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helloescapist · 6 months

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Can you do romantic modern au HCs for daki and a female y/n the same age whos kinda nerdy and introverted but very patient and affectionate towards daki? Kind of like an opposites attract sort of thing, like maybe they met in class and get paired together for a group project, and things slowly escalate from there? Like Daki eventually grows a soft spot for y/n

-🐼

hello, hello, 🐼

I kind of love the idea of Daki falling for a shyer personality, one that struggles with socializing, and easily nervous. Specifically, when we consider that Daki was a oiran in her human life as a means of survival, and even continuing the line of work in her demon rebirth, Daki essentially is predisposed to considering other women as threats whether its status or financial. Oirans are terrifying--- just imagining Daki with a female she can actually grow to trust and love over time is wholesome fluff I need.

And all of a sudden—I’m just going to have to break this into two parts. That’s really all there is to it. Oh the wellllllll

Sincerely, | Daki

Word Count: 2382

Setting: Daki x fem!reader

Content Warning(s): suggestive, ecchi content, reader is a low key perv (but like, who isn't in their teen years), will have mentions of assault in parts to come, girlxgirl, yuri, modern AU

Summary: an unlikely train encounter, and questionable tutoring.

A/N: the amount of effort I put into calculating how tall Daki would likely be is just… why am I like this? Spoiler alert, she is likely around 5’2-5’4, but as she appears tall for her era when you take away her shoes, such as when you view her height in comparison to Koinatsu, but for the purpose of adapting her to a modern AU, I would put her height at 5’6, as statistics show the average female height to be 5’4. Part II , headcanons

The clench of your bag in your hand, as your other hand fought to reach the handgrip. The reach just escaping your grasp, the tips of your fingers brushed against pull. The sea of bodies that pressed against your form, jostling you to and fro despite the reach of your fingers. The cram of suits, the buttons threatening to break skin as it scraped across your cheek. Early morning commuters, businessmen and women alike operating on late hours, and caffeine. Dedicated to daily survival, murmured of yawns, dreary in their stark existence. Old men that sighed into newspapers, flipped through pages and drew exhaustion upon weary bones. Their fatigue met only by the civil servants that mentally prepared themselves for the hour to come. Laborers corralled next to office workers, college students shuffled between members of the workface, their discussions of lectures hollow against the weight of data, and meetings. Ironic in the experience against the new to the world; the rare high school student such as yourself lost amongst the crowd. Victims to the push and pull of the fluctuation of passengers, your low status upon the totem pole revealed by the flutter of your school uniform as you fought against the sea of bodies, the grit of your teeth before managing your weight to the tip of your toes, the thread of your fingers secured at the caught of the metal in your palm. The rattle of the train, the murmurs of the morning as you allowed the breath to release from your lungs Struggled to multitask holding your belongings, the train rail, and push your glasses up the bridge of your nose. The murmuring of giggling girls drawing your attention out of sincere curiosity. The press of the back of hand from one to another, snickers that fell pass distinct neckties, and khaki blazers. Pressed uniforms, meticulously maintained as their fingernails, hair styled and fashioned as their sneers fell upon glossed lips. Fresh faces that fell upon haughty glares upon a girl seated amongst the crowd. Having secured a rare seating opportunity though the lecturers glances of the older men that lamented near the seats hinted that the opportunity had not afforded itself. Yet, the group of onlookers merely whispered ideal gossips, painted a portrait of a whore amongst faculty members. Murmured poisonous accusations, and delved details shameless of their surroundings. The clench of your jaw, fumbling upon the bag in your hand as your eyes caught upon the victim of their scandalous discussion.

Moonlight kissed hair that drew the breath from your lungs, threatened to smother you with its vision. The high of her ponytail reminiscent of the beauty of oirans of the past, intentionally placed hair pins that met the curls that formed at her hips. Thick locks that captivated every curve, danced upon ever trace of her silhouette. Shuddered the chill of winter down your spine. The reveal of her breast, openly exposed, the buttons of her white uniform blouse intentionally left undone, snug against the cup of her form, the peak of—lace? W-why? S-she was clearly a high school student, was she not? Ah, n-no maybe it’s a costume. The small shift of her hips reflected the sheer material of her thigh highs as she rolled her pelvis into the seat. The adjustment having drawn a small scrap of fabric, a skirt, and its pattern that drew the heat of your cheeks in one swift strike. As though you had been slapped with the reality of its familiarity—n-nope. Not a costume, the telling pattern back and red plaid patterns, the thin strip of black that drew at the pleating of the skirts. Her brown loafers school issued as the very ones you wore. Though your uniform had never… left such a lasting impression as the one she adorned. The fairness of her skin that the peeks of her uniform provided despite the chilly weather February provided was delicate as though she was a portrait painted by Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto. The celestial god the only one capable of providing such beauty upon the earth, the draw of her breast and the distinct hiss that rumbled at the base of her throat. The meticulously draw of kitten eyeliner dipped into shades of crimson rouge, and the press of her lips into a disapproving scowl. Lush, summer grass that threatened the very existence of winter’s chill upon your spine. Rattled your bones with the press of her painted lips together as her eyebrows met a furrow.

“What, are you look at?”

Her beauty unescapable, deadly as delicate. Caught amongst her glare, the point of her sharp eyes, becoming aware of the ends of her Chrysoberyl hair that appeared as though it had captivated her hiss, and robbed you of your own voice. The small shiver that met at your shoulders as you dumbly found yourself drawing your finger to your face, “M-me?” The horrific realization that you had been caught ogling her, only amplified by the chuckles of the girls that had drawn you into this situation. The sharp tint of her eyelashes, long and lush as they captivated your own. Willing your glasses at the tip of your nose to shield you from her edged lour. The flare of her breast, i-it was not your fault that you gaze had drifted as you forced your hand from the pull, tucking your finger tips to fumble with your eyewear. Struggled to choke down the lump that formed in your throat, aware of her flaring temper as she pulled herself to her feet. Abandoning her seat, and ignoring the appealing way that older men traced her steps. The shameful realization that, perhaps she was accustomed to men leering at her, and found your wandering gaze a peculiarity. Though you had not the opportunity to rationalize why she had fault with yours, nor how horrified that you were on pare with perverted old man. Fumbled with your glasses, tucked awkwardly at the strands of your hair that fell to your ears, as you attempted to find any way out of this. The draw of her pointed glare down upon you, standing a few inches taller than yourself. The hint of osmanthus followed a spice you could not name tantalized your senses, the sputtering realization of how hard her perfume had hit you left you choking on your lips.

The ding of the station, hitched upon the knot of the track. The rock of bodies, pressed every which way, the shutter of the girl before you rocked backwards, pinioned against you as you struggled to find your footing. The slam of your hand into the window pain at her head. The bend of her knees, and the shocked quiver of her pupils. Rattled at the pinion of her body pressed beneath your own lsot amongst the shuffle of passengers. All of the shoujo-ai you had read in your lives could not have prepared you for this moment. K-Kabedon?! The internal screaming upon your heart, shattered your brain. Short circuited all thought presses, blissfully unaware of the growing wrath that seethed beneath you alongside the ding of the train doors. Foreboding, and impending the girl before you descent to the platform. The rattle of her skirt hiked up, the rack of your form pressed into her. Old men that chuckled as they rushed to their offices; college students that lingered far longer than you’d prefer. Prayed that none of the snickers, utilized cellphone cameras, nor instilled this moment for later purposes. The rattle of your heart, the spread of her hair beneath you despite the obvious seething wrath that immolated across her doll like features. The green strands of her hair that coiled beneath her, the scathing glower that caught amongst your own. The scream of fury that threatened the cull of her throat, quivered her bones as the veins began to pop in her forehead, only furthered by your insufferable, incoherent apologies. Fumbled over your belongings. Snagged your bag, shoved your glasses up the bridge of your nose, and retreated.

If there was a god, he was laughing. Delighting in your misery. Savoring the anguish, ignored the prayers you uttered in horrified internal screaming, begging him to allow the earth to swallow you whole as your teacher stood before you. Ignorant to your obvious apparel, all bartering from your swearing off meat to joining a nunnery intentionally ignored for sheer folly. No, no god must be a woman, it was the only explanation to the sight before you. Aoki-sensei’s clueless smile, eyes shut, and proud of his own suggestion. Tutoring, assisting another student’s preparation for college exams, and the very subject before you. D-daki, he had said with such delight upon introducing her. Absolutely blind to the turbulent forces that circled around him. The coil of a viper posed and agitated. Her green eyes flaring the grit of her teeth. The small slip of her canines against pursed rouged lips. Her freshly manicured nails rapped against the desk before digging into the wood grain. Twitching eyebrows, wrinkled nose, as the green mamba hissed, “Are you fucking kidding me?”

No, no it appears not.

Who says that the gods do not have a sense of humor?

It had been a few weeks of—could you really call this studying? Any attempt to navigate course material fell on deaf ears. Was muddled by the click of her nails against the desk, the pop of bubblegum, or the occasional flip of a fashion magazine. The evidence of her bubbling rage at each pointed glare she shot you when you attempted to stutter for her attention. The break of your voice, a higher pitch due to your duress than you’d like to admit, and yet despite the notable hostility, she had continued to attend the— “study” sessions. Her irritability having reached an all time high today as her bubblegum popped, the twitch of her lip-enhancer glossed lips quipped with the wrinkle of her nose. The vein in her head practically throbbing with each nervous fumble you could conjure. The chalk practically shaking in your hand as you attempted to demonstrate the proper algebraic equation. The searing lesions her vision threatened to brand into your back as the chalk nervously rattled against the chalkboard. An incomprehensible tapped scribble as you forced an awkward smile, attempting to find your voice. The cup of your hair cut off at your ears and utilizing the opportunity to press up your glasses in an attempt to avoid her eye. Each movement betraying your nervousness had only tempted her ire. The dodged glances when Daki sought your gaze, frail voice that lacked any resolve. She had even witnessed your knees clatter against one another, the height of her panty hose unable to shield the obvious state of tremors that rolled up your spine every time she watched your back diligently scribble incomprehensible. A flush guaranteed to kidnap your fatures, and your gaze from her own when the taller girl successfully met your gaze—what fucking help were you supposed to be to her?

You couldn’t even help your fucking self.

The knot of a mocked sticker—an immature attempt at humor from one of your female classmates that had escaped your notice. Successfully implemented when she had patted you on the shoulder before your tutoring session had begun, the smug grin and how boldly the little bitch had met Daki’s eyes had been enough to piss her off, but met face to face with the rainbow flag and homophobic slur stickered to your collar had her boiling. The grip of her magazine crumbled between clenched fists; she had attempted to remove it. She had, but ever action had a reaction. Her close proximity regardless of how perfectly timed, or well intended, resulted in you trembling and babbling. It only pissed her off more. How were YOU supposed to help her? With your little insult sticker, and inability to even make eye contact—fuck how pathetic must she be to seek your HELP? The thought had dropped her brows to the point that they dipped at her enhanced eyelashes, threatened to simmer over as though she were a neglected pot. She could feel her temper boil, and her teeth scrapping against one another before she allowed it to steer her.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Daki seethed, slamming her hands to her desk, forcing her chair back in a rattling screech of her chair across the floor. Tremored your bones and drew your attention to her in shock worthy of some B horror film. The click of her school issue indoor shoes clapped harder and harder with each step forward, as you attempted to position the podium between the two of you. “Are you screwing with me? Pisses me off seeing you worm around like this?”

Manicured nails caught the collar of your school uniform, her height foreboding against your own as she leaned forward. Daring your averted eyes to catch her own, pressing her gaze against you as the vein in her forehead threatened to burst the longer, she glowered at you. The clench of her canine teeth against one another before shoving you from her sight. Exasperated pursed rogued lips that grunted dissatisfaction with your response, “Whatever, I don’t need this.” Daki’s absence in the classroom marked only by the quite of an abandoned lecture, the most peculiar sticker discarded in the trash on her way out, and the sinking pit in your stomach that something, something was wrong.

#demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #daki x reader #demon slayer daki x reader #kny daki x fem!reader #kny x reader #🍡tsuyospeaks

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shuhwaa · 2 years

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🌺 Smut Prompt Compilation 🌺

Originally this list, but adjusted for girlxgirl scenarios only.

You can always send me a member and a prompt (no more than 3 per request please), and I’ll try to write you a drabble^^ Feel free to let me know about any details you want me to include as well ♥

“You want to kiss me so hard right now, don’t you?”

“Bite me.”

“You make me crazy.”

“Touch me. Anywhere.”

“That feels good…”

“Did I tell you to stop?”

“You make me so wet.”

“It hurts so good.”

“This is my first time…”

“Hold me closer.”

“Make your mark on me. I want everyone to see.”

“If I ask you to do something, will you think I’m weird?”

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

“Just touch me already.”

“Your fingers feel so good…”

“Kiss me like you mean it.”

“Please, just let me come.”

“We might get caught. Does that turn you on?”

“I love you.”

“Scream my name when you come, baby.”

“Touch yourself. Show me how you do it.”

“Do you trust me?”

“I bet I can make you come first.”

“Come here. Now.”

“Get on your knees.”

“You’re doing so well. Just a little more.”

“Hold my hand.”

“Can I kiss you? Like, on the lips?”

“You’re so warm. Feels good.”

“Look at you, all flushed and pretty. Fuck, you’re perfect.”

“Bend over.”

“Good morning, princess.”

“And everyone said you were the innocent one.”

“Sit on my face.”

“You look adorable like that.”

“Is there a reason you’re in my bed?”

“Can we touch you?”

“Don’t make me stop this car, because I promise you, you’ll regret it.”

“Beg for it.”

“Your body is fucking unreal, baby.”

“I know a way to release all that nasty tension.”

“Use my thigh. You’ve been staring at it all night anyway.”

“Louder.”

“Harder.”

“Let me repay you. Please?”

“Hurt me.”

“Don’t act like you haven’t wanted to fuck me all this time.”

“Can you take another one?”

“Keep your voice down - there’s still a party outside.”

“Are you going to fuck me, or not?”

“You look so pretty all stretched out for me.”

“If you think being in public is going to stop me, you’re sorely mistaken, sweetheart.”

“Either I’m insane or you were just masturbating in our living room.”

“Spank me.”

“Stay the night, please?”

“Choke me.”

“When I wake up, you’ll still be here, right?”

“There’s only one bed.”

“You could, like, practice on me. If you want.”

“Have you ever used handcuffs?”

“Don’t stop. I like it.”

“Is this okay?”

“We’re crossing a line doing this.”

“You taste like me.”

“I know you think about me when you’re alone.”

“Which do you prefer, fingers or mouth?”

“You’re being shy now? Really?”

“My collection of toys is vast. Want to see?”

“Good girl… Just like that.”

“This is our little secret, okay?”

“I��ve barely touched you and you’re dripping already. Cute.”

“You’re gorgeous.”

“Bet you can’t come without making a sound.”

“A little faster, princess. We don’t have much time.”

“I love everything about you.”

“Are you awake?”

“Relax. Fuck me slow. Feels better that way.”

“I’ve been so horny all day.”

“Maybe I touched myself to you in the bathroom. What are you going to do about it?”

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”

“I don’t kink shame. Especially not when it’s you.”

“Stop teasing me.”

“Don’t come yet.”

“You think I give a shit that other people want you? I’m the one that gets to have you.”

“You can sit on my lap until I’m done working.”

“You shouldn’t be alone right now. I’m staying.”

“I really won’t be able to stop once we start. Like, really.”

“Fuck, I’m going to make you feel so good.”

“Where do you want to be touched, kitten?”

“We’re far too drunk for this.”

“You sound even prettier than I imagined you would.”

“Mind if I join in?”

“Do you like that?”

“Is that my shirt?”

“Does that feel good?”

“Be quiet.”

“Relax.”

“Oh, yes. Keep doing that.”

“What if someone hears us?”

“Have you ever done this before?”

“Do you need any help with that?”

“Fuck. You feel so good.”

“That was…amazing.”

“I want you to kiss every inch of my body.”

“We really shouldn’t be doing this right now.” “Well, do you want to stop?” “No.”

“Why should I wear anything at all if you’re going to tear it off?”

“You look so beautiful.”

“Do you want me to use my fingers?”

“Let me see those eyes.”

“Please kiss me.”

“Use your words.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“You look so good beneath me.”

“Spread your legs wider.”

“Louder. Let me hear you.”

“Keep your eyes on me.”

“Touch yourself.”

“I can’t get enough of you.”

“You taste so good.”

“Hands behind your back.”

“You are doing so well.”

“Don’t hold back.”

“Show me how much you need me.”

