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tw. ddlg, noncon, daddy kink, dom & sub themes, forced threesome, patronization, manipulation, objectification, size kink wordcount. 4.4k

a/n. ♡ i wish i could have done more about this idea but i gave myself a bit of a word count limit for kinktober but don't be surprised if i end up writing more for this in the future jhydgusgfy i wanted to go more extreme but i was a bit bummed by the self imposed limitations kHdyugs iT IS What it is ily thank you for reading

miya atsumu x fem!reader x miya osamu

You’re pouting somethin’ fierce, and thick crocodile tears bead your lash line like diamonds.

Osamu’s not entirely sure when it started. If it started at all. Maybe things just happened to play out this way, and it was entirely coincidental, a whisper in the grander scheme of your relationship with his brother - all too small to mention. Maybe safer to say, he’s not sure when he started noticing it— but once he began, there was nothing to keep him from seeing it too vividly in every interaction.

You’ve been with Tsumu since your last year together in high school. Stuck with him through thick and thin, every busy month, each and every match and scandal and fallout - and Osamu’s nothing but grateful for that. You make him happy, Hell, even a blind man could see how the blond blossoms open when you’re around. Becoming a more grown, dependable version of himself. Some days Osamu blinks and it’s like his mirror image has far surpassed his own grounded maturity, leaving him behind in the dust. And it’s definitely you that brings that out in him - and he’s grateful.

But — he remembers the early days. More than maybe anyone else, Osamu remembers that it wasn’t always this way. You were definitely more soft and gentle than they were as teens, but you were no shrinking violet either. A decade ago, Atsumu would’ve been caught dead underestimating ya like he does with a glitter in his eye now. Like it’s a game the two of you are clued in on. Osamu’s eyes glide over the scene painted before him, sipping his beer from the couch.

“Aw, pet, you’ve gotta watch where yer goin’. C’mere, did that hurt?” Atsumu is knelt before you, cupping your face between two rough palms, as he kisses up and down your face. Your wobbly sniffles get hidden in his chest when he pulls you in, and rubs your back like you’re a toddler with a scraped knee. Your hands fist into his shirt before you take a deep breath, going up in his warmth. And his twin beams like he’s the happiest man on the planet, before going to pick you up with a bit too much practiced ease.

Osamu’s not against the pda. You’ve always been touchy, and Tsumu’s a clingy bastard at the best of times. “‘M so sorry, baby. Daddy almost walked straight over ya.” It’s more that he has a problem with. He looks away when Atsumu’s hands slide down to grip your ass and squeeze you extra close, looking down for another kiss that you give like it’s been practiced a hundred times. He’s not sure if the slight pout you have on is truly the pain though, or more the embarrassment he can see creep up your ears and cheeks.

“I’m sorry for getting in the way,” you whisper back, and by the time Osamu looks up Atsumu has made it back to the couch with a fresh beer, with you now positioned on his lap and wrapped around him like a baby koala. You don’t look over at him though, barely acknowledging the strange situation. Almost makes him feel like he’s the one that’s out of place, even though he came over on Atsumu’s request. Even though he was invited.

Samu takes another chug of his drink, before raising his brows, leaning in with an attempt to catch your eyes. “Yer not gonna have any? ‘S yer fridge we’re looting.” You only disconnect yourself from Atsumu’s chest to look at him with heat on your cheeks, perfectly treated hair shining as it falls along your shoulders.

“No, thank you. Atsum- uhm- d-daddy doesn’t let me have any unless we’re going out. It makes me get all bloated, so ‘s better I don’t.” Your long lashes flutter, before you smile again, but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “I appreciate you looking out for me, Samu.” There’s a beat of silence where his twin seems to give him a look -one he can’t really make out- where Atsumu puts his own beer aside to pull you closer by your hips and wrap his arms around you like you’re best molten to his front. “Hey,” you whisper then, and Atsumu looks up, “can I move? My knees hurt a little like this.”

“‘S that right? Ya wanna turn so you can look at Samu too?” His brilliant smile is almost bright enough to make him ignore the possessive hands that travel too far down when helping you turn, or the almost-subtle groan he lets out when you wiggle back onto his lap. Osamu stares off into the kitchen instead. “You wanna sit ‘n look at someone else ‘cause I won’t do anything. Is daddy not good ‘nough? Maybe I spoil ya a lil’ too rotten.”

