impact. His heart hurt, they were supposed to be together, a team for the foreseeable future, was it all crashing around him now? He curled on the couch, crying as his knuckles dripped to the floor.

Y/N came home, making their way to the couch and feeling their heart break, what had caused the mayhem of the thrown furnature and dented wall and blood on Tsuji's hand?

"Tsuji, sweetie wake up." They say softly, rubbing his back and looking at his hand to make sure it wouldn't require stitches and no fighting.

"H-how long have you been cheating with Cobra?" His voice was horse, eyes opened to a red and swollen mess, sore from the sobbing he had done before falling aslep, "HE had a heart by his name and said he loved you too, Y/N....Am I not good enough?" These worries coming from his mouth made the other tear up, "Baby, Cobra is my big brother by one year. I never told you because I was afraid you two would try to fight and he would want us to break up, I love you too much to have any other guy by my side in my future dearest Tsuji." They say sadly, showing him the texts that called Cobra big brother, reassuring him he was the only.

"I-I'm sorry, I just got worried that you had grown sick of me and only wanted me around out of pity." The rainbow haired teen sniffles, wiping his eyes with the cuff of his hoodie on his good hand.

Y/N returned with a first aid kit and started to fix his knuckles, split open and causing winces as the rubbing alcohol cleaned the wounds. "I'm sorry I never told you, I just didn't want to throw away what we had because of my big brother." They say softly, Kissing his bandaged hand. "Just know I love you and you are my forever Baby." Y/N smiles reassuringly, pecking Tsuji's lips and hugging him close.

"I love you too Y/N."

A/N: I hope this was ok! Thank you again for requesting and giving me a chance to test out how I do my angst and giving me practice while also having you trust me enough to make something for you. I hope you enjoyed it <3

[hyugaruma]

H&L: When They’re Jealous

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re: when some guy tries flirting with you…

“girlfriend” “she” used

not shown, ranmaru later being a dickhead to you because he partially blames you for the whole ordeal…because he sucks (i love him)

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Cobra: “Is this your friend?” Cobra isn’t someone who likes to jump to conclusions, and he wants you to know that he trusts you completely and would never assume any sort of infidelity. So, when he sees a man approach you at the bar, he wants to give the benefit of the doubt. Cobra casually slides back onto the barstool next to you that he previously occupied before stepping off to the bathroom. Though he remains cool about the whole thing, he can’t help the way his arm seems to mindlessly find itself wrapping around your hips in a territorial way. “I’m Cobra, by the way. Her boyfriend.”

Hyuga: “Oi, who let this clown in here? I hate clowns.” Hyuga nonchalantly tokes on his pipe, several Daruma Babies hovering around behind him. Despite his calm attitude, you can tell by the twitch of his eyebrows that he’s irritated. The man who was trying to flirt with you instantly takes a step away from you, clearly taking note of the danger that he faces at the hands of Hyuga. Hyuga looks to you, asking you without any words if the guy was bothering you. You know that, if you wanted him to, Hyuga would be quick to dispose of the guy for you, but the man seems harmless enough, so you shake your head. “You’re lucky the Mrs. here is nicer than me. Get the hell out of here.”

Ranmaru: “If you’re looking for a pretty face, I’m right here.” Ranmaru’s the type to act first and ask questions later. The second he sees the man approach you in the dimly-lit club he’s already got the guy’s shirt gripped tightly in his fist. It doesn’t even matter if the guy was actually flirting with you or not. Ranmaru yanks the man closer so that they’re face-to-face, a shit-eating grin that you know all too well appearing on his face. Ranmaru likes to pretend like he doesn’t get jealous, but let anyone try to make a move on you and his actions will say differently. “That one’s off limits, though.”