“Say my name.”

“I want you to ruin me.”

“I want to have my way with you.”

“I will never get enough of you.”

“Never tease me like that again.”

“I’m bored. Wanna play?”

“I want to kiss you everywhere.”

“Can I touch you?”

“Touch me and you lose.”

“You look beautiful. But I’m afraid you’d look more gorgeous with that dress off you.”

“You have no idea how much I want you right now.”

“I want you so bad…”

“I can’t help but have naughty thoughts when you look like that.”

“You make such pretty sounds, my love.”

“Tell me how it feels. It doesn’t hurt does it?”

“Are…you ok? Is this pace good enough?”

“I’m gonna do the type of things that happen in your dreams.”

“Mmm, so beautiful…”

“You know, how about a little fun before we go to bed?”

“Does doing these kinds of things make us friends with benefits?”

“I love your body, baby. Everything you hate about it is what drives me crazy.”

“I’d love to love you all night, my love.”

“I love seeing you so flustered.”

“You’re so cute when you’re nervous.”

“I need you…”

“You like it when I touch you?”

“I want to make love to you.”

“Tell me how much you want me.”

“I can’t help but to be turned on by the sight of you.”

“You don’t have to be so shy around me, you know?”

“Don’t tempt me.”

“I’m going to mark all the parts I love to show you how beautiful you are.”

“I will never get tired of holding you.”

“Would you like to do it again?”

“Why can’t I get enough of you?”

“We could… do it.”

“I want to make you feel so good, babe.”

“You’re so beautiful…so, so beautiful…”

“Come here.”

“What if I told you I wanted you, right here. Right now?”

“I’m always in the mood to play, my love.”

“You know exactly what I want.”

“I love it when you’re naughty like this.”

“Why are you covering up? I have already seen everything.”

“How bad do you want me?”

“I-I’ve never done this before so I’m afraid you have to guide me.”

“You’re so adorable. Aww, don’t hide your face/ don’t cover up.”

“I-I want you to touch you too. Please remove the cuffs…”

“It’s not going to hurt, is it?”

“Wet already? I see you’re so eager, hm?”

“Stop the teasing, please…”

“I love it when you moan my name”

“Just a little harder”

“Let me give you a reason to stay in bed”

“No panties?”

“I want you now”

“Use your tongue”

“Please don’t stop”

“I can’t sleep without you here”

“Do you like that”

“You need a place to stay for the night?”

“Spend the night with me”

“You can get louder can’t you?”

“Look at what you do to me”

“I want to taste you”

“Open your mouth”

“If you want to come you better beg”

“That feels so good”

“Take off your clothes”

“Can you feel what you’re doing to me?”

“This is a one time thing”

“Tell me how you like it”

“I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it”

“I just want to please you”

“Each of my thoughts about you are improper”

“I love it when you kiss my neck”

“Don’t be gentle”

“You’re mine”

“I love it when you talk dirty”

“I’ll let you do anything if you just touch me now”

“I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly”

“Don’t give me that look”

“Like what you see?”

“Stay quiet”

“I promise I’ll be good”

“Just shut up and fuck me”

“I want you inside me”

“Be a good girl and spread your legs”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you”

“Don’t tempt me”

“I’ve never done this before”

“Would you just shut up and kiss me already”

“Try to stay quiet, understand?”

“Don’t be so rough, there can’t be any marks”

“Are you sure? Once I start I don’t think I’m able to stop”

“No, I’m supposed to make you feel good”

“Stop teasing me so much”

“Bed. Now”

“First one to make a noise loses”

“I love the way you look with my fingers inside you”

“These walls are pretty thick which means you and I can be as loud as we want”

“Did you touch yourself while I was gone?”

“We can’t do that here”

“If you interrupt me one more time— so help me god”

“You’re not wearing anything under that are you”

“There is no way anyone is that innocent”

“You taste like fucking candy”

“The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh”

“You make a sound - it’s game over”

“I haven’t even touched you and you’re already wet"

“Want help with that?”

“We’re not just friends, you know that”

“You have no idea how much I want you”

“If we weren’t in public right now I’d have my head between your legs”

“I really want to kiss you right now”

“How do i look”

“If you don’t like my teasing why are you moaning”

“How quickly can you cum”

“I don’t care what you do, just fuck me”

“I don’t know what to do” - “Then let me teach you”

“We’ve been at it like rabbits and you’re still horny”

“Use your mouth”

“Come and sit on my face and I’ll show you how much I missed you”

“Take it off slowly”

“No one can ever find out about this”

“Are these handcuffs?”

“I don’t feel like sleeping”

“You won’t be getting any sleep tonight”

“Why so shy?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel really good”

“Why don’t we move this to the bed?”

“Would you like to go somewhere a little private?”

“These are so wet; aren’t you going to remove them?”

“I was just about to wash up. Care to join?”

“Don’t pretend to be so innocent”

“I want you to touch yourself”

“I want you….here…. right now”

“I can’t hold back anymore”

“It’s been a long day; why don’t we help each other unwind?”

“Your lips make me wonder what you taste like”

“I don’t like being told what to do unless I’m naked”

“You’re so sexy when you’re hot and bothered”

“Don’t cover your face, I want to see you”

“You’re so beautiful all spread out like this… just for me”

“I can’t believe how wet you are already”

“Touch yourself for me”

“I came so hard last night just from a picture of you”

“Did I say you could cum?”

“Let me give you a reason to stay in bed”

“Please don’t stop”

“If you want to come, you better beg”

“I just want to please you”

“I promise I’ll be good”

“Don’t tempt me”

“We’re in public you know”

"Did you touch yourself while I was gone?“

"Were you just masturbating?“

“Want help with that?”

"Don’t worry. I’ll make you feel really good”

“I need you. now.“

"Do it like you always do”

"Don’t cover your face, i want to see you”

“You were always the quiet one”

“You can give me another one, can’t you baby? For me, please?”

“What pretty noises you’re making for me… am i making you feel good?“

“I won’t bite. unless you’re into that kind of thing.”

“You look good with my hands around your throat”

“Stop. I’m supposed to be making you feel good.”

”Like what you see?”

“Let me show you how much I missed you.”

“Why’d you stop?”

“Stay the night. Please?”

”The night doesn’t have to end here, ya know.”

“I thought about you when I came last night.”

“You can be louder than that.”

“Oh. This is new.”

“Call me that again.”

“Need some help?”

“No, keep it on. I like it.”

“Take it off for me.”

“Show me how.”

“You can’t just send me nudes at work!”

“Want you to watch.”

#smut prompts

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bl3ssii · 2 years

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Don't ever give up!

A new blogger here in town, nice to meet ya

Things about me:

Will you can call me write or lumzi or haru or L or anything really I am agender I have no gender or pronounce so any pronounce is ok with me

I am 14 so please don't any werid or sexual things or saying to me

English is not my first language at all so if I do make a mistake or a erro I am sorry about it

What i will write:

○ reader x canon.

No nsfw here sorry as I am minor and for minor characters and none-minor characters can be romantic and platoinc except kids they will be only platoinc.

I can write fluff angst sometimes because my heart can't take it lime it isn't really nsfw but a bit only heat kissing.

I have types of fluff angst lime.

type of fluff: fluff pink fluff means soft, purple fluff mean very soft and comfy, blue fluff means comfort and hurt.

Type of angst: blue angst mean a bit sad and hurt, red angst means a lot of hurting and fighting ( no beatings only screaming, black angst means fighting and almost breaking up and hurting.

Type of lime: there only one type of lime is just kissing.

My type of readers:

○ female reader

○ child reader

○ male reader I can't will write good for a male reader or gender neutral reader so yeah but I will try because there rarely any male reader x canon

○ gender neutral reader

I can do girlxgirl boyxboy girlxboy really even poly ●V●

You guys can ask for canon x reader or ask me anything really and you even just talk to me vent do really anything here

What I will not write:

No rape no nsfw no any kinky

No reader x child or oc x canon sorry for the oc x canon not the reader x child no canon x child reader at all

I think the it here.

Fandom I write for:

Kny obey me danganronpa geshin impact devil butler with black cat nijisanji jp and eng tnp

Some of you guys maybe not know what is devil butler with black cat is a game or love game is a Japanese game kinda like black butler is on the app store or play store for moblie for PC I idk really know

So this is done with my information about me and my blog so yeah :D so bye bye I hope we can along

Bye bye

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scummy-writes · 2 years

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(I’m not sure if you’re comfy with girlxgirl stuff or not since I didn’t see it in ur rules— so if you’re not please ignore this!) ((also this is just a thirst (which I think you’re accepting..? But I could be mistaken (sorry if I am)))

But like. Imagine going drinking with Arthur as he’s about to meet with one of his skirts— but then asking to join them… omg.

You seduce this beautiful skirt and then. Make Arthur watch as you do a better job at pleasing her than he does (even without being a vampire smh)—

Anyways. It was just a thought that I found amusing. I love reading your works and I’m always excited to read new ones! Have a good day!!

I'm not too sure what you mean by 'thirst'- do you mean just sharing some fantasies you've had with the characters? I'm not really a confessions blog, but I don't mind talking with anons about fun stuff like this. You're free to clarify what you meant if you'd like, also. Weirdly, I think Arthur would probably be into that! I don't think he has a problem with 'shows' or a threesome, as long as everyone agrees to it. He might find it as a fun 'competition' to who could make her feel the best. I agree that it would also be fun just to see how he reacts to doing a better job than him (maybe he'd seek some tips? hahaha)

Arthur does rely on the bite a lot, it sounds like, to make others feel good. I would say he doesn't need to, but he's mentioned definitely using it to his advantage to make others feel good. Easily showing him just how well someone can please a woman without fangs interfering would be a good reminder to work with his 'natural' abilities more ;)

(aka, Arthur pls the bloodloss probably makes partners conk out a lot faster than they'd like, which means less time for them to feel most of the pleasure, take notice of that--- T_T)

Outside of jokes, it's really easy to imagine. Maybe the pretty skirt sits between the two of you, and you both take turns trying to woo her and get her riled up, just to end up taking the game outside to a nearby hotel and see who can have the most fun. I think he'd certainly be down for that.

On a different note, I don't mind girlxgirl. It's not something I talk about often due to the games having male suitors, and the MC established as a woman. I don't write it often in general due to some issues related to my ptsd, and also primarily because the suitors are guys and there hasn't ever been requests for a fem!suitor instead of male.

If something makes me uncomfortable, I'll point it out in whatever format I receive it in. I usually try to be nice about it.

#smut #replies

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bang-exo-tan · 7 years

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"Etched Hearts and Broken Parts": Preview/Prologue

Tags: Soulmate AU, angst, romance, poly romance, EXO

They estimate that it was around 25 years ago when it probably started, around the time you were born. Soulmates. Children being born, growing up, and telling their parents that there was a name on their body that only they could see. Teenagers meeting a stranger with the same name, hearing their own name said by the owner of the ghost writing, and tattoos forming where the invisible monikers once stood.

“Somehow activated by hearing your soulmate say your name” you remember one scientist said on late night television. It was during the time when hundreds of cases of tattoos on minors started popping up. “You’re children aren’t lying, they really do see a name on them,” TV Psychiatrists would say on the talk shows your mom used to watch.

Name. Name. Name. NAME. Just hearing SOULMATE made you sick to your stomach. You knew from the first time you told your mother. With the way she looked at you, the way she didn’t believe you, you knew. At seven years old, with two names written in invisible ink on your wrists… you knew that you were broken.

~*~

You grunted as you put your bag down at the entrance to your apartment. The bag was weighed down with what felt like 50 pounds of headphones, and cables. You shuffled off your work boots and slid yourself down to lay on the cold floor which might not have done much for cooling you down, but it still felt good. You felt your white tank top sticking so tight to you from sweat it might have to be surgically removed, your black, and green plaid shirt was splayed out on the floor almost giving you angel wings and your rolled cuff blue jean shorts (which at the beginning of the day fell about an inch above your knees), had ridden so far up your thighs, they might as well be underwear at this point. Being chubby and in the heat is never a good combo.

“Don’t get your nasty sweat on the floor, I just mopped this morning,” your best friend scolded as she walked down the hallway and stood in front of you. She was in her normal lounge at home outfit, a black t-shirt, and heather grey leggings. You were in direct eyesight with her teddy bear slippers, and you poked one of the bear’s nose before sliding across the floor and crawling on the couch. “Tough day?” She asked as she set your head on her lap and ran her fingers through your hair.

“We got a bunch of newbies who didn’t know how to work any of the equipment and the client was almost an hour late. Apparently, she was with her soulmate and lost track of time AND it was an outside set. In the Summer! Do they realize this is KOREA, it’s hot as hell here! I sat by Satan on the subway ride home!,” you scoffed and scrunched your nose.

“I can understand wanting to spend time with your soulmate, but still that’s no excuse,” she said the coolness of her hand felt good on your forehead.

You heard the chime of the door opening and instantly jumped off the couch and started making your way down the hall. “I-I’m uh, going to go and take a shower, I-I-I… I feel gross,” you called out as you ran into the bathroom and locked the door. Yixing got off early today, you thought to yourself as you ran some cool water. You felt your heart start to ache and tears attempt to come to your eyes before you shook them away and got in the shower.

“Where is she?” you heard Yixing ask. His question was followed by pots and pans clanging around and the sound of plastic grocery bags crumpling. While the bedrooms were sound proof, everything else in the tiny apartment wasn’t, and it amazed you how well sound carried from the kitchen, down the hall, and into the bathroom.

“She went to take a shower, she’ll be out in a bit. They made her work in the sun all day! I should call that boss of hers and give him a piece of my mind,” she rambled. You figured she had probably taken a seat at the kitchen bar like she always does. Since they met, she’s always loved to watch Yixing cook… among other things.

“Did you ask her yet?” He asked.

“No, not yet. I was going to but, it’s so hard to bring up. Maybe we should both do it,” she said.

“Eh… it might be… awkward if I’m there. But yeah, we should both ask her, since we’re both part of it anyways,” he said. “But not today. Not when she’s tired. Maybe this weekend?”

“Yeah that would be great,” she said, “I’m so nervous.”

I guess it’s time, you thought. They’re going to ask me to move

~*~

“It smells delicious,” you said as you walked out of the bathroom still towel drying the hair on your head. The water was falling down your neck and down your cleavage which was made all the more prominent due to your sports bra. Your Harley Quinn raglan tee was damp at the shoulders, and your black pajama shorts were sticking to the inside of your thighs. You looked over at your best friend and Yixing who were just staring at you. “What? Does it not taste good?”

“No, it’ll taste good. I didn’t let this one touch anything, so it’ll taste good.” He winked at you as he pinched your best friend’s cheek.

“Hey! I’m not that bad! I swear, if you weren’t my soulmate I’d-,” she caught herself as she looked at you.

“Will you stop acting like that already?” You tried to laugh it off, “You make it awkward when you do that.” Your attempt at dispelling the awkward moment only magnified it, and the same atmosphere continued all through dinner.

“I’m probably going to be late getting home tomorrow,” you said as you cleaned the last dish from dinner and made your way to the living room. They were seated on the couch, cuddling and watching tv, another routine they had acquired after becoming soulmates.

“What? Whyyyyy?” your best friend whined as she moved Yixing’s arm from her shoulder and turned from her spot on the couch to face you.

“Apparently some celebrity couple has come out with an announcement and now I have to go with a crew to film their interview.” You said as you bent down and looked in your bag of cables to make sure everything that you would need for the next day was there.

“But you were supposed to have the day off! We were going to have a girl day!” She whined again.

“I know but… my boss says it’s pretty important and we’re really lucky to get this interview. I don’t really have a choice.” You sighed as you zipped up your bag and made your way towards her. “I’ll ask for a day off after tomorrow ok?” You tried to appease her by ruffling her hair. “Listen, we have to set everything up in the morning. I’m going to go ahead and go to bed.”

“Goodnight,” Yixing turned around and smiled at you awkwardly.

“Yeah. Night,” You returned just as awkwardly and made your way to your room.

~*~

“Celebrity couple reveal that they are missing a piece! Famous producer, composer, and lyricist Chanyeol and his soulmate, actor and model Jongin, formerly known as Kai claim to have a second soulmate!”

Yixing stared wide eyed at the television screen while his soulmate let out an audible gasp beside him.

“You don’t think, that’s not them… tomorrow. She’s going to…” just the thought of it shocked her and she couldn’t form any complete thoughts.

“It’s ok,” he said as he pulled her onto his chest and rubbed her back. He could feel the anxiety seeping off her and her heart was about to beat out of her chest. “Don’t worry. It’s not them, it can’t be. Don’t worry. I won’t let anything like that happen. I promise. She’ll be fine. We will all be fine.”

He reassured her but something deep down inside told him that he needed to do something. That they needed to do something, and fast.

#exo soulmate au #exo #soulmate au #exo poly #chankai #chankai x reader #chubby oc #exo smut #exo k #exo au #angst #exo angst #chubby!reader #will eventually have boyxboy #maybe even girlxgirl #if you can think of a title please tell me lol #kpop soulmate au #also if you this is good or stupid or whatever please tell me #i live for comments

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multifandhoem · 4 years

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server collab || i

Server Collab from the Haikyuu HQ server with the prompt: Mirror fuck.

A/N: i apologize already to everyone reading this. It is LONG.

Genre: fluff, smut, a little bit of angst

Warnings: girlxgirl, girlxboyxgirl, it’s polyamory people you get it, some cursing, dom!Hanamaki, dom!Kiyoko to some extent, a bit of switch!Kiyoko, sub!Reader, anal stuff, toys, double penetration, oral everywhere, praise kink (is that a warning?), no actual mention of the word but.. anxiety, teeny tiny bit public stuff, mirror sex (duh)

Word count: 11.402 (i am sorry)

Gripping the straps of your backpack tighter you stepped into the hall of your new university, the bustling and shuffling of all the new freshmen and welcoming upperclassmen intimidated you a little bit. The girl that stepped infant of you seemed like an angel sent from heaven, something to concentrate on in this sea of new information.

Her talking to you was probably mandatory. But after looking at her and not believing your own eyes after realizing the immense beauty she possessed made you feel special that you were the one receiving attention from that goddess.

She introduced herself as Kiyoko Shimizu, a college senior, who wants to inform you about all the things you could do to put emphasis on yourself in college, especially if working and/or studying in a male-dominated environment.

You could hear your heart beating in your ears, desperately trying to snap out of the daze you were in to actually engage in a conversation with her.

“What about potential jobs in my field?” You feared you were rude by interrupting her, but you had to blurt it out before the courage left you again.

And the way her eyes lit up at the question of interest, fumbling her phone out of her pockets and basically thrusting it into your face. “I can tell you in detail if you want! Over coffee! Today or tomorrow, whichever you prefer!”

You didn’t even like coffee. And you had plans for the next days. But you still couldn’t stop yourself from eagerly typing your number into her phone, telling her you’re free whenever.

Kiyoko messaged you two hours after you’ve left the venue, only walking around with your head in the clouds after the encounter with the pretty girl, which was also smart and seemed interested. A jackpot.

She asked you if you were free the next day at noon and you replied embarrassingly fast, agreeing to the time and place she picked out. You would even grab something to eat together! Not just coffee! Did this classify as a date? You were more or less fresh out of high school, taking a gap year in between to take internships, travel, and really decide what major to choose.

And now this drop-dead gorgeous woman wants to have lunch with you.

Kiyoko told you to call her Shimizu in the first fifteen minutes of your lunch date. She laughed at your awkward jokes and even wiped some crumbs of your cheek. You talked about the ways how you could get a job in your field and she gave you helpful tips, but you also talked about everything else. Favorite foods, childhoods, family, and so on.

Your nervousness faded the longer you talked and you really started to be yourself around her, especially when you left the small diner to just aimlessly walk around, chatting the whole time. It wasn’t until the end of your meet-up when everything came crashing down.

“I have to go now, every Thursday it’s movie night for me and my boyfriend and today it’s my turn to pick! But we should totally do this again!”

Of course, it was too good to be true. She hugged you with blushy cheeks, keeping her hands on your shoulder after distancing herself again. “Where do you live? I’ll walk you home!”

“Oh, that’s not necessary. I live on campus, it’s close by!” You tried not to let your hurt show in your words.

Why were you even hurt? You met for the second time today. You didn’t even know her. Your stupid hopes were to blame. You turned around quickly, throwing her a half-assed smile before hurrying back home to have a frustrated cry and then hopefully getting over her.

— — —

“15 minutes later and I would’ve been legally allowed to choose!” Hanamaki Takahiro waved his favorite comedy around with a cheeky grin, standing up to press a kiss to Kiyoko’s lips when she kicked her shoes off and placed them neatly onto the shoe rack next to the front door.

“I’m going to change, then I’m ready.” She gave him another peck, before sauntering off into their shared bedroom, fingers already tugging on the blouse she had tucked into her jeans. “How was the lunch date with your junior?”

Makki plopped back down onto the couch, spreading his long limbs, waiting for his girlfriend to come back. “Good. We talked a lot, she’s really nice. And very cute, too.” At that, he perked up. “Yeah?” The door to the bedroom opened again and Shimizu came out, now clad in sweatpants and a loose shirt. “Yeah. Reminds me of Yachi a bit. But in a hotter way, you know?”

“In a hotter way? Tell me more! You should invite her to the apartment sometime!” With a big grin on his face, Makki pulled her closer to his chest, after she finally put her choice of a movie into the DVD Player and sat down onto the couch.

“Maybe I will. She doesn’t really know anyone here in Tokyo. Maybe we can invite Mattsun, too. Or Iwaizumi. Maybe some of the Karasuno boys. But only Sawamura or Koshi, the others are too wild.” Makki had to laugh at that. “You just said she was hot and now you want to play matchmaker?”

“Let’s talk later and watch the movie. But I really want to do more with her. She’s nice.”

“And cute in a hot way,” he teased her, before concentrating on the starting movie.

— — —

When Shimizu messaged you and invited you for dinner at her place you nearly died a little on the inside. That was until you remembered the boyfriend. But did it really matter?

You still don’t know her fully, having only met her a couple of times. And you had great conversations the times you’ve met. Maybe you should get over your teeny tiny crush you imagined for the girl and just try winning her as a friend.

You regretted it a bit when she asked if it was okay if her boyfriend and a friend of his joined you. But you still said it didn’t matter.

So here you were, the bottle of mediocre white wine in your slightly shaking hand in front of the building. Shimizu had sent you the address the day before, also telling you which floor and apartment so you slowly entered and made your way up the flights of stairs, to not be sweaty when appearing in front of her doorstep. Unfortunately for you, it wasn’t her who opened the front door when you finally rang the doorbell.

The man had a bright grin in his face, looking down on you with an unusual amount of interest.

“You must be, Y/N, right? Nice to finally meet you, Mizu has been talking a lot about you!” I extended his arm in a friendly manner, even though he seemed more like the hugging type.

Maybe Shimizu had told him that you weren’t that keen on first-time skinship.

“I’m Hanamaki, but you can call me Makki.” He started talking again and only then you realized that you had not said anything yet. “Sorry, I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you, too!”

Why did you introduce yourself again? He already knew your name. Stupid.

But he practically beamed at your response, stepping aside to let you in. “Come in, come in! Mizu is in the kitchen. I’m going to show you around for a bit. Well, it isn’t big anyways. As you can see we’re in the living room.” He seemed a bit nervous, but maybe you were just misinterpreting him.

Shimizu interrupted him by coming out of an archway, hugging you in an instant. “I am so happy to see you again! How are you?”

You felt your ears burning, being this close to her, but still managed to stutter out a response. “I’m fine, I think I’m kind of getting used to living alone.” Shimizu smiled at you approvingly. “Well, if you need help with anything, don’t be afraid to ask. Even if- oh shit!” Ringing from the room, you presumed it was the kitchen, interrupted Shimizu and she was quick to dash back there, leaving you alone with Hanamaki again.

It was quiet only for a second before he was talking again. “Well, there is the kitchen. The apartment is pretty small really, through this door is a small hallway, our bedroom is on the left and the bathroom on the right.” He opened the door to the small hallway, pointing at the two doors while talking.

“Ehm... Hanamaki-san.. is there a place where I can put this?” He blinked at you for a second, before his eyes darted down to your hands, which still clasped the bottle of wine between them. “Oh shit! Sorry, sorry, I’ll take it and put it in the refrigerator. That’s what you’re supposed to do with white wine, right?” He beckoned for you to follow him into the kitchen, where Shimizu was busy cutting away. You immediately felt a bit more relaxed around her and it seemed as it was the same for Hanamaki-san.

“By the way, you really don’t have to call me Hanamaki-san. Just Hanamaki or Makki is fine!” The grin on his face was inviting and even though he didn’t seem that much as you type, you still found him attractive at that moment. Lazily leaning back against the counter, eyes focused on you, and grinning in such a friendly but still with a teasing edge to it. You nearly forgot to answer. “O-okay, Makki-san.” He playfully rolled his eyes at the honorific but decided to leave it at that. You had to chuckle a bit at his antics, missing the content smile that adored Shimizu’s face while she was watching you over her shoulder.

“Can I help you with anything, Shimizu-san?” You felt bad that she was the only one working, now stirring the pot she had added the freshly cut vegetables into. “No, no, it’s okay! I’m nearly finished, anyway, I just need to add the stock and then this will have to cook for a while.” She threw you a dazzling smile and to accentuate her words, she poured a jug of liquid into the pot, putting a lid halfway on afterward and setting a timer.

You knew that it would still take a while until you would start eating together. But it still felt weird being here without any purpose.

“Let’s go back into the living room!” Hanamaki gently laid a hand onto your back, pushing you back into the biggest room of the apartment while Shimizu washed her hands. “Do you want to open a bottle of wine?” Shimizu called after you and you made an affirmative noise. “For me a beer!”

Hanamaki and you took a seat on the couch, he was comfortably spread out while your position was still a bit stiff. You didn’t know him after all.

“Wait, babe, you should’ve said something!” He shot up again, helping Shimizu, who balanced two wine glasses and a bottle of beer in one hand and a wine bottle already in a cooler in the other. “You could have used your head!” The jab could’ve been snappy, but the playful tone softened in a way that made you understand their relationship for the first time.

They must’ve known each other for a long time.

“How did you two meet?” The question escaped you before you could hold your curiosity back. “I managed the boys' volleyball team in high school and Hiro was on our opponent's team,” Shimizu explained while giving you a filled wine glass. “I nearly hit the other manager of her team with a stray ball.” Hanamaki giggled at the memory. “Mizu here saved poor Yachi and I went over to apologize and well, as they say, the rest is history!” He blinked exaggeratedly at Shimizu, who just scoffed with a smile. “We didn’t really start talking until we moved to Tokyo. And then I met him on my way to the convenience store and we decided to talk a bit.”

It was so normal and simple. But still very romantic in your eyes. “Like we were meant to be!” Hanamaki dramatically threw himself back onto the couch, his now opened beer bottle securely in his hand. Shimizu took a seat in the armchair slightly across from you and you felt kind of weird, separating the couple like that. But both looked content, you didn’t want to destroy the atmosphere by doing something awkward.

Knowing you, it would happen sooner or later anyway.

But at least for the next few minutes, you had peace, engaging in various small talk with the two of them, gradually relaxing and even cracking some jokes on your own, much to the delight of Hanamaki. And as the lightweight you were you could already feel the glass of wine, admittedly, you had downed that very quickly on a near-empty stomach. But you didn’t mind the relaxed atmosphere. Not worrying about everything you did or said was quite soothing for a change.

“Oikawa was pretty dumb, you know one time…” Hanamaki interrupted himself by laughing and seeing his eyes crinkle in joy made a dreaded warmth bloom in your chest. You were reminiscing on your old high school days, Hanamaki being at it with stories from his team captain for the last twenty minutes. When he wanted to start again, still gasping for air, the doorbell interrupted him, and an excited look shot across his face. “Mattsun!”

With a huge grin on his face, he darted across the room to the front door, opening it in an abrupt motion, to showcase the tall dark-haired male behind it for a second until he was already engulfed by Hanamaki. Both men hugged for a solid minute until Hanamaki ushered the other one, Mattsun apparently, in. Shimizu had also stood up to hug the newcomer, leaving you kind of awkwardly standing by the side. “That’s Y/N. She’s a friend of Shimizu’s and a freshman!” Thank god for the wine or you would’ve nearly passed out when Hanamaki suddenly threw an arm around your shoulder and pressed you into his side.

“Hi, nice to meet you! I’m Matsukawa Issei. Hiro and I went to high school together.” The tall stranger extended his hand towards you and you shook it with a friendly smile on your face. “Nice to meet you too, Matsukawa-san.”

After Matsukawa had finished his first beer, you and Shimizu were nearly down with the bottle of wine, the timer rang from the kitchen, indicating that the sauce was finished and the meat was perfectly tender.

Eating something felt good, it cleared your head a bit from the alcohol, especially the glass of water you had next to your wine helped. Matsukawa was a bit quieter than Hanamaki but still held an active conversation. Shimizu however was another story. She was much quieter than when you met up with only the two of you, silently observing everything going on at the table and only occasionally adding her thoughts. You liked it. It would be overwhelming to have multiple different opinions voiced at all times. And getting to know something different about Kiyoko Shimizu was always a pleasure.

Matsukawa and Hanamaki were joking the whole time, making you snort into your glass more than once, but you got rewarded by the proud smiles they sent your way. As the second bottle of wine slowly disappeared into your’s and Shimizu’s stomach, the men cracked their third or fourth bottle of beer open when everyone was more than stuffed with the delicious dinner Shimizu and Hanamaki had conjured.

“So, I would say we load up the dishwasher, and then we wait a bit before dessert or else Mattsun will blow up.” Hanamaki stood up and started collecting all of the plates, ready to take them into the kitchen. “Damn right, I will,” Mattsun grunted affirmatively but stood up with everyone else to make the cleanup faster.

Shortly after you were all huddled in the living room again, the couch now more crowded with Shimizu, Hanamaki, and you, while Matsukawa took up the armchair, dangling his legs from the sides. If you would shift just a bit, your thighs would be touching Shimizu’s. But you tried to contain yourself. It would only make everything uncomfortable for everybody around.

It was weird sitting there with them. You anticipated feeling left out, they all knew each other since high school and you only got to know two of them today. Yet everything fell somehow into place. Shimizu’s occasional giggle or when she added something to the stories the other two were animatedly telling, Hanamaki’s touchy personality, where he hit you continuously every time he laughed too hard, apologizing afterwards, still with a glimmer in his eyes and Matsukawa’s jokes he cracked.

The evening turned into nighttime and sooner than not you were growing tired, yawning every other minute, head slightly dropping down only for you to catch yourself again.

“Aw, baby, are you growing tired?” In the past hours, they had teased you about being the youngest, all of them being two years older than you. Shimizu had once even described you as her baby, obviously not knowing what it did to you. She even asked very concernedly if you were alright when your face looked like a blazing tomato.

You could only nod at Hanamaki’s words, rubbing your eyes and standing up, a bit wobbly on your feet from sitting so long and the amount of alcohol you had consumed. “I’ll call it a night then. Thank you for inviting me.” You shot a smile at Shimizu and Hanamaki, turning to Matsukawa right afterwards. “It was nice meeting you!”

“Likewise!” You shared a quick hug before you made your way over to the door, to slip into your shoes. “I’ll walk you home, it’s already late.” Hanamaki surprised you a bit when he also slipped into an oversized bomber jacket and worn down sneakers, grabbing a set of keys and patiently waiting next to the door.

“No, no, you really don’t have to. I’ll be fine,” you tried to convince him, only receiving an unimpressed stare as an answer. “It’s better like this. It’s dark and you drank something. But still text me when you get home, okay?” Shimizu embraced you in a long hug, swaying you around very slightly while you nuzzled your face into her shoulder.

“Makki?”

“Yeah?”

The fresh air had done wonders to sober you up and now you had been walking alongside Makki for a while, engaging in a bit of small talk but it had been quiet for the last few minutes. “What do you do for a living? I just realized you never said anything.” He chuckled at your question. “I thought something serious was coming. And I work as a real estate agent. I like working with people and so on, but I don’t think it’s something longterm. I’m honestly considering just dropping everything and getting professionally trained in pastry making. Maybe even going to culinary school, who knows.”

The smile he shot you was different than the others you had seen from him. It was rawer, more gentle than his usual teasing ones. “Really? I can actually see it, I mean the small raspberry cakes were amazing! I don’t think I’ve ever tasted anything that delicious before!”

His smile widened at that and he straightened up a little bit more. “That was nothing! You should taste my creampuffs. They are my favorite, that’s why I make them so often, they’re kind of my specialty,” he admitted and scratched the back of his head. “I’ll make them for you next time. You should come over soon anyways. Shimizu likes you. Usually, she doesn’t talk that much when we have people over.” You looked at him surprised. Shimizu talked even less usually? Does that mean you weren’t wrong when you thought you had a special connection?