Yasushi: “You looking for someone to take you out on a date? Go ahead, try those moves of yours out on me. I’m waiting.” Your boyfriend’s near-maniacal laughter seems to scare the guy shitless, because all prior confidence he’d had when hitting on you was now evaporated and replaced with utter fear. Yasushi casually steps between you and the guy, his grin only widening at the fearful reaction. Yasushi teasingly beckons the guy forward with a wave of the hand. There’s nothing you can say or do at this point to get Yasushi to stand down; Yasushi’s already taken this opportunity to scratch that itch for a fight. “What? Lost your nerve? Come on, don’t get me all excited for nothing.”

Fujin: “She’s got a boyfriend who knows how to fight, y’know?” Fujin slings an arm over your shoulders and eyes down the guy who just tried asking for your number, much to your own obvious discomfort. Fujin hadn’t left your side for more than two seconds when the creep decided to swoop in. Fujin trusts you implicitly, but he’s quick to jump in when anyone else might be trying to make a move on you. One thing about Fujin is that he doesn’t like people bothering his significant other. Fujin flicks his head in a gesture that dismisses the guy who currently looks like he’s regretting his decision in approaching you. “Get lost, before you really piss me off.”

Amagai: “You thought you should even try? You’re pathetic.” Another one who likes to pretend like he doesn’t get jealous, but boy does he. Amagai shoves his foot into the gut of the guy currently on the floor at his feet. The second you had casually mentioned the guy had tried hitting on you, Amagai was already sending Ryo on his way to bring the guy-in-question to him. This was all little known to you, however, because one thing Amagai wasn’t going to do was have his jealousy be known to you. Amagai squats down and looks the trembling guy in the eyes with a cold smile. “Didn’t anybody ever teach you not to touch things that aren’t yours?”

[arcxnumvitae]

She'd been wondering why Iomhar seemed to be in such a good mood this visit. That was, until she caught sight of the marks littering his skin. They could be from any number of lovers no doubt, but there was only one lover that put him in such a good mood afterwards. That Vasyri irritant.

The sitting room was currently empty of any servants, not that their presence would have deterred her. "Iomhar?" She watched him perk up, ever endearing.

"Yes?"

"Does sex always put you in such a good mood?"

True to his nature, the question didn't faze him. Instead, her betrothed let out a laugh. "I suppose it does! Who would not enjoy a good romp between the sheets?"

Was it that it was sex, or was it that it was sex with his 'beloved'?

A bitter feeling of jealousy rose within her. Would he be in such a joyous mood had it been her? Would his smile come as quickly as it did now? Leithe set her teacup down onto the table before her and rose. Amidst Iomhar's questioning look, she made her way around the table and drew closer. Gathering her skirts in her hands, she straddled her betrothed's lap. He was no doubt surprised at her forwardness, they hadn't slept together once since their engagement. She'd thought to play things 'cool'. She had secured the engagement, so there was no reason to allow her wishes and desires to cause her to act too recklessly. Yet how could she forget that night? The feeling of his hands on her skin, the reverent way in which he touched her.

The woman's hands cupped his face as she stared down at him, and something dark and hungry in her gaze must have caught his eye.

"Leithe?" He began to question, but then her lips were on his, and a well-timed roll of her hips seemed to do the trick. A small groan sounded in the back of her beloved's throat, and his hands rose to grasp at the fabric covering her waist.

She wouldn't delude herself with thinking that his smile would beam as brightly afterwards with her as it did for the Vasyrus, but that was fine. She was patient. Maybe not today, but one day it would. One day he would be all hers.

[sysig]

Hi! I really adore your art, but I was wondering if you could maybe add transcripts on posts with writing? I’ve always found it hard to parse others handwriting and would love to be able to follow the dialogue! :]

Keep up the amazing work! 💜💜

I do have a few transcripted doodlesets (here, here, here, here) that, for some reason stick in my brain as not being received well, despite one of them getting a very nice comment about being a well-done transcript?? I think the rest just got the same reception as ones that I left alone, so they feel the same for more effort, which would leave me wondering why I would do more - not to say that that's a correct thought! Just how it feels in my head haha

I definitely don't blame you for not being able to read my handwriting! It's not an easy font to read lol, and I appreciate the interest!