A blush crept across your face at the thought but you quickly tried to dismiss it again. “You know, you’re pretty cute.”

Remember when you tried not to blush that hard. It’s not working. Not at all.

“You can’t say something like that!” Wildly flailing your hands around did nothing to help your flustered state and that strawberry idiot had the audacity to laugh at you!

Apparently, the alcohol hadn’t cleared up as much as you had thought, or else your heart wouldn’t hammer so loudly against your chest.

Luckily your building was coming into view, hopefully freeing you from your embarrassment. “But I’m serious, we should do something together again. Soon. If you want, Mattsun is still here tomorrow, we could hang out again. Or well, anytime you want to hang out, I’m sure you just have to give us a call and in like 95% of all cases we’re down.” He scratched the back of his head again. “Oh.”

That kind of surprised you. It was already a wonder that Shimizu, the hot senior girl, talked to you for more than a second. But now her equally hot boyfriend wanted you to join them more often. You weren’t anything special, why would they want to hang out with you? They for sure had other friends.

“I am free tomorrow if it really isn’t a bother.” You had to take your chances right? Even if hanging out with the attractive couple would probably make your heart go into overdrive the entire time.

“Of course it’s not a bother!” His step was a lot more feathery, that was until you came to a stop in front of your building, him stopping a couple feet in front of you, turning around with a questioning expression on his face.

“That’s my building,” you explained, vaguely gesturing towards the entrance. “Okay, alright. Do you need me to walk you up to your room? It really would not be a bother!”

“It’s okay, there’s security. But thank you for walking me. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?” Saying goodbye felt kind of weird.

“Yeah, sure, I think Shimizu will text you the details, if not, I will!”

After a goodbye hug which lasted way too long to be considered normal, you parted again, with him watching every step you took towards the entrance hall.

“Y/N! Over here!” Shimizu was waving her arm around for you to spot her easily. As if it wasn’t easy enough already with Hanamaki and Matsukawa towering over her and literally everybody else. “I’m so happy you could make it!” Shimizu clasped your hands in hers, pressing them unnecessarily close to her chest, in your opinion. Had nobody here respect for your poor heart?

The group had planned to do some shopping before Matsukawa had to grab his train back to Miyagi. It was quite fitting anyways, you needed some new clothes.

Matsukawa left after a few hours, hugging every one of you for goodbye. You had offered going home too, not wanting intrude on their couple time, but both of them were adamant about taking you with them. So here you were, looking at some clothes while Shimizu was in the aisle behind you and Hanamaki was roaming through the dresses next to you, after you had mentioned you wanted some. “What do you think about this?” Shimizu reappeared in your aisle, holding up a dress for you to look at. “Well, it’s pretty, but I don’t know if it’ll suit me..” Cue to the dress being thrust into your hands. “You never know until you try!” You kept on browsing for a while until you and Shimizu disappeared in two changing cabins with Hanamaki waiting in front of them in the designated seating area.

“It’s pretty, but a bit short I guess. I mean, if you bend down you would flash literally everyone.” “If it were tighter around the waist it would be a better fit.” “That’s good, but not elevated. A nice dress for your free time, you know?” Hanamaki was a surprisingly good shopping companion, giving insightful comments to everything you and Shimizu tried on.

“Oh, this one looks so good!” Shimizu was already finished, now sitting outside with her boyfriend, looking at you with wide eyes as you came out with your personal favorite. Hanamaki’s eyes shot to Shimizu for a second, before landing on you again. “You look hot!” Shimizu nodded in agreement. “You have to take that!” You blushed at their comments, fingers toying with the hem of your dress. “Are you sure? Isn’t it too much?” To be fair, you were fishing for compliments a little bit. It looked really good, but it was also kind of expensive. Not that expensive where you have to gasp when seeing the price but it wasn’t classified cheap either. “Yeah, take it. Hiro is right, you look stunning.” The way Shimizu talks is as if she’s always stating facts does something to you. Especially when she was praising you like that.

After those two days you spent with them, your hangouts became much more frequent. If your schedules aligned you would eat lunch with Shimizu in the cafeteria, Hanamaki would pick you up in his car when the weather was bad, driving you to your dorm or occasionally to their apartment. You had stopped feeling weird about hanging out with them on your own. They were a great couple to be around, not overly touchy, and just respectful of you being there.

The worst part was by far the fact that your initial attraction to them had blossomed into a full-grown crush. It didn’t help at all that Makki was a touchy person, often throwing arms around your shoulder or your waist, sometimes cuddling up to you on the couch on movie night every Thursday. But you didn’t want to let that have any impact on your friendship. Not only were they really great friends, but it was also pretty helpful as a freshman in a new city to have older friends from college and work life, who could help you with some things where you would usually have called your parents in frustration. So you just kept it to yourself, blushing every time when Shimizu nuzzles her face into the crook of your neck or holds your hand to not lose you in a crowd.

You still wouldn’t have it any other way. Being with them like this was enough for you, especially since they liked babying you as the youngest. To be honest, you thrived in the attention you were receiving in those moments.

One time you were cooking together and you had cut your finger, it wasn’t anything deep, really, but you bled a little. And both of them immediately huddled around you, cleaning your finger and putting a plaster on the cut, all while Makki was holding you and Shimizu was cradling your hands, even pressing a small kiss on the cut.

But at the end of the day, you were still only friends while they were a couple. Even if you wished it was different.

“Here, little one. Here, babe.” The kiss Makki pressed to the crown of your head startled you. Usually, it was Shimizu who showed her affection like this, and feeling his lips on your head made a heat blossom in your chest, all the way up to your face. He did the same to Shimizu, setting two small plates with sweets in front of you, together with a new jug of lemon water.

You shot him a thankful smile, even though the redness on your cheeks was probably still prominent.

It was leading up to finals week and you and Shimizu were studying alongside at their kitchen table, trying to push every last drop of information into your overflowing brains.

Makki was also pretty busy since he decided to really quit his job and start an apprenticeship at a bakery in the midst of Tokyo.

“You should take a break, babe.”

“Yeah, Mizu, you’ve been studying for hours, come join us.”

Makki and you were trying to coax Shimizu into joining you on the couch to relax a bit before going back into studying. You had finished the course you wanted to revise today and called it a day since it was already late, but Shimizu was still going strong, not even pausing once for anything other than going to the bathroom.

Makki threw you a look when Shimizu didn’t respond and in a second he hurled her up into his arms, forcefully carrying her over to the couch. You giggled a bit at the picture, skipping behind them to sit on the other side of Shimizu, throwing your arms around her. “What are you doing? I need to study!” She was squirming in your holds but it only made you hug her harder. “No, you need a break. Let’s order pizza and cuddle.”

Makki chuckled at your words. “That’s a perfect idea. You can still study afterward, okay babe?” Shimizu slowly gave up in your holds and an idea came to your mind.

Before your courage left you again you moved a bit and pressed a small peck to her jaw, something she had done to you countless times.

A gasp escaped her and she looked at you with wide eyes, making you blush instantly. “I’m sorry, I thought it was oka-“

And suddenly her lips were on yours. The sensation left before you could even blink. Your eyes were fixed on the dark-haired girl in front of you, who nervously bit on her lip, then they shot to Makki. And he smiled. Why was he smiling? His girlfriend just kissed someone else in front of him?

Nobody said anything for a while and you felt like you were going into overdrive. You didn’t feel like you could move and the beating of your heart was prominent in your ears. What was that supposed to mean? Was it a friendly kiss? Why were they looking at you like that?

“I- I mean we, we kind of like you, you know.” It was Shimizu who finally broke the silence, nervousness evident in her tone. What.

They liked you? You? Out of all people? And where were they going with this?

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I thought you were interested, too. I didn’t want to ruin anything!” Tears were appearing in her eyes and your heart broke a little at the thought that you were the reason for that.

“I- know- I mean I like you. Both of you. But- why?” You finally managed to push some words out of your mouth, still not believing what was happening. “Why we like you? Oh, Y/N, you’re like so nice, and cute, and you’re always there and brightening up our lives! In the beginning, we thought it was just an attraction, but over the past year it became so much more than that.”

One of Makki’s arms left its place around Shimizu and he gently cradled your face in his hands. “We would like to try being in a relationship. With you. Like all three of us, together.”

This was a dream. It has to be. There was no way they would sacrifice their normal relationship to do something like this with you.

“Can I kiss you again?” After you didn’t answer for a while, Shimizu shyly spoke up again. “Please.” If it was a dream you could at least live it to its fullest.

This time you kissed her back, pushing yourself against her until you all fell against Makki, who leaned back and let you make out on top of him.

Softly, Shimizu’s tongue started prodding at your lips and you opened your mouth a bit too willingly, ready to take whatever she was willing to give to you.

“Can- eh- me too?” Makki’s eyes were big and hopeful when you parted and surprised you turned your head towards him. They said they both liked you. But it was still unbelievable.

You leaned down, either way, to connect your still wet lips to his’.

You don’t think you’ve ever been that content as you were now.

“So, you want to try? The relationship? With us?” It had taken a while until you were finally able to disconnect your lips from theirs, as soon as you finished kissing one, the desire to feel the other one would arise. “Are you sure?” You felt dumb as soon as you asked the question and Shimizu’s small giggle only confirmed your fears.

“Of course, we’re sure. We’ve talked about it for months since we weren’t sure how to introduce you to the topic without it being like weird or overwhelming.” Makki pressed another kiss to your lips, chuckling at the way your face lit up afterwards. “Is that a yes to the relationship?”

“Yeah, of course! I mean.. I really like you.” They cooed at your words and immediately you were getting covered in kisses again.

“Do you want to stay the night?” The question made you tense up. Even though you had moved to the bedroom to continue your kisses in a more comfortable way than with one of you nearly falling off the couch, you still didn’t think you were ready for something sexual. You couldn’t believe everything was real yet anyways. “Not in that way. Like, just sleep,” Hanamaki was quick to correct himself.

Despite being friends with them for almost a year you had never stayed the night alone. Once, three other people from their high school days, Daichi, Nishinoya, and Mattsun, stayed over after all of you went partying, but every other time Makki or both of them had walked you home since your apartment was only a 20 minute walk away.

“I- yeah sure.” Sleeping and cuddling were fine. And you wanted to live out this dream for as long as possible. “I’ll give you a shirt of mine and some shorts from Mizu! Do you want long or short stuff?” Excitedly Hanamaki jumped off the bed, leaving you cuddled up in Shimizu’s arms. “Short, please.” Shimizu and you also stood up, once Makki had everything laid out, leading to a slightly awkward moment, whether you would change here or separately. “I’ll head to the bathroom.” You didn’t quite feel comfortable shedding everything right now so you used the opportunity where none of them offered something else.

When you came back, both of them were already in their sleeping attire, too. A sting of jealousy hit you right in the heart, at the thought that they had already seen each other naked and once again your brain reminded you of the fact that they were already in a relationship for more than three years, making you just the new awkward add on. But they immediately took you back into their arms and it was like all your worries disappeared.

“I can’t stop kissing you.” To emphasize his words Makki pressed little pecks all over your face, making you giggle. “I can’t believe you’re ours now.” Shimizu looked at you with big loving eyes, squeezing your hands for a second.

“Well, let’s continue our earlier plans. Pizza and cuddles, right?”

In the weeks to come, you didn’t have as much time for them as you would have liked. Hopefully, after your last exam that would start to change, especially since you were getting kind of needy. There were only that so many times how often you could wake up with Hiro’s boner pressing against your ass without him doing anything, other than maybe grinding up into you when you started a small make-out session. You really wished that would change once you all had more time on your hands.

“Congratulations on finishing all your exams!” Shimizu engulfed you in a hug before you even had time to shout your hello’s. “Thank you, Mizu.” You giggled excitedly, the euphoria of finally completing all your exams overwhelming your emotions. “What do you say we go on a date? We never went on an official one, so we can do that once Hiro’s off work.” You nodded excitedly at her offer, pressing your lips to hers. You were becoming addicted to their kisses, never being able to go long without them when they were in close proximity of yours.

It didn’t take long until her fingers were tangled in your hair and you were pushed back on the couch, her other hand roaming over your body, but being careful not to touch any of your intimate areas.

Only when you obviously ground up into her hands she tentatively took one of your boobs into her hand, squeezing it experimentally. It wasn’t much but for your touch starved body, it was enough to enlist a small moan.

“We should wait for Hiro, baby.” She was a bit breathless when she sat up and withdrew her hand from your boobs. “Don’t pout. Go shower and get ready for our date, I’m going to make reservations and inform Hiro.” She fully crawled off you, leaving an empty feeling behind but you still complied. “Where will we go?” Your voice was a bit hoarse from not talking for the last 20 minutes and you coughed a little to get it back.

“Something fancy. Do you have fitting clothes here?” Smiling she leaned down again to kiss you another time, much shorter than before and that made you realize that maybe, she was equally addicted to you.

“I have some dresses but I don’t know if it’s really fancy. Maybe I’ll have to go home for a bit,” you admitted. “That’s okay baby if you do your makeup here, how much time do you think it’ll take?” If you already knew what you were going to wear it shouldn’t take long. But maybe you had to iron it for it to really look good. But probably a max of 20 minutes. “I don’t know, 20 minutes maybe if you help me pick something out.” Shimizu chuckled and the sound alone was enough for a smile to emerge on your face. “We will join.”

After her promise she sent you to the bathroom with a slight tap to your butt, sending tingles up your spine with the short contact.

You really hoped that she got the hint that you wanted to do something more. You would probably be to shy to ask them directly. And you even shaved every hair on your body that wasn't necessary in your opinion. You wanted to be at your best for them, cleaning especially thorough down there.

Never in a million years would you look good next to the goddess named Kiyoko Shimizu. She had an enticing lipstick on and you never wanted anything more than to kiss it right off her. Her body was adorned by a black midi dress with a slit at the side and a dangerously low cleavage.

“Shimizu you look so good!” You couldn’t stop gaping at your girlfriend, hands running over her sides, smelling her sweet perfume. “Thank you, baby!” She pressed a soft kiss to your lips, careful to not destroy your makeup.

“Shit, I’m so lucky.” Hiro was staring in awe when leaving the bathroom, his eyes trained on Shimizu, whereas your eyes couldn’t believe what they saw. In what world did creampuff loving Hanamaki Takahiro have a body like that?

He was fresh out of the shower, only clad in tight black boxer briefs, ruffling through his hair with a towel. It was like a painting. And when he came over to give Shimizu and you a kiss on the lips you once again realized how gorgeous those two people were. And then there was you.

“Do you have any idea what you’re wearing yet? Thanks, babe.” He took the grey button-up and the black pants with a slightly checkered pattern Shimizu ironed earlier out of her hands with a huge smile.

“Noo,” you wailed and dramatically fell back onto the bed, pleased with yourself once you heard them laugh. “I’m sure we’ll find something amazing. You look hot either way. You already do, now. I could eat you!” Shimizu jokingly pulled you closer to the edge where she stood by your legs, hovering over you only to press a feather-light peck onto your lips.

Hiro chuckled at the way you shuddered and shot you a knowing wink once your eyes met, making you blush a deep rose.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been here.” Hiro and Shimizu looked around interested, even though your small room was not that great at all. “It’s nothing special.” You got a bit shy at the way they were inspecting everything in great detail, leaning down to analyze every picture.

“What do you think of this?” You tried taking their attention off your family picture you had on your desk, holding up a dark green trouser with a black blouse. “It’s cute, definitely a contender. I would have to see it on you, though.” You nodded in agreement, laying the outfit down carefully on your bed, which has been nearly unused for the last month. “What about this?” Your next choice got a unified shaking of heads and after the third failed attempt you didn’t know if there was anything left in your small closet that was to some extent suitable for today.

That was until you pulled the last dress out. Personally, you probably wouldn’t have gone for it out of fear to be overdressed, but Shimizu and Hiro were delighted. “That’s it. You have to wear that! We’re going to be the hottest group in Tokyo!” Hiro was especially enthusiastic but he got quiet real quick when you shyly pulled your sweatshirt over your head to change into the dress. It wasn’t as if you had other choices. You didn’t want to change in the bathroom down the hall and your room didn’t really have any other options.

“Fuck, baby, give a man a warning next time, will you?” Both of them moved closer to you, hands starting to roam your body, pressing the occasional kiss to your shoulders. “You’re so beautiful, baby.” Shimizu’s fingers played with the hem of your sweatpants, helping you out of them. “We have to go to the reservation, don’t we?” Hiro’s voice sounded pained and he pulled back his hands from your body. Shimizu followed his example, giving you room to continue changing. Now overly aware of their eyes on your body you slipped into the dress, turning around in a silent request for someone to pull your zipper up.

“God, you’re hot.” To hear something like that from Shimizu, the equation of a goddess was unreal and in an instant you blushed again, hand moving up to fix your hair, which didn’t need any fixing at all.

“But there are some panty lines visible.” Hiro’s comment made all eyes fixate on your private region and the lines on the side of your hips. “Do you have any other underwear here?” You shook your head at Shimizu’s question. “I already chose the one with like the least seams. “I don’t think we have time to go back to the apartment or else I could’ve lent you some.” Shimizu seemed deep in thought and even though the thought of wearing Shimizu’s underwear made you feel some kind of way, you only had one possible option in mind. “I could take them off.”

“Do you need anything else? A coffee maybe? Or another drink?” The waiter in the restaurant was reappearing, after taking your empty dessert platters back. “No, thank you. Just the check please.” Hiro’s hand felt hot on your thigh. It hasn’t moved since the main course was finished, occasionally giving it a squeeze.

When the check arrived and you wanted to fish your wallet out of your bag the hand squeezed you again, harder than before. “It’s okay, baby. I’ve got it. This is a celebration for you, after all!” You didn’t order anything of the most expensive stuff, but you still felt bad at him spending money on you. “You don’t have to, you know? I can pay for myself!” He silenced you with a smile and just gave the waiter his card, not letting you see the amount under the line.

“Thank you, really. You didn’t have to pay for me.” You took both of their hands in yours, squeezing them to really show your thankfulness. “Baby, we wanted to. On top of that, splitting the check would’ve taken too long. I’m quite impatient, to be honest.” Shimizu smiled at you knowingly, only making you blink dumbly. “Impatient?”

They both laughed at that, Hiro opening the car door for you and Shimizu as you reached the vehicle. “Knowing that you don’t have any underwear on is killing me on the inside.” He murmured into your ear and immediately you felt heat engulfing your entire body. Flushed with embarrassment and excitement you took your seat on the backseat.

Only then you realized that both of them seemed pretty tense, hurrying already in the restaurant to go home as soon as possible. You had thought that maybe they had another thing planned and apparently you weren’t that far off with your assumption.

Nervousness was laced in every step you took up to their apartment. “Hey.” You jumped a bit when Shimizu laid a hand on the middle of your back in front of their front door and turned around to face their concerned expressions. “We don’t have to do anything, you know that, right? We can stop at kissing, we can go all the way or something in between.” You nodded. “I want to.” Your voice was quiet but certain. And as soon as you said that she kissed you in a way she hadn’t kissed you before. The prior make out session probably came the closest but with this kiss, you could feel every intention was to get you naked and writhing underneath her.

Hiro gently pushed you through the now opened door, feeling you up at the same time.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous. And so filthy. Going out without your underwear. How did it feel knowing you were sitting in that room full of people?” His hand sneaked over your backside, squeezing and pinching every bit of flesh available.

“Did you ever think what you were doing to us? If it was me without any panties I would’ve for sure creamed on the chair with how wet I got at the thought of you.” You whimpered at their dirty talk, unable to form an answer, only trying to make them feel what you felt, hands carefully groping at Shimizu’s breasts, hips rutting into Hiro’s crotch.

“Come on, baby, go to the bedroom. Today’s about you.” They followed you closely, closing the door behind themselves.

Immediately the feeling in the room was different. You turned around to face them and came to face with Hiro unbuttoning his shirt and helping Shimizu out of her dress right afterwards. It made the fire of anticipation burn even hotter in your chest. Their hands soon were back on your body again, this time even slightly dipping under your skirt, caressing your bare thighs. “Turn around.” You nearly missed the murmur of Shimizu against your collarbone if it weren’t for her turning you around herself. She pulled the zipper down excruciatingly slow and you felt goosebumps appear all over your body at the way the dress slowly slipped from your figure, different pairs of lips covering every newly exposed skin in light kisses.

They led you towards the bed, making you lay on your back. It felt weird, having your lower half uncovered but still having a bra on. Apparently, Hiro thought the same thing, releasing you from the garment. “You’re dripping,” Shimizu noted, dipping a finger between your lips and coating it in your essence. “Give me a taste.” You didn’t know you could get even hornier just by watching Hiro lick your arousal from your girlfriend's finger. “Please.”

Both of them looked at you with a smile on their faces and Shimizu brought her finger back down, softly rubbing at your clit, enjoying the way your body twitched at the small shots of pleasure. “Adorable,” Hiro commented, perching himself next to you on the bed to dedicate himself to your boobs, nipping and licking away at your nipples.

Your hands twitched towards Hiro, wanting to touch him, too, to do something other than just laying there, but they were immediately swatted away. “Next time, baby.”

You wanted to protest, but Shimizu’s finger slipped into your cunt, wiggling around and making you gasp in surprise. “Hiro, babe, you should continue, you have bigger fingers and we really want to spoil our princess, don’t we?” He pressed one last kiss to your breast, leaving your abused nipples to let his hand wander towards your pussy, not giving you any time to adjust but just pushing his pointer finger inside and relishing in the way you moaned. “Shimizu. Please. I want to do something!” Your breathing became more uneven by the second but you still weren’t content with just laying there doing nothing. “If you’re a good baby and come soon you can eat me out while Hiro fucks you,” she offered you, making your hips twitch towards Hiro’s hands, to speed up the process. Him fucking you with his finger felt good, but you would need more than one to come. “More fingers, please!” He complied with a chuckle and added a second one.

“Greedy little baby.”

He fastened his pace too, varying between just thrusting his fingers and scissoring and curling them, making all kinds of noises escape your mouth. Shimizu straddled you backwards, facing Hiro and hovering her cunt in your field of vision but just out of reach. You could just grab her and pull her back towards her face but as soon as your hands even twitched by your side Hiro let out a warning growl. “Don’t even think about it or I will tie you up while I fuck her on top of you for hours.”

You whimpered at that, crying out in surprise when suddenly Shimizu began rubbing your clit again. The combined stimulation was already making the knot in your stomach form. You would’ve never thought that just looking at Shimizu’s pussy would do that much to you. You could see her folds glistening and it looked downright delicious. If you breathed in deeply you could even smell her.

She intensified her rubbing on your clit, leaning down more to take her tongue into the action, lapping at your bundle of nerves without hindering Hiro in his moves. Your moans got louder and you became more and more breathless by gasping for air the whole time. And when Hiro added a third finger, thrusting into you even harder you were done for.

Spasming under Shimizu’s weight they didn’t halter their movements, holding your legs open to continue.

Hiro hadn’t even pulled out his fingers completely when Shimizu was already moving back, thrusting her pussy into your face, making you lap up her juices like a starved man. You couldn’t hold back your moans at the way she tasted, relishing in the deliciousness.

“Here babe.” Hiro thrust his fingers into Shimizu’s mouth, making her gag and as a result her pussy clenched around nothing. How bad you wanted to just finger her, maybe fuck her with a dildo, make er feel good. But you were scared they were going to stop completely when you disobeyed.

All your thoughts vanished when Hiro suddenly pushed his whole length inside you, making you moan loudly against Shimizu’s cunt. “Fuck, you’re doing so good, baby, please keep going, I’m going to cum soon.” She started rutting against your face, trying to rub her clit against your chin, while your whole body shook with every thrust Hiro delivered.

“Fuck, baby, you’re tight. You’re practically milking me!”

The overstimulation was going to your head, you were already feeling another orgasm approaching. The attempt to rut your hips against Hiro’s was quickly diminished by his large hands holding you down onto the mattress.

“You look hot, babe.” You could practically hear his grin out of his voice, feeling Shimizu chuckle. Then there were two new sensations. Two fingers slipped between your chin and Shimizu’s clit, rubbing figure eights, as well as on your clit. The pleasure was building up more and more, you couldn’t even try to decipher whose hand was whose, you just wanted to chase your high and apparently they shared your sentiments, since this time nobody intervened when you met every thrust of Hiro with your hips.

You were the first to come with a loud cry against Shimizu’s cunt, still trying to stick out your tongue to maybe provide her with more pleasure. Shimizu followed with a guttural moan, a new gush of wetness releasing all over your face, getting greedily lapped up by you.

She climbed off of you not long after, chuckling at your whine when Hiro pulled out. “On the floor, on your knees.” Both of you complied instantly, waiting next to each other as he started jacking himself over your faces.

It didn’t take long until spurts of hot semen shot across your faces, partly landing in you awaiting mouths. “Fuck you look good like that. My girls. I’m so lucky, shit.” He lovingly caressed your chins with his thumbs, pushing some of the excess cum into your mouths.

You already wanted to swallow, when Shimizu turned your head towards her, connecting your lips together and mixing your spit and cum, probably tasting herself in the process.

When you parted again Hiro looked incredibly proud, helping you back to your feet. “You both did so well. Lay down, I’ll get a towel.”

You had often cuddled with Shimizu, but feeling her naked skin against yours was a whole other feeling. But you weren’t complaining. And when Hiro joined you, too, after having cleaned up your faces and lower parts, it was as if everything was perfect.

You didn’t know why it hurt so much, seeing them walk up the stairs arm in arm. Of course, they were having dates on their own. You sometimes hung out with one of them at a time, too. But something about them being all dressed up and in love without you made pain shoot through your chest.

You had a really bad day, the weather was shit and you had woken up late, nearly missing one of your most important lectures, only forgetting your umbrella and coming to university wet from the rain, in sweatpants without having brushed your hair and without any makeup on.

And now seeing your boyfriend and girlfriend happily coming back from a date after not answering your calls if one of them could pick you up because of the weather, it hurt.

You couldn’t help the tears that shot into your eyes and in an instant you tried to escape the oncoming situation, dashing towards the elevator, pressing the button to hopefully disappear before they saw you. “Y/N?” Shit. That worked out perfectly. You rushed into the elevator, not being able to repress your sob, immediately pushing onto the buttons that closed the door and the ground floor. “Y/N!”

Your eyes met for a second and you could see them taking hurried steps towards you when the doors closed. As soon as you were out of their sights the tears didn’t stop falling, the painful twinge in your chest getting stronger by the second. Gasping for air you tried to not cry before being back in your room, which you wouldn’t have for long, anyways. You had been in a relationship for nearly a year and it was in the planning that you would move in with them soon, but you weren’t so sure if you wanted that anymore. You always felt like the add on, especially with them living together and you spend at least two nights a week at your own place before morning classes, since your way to university was shorter that way.

What you didn’t expect as soon as the doors opened again at the ground floor was Hiro, nearly taking four steps at once, flying down the stairs to pull you into his arms as soon as you even stepped out of the elevator.

“Please don’t leave.” His voice was strained as he mumbled the words into your ear and at that moment every resistance you had broken down, tears falling freely, soaking his black button-up as you shook in his arms.

You couldn’t even try to form any words to explain yourself, to bring yourself to turn away, everything that escaped you were loud sobs as he slowly maneuvered you back into the elevator and pressed the floor of their apartment. He was stroking your back constantly, pressing kisses into your head in-between mumbled shhh’s.

When you were back in front of the apartment the door was already open, Shimizu waiting with a worried expression, rushing towards you as soon as she laid her eyes on you, making you cry even harder.

They settled you onto the couch, caged in their arms without any of you saying a word.

“Baby..” You were shocked to see tears streaming down Shimizu’s face when you looked up to meet her eyes. How could this affect her?

“I’m sorry,” you finally brought out. “I don’t want you to feel sad!”

“Baby, you have nothing to be sorry for. What happened? Did we do something wrong? We didn’t have any connection in the restaurant and when we tried to call you back you didn’t answer.” They had called you? Did your phone die? It must have. You didn’t hear any ringing. “I’m sorry,” you repeated.

The way they were clinging onto you made you feel incredibly loved. You already didn’t understand how you could ever think they didn’t love you. They had shown you multiple times how much they cherished you but your doubts always got the better of you as soon as you were alone.

“I’m sorry! I- I had a bad day and then you didn’t pick up and I thought you were tired of me.” Finally, you could give them an explanation. And show them that you really had to apologize for jumping into conclusions and making them worry. You didn’t deserve them.

“Of course we love you, Y/N. We love you so much, I can’t even comprehend sometimes how I can love somebody as much as I love you and Shimizu.” Even Hiro was crying, his face still buried in your hair.

“But you’re so perfect! And I’m me. I always doubt myself and need constant verification for everything.”

“That’s the point, though. You’re you. And we love showering you in affection. At least for me, it makes me feel like a goddess, being able to put a smile on your face just by kissing you and giving you handmade lunch for uni.”

“But you are a goddess,” you pouted, making her laugh slightly.

“Let us show you again.” Hiro lifted his face, hands cupping your face to wipe your tears away, softly kissing you. “Please let us show you.”

“Look at yourself, Y/N. You’re beautiful. You’re everything we could ever want in a girlfriend.” They had stripped you bare and sat you on the bed, facing the big mirror on the closet doors. Shimizu was kneeling on the floor between your spread legs, softly kissing the inside of your thighs, smiling at you through the mirror. “Caring for you, making you come, seeing how you’re desperate to please us, and follow our command, it makes us happy. There’s nothing I would want to do more.” To confirm his words Hiro took your hand to rub it over his hard length without allowing you to grab it. “And seeing you cry was horrifying, to be honest.” Immediately you felt bad at Shimizu’s words. Your puffy red eyes were still a constant reminder of that, practically mocking you in the mirror. “So let’s make you cry because of a different reason.” You couldn’t even try to think about what she meant when she dove right in, lapping at your pussy with long strokes of her tongue, nibbling on your lips every now and then.

You moaned in pleasure, closing your eyes and leaning back against Hiro to really relish in the feelings. “Keep your eyes open, baby. Look at us pleasuring you. Look at us enjoying it.”

You opened your eyes again and they immediately fell on Shimizu’s face. She was looking up at you from your cunt and you could see so much adoration in her eyes you already felt tears of shame prickling in yours at the memory that you had ever doubted them.

“Babe.” Shimizu got alerted through Hiro’s call and you also looked in the mirror to see what he was doing behind you, moaning when you caught sight of the double-ended dildo you had often used with your girlfriend, sometimes with Hiro joining in, sometimes with him only watching, sometimes with him only being able to enjoy the aftermaths when he was coming home to you two being completely wrecked, the dildo lying forgotten on the floor.

“You want us both today?” Shimizu licking her lips after departing from your pussy made you moan again and you nodded wildly only for her to dive right back in, this time lowering herself quite a bit. Hiro adjusted your position, spreading your legs further and making you slide farther towards the edge of the bed so Shimizu could continue prodding at your asshole with her tongue. “I can’t wait, please, finger and lube.” Hiro laughed. “Help her, then.”

Shimizu detached herself again, moving to the side a bit so you could have the full vision of yourself in the mirror, your own fingers toying with the tight muscle, slightly pushing in even without lube. “Don’t be greedy, baby.” Hiro took it upon himself to take the clear gel and let it drizzle over your fingers, generously coating them. Taking the finger was much easier now and in a matter of minutes, you had two of them in, your arousal only heightening when having eye contact with your partners through the mirror.

It was unusual for them to be this quiet, normally endless praises would be falling out of their mouths. “I’m ready! Please!” You hadn’t prepared yourself as thorough as usual and by a cock of his eyebrows you realized that Hiro knew that, but he didn’t say anything when he heaved you onto his arms, hovering you over his erect dick.

“Fuck, I love your ass.” He was nearly halfway in and you felt more stretched than you ever had all the other times you had taken him like this. Your thighs twitched and you slipped even further down, when Shimizu pushed one of her slender fingers into your dripping cunt, wiggling it around slightly. “Don’t be impatient, Mizu. We have time. Look at our princess. She’s dripping.” You moaned at his praise and thanked every god that Shimizu didn’t interpret Hiro’s words as a command to pull her finger back out. “She’s gorgeous. Looking so pretty with her ass filled.” She pressed more kisses on your thighs, only stopping when red bites and bruises were littered across them.

Hiro slowly pushed the last inches in, letting out a guttural moan when he was finally fully buried within you. Shimizu took that as her cue to start moving her finger, adding a second and third one after a couple of seconds before finally taking the dildo into her hand, holding it up to your mouth. “Don’t just lick. Take it in.” You complied, taking as much of the double-sided dildo into your mouth as possible. “Hold.” She let go from the other side, moving out of the way for you to have a full view of yourself in the mirror again.

“Look at you. Maybe I should just fuck myself on your mouth, leaving your little cunt empty. Would you like that?” You tried shaking your head without letting the dildo falling out of your mouth. Your pussy was aching to be filled. Tears were already forming in your eyes from the constant strain on your throat, but the proud smile on Hiro’s face only showed you that this was exactly what they wanted to do. Make you cry out of pleasure.