As this is kind of a doodle-dumping ground, I tend to just kinda throw my sketches down and consider them Done Enough, not something to linger on if I can help it, kind of like an indulgent archive haha - if you point out a particularly scribbly set, I'd be happy to transcribe it but honestly, if you really want to see them typeset, direct me to a set you'd like to see Finished. Odds are, I do too

[jinwoosungs]

03/26/25; 08:30pm

{ 18+ drabbles / headcanons }

[ they catch you pleasuring yourself ]

featuring: sylus, zayne, xavier, rafayel, caleb

[ minors don’t interact; by choosing to interact with this content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings. ]

you wake up from your nap with a start, the lingering images left over from your dreams causes a familiar ache to settle between your legs. an almost uncomfortable moisture puts a noticeable spot against your panties, making you heave out a sigh in response.

the sun had long began to set as you were bathed beneath the glow of the moon, and sylus was nowhere to be seen. letting out a frustrated sigh, you toss an arm across your eyes, your breaths slowly turning labored as your fingers itched with a sudden need.

despite knowing how you could never reach as deeply as sylus could, you couldn’t stop your hand from going lower and lower, not stopping until you reached the waistband of your panties. you teased yourself, allowing your fingertips to simply dance around your outer lips before slowly spreading your legs.

arching your back against the bed, you introduce a finger into your soaked walls, sliding them inside of you while breathing out a soft mewl. you began pumping your fingers within your slick heat, pinching at your swollen bundle of nerves while imagining that it was sylus touching you.

so caught up in chasing your high, you remain blissfully unaware of how the door to your shared bedroom was open and the way the onychinus leader held a bouquet of red roses in his hand. a low growl was heard coming from him, his eyes taking in the sight of your hands moving desperately between your legs-

it wasn’t until a hand felt gripping at your arm that you stopped your ministrations, your bleary gaze meeting with your lover’s dilated eyes as you felt the heat rushing into your cheeks. “what’s this? has my kitten been having fun without me?”

words failed you when sylus manages to remove your hand from your cunt, admiring the shiny quality of your fingertips before leaning forward. he captures each individual finger with his tongue, licking off the evidence of your arousal-

never once tearing his away from you.

once your fingers were completely cleaned did he settle himself between your legs, hands already holding your knees in a vice grip before spreading your legs completely for him. a groan was heard from sylus when he sees how utterly ruined your panties had become, licking his lips as his dark eyes shone mischievously beneath the moonlight.

“how about i show how it’s really done, sweetie?”

you lay beneath the warm waters, simply soaking in your tub while playing with the bubbles that surround you. letting out an audible sigh, you prop your legs up against the edge of the tub, thinking about zayne.

he had called you earlier during his lunch break, telling you he needed to work overtime and to not cook dinner tonight. of course, being the understanding lover that you were, you agreed to not cook dinner and simply make something simple for yourself to dine on later.

as you lay in the tub, intrusive thoughts began invading your mind. thoughts of zayne joining you in this bath, laying beneath you while he presses your back against his naked chest. you were sweating now, left alone with your heated fantasies until it boiled over, making you lose all of your inhibitions as you spread your legs while bracing them over the tub.

your aching cunt was felt like it was being caressed by silk, further accentuating your sinful thoughts as you slide a finger within your aching walls. the squelching sounds of your center taking in your finger echoes throughout the bathroom, leaving you panting and needy for more.

your back arches against the porcelain tub, and you swore you could taste your impending release when a sharp voice calling out your name and a hand felt on your wrist completely ceases your desperate movements. tears were felt dotting your vision at being denied of your release, but you eventually quit crying when you realized zayne himself was the one who stopped you.