With one hard tug, Shimizu pulled the dildo out of your mouth, not caring about the trail of spit that fell down your face and chest. The power with which she shoved it into your cunt made the first tears escape your eyes as you yelped in pleasure. “Fuck, yes, please, Mizu, more!” She looked happy with her accomplishment and then she sank down onto your cock, taking the other side of the dildo deep into her mouth until her nose touched your clit, nuzzling it a bit just to toy with you, shaking the dildo doing so and making you shake out of pleasure at the same time.

She didn’t repeat that maneuver often, the small drops on the floor already evidence enough that she was equally as impatient as you were.

“Look at yourself. Look how two people are fucking you at the same time.” It was hard to see anything clearly as soon as Shimizu sank down onto the other side of the dildo and both of them began to move, Hiro gripping the middle of the dildo to make it thrust in and out of both of you in an equal pace. “Still think you’re not loved?”

“No, no! I am loved, I love you, both of you, so much. I’m so sorry I thought otherwise. I love you, I love you!” You couldn’t chant anything else, the pleasure being overwhelming, tears streaming down your face even though you were not sure if that was out of happiness or pleasure. “I- I love you too, baby.” Shimizu’s movements got even faster and she kissed you with all of her heart, shoving every ounce of love in there.

“Fuck, baby, I’m going to come. Your sweet ass is making me come. I love you so much, baby, shit.” Hiro’s thrusts became harsher, making you snap up into Shimizu, all three of you groaning and moaning while desperately trying to hold on to each other.

As announced, Hiro came first, filling your ass with his cum, stilling afterwards but still slightly thrusting the dildo between you and Shimizu.

You didn’t know who of you came first, just that both your movements suddenly stilled, clasped in absolute pleasure, connected at your most intimate parts.

“Look at you. Does that look like someone who isn’t loved?” You tiredly raised your head, drinking in the picture before you on the foggy mirror.

It didn’t. Hickey’s were littered across your thighs, Hiro’s come was slightly dribbling out of your asshole and onto his only half-hard dick, Shimizu was covering your top half with her’s, the dildo lying on the floor forgotten, both of your holes still twitching, wetness coating your cunts and thighs. It didn’t look like anyone of you was not loved at all.

“Thank you.” Your throat was dry from moaning too much and you swallowed a couple of times before continuing. “I’m sorry again for doubting you. I know you love me a lot. I always know.” You kissed both of them and shot them a smile, hoping that they were going to forgive you.

“Stop apologizing. Everybody has those days from time to time. The most important thing is that you know now again.” Shimizu was nearly sleeping but you couldn’t blame her, the post crying and post-sex exhaustion catching up to you.

Not much later you were all cuddled up on fresh sheets after taking a short bath to clean yourself from all the sweat, cum, and lube.

“I love you, Hiro. I love you, Shimizu,” you mumbled contently smiling at their similar answers. Maybe this really was paradise. You may not deserve it, but you certainly weren’t complaining.

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yami-writes · 3 years

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if your asks are open & my request isn't too much. could you write a secret relationship one shot with mina & a skater fem! reader? so like the bakusquad wants to have a movie night, but like mina declines since girly had a date with her cute skatergirl planned on that day already & like she snitches out to the date & like both of them snitch into minas room later & cuddle & kiss, reader on her lap clinging like a fucking koala on her & how her classmates would find out, react. please my bisexual ass needs more girlxgirl content here, espacially with the mha girls 😔✊

(✨) paring(s) — Ashido x fem!skater!reader (⚠️) warning(s) — none! (🔖) word count — 2.3k (💌) yami's note — yuhh fr tho 🤧 we need more mha girls but dw i gotchu 😌✨

“What? Why?” Kirishima questioned, poking his head out from behind Bakugo, “We’ve been planning this for weeks! You can't just flunk on us like this!!” Kaminari exclaimed, causing Mina to rethink the amount of time that went into tonight's now somewhat ruined plans “Aha~ yeah... sorry about that guys. Maybe another time.” she scratched the back of her head.

Mina was about to leave before being stopped by a hard grip on her wrist “Oi, raccoon eyes. You better have a good excuse for this.” Bakugo glared, his crimson eyes almost seemed as if they could pierce holes in her soul. ‘Why does Bakugo of all people care!?’ She fumbled on her words, trying to find a reasonable excuse that would reward her the get-out-of-jail-free card without spilling the beans on anything private. “Uh- well- I uhm…”

“Bakugo, leave her alone. Forcing yourself into her business isn’t very manly of you.” Kirishima chimed, ‘Right before I was about to get blown to bits! Thanks, Kirishima!’ Mina sighed in her head, before checking the time. 2:54pm. She promised to meet her date at 3pm.

Before anyone knew it, Mina was dashing down to the common room and out the door, almost appearing as a pink blur to everyone around her.

“Wha-what was that??” “I think that was Mina~” “Where is she going that fast!?” “I don't know,,” “Mina’s fast but I didn't think she would be able to pull off those kinds of speeds.” the class-A girls conversed, wondering in concern what's got Mina in such a rush.

“Shit! I'm gonna be late! This isn't even the first time!!” Mina panicked, still racing over to the park the two of you had planned to meet at.

Mina recalled the time she came almost 20 minutes late to a date because she didn't know what to wear, digging through her closet to find something she thought you would like. Dresses, skirts, sweaters, shorts, jeans, you name it, she probably tried it.

To say the least, Mina was nervous.

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Mina continued to race towards the park she had agreed to meet at. Her pace began to slow as her stamina got closer to reaching its limit. “Hey, Mina!!” she heard a familiar voice call out. “Y/n!! Hi!” huffed out as she came to a stop. Mina took a moment to gather her breath, her hands on her knees as she pants. “Did you seriously run all the way here from your dorm?” y/n questioned after a minute of silence.

“Of course I did! I didn’t want to be late,,, again.”

“You’re a riot.”

“Thanks!”

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The weather outside was nice and the view the park offered was wonderful. Flowers of all sorts bloomed on the flowerbeds. Mina could see daffodils, tulips, alliums, sunflowers, all of different colours. The clouds created gorgeous patterns in the sky, larger ones blocking out the sun and giving the area a slightly darker atmosphere, nobody seemed to mind though. Trees shaded parts of the park, most of the adults seemed to linger around there, watching the children play together.

Mina and y/n took a seat at one of the benches that was shaded by a tall and broad tree, the smell of nature flowing around it, their hands intertwined. Mina wasn’t the best in some compartments, but one thing she is good at is conversation. It's hard to find a dull moment with her, maybe that’s why people like being around her so much. y/n definitely wasn’t at her level when it came to social skills but the conversations between them flowed so effortlessly, the two of them just seemed to click in the best way possible. Two puzzle pieces that were meant to be together, created to be together.

“Hey! Mina, look!!” y/n pointed to an ice cream parlor across the park, a small line of children with their parent’s 5 dollar bills in their hands “Let’s get popsicles!”

“Sure! Last one there has to pay!!” Mina ran off towards the parler.

“Hey-! No fair!!” y/n ran after her, taking an extra moment to pick up her skateboard, the thought of riding it to pass Mina not crossing her mind. Mina was a fast runner, most of the men in her class not able to compete without their quirks, same thing goes for y/n. It was possible her skateboard wouldn’t even be able to put up a rewarding fight.

Mina waited by the parler, almost mockingly stretching her arms as she waited for her date to catch up. “Took you long enough~!” Mina giggled

“Yeah yeah, whatever,” y/n got out a $15 bill from her pocket before immediately having it taken from her hands. “I was joking! Let me pay instead!” Mina pleaded “I wanna make it up to you for coming late,”

“Babes, you were a minute late..”

“I made you wait an extra minute!! And what about all those other times I-” Mina was cut off by the Parler man clearing his throat to get their attention. She shoved her money onto the counter before ordering y/n’s favourite flavor and a strawberry popsicle for herself. The Parler man took the money before opening his parler and handing them the requested flavoured popsicles.

“Thanks, sir!” Mina chirps before taking y/n’s hand, bringing her back to the bench the two of them were sitting at before. The two of them unwrapped their cold treats, enjoying and sharing them with each other.

Conversation continued to flow between the two, time quickly passing by. Parents began taking their children home, young adults began walking home from their jobs, the city seemed alive.

Wind blew on the three branches of the park, a chill starting to coat the air.

“It’s probably gonna get cold soon, maybe we should get inside.” y/n proposed

“Yeah... Hey! You should come to the dorms!” Mina was quick to suggest, she’s always wanted to bring y/n to her room. The idea of having y/n close to her body, sharing snacks and watching funny videos on instagram always brought warmth to her heart. The idea of getting caught never really crossed her mind.

“Are you sure? Your classmates are definitely gonna find out.”

“No they won’t, I promise!”

“Mina, they’re heroes-in-training…”

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When mina was set on a decision, it was hard to get her to settle for something else, that’s something y/n’s learned many times. Mina dragged her partner to the UA dorm buildings, planning out loud what they could do together. Face masks, tiktoks, nails, and dancing are only a few of the activities that came into question.

“I like the sound of face masks, I've been needing one for a while, my acne’s been acting up.” y/n groaned. “Dancing also sounds pretty fun, do you have any new playlists?”

“I always have new playlists! Plus, Jirou recommended me some new songs the other day, her music taste actually isn’t that bad,” Mina giggled, “For a goth, that is.” y/n laughed at her comment.

Mina talked about her classmates often, sometimes even gossiping about them. She never said anything hurtful, though, it was usually just a few mentions after finding something that reminded her of them. She once found a icyhot packet in the store and went on about this hot and talented guy in her class, a frog jumping around near a pond caused her to ramble on about her friend Tsu, and the taste of a tea served to her at a cafe reminded her of the tea her friend Momo would serve at the tutor sessions she hosted.

Soon enough, the couple was standing in front of Heights Alliance, preparing a plan to get inside without being noticed. “Everyone’s usually elsewhere at this time, probably in their rooms or off training or something~” Mina opens the door to the building, “We should be good.”

Mina peeps her head inside, making sure no one was in the common room before she proceeded. She motioned for y/n to come inside, before walking further inside the building. “C’mon, my room is this way!” Mina took y/n’s hand, passing by the common room and to the elevator. y/n couldn’t help but look around, she had never been in the Dormitories until this point, it was much nicer, and bigger, than she expected. The elevator ride was quiet, the fear of having classmates hear them while they continued their loud conversation through the halls on their minds.

The elevator stopped at the selected floor, Mina took y/n’s hand again before leading her to their destination just around the corner. “Here is it! Come on in!” Mina smiled before unlocking and opening her room door.

“Oh wow, so… pink.” y/n gasped “Yeah!! Do you like it?”

“Of course I do! Your whole room just reminds me of you, I love it!” y/n wrapped her hands around her date “And I love you too!”

“I love you more!!” Mina giggled, returning the hug. Her embrace was warm, warmer than one might expect, that might be the result of such a pure heart.

“Whatcha wanna do? I have a bunch of stuff here,” Mina pulls out a box from under her bed and begins to dig through it, “I have face masks and beauty supplies here, snacks and candy hidden around my room, we could also watch some movies or find a show to binge!”

“Face masks are a good idea, and I’m down to watch a movie while we wait for them to dry.” y/n gets down beside her on the ground, watching her sift through her box of stuff.

“Awesome! What movie should we watch? I have a bunch of DVD’s on my shelf but we could always find something on Netflix. Oh and pick your favourite face mask!” Mina presented about 12 different face masks for y/n to choose from.

“Oh~ I like that one! It’s my favourite colour, and it has a nice scent.” y/n picked up the f/c bottle, reading the labels on the back and admiring the smell emitting from it. “Nice choice! I’ll go with this one!” Mina holds up a pink, sparkly bottle with grapefruits and strawberries on the front. “This one’s my favourite, I use it all the time!”

“I can see why,” y/n laughs, Mina joining in.

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The two of them sat comfortably on Mina’s bed, y/n on her lap and arms wrapped around her. A movie the couple had agreed on plays in front of them on Mina’s laptop as they wait for their face masks to dry, sharing candy she had hid around her room. Mina occasionally placed soft kisses on y/n’s cheeks, jaw and neck, it was her favourite thing to do in this position. While Mina enjoyed receiving affection, she seemed to love giving affection even more.

Soon enough, the movie ended and credits began to roll, giving y/n and Mina a moment to stretch after sitting in one position for over an hour. “That was a good movie.” y/n said between stretches. “Yeah, I’m gonna recommend it to Hagakure, she’s been looking for good movies to watch lately.” Mina got out her phone to check the time, “We still have a few hours, wanna watch another one while we wait for our nails to dry?”

“We’re gonna do nails too?”

“Yeah!”

“Sure.”

Uhm i’m not sure how to continue and end this so i’ll do HCs for this part LMAOO

I gotta get better at writing smh

Anyways, after Mina took you to her dorm for the first time you started coming over more often

The two of you always have a shitton of fun when you do

Not like you ever not have fun with Mina

Although this one time was different~

Your skateboard had dirt and mud on it from riding after a storm, so you had left it by the door to avoid tracking any of it in Mina’s room

But it so happened Denki was walking by and found it in the hallway floor

And seeing it was outside Mina’s door he decided to not knock and ask if it was hers

He caught yall cuddling while binging your favourite anime

“Yo, Mina, is this skateboard you-”

He went 👁️👄👁️

After an eternity a few seconds of pure silence Denki’s like BHJNBHJVHJ WHO’S THAT???? AND WHY ARE YOU SO CLOSE TO THEM-??/?????

Mina sighs and explains the whole thing about how yall have been dating in secret and going on dates and stuff

The look on the boy’s face was literally surprised pikachu

Mina asked him to keep a secret but c'mon now we all know Mr. Kaminari cannot keep a secret for the life of him👩🏾‍🦯 big mouth headass

He told everyone.

the look on Mina’s face when Sero brought up her secret girlfriend the next day was priceless

“H-hOW YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT!?”

“Denki told me.”

Denki: *choke*

He knows he’s ‘bouta get his ass beat.

As for reactions, they’re mainly looking pretty positive ✨

Denki, kirishima, bakugou and sero are the first people to find out, and probably one of the only people Mina talks about you to besides the other class a girls

They’re happy for her (although bakuhoe wouldn’t admit it- he pretends he don’t care but c'mon we know better than that), and definitely wanna meet you sometime soon

All the class A girls and basically screaming

Cuz like- wHAT

How could Mina keep such a big secret grrrrr >:((

She ends up bringing you and the rest of the girls to her room to meet you

Expect expect like 30 questions from each of them about various different topics that may or may not matter

Remember the boys who didn't care about seeing the girl’s rooms in that one episode? Yea this squad is still on their shit🧘🏾‍♀️

Okay well they do care, just not as much dnjskbjdkn

Sato would bake you a yummy cupcake!

You ain’t neva eating something that delicious ever again just sayin~

Everyone else would silently wish to meet you one day

Tenya is probably the only person you should look out for

if you don’t have Aizawa’s permission to be on campus he probably won’t let you inside🖐🏾

aizawa don’t care tho so getting permission isn’t a problem

Overall, 1-A’s reaction to Mina’s girlfriend is pretty positive! 😗✌🏾

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lizzieislife94x · 4 months

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Its You (w.m)

Requested <3

GirlxGirl

WandaxFem Reader

NO under 18s 🤦🏼‍♀️🤣

Wandas POV:

I take a nice walk to the library it's nice out and I need to get out of the compound for a bit it was getting hectic in there some fresh air and a good book is what I need I take in all the sights along the way, feeling happy and content it's good to get out while I can, I start college in a little over a week and I've never really been to school before I'm smart really smart just never had the school setting so it's exciting but I have a feeling the work load will be a little stressful at the start before I know it I'm walking up the beautiful stairs heading into the library once I reach it I look around and smile a little as I take deep breath before wandering around isles looking for the perfect book I let my fingers skim over all the books as I walk along gently biting my lip in hopes of finding what I'm looking for.

Y/ns POV:

My eyes skim the books as I look for the book I'm looking for after a minute I spot it and smile I've been meaning to read this for the longest time I reach for To Kill A Mockingbird and gently pull it to me but feel a gentle resistance I look slightly confused as I stop and look through the gap and notice a stunning brunette at the opposite side I take the book and walk round to her side "hey I'm so sorry I didn't know you wanted this, here please you can have it first I don't mind waiting a few extra days to read it" I smile wide as I hand her the book and she accepts with the most beautiful smile I've ever seen "I don't mind if you want it first, I'm wanda by the way" she says reaching her hand out for mine I can't help but get lost in her beautiful green eyes as I take her hand shaking gently "I'm y/n it's nice to meet you wanda and honestly no its ok you read it first I can find something else do you maybe wanna go grab a coffee or something" I say with a smile as she nods shyly I quickly pick another book as we both head to check them out and head to the cute cafe across the street, I get us a table as we order our drinks "so do you come here often" I say making light conversation her eyes find mine as she plays with her rings "I've been twice now but I love it its good to come and relax I like to get a book to check out and spend a little time inside the library reading I feel like it's good to get a few hours of silence" she says honestly as the waiter brings our drinks I say thank you before turning my attention to wanda "I've been coming here for years and yeah I totally get what you mean I love coming in finding a nice spot and spending hours reading here" she smiles as I speak we spent the next few hours chatting getting to know eachother I have a feeling we're gonna be good friends, I find her insanely attractive but I know she'd never feel the same but she's an amazing girl from what I know and just getting to have her even as a friend is amazing "here take my hoodie you're shivering" I say handing my hoodie to her as we're sitting outside the cafe and it's getting late which makes me look at the time "oh my god wanda I'm so sorry I really have to go will you be ok getting home" I say getting up leaving some money on the table as she smiles "yeah ill be fine y/n thank you for today" I smile and we bid our goodbyes as I run to parking lot.

9 days later:

y/ns POV:

"Yeah mom I know listen I have to go I love you but if I don't leave ill be late for my first day back at college, ok bye I love you" I hang up the phone with a giggle as I grab my coffee and head to my car this is my second year back at college and I'm honestly so excited I make the quick 10 minute drive I got an apartment pretty close to the collage once I arrive I park up and grab my bag and phone I smile as I get out and see my 2 friends waiting for me "hey y/n" they both say excitedly as we all hug and walk to class chatting about what we done over break "guys hurry I really don't wanna sit anywhere near the front of class middle to back is fine" paige says as we all laugh and agree we walk in and sit 2nd row from the back as we fall into a comfortable chatter after 5 minutes we're silenced by our teacher he welcomes everyone back almost an hour into the class someone clumsily crashes through the door "I'm so sorry I'm sorry this is my first day I got lost" my eyes snap open to the voice no it can't be the teacher points her up to our row as I look at the empty seat beside me fuck she makes her way up to me as I look up at her and she looks at me a smile appearing on her face as she sits "it's you" I whisper "no way y/n hey" she whispers back before we get silenced I can't help but steal glances at her as we work once class is done we head outside I wait with paige and jade as they look at me confused "why are we standing here" jade asks "I met this girl at the library over a week ago we spent all day hanging out and she's beautiful and amazing and I'm waiting for her so if she's hanging out with us deal with it we have a new friend" they look at eachother and smirk while I look around for wanda I smile as I see her walk out "wanda hey over here!" She smiles walking over to me as she pulls me in for a hug I can't help but enjoy the contact and the smell of her hair is amazing "wanda these are my friends jade and paige, guys this is wanda" I say introducing them they all smile and say hello we spent the next few weeks together all of us hanging out jade paige and wanda quickly became friends too me and wanda hang out alone to spending time at the library or going for late night walks it was amazing.

5 months later:

Wandas POV:

"Yeah that guy Dan keeps asking me out and it's gross I don't think he understands the words I don't like men I like women" y/n says while laughing I can't help but feel a little jealous as I fake a laugh along with girls my feelings for y/n have grew so much stronger over the last few months when i first laid eyes on her I felt a connection but shook it off because she wanted to be friends and I wanted her in my life but when she talks about other people hitting on her or taking her on dates it upsets me it should be me "wanda you ok" jade says nudging my shoulder as I look at her "yeah I'm all good" I say faking a smile as I take a sip of my coffee "there's the waitress that always flirts with you y/n" paige whispers as she makes her way over to us "hey its y/n right? You guys come in here all the time" I feel my sadness and jealousy rising as y/n smiles and speaks to her "yeah what's up" she bites her lip and plays with her hair "I was uh just wondering if you wanted to go on a date with me I think you're breathtakingly beautiful" I see y/n blush as I look down nervously playing with my rings I think jade noticed I'm not sure though I don't think I can take hearing her answer "that could be fun you know what yes let's do it ill go on a date with you" as I heard her reply I stood up and put some money on the table as my eyes water I don't dare look at any of them "I uh I need to go" and with that I quickly run out of the cafe and start running along the side walk once I get a few stores away I slow down and walk as the tears spill from my eyes i should have made a move fuck "wanda! Wanda!" I turn and see y/n running after me once she catches up I look down "I'm fine y/n you have a date to go plan for" she stops me making me look up at her as she wipes my tears "whats wrong please tell me" I sniff and shake my head as she rubs my cheeks with her thumbs "is it because she asked me on date" I look at her and slap my hands against my sides "yeah, yeah it is OK I just I dont" I stop speaking due to the tears "wanda ill go back right now and cancel I'd rather spend time with you" I shake my head and start to walk "no y/n I'm fine why waste your time on a friend when she could be your future" she grabs my wrists and turns me to face her grabbing my cheeks gently "she's not my future my future is right infront of me" before I could let her words sink in she crashers her lips to mine in a kiss full of emotion telling us both what we've been to scared to tell eachother both of us pouring our everything into the kiss it feels like the world has stopped spinning and everyone else around us has stopped, once air becomes an issue we break away resting our foreheads together "wow" she breaths out as I smile "I have been wanting to do that since we met but I thought you only wanted to be friends" y/n confesses as I laugh a little "I've been the same and I thought you wanted to be friends" both of us fall into a giggle.

2 months later:

Y/ns POV:

Me and wanda have been dating for 2 amazing months after our amazing kiss and confessions I cancelled my date with the coffee chick and asked wanda to be my girlfriend and honestly its been the best 2 months every second with her is amazing all i could want and more this girl is my future.

AN: no smut bc it would have be mega long haha so I'm making this a 2 parter next part will be the fun haha on an unrelated note me and friends are booking a holiday to Turkey for next week so that's fun also unrelated I went for a bath forgot I had sun burn (a very warm bath) and almost screamed when I sat in the tub bc it stung like a bitch hope everyone has a great day/night �

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darlingyanderes · 4 years

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My lovely wife - Yandere!Uraraka Ochoco x fem!reader

@thirsthourdemon, here is my writing for day 5 of @yandere-sins‘s Yantober prompt list! In my bisexual disaster, I decided to write a girlxgirl yandere fic! I had a lot of fun with it, and it might have turned out a bit long hehe I hope you enjoy what I wrote for prompt 5: lead astray

Warnings: reader and uraraka are married, deception, hidden past, reader was isolated in the past, threatening, knife

Word count: 1455

Looking at the grocery list in her hand and the contents of her basket, (Y/N) confirmed she had all the ingredients, except one: a fancy wine.

Tonight was her and Uraraka’s second wedding anniversary. (Y/N) couldn’t be happier having someone as bubbly and sweet as her as her wife, so she wanted to treat her sweetheart to a nice homemade meal. Uraraka was always pampering (Y/N), but today, the roles would be switched, (Y/N) decided.

Passing by a stand of face masks on the way to the wine aisle, (Y/N) froze in her tracks and examined the products. Uraraka had work today, so she would be very tired when she gets home. When they first started dating in high school, they’d get together every month, do facemasks, eat ice cream, and sob at bad movies. Maybe they could have one of those little spa sessions today?

As (Y/N)’s hand was hovering over the brightly packaged masks, she heard her name being called out from across the aisle. When she turned her head to see who it was, she realised it was Kirishima, her old best friend when she was in high school.

Emphasis on ‘old’. They were like two peas in a pod and (Y/N) was sure their friendship was one that would last a lifetime. Until one day, he wouldn’t talk to her anymore. He ignored her in every way possible, even walking away when she was still talking to him. It had taken her years to let go of the pain that this brought her. The worst part is that she still didn’t know why he decided to stop being her friend.

But, being trapped by social conventions, (Y/N) had no choice but to smile politely and wave at him. Swallowing her feelings, she exclaimed: “Wow, it’s been so long! What are you up to nowadays?”

His toothy grin was still the same as it used to be. “Oh, you know, regular hero stuff. What about you?”

“Oh, I’m just a simple housewife.”

His eyes widened. “A housewife? Who are you married to? Don’t tell me it’s Uraraka?”

(Y/N) thought he meant this in a positive surprised way, as if he was happy to see her married to her high school sweetheart. However, there was an honest concern lacing his words.

Frowning a bit, (Y/N) answered: “Yes, I am, actually.”

He looked worried. “I don’t think she’s all who she says she is, (Y/N). Remember in high school, she had the biggest crush on you. Or well, it was more like an obsession. During class she’d always write your name with her last name, and hearts about it, stuff like that.”

(Y/N) nodded, unsure where he was going with this. “There are more high school girls that do that, I think.”

“It’s not just that. She actually threatened people. She told everyone at school to stay away from you, or she’d hurt them. She told me as well, she came up to me one day with a knife and warnings that she wasn’t afraid to use it against me or my loved ones. She knew exactly what their jobs and their schedules were, so fuck man, I was scared. I had no choice but to ignore you. It must’ve hurt so much, and I’m so sorry. I was dying to tell you all about this, but I just- I couldn’t. ”

Biting the inside of her cheek, (Y/N) averted her eyes to the ground. She wasn’t looking to dig up these emotional scars today.

His apology seemed sincere. Kirishima was never one to tell lies like that, especially extravagant ones like this. So, unless he had changed for the absolute worse, everything he said was right. The more she thought about it, the more she agreed with him.

It had all started very gradually; one day, a small group of classmates would avoid her. (Y/N) thought nothing of it, but eventually her entire class, and then the entire school including her best friends refused to talk to her. After the first year high school, Uraraka was pretty much the only person she spoke to. Her telling everyone to back off would be a logical explanation.

(Y/N) shook her head. No way. Uraraka, threatening people with a knife? The same Uraraka that bawls her eyes out when a dog dies in a movie, and can’t sleep without her trusty stuffed animal? Uraraka wouldn’t hurt a fly.

With a stern look and a voice to match her face, (Y/N) said harshly: “Listen, you don’t know anything about her, or me. If you really cared, you would’ve found a way to tell me about this. I don’t need to hear your lies after the shit you pulled on me, so if you’d excuse me, I have a lovely meal to cook for my lovely wife Uraraka tonight.”

With that, (Y/N) turned on her heels and stormed towards the cash register, leaving a flustered Kirishima behind. She wouldn’t allow him to tell her stuff like that.

However, when she was carrying the groceries back home, the thought of Uraraka threatening others wouldn’t leave her mind, no matter how much she tried to shake it off. To make it worse, that stupid redhead made her forget the wine and facemasks.

Even though the doubts had somehow managed to settles themselves in her heart, (Y/N) did her best to make a tasty meal and serve it nicely. She grabbed a bottle of wine they’d been hiding in the back of a closet for special occasions and filled up two glasses.

Just as she was pouring the second glass, an exhausted Uraraka entered the house. (Y/N) didn’t notice her yet, so Uraraka decided to sneak up on her.

Tiptoeing closer to her, she eventually hugged (Y/N) from behind, almost making her drop the glass and the wine. With an innocent voice, she said: “Happy anniversary, sweetie.”

(Y/N) turned around to face her. “Happy anniversary.”

Uraraka gave her a kiss on the cheek. When she noticed her favourite food on the table and the tasty wine bottle that was opened, she squealed: “Oh my God, you did this for me? It looks so great! Thank you so much, this is so sweet of you?”

“I bet it tastes even better than it looks,” (Y/N) said with a wink.

As they sat down to enjoy their dinner and have a nice banter, Kirishima’s words wouldn’t leave her mind. What if it was true what he had said? He didn’t seem to lie, after all.

When a silence fell, (Y/N) laid her cutlery on her plate and asked hesitantly: “Hey, so I have a question. I ran into Kirishima today and he told me… he told me about high school, and what had happened. He said that you threatened to hurt people if they talked to me, but there’s no way that’s true, right?”

(Y/N) followed her question with a laugh that was a little bit too loud. She quickly reached for her wine glass to occupy her hands.

When she glanced over at her wife, she could see a very serious look on Uraraka’s face. She’d only rarely seen her like this. Uraraka thought about her words for a bit, before replying: “What about it?”

“What do you mean?”

Uraraka began cutting into the meat on her dish with rough movements. “He’s right. They were taking up all your attention, while you should be paying attention to me.”

As she was talking, the knife in her hand cut more aggressively, until it was scraping the plate below it. Finally, she sighed and stopped her movements. “So I did what I had to do, and it all worked out in the end, didn’t it?”

Uraraka smiled sweetly and reached for (Y/N)’s hand. “We’re married now, and I couldn’t be happier having you as my wife.”

While (Y/N) was shocked at first, she just smiled back. Squeezing her wife’s hand, she said: “Me too.”

Uraraka squeezed back and continued eating. Soon, they were talking about lighthearted topics again and were laughing about what had happened to Uraraka at work today.

In the back of her head, a little voice was telling (Y/N) that this wasn’t right and that she should’ve confronted her, told her that it wasn’t right to do that. But then again, now that she’s a housewife, Uraraka has no one to threaten anymore, so it’s fine. Confronting her about the past would only lead to frictions and she didn’t want to unnecessarily complicate things.

Her justifications couldn’t get rid of that voice, however. Deep down she knew that something was wrong.

It was as if she could sense that Uraraka was going to pay Kirishima a visit the next day.

#yandere #yantober #yandere fic #yandere imagines #yandere imagines bnha #yandere bnha #yandere bnha x reader #yandere ochoco #yandere ochaco #yandere uraraka #yandere uraraka x reader #yandere ochoco x reader #yandere ochaco x reader #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x y/n

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sparkys-ec-corner · 3 years

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Can you lease enlighten me as to why you ship Amomiche and why you love Amostia so much? Since Amostia is given very little screen time if you will and barely characterized at all it's difficult for me to see why you ship them so much and why you love Amostia so much. Or is it partially because your a hardcore Len x Miku shipper? You can ship whatever you want ofc I just am curious as to what led you to ship it and stuff. Plus I'm more of a Gumi x Gammon shipper (#NemesisxNyozeForLIFE!!!) who barely ships Miku or Len or Rin with anybody and when I do ship them it's more often Miku x Rin (I'm trash for girlxgirl ok) sooo. And yes that goes for in Evillious as well I barely ship any of the Mikus with anybody (minus Michaela x Clarith) and same goes for any of the Lens. So oof

dw!! i understand your points and im aware of how unusual it is for me to love a character like amostia and ship something so unexpected like amomiche (i already apologize since this is long,,, oops,,,)

i would be lying if i said that the fact im a diehard lenmiku shipper didnt affect my decision in bringing amomiche into existence, but it's mostly due to this specific extensive au that serves as amostia's characterization arc and the hcs involving both amostia and michelle.

as for why i love amostia, it's because i thought he was a character with a lot of potential that was shoved to the side as a simple plot device + i was incredibly salty over why amostia is the only irregular who doesnt appear in motheavenly novel at all. since ma was given some characterization that culminated in her "i'm going to destroy the universe to confirm my existence" goal at the end of the novel, i wondered, "what about the Punishment boy? doesnt he get a chance to appear since he's an irregular too? where is he?"

heck, even irregular in scap short story gets a personality, however extremely barebones and single-minded it is, and he's called a boy without an ego since he died right after being born. despite this, he still had the desire of meet his mother.

around 2018, i began writing what would be amostia's backstory because i thought he deserved one. he deserved a personality. he deserved to be cared about. i was ready from the start to be that one weirdo who likes an obscure character no one cares about (i never finished that fic, btw. my hcs changed overtime and my prose back then was kinda ew, so i deleted it)

i never intended to love him as much as i do now. i just wanted to give him a personality and a backstory, but the more i thought about what might had happened to him in lunaca labora and during his time as Punishment the weapon and what would be his personality, the more i wished him to be seen as a person rather than "the weapon nemesis used to blow up the world".

i joined an ec discord server for no other reason but to find other fans, and rather hesitantly shared my hcs of him and fanart in the channels. as i said before, i knew it was weird for me to be attached to a character no one cared about, but i nevertheless persisted on.

before i knew, i was changing everybody's perception of amostia, turning him from a simple plot device into an actual character to the eyes of the fandom.

to be honest, i still do not believe how much everything has changed all thanks to me, only because i cared enough to share what i thought of him. i didnt... expect my hcs to be received so warmly. i made him starkly different from your typical ec len — he's angry, explosive and rude; nothing like the dimwitted and enthusiastically chaotic hansel, much less like the loyal and stoic allen — but maybe the fact he was so different was why people liked him so much. he's like a bright red dot on a canvas of soft colors. im really happy that people liked and accepted my hcs, even after Outlaw & Lychgate was published.