“z-zayne? i thought you were working overtime?”

his nostrils were flared while his glasses remained askew. he chooses not to answer you when he picks up your pliant form out of the depths of the water. you were given little choice but to hang on to him, wrapping your arms around his neck when he settles you on top of the counter.

putting aside his glasses, he immediately kneels down before you, spreading your legs before surging toward your aching cunt. the moment you felt his mouth completely surrounding your center, you toss your head back in response with your fingers automatically delving into his hair-

surrendering yourself completely to zayne as he worshipped your body.

your boyfriend had been gone for a while, picking up something for dinner as you lay back against the headboard of your shared bed. you tried to focus on the movie that was playing on your screen, yet the lingering scent of xavier’s cologne settled on his pillow had become a great distraction for you.

letting out a sigh, you figured xavier wouldn’t be back anytime soon, taking a hold of his pillow as you found a better way to pass time. taking off your shorts and panties, you press your naked sex against his plush pillow, feeling the sensation of your hardened clit catching on to the soft fabric.

a moan escapes from your parted lips when you began to shamelessly ride the pillow, basking in the hedonistic friction while lifting a hand to grip at one of your breasts. while you squeezed your chest, you felt the pleasure increase by a tenfold, now panting desperately as you eagerly chased your high.

and when you felt that familiar snap happen within your abdomen, you let out a sigh of relief. getting off of his pillow, you felt the blood rush to your cheeks upon seeing the wet stain against the pillow.

“remind me to never wash that pillow ever again.”

you nearly fell off the bed upon hearing xavier’s voice. “x-xavier, how long had you been home for?”

“long enough to see yourself getting off on my pillow instead of me.” a dark expression was settled within his gaze when he tossed aside the takeout bags on his desk, climbing on top of the bed as he hovers over you.

you swallow thickly, recognizing the look in his eyes that indicated that he was jealous-

which meant that you were in for a long night.

you didn’t expect to feel this good when you bought yourself a little toy, attaching it to the marble flooring of your boyfriend’s bathroom as you eagerly bounced up and down the girthy cock.

honestly, you felt deprived of your lover ever since he left on that business trip weeks ago. somehow, the nightly video calls and text messages sent throughout the day wasn’t enough for you-

and you found yourself in your current situation, imagining yourself riding rafayel as you used the dildo to ease your aching need for him. you were so caught up in how amazing it all felt that you didn’t notice the figure looming over you.

“cutie… you’re breaking my heart over here.”

you frown a bit, thinking that it was simply your mind playing tricks on you. you thought you heard rafayel beside you, and you used the sound of his voice to speed up your movements-

only to gasp when you felt someone picking you up, moving you off of that toy cock as you were suddenly met with rafayel’s pouting face. “r-rafe! y-you came back- hah!”

you let out a broken moan when rafayel gives your ass a hard smack! “don’t you dare rafe me when you’ve made me so jealous, princess. and just who gave you permission to use a cock that wasn’t mine?” his gaze darkens as he presses your naked center against the tent forming in the front of his pants.

your breathing hitches at the sudden sensation, making you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist as you pressed yourself even closer to him. “however… i will say that seeing you so needy for me, breathing out my name while bouncing up and down that ridiculous toy made me feel a bit generous.” sliding down his pants and boxers with one hand, rafayel freed his erection for a few seconds before thrusting his cock into you.

you saw stars and nearly came, with rafayel moving you up and down his cock. clinging to him with a desperation, you clenched your eyes shut, allowing the lemurian to make up for lost time as your moans echoed throughout the room.

it was laundry day, and you decided to wash both yours and your boyfriend’s clothes. going into his hamper, your eyes went wide upon seeing his hoodie settled at the top.

his scent was wafting off of the familiar jacket, sending you in a trance-like state when you slowly began to peel off your clothes. once you were left bare, you put on his hoodie, allowing his scent to surround you. leaning back against the bed, you spread your legs and slid a finger into your slick walls, pumping them in and out of your center while tossing your head back in response.

red hot pleasure courses through you, and you give your swollen clit a gentle pinch while playing with your aching nipples. your moans echo throughout the room, and you were so close to reaching your climax when a low whistle makes you stiffen.