as for amomiche, here's where the extensive au comes in — before Outlaw & Lychgate was published, i had a thought that amostia wandered around the dead world before being found by meta and pretty much adopted by her. this characterization arc of his is meant to be a "coming to age" type of story, exploring his past and making him learn how to be a better person — an actual person with dreams and purpose instead of a weapon merely to be used by others.

initially, i intended michelle to be amostia's friend since they both have a link through nemesis. they would kinda bond through that since michelle wanted to know a bit about nemesis despite amostia himself not knowing much, after amostia finding michelle lost in a snowy night and bringing her back home.

one time, i received a m/a ask in amostia askblog about "len" and "miku" being a couple for some asks. since michelle was the closest "miku" to amostia, i obviously were to bring her in. tbh i was already slightly struggling with keeping them as friends since i found them to be really sweet together and my dumb lenmiku ass bothering tf outta me, and that m/a broke me definitely. i gave in. (although i took a time to answer the m/a itself, admittedly. by the time i answered it, i was already doodling some amomiche stuff)

again, i was ready to be seen as weird, to be the only person in the entire fandom to ship them together. i never hid the fact it is a crackship. i knew i would possibly be cast out as lenmiku trash for it. regardless, i kept doodling them and talking about them simply because i liked them (hell, they stay as friends for a long time in the au before romantic feelings blossom. sue me for liking friends-to-lovers trope with a self-improvement undertone)

and then, my surprise when it was accepted by the fandom despite its status as crackship. gosh, even people who arent into evillious had doodled amomiche!! someone who was into ec actually thought it was canon!! and was saddened to discover that it wasnt because they thought it was really sweet!! and they didnt even ship lenmiku normally!! i swear this still makes me die inside, seriously 😂

so you can say it's a combination of everything that eventually brought amomiche into existence, including my own love for amostia. i dont blame anyone for being confused with it since amostia as a character is so underdeveloped in canon and amomiche is a crackship. it's okay, really. im just vibing here. im not here looking for validation for them nor am i hoping for official crumbs.

all of this is self-indulgent, simply because i want amostia to be more popular, even if slightly. amostia will never become as popular as hansel or allen, im aware, but as long as someone appreciates him as a person, then i think my job is done here. all i want is people to appreciate him. if someone comes to like amomiche too, then it also makes me extremely happy! if someone likes amostia but not amomiche, that's fine too! i don't mind different hcs. if one respects my own, then i respect theirs.

so. yeah. it might not make sense to some people, but that's basically it. i am but a humble artist doodling stuff for a character who she wants to give the happiness and the characterization he didnt get in canon. if someone likes them, then im happy!! 💖

#answered asks #amostia #amomiche #oh god i spent HOURS on this #this is a fucking essay. oh god.. whyyyyyyyyy

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aspenroman · 4 years

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Masterlist

hi here’s a place for all of my work and links to my work that’s not on this site:))

Poppy x MC

Illicit Affairs (Part 1/2)

My words shoot to kill when I’m mad (I have a lot of regrets about that) (Part 2/2)

first dates and milkshakes

Azula x Ty Lee (AO3)

i want to cut you out of my dreams

A World Alone

now would you hate me if i said goodbye, so quick you could eat my dust? - (Part 1/2)

i’ve been waiting my whole life to know i wanted you - (Part 2/2)

Glory and Gore

weak when you're around (rockstar!au tyzula week 2020 day 1)

you're the only friend i need (but that will never be enough) (tyzula week 2020 day 7)

tell me why my gods look like you

remember how I said I'd die for you?

what the fuck are perfect places anyway?

do you feel like a young god? (Greek Gods 1/2)

only ones who know

passed down like folk songs, our love lasts so long

who would've thought i'd get you? (rockstar!au one shot)

my heart is yours, it's you that i hold on to (Greek Gods 2/2)

if she tried to kill me, i think that i would let her (mma!au one shot)

i am killing time with a razor blade

everyone's dying (and you're not even trying)

this love is ours

isn't it poetic that the sky is what we leave behind?

Broken Halos

Watch the Sunlight Fade

will you still want me if i’m nothing new?

never been a liar, i’m a lilac

Azula x Katara (AO3)

Glory and Gore

Weiss x Yang (AO3)

i can go anywhere i want, just not home

Caitlyn x Vi (AO3)

what am i supposed to do, if there’s no you?

Karolina Dean x Nico Minoru (AO3)

fallout

they don’t know about us

Kya II x Lin Beifong (AO3)

this is me trying (and maybe i don't quite know what to say)

i love you always, i’ll carry you

Clarisse x Silena (Ao3)

is it just me and you in the wreckage of the world?

Katara x Zuko (Ao3)

as long as i got you, i’m gonna be alright

Lux x Jinx (Ao3)

do you still think that i’m a good person?

Wattpad Books:

Monster (GirlxGirl): a soulmate AU between two sworn enemies. a little modern take on the very toxic werewolf culture on this app.

Unrequited: a poetic story about a boy and high school love

Ares: a look into the mindset of a typical, bitchy Queen B and all the secrets that she hides.

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pretendrocketships · 4 years

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Until Morning

About: You, Shawn, and a third. (girlxgirl threesome + dom Shawn)

A/N: 2.4k of my usual smut, sorry this request took soooo long. Girlxigirl isn’t really my thing so it took a bit to get into it, but I actually like how this turned out, so if you aren’t big on girlxgirl give it read anyway and always let me know what you think; request and inbox are always open!

Song: Until Morning by James Vickery

“I’m not wearing any panties,” you whispered slyly in his ear, hot breath fanning over him. His eye twitched, as he moved his hand to his pants attempting to cover the print that was beginning to form. You smirked at his reaction and leaned even further into him. “My thighs are so sticky, S.” His grip on your waist instinctively tightened while he let out a soft moan.

“Baby-”

“Wanna feel? Or maybe even taste?” He could barely hear you over the blood pumping loudly in his ears. He knew this was your favorite game. Turning him on beyond belief in public and just watching how his body reacted to you.

“(Y/N).” He tried to come off assertive like he was demanding you stop with just one word, but you saw right through it. The command didn’t carry through. He now had a pillow covering his crotch, and you knew eventually he just wouldn’t be able to hold it anymore. This being something new, you knew he wanted to take control of the situation, be a man and assure you everything was fine, but his body was saying something else. His body was saying he was at your mercy and to do whatever you pleased. And who were you to say no to that?

“C’mon, Shawn. Let’s go home.” You both knew what was waiting. You place your hand on his chest and move it down slowly. “ I need you to help me.”

“Fuck,” he lets out a moan you know he’s been holding in for a while. He slumps into the chair, finally relaxing and letting his arms fall to his side. Shawn doesn’t answer though, just focusing on pinpoints he feels all over his body sparking up with pleasure.

“Baby,” you whine for him as you move your favorite little curls away from his face. “C’mon, wanna go home.” He nods at this, deciding that the torture of not being able to fuck you right then and there was enough. You smirk from on top of him and gently pull him up to stand in front of you. “Love you, bub.” You're beaming at him, but the look on his face tells you that he’s trying hard not to release in his pants.

“Love you too,” he grunts and pulls you out of the room and into the car. “If you ever want to stop for anything, and I mean anything,” he emphasized by pulling back on your hair, forcing you to look into his eyes, “you’re going to tell me.” You could see flickers of the Shawn you got to know very well in the bedroom coming out.

“Yes, sir.”

The car ride was full of light touches. You rub your hands over his legs, arms, cheek, or anywhere you could get your hands on.

“God, I don’t think I can wait,” you moaned into his ear. “You have to fuck me first.”

He grabs your face in his hands. “Baby, hun,” he pauses, smiling reassuringly before continuing, “Right now you’re horny. You’re not thinking straight, but I am not going to fuck another woman in front of you, in our home, in our bed. That’s not happening.” He’s stern about this, voice unwavering, “That is going to fuck up our relationship, and I’m not having that. This is going to be all about you, love, but that’s one thing I won’t do, okay? Is that okay?” Even in a time like this, all Shawn could do was think about you, and you would’ve cried if you weren’t so horny. So, you sealed the deal with a kiss.

“I love you, you know that?” He smiled and rubbed his nose along your neck.

“Don’t I fucking know it.” You swatted at him, and he pulled away to kiss your forehead. “C’mon, our guest is waiting.” He opened the door and she immediately straightened up.

“I uh didn’t know what to -- I mean if you were still coming or,” she shoved her hands between her legs and starred at her shoes. “I’m going to stop talking now.” Shawn chuckles and moves to take his jacket off before nodding her direction.

“I’m Shawn, which you know already. And this is (Y/N), which again I’m sure you know.” She nods, still staring at her Adidas. “What’s your name again, love? Brian mentioned it but,” he laughed, “blood’s kind of leaving my brain as we speak.”

“Ellie,” she whispers, finally looking up to make quick eye contact with the both of you. He waited for her to say anything else, and decided to assume his position in the bedroom.

“Go on honey, make her feel comfortable.” You smile, hearing the pet name he reserves jut for you, and float your way over to her on the bed, your thighs locking her in place on the bed. Your hand strokes her cheek as her eyes search yours.

“Relax, we’ll take care of you.” Ellie nods, eyes hooded feeling Shawn’s warm breath against her ear.

“Do you want us, Ellie?” She’s breathless trying to answer, squirming in place as you start sloppily pressing kisses along her neck”

“He likes answers, love,” you whisper into her neck between bites.

“Yes! Yes, I do.” You muttered little praises as you moved up to behind her ear.

“Good.” Shawn loosed his tie and slid into the armchair across from the bed. “What do you want, love. This is about you.” You moaned lowly before moving yourself to stare at Ellie again. Shawn chuckled while fiddling with his buckle, contemplating how long he could wait. “Don’t have to say it, go on.” You smirked at her and leaned in and kissed her. She was stiff until your tongue prodded at her soft lips. She was melting into your hands, and Shawn was fattening up at the sight. “Ellie, love, think (Y/N) is wearing too many clothes. Don’t you want to see more?” Ellie pulls away with something new in her eyes. Maybe curiosity? Maybe excitement? Maybe both. She yanks on your silk top, signaling you to lift your arms. Your hair is wild as the top hits the floor.

“Beautiful,” she whispers.

“Fuck, don’t I know it.” You whip your head back to see Shawn with hazy eyes. Your boy is gone. His mind is in other places. “I want it all off. Now.” You squirmed as you felt yourself getting wetting the more Shawn ordered you around. You got up and walked over to him, his eyes following your breasts with every step. You pulled your shorts off, giving him a full show of your ass. He reached out to grab a handful and smack it. “Stop teasing.” You rolled your eyes away from view and slipped your panties off painfully slow. You bunched them in your hand and leaned over his body before tucking them into the pocket of his dress shirt. Your lips grazed his cheeks as you felt him stiffen.

“Enjoy.” You crawled back on the bed and laid back. You propped yourself up on your elbows, staring at him daringly. “Your move.” Shawn smiled staring off over his shoulder. He knew you were just showing off because Ellie was there, and as much as he would love to take you over his knee and make you remember him whenever you sat down, he had a much better use for your new quest.

“Ellie,” her ears perked up, “tell me how wet she is.” Her eyes widened before she smirked.

“How?” Now it was Shawn’s turn to smirk at your confused state.

“Give her a taste.” Immediately, she turned to you.

“Lay down. Completely.” Well, now you feel ganged up on. She spread your legs and let her hair fawn out on both sides of her. She started to kiss up to your thighs. Breaking the sound of her lips smacking, Shawn cleared his throat.

“Rules apply to you too, love. No teasing,” he moans, “too hard.” She nods against you, causing her nose to nudge your clit.

“Fuck,” you moan, bucking your hips up closer to her mouth. She was taking her time. A woman of few words but many talents. Her tongue was dancing around inside you. Between soft kisses and sucking, your head was spinning. A finger circled around your whole time and time again, like a warning. “Please,” you begged. She pushed a finger in and started to explore. You felt the pads of her finger exploring all your walls, and you felt like you were going to float away. Her finger curled up and rubbed exactly where you needed her.

“Finish her.”

Your eyes weren’t open to see Shawn fully undressing and standing behind Ellie. She bit her lip and used one hand to rub your clit while the other continued plunging in and out of you. Shawn lowered himself to her level and looked at her with a glint in his eye. Ellie slowed down, and you started to thrash around. Shawn felt the wines coming. He rolled his eyes.

“Please! Please, more. I need mo--” you cut yourself off with a moan as you felt another finger enter you. But, this felt different.

“Does that feel good, honey?” You forced your eyes open to look at him, but he was looking down at your pussy, watching as his and Ellie’s fingers combined inside you. You moan out, understanding what was going on inside. “So fucking hot,” he whispered, mainly to himself. You felt the bubbles inside you threatening to spill over.

“I’m-- I’m so--God--Close.” He only nodded curtly before speeding up, with Ellie following his lead. He was hard, painfully hard against his stomach. This was all about you, but one man could only wait so long. He wanted you to cum, no needed you to cum, and he knew just how to get you there.

“I’m so fucking hard for you right now, so I need you to let go for me. Can you do that for me? Fuck you look so sexy right now with both of our fingers inside you. Can you cum over our fingers, honey? Let go so Ellie and I can taste you.” You were cumming before he could even finish, hips thrown wildly in the air, head rocking from side to side. Eliie was running her hands over your thighs trying to soothe you.

“So fucking pretty, (Y/N)” A growl rumbled low in Shawn’s chest, now of all times, he felt like being possessive.

“Get up. I need to fuck you right now.”

“Shawnnn,” you whined. “I can’t cum again so quick.” He got up and leaned over the side of the bed.

“Fucksake.” He came back around and grabbed your chin with one hand, forcing your jaw open. You stared at him widely as you felt him stuff your sticky panties into your mouth. “Honey, shut up and let me work.” He pulled you into his arms and positioned your legs on both sides of his waist. “I want you,” he whispered while fixing your hair, out of your eyes so you could see him clearly. His hands gripped your hips tightly. “I want you to feel every inch of me. I want to feel every part of you that’s all mine,” he commanded. He snaked his hand down to your lips and laughed when he pulled his hands back up for you to see. “I can’t have another orgasm,” he mocked. “Then why the fuck are my hands covered in you right now?” You moaned as his tongue swirled around his own fingers, licking up every drop that covered his fingers. He grabbed the back of your head and pulled you in for a passionate kiss before breaking away. “Tell me when you’re ready.” You nodded, fervently. He smiled and diverted his attention to where your bodies were about to come together as one. He pushed you onto him slowly, savoring the feeling your heat sucking him in, inch by inch. “Fuck, this should be illegal” he cursed under his breath. He let you rock against him, moving your little hips in just the right way for your clit to rub against him.

Your head was thrown back in ecstasy as you felt a second orgasm pummelling towards you quickly. Shawn, however, was ready to chase his first. He knocked you onto your back, taking control back in the new position. Your legs were locked around his back when he started to fuck you like he meant it. You were crying out, every fucking place you needed him felt full and satisfied. His left hand reached out to force his fingers in your mouth, pushing the panties further back. “God, you feel so fucking good. S-so hot, fucking dirty panties in your mouth. God.” Every thought in his head was rolling off his tongue as if he couldn’t stop it. All he could focus on not cumming too fast even though fuck his cock felt so good every single time it slipped inside you.

“Shawn, Shawn, fuck right there.” Your moans were muffled by your panties, but he got the message.

“Where?” he said playing dumb. “Right here?” he said, making a point to attack your g-spot.

“Fuck! Please, I’m going to cum.” He took this as his signal to go into overdrive, hips slapping against you at a speed you hadn’t felt before.

“Let go.” The edge to his voice went straight to your core and your mind got fuzzy as you felt everything in your body let go as your second orgasm of the night washed over you. When you felt Shawn’s cock twitch inside you, you forced your eyes open to watch him. His eyes were squeezed shut so tightly, it seemed painful. His jaw was slack, but he couldn’t force any words to come out. He was too caught up in his feelings.

“So sexy, baby.” Somehow your words reached his brain and his hips started sputtering as he finished emptying inside you. He collapsed onto the bed next to you, and you moved to curl into his arms. Your eyes closed, you drank each other in, no noise but the sound of your ragged breathing. A slam of the door startled you both.

“Shit, Ellie.”

“Bye! Thanks!” you yelled before giggling when Shawn went to rest his head on your boobs and made himself comfortable. Silence coated the room as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“My one and only.”

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