“damn baby… is this what you do when i’m at work?”

your eyes immediately open, mouth going dry when caleb enters the bedroom, still dressed in his farspace colonel uniform. adjusting his suit, caleb manages to pick you up while laying back in bed at the same time. amusement was seen within his violet eyes, with you settled on his waist as he admires your naked body barely hidden beneath his jacket.

his touch was filled with reverence when he plays with the ends of his hoodie, pulling it up slightly to see your perky nipples, allowing the image to further send a rush of blood directly to his cock. a rich chuckle was heard coming from your colonel when he tells you,

“i’ve got to say, seeing you in my clothes is doing a lot of things to me. so why don’t you show me what you can do and give me a ride instead?”

end notes: barkbarkbarkbarkbarkbark 🤤

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[sukumna]

┌─ .✦ HIS FAVORITE TYPE OF SEX

Omgee I love this, I should write a little drabble for each of these (¬‿¬)

꒰ part two | jjk version ꒱

✦ ─ Atsumu Miya, ‘we shouldn’t be doin this’ sex. He loves the thrill of something forbidden, it gets the blood rushing from his brain to the head of his cock and he can’t help himself from fucking his brothers crush, a super fan in the locker room, his ex’s sister, his daughter’s best friend. Self control was never one of his strong suits.

✦ — Bokuto Koutarou, passionate, almost desperate sex. He’s the type to get completely lost in the moment, throwing himself into it with everything he has. He’s the type to fuck his new bride to the point of unconsciousness, primal sex scenes, birthday sex, so-into-it-he-rips-off-the-condom sex. He wants to consume you.

✦ — Oikawa Tooru, Make-up sex. He thrives on drama and intensity, so the emotional highs and lows fuel his desire. He’d want to prove himself every time. When a fan gets too touchy or he’s missed one too many dates, he loves making it up to his princess whether that be spoiling her or edging himself until she accepts his apology.

✦ — Miya Osamu, possessive sex. He’s laid-back, but when he wants something, he takes his time and makes sure you feel everything he doesn’t outwardly express. The kind that makes you forget everything else and willingly surrender to his every demand. Giving slow strokes in his office to the new every employee everyone is memorized by, indulgently eating out his pregnant wife in the slow hours of the morning, making you say his name over and over until it’s the only thing you can remember. He wants your body to forever be marked by him.

✦ — Iwaizumi Hajime, frustration-fueled sex. He bottles things up, and when it spills over, it’s intense and raw and primal. Letting you run from his thrust before roughly pulling you back onto him, throat fucking before he’s even taken his shoes off after a long day of work, pounding you into the wall after you smiled a bit too big at one of his trainees. He loves taking out his frustration on your body.

✦ — Suna Rintarou, lazy, teasing, “you’re mine” sex. He takes his time, drags it out, enjoys watching you squirm, and makes you work for it before finally giving in. Making you bounce on his cock until your legs give out and you’re sobbing, slow deep thrusts in his manger that make you whimper in the janitor closet, taking his time kissing all over your body before teasing you with his tip, pussy jobs are his favorite.

[airbendertendou]

Can I please request the number 5 for shiba , please. But just don't let it be angst, I am DIEING for some fluff . Have good day /night

a little silly number 5 + shibaman

“THIS GAME WON’T CHANGE, NEVER!”

panting echoes around you as shibaman stands with his hands on his knees. you're no better, mouth dry and sweat falling from your forehead. this always happen when you get together - your meeting always ends in a physical fight.

"not bad," shiba breathes. you let out a sound between a scoff and a laugh, turning your head from him. "almost hurt me this time."

you narrow your eyes at him, "i can make it hurt, if you want me to."

shiba laughs, standing from his hunched over form. "no need to be so sour."

letting out a sigh, you too stand, hands to your hips as you even out your breathing. "whatever," you click your tongue to your teeth. barely looking his way, you wave shibaman off. "see you next time, i guess."

he catches your arm, dragging your back to his chest. "don't be like that," he says in your ear. shiba hums before dropping your arm, a smirk curling on his lips. "next time i win, you owe me a date."

you roll your eyes again, hoping he doesn't notice the flush heating up your neck. "whatever."

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