“‘M not rotten~, I do like sitting in your lap,” you squeak out almost sadly, starting to leave little pecks all over Atsumu’s lips as if to shut him up. That would probably be good, Osamu thinks. He doesn’t want to consider the possibility that you’re actually tempering him, but it sure does seem like it. “I’m just tired.” And though your voice drops to an almost whisper, he’s too aware of your pouted, glossy lips to not hear every word. Your hands trail through his hair, sliding down his neck with each slow breath. “Just- Daddy, don’t be upset. I’m trying my best.”

You look almost pained to say it, not that his twin cares. “Please don’t get mad.” Anything else passes over Osamu’s head. He just places the empty bottle by his feet and tries to ignore the way you’re now draped onto Atsumu’s lap like you two will start dry humping any second.

“‘M not mad, pretty girl.” The blond grabs two handfuls of ass and rocks your waist against him, making you squeak, before he runs his tongue along his teeth with a noise. “I’m just thinkin’ that I don't want Samu ta see ya like this.”

You whimper when Atsumu’s mouth glides along your jaw and throat, falling back into the couch -crown brushing Osamu’s thigh- when his twin pushes and presses a few kisses down your throat and chest. “Alright, let’s go out.” Then he pulls back flushed, and gets you up along with him. “Before daddy ends up fucking that pretty pussy with a live audience.” He ushers you towards the door with a few pats on your butt. “Go an’ get yer shoes, I’ll tie yer laces for ya, little girl.”

“I- I can really do it myself, ‘s fine.”

It only makes Atsumu puff out his chest, and stare you down with a hungry stare. “Go on, baby. Yer little enough to need my help.” You don’t say anything, but there’s a tense breath of silence that covers the room before you look away with shame written all over your expression.

Osamu’s too speechless to do much but just stare at the side of his brother’s face, who barely shows any emotion other than enjoyment at all. Seriously. It’s not like you to let someone just walk all over you. Or at least, it wasn’t like you, as far as he was concerned. Things have clearly changed. He frowns. “Do ya really have ta talk about ‘er like that when I’m around, stupid Tsumu? Keep it in yer pants, wouldya?”

Instead of the normally snappy reply that he’d expect, the blond just shrugs, tugging at his waistband like the tightness is a little uncomfortable. “Can’t help it. She’s so fuckin’ cute whinin’ and crying out for me.” Brown irises find Osamu’s, and he smiles. “You’d feel the same if ya saw what she can do.” He pats his thighs when you come back from the hall, and holds out his hands. “Come ‘ere, little princess. Daddy’ll dress ya right up.”

Your frilly little implication of a dress is bunched around your hips as he lets you down from another bear hug, and puts on a slight pout. “I’ll be back soon, baby. They need an emergency setter for just an hour of practice. Maybe two.”

“It’s never just one hour.”

The overly whiny request only makes Atsumu glitter more, as his eyes flick down your body and his tongue is caught between his teeth. Truly, the guy has absolutely no decency. This was supposed to be a fun weekend away from work for the three of ya. Not that Atsumu seems bothered by that. After a few seconds he kisses your forehead though, letting you lean into his arms and looking ever so teenie tiny compared to your boyfriend -they’ve both filled out in both size and muscle since high school after all- and it becomes even more apparent when Tsumu squeezes you under his chin. “If ya need anything ya’ll ask Samu, alright? Just pretend he’s me.”

You bat your lashes at him, but let your grip on him slowly be peeled off. “... Okay. Can I have dinner while you’re gone?”

“Hm, sure.” The blond runs his fingers through his hair. “Daddy’s gonna miss ya. I’m not gonna be gone fer long.” Then he eyes him with a grin that Osamu kind of wants to slap off of his cheeks. “Thanks for ‘sittin ‘er.” He doesn’t reply with a smart remark about him treating you like a dog, and just gives a vague hum instead. With that he gives the brunet a quick wave, and gathers his phone and keys on his way to the door. You linger around the entrance a bit longer, before slowly returning to the dinner table with slightly heated cheeks. You tuck your knees to your chest when you sit and reach for one of the side dishes — and he can’t help but say it when the door falls into lock.

“So, what’s all that about?”

“Hm?” Your head drops to the side slightly as you put some pickled radish in your mouth and hum. “Mm, this ‘s really good, Samu! Can I have some?”

“Help yerself,” he nods, and also slides the plates you can’t reach closer. It’s not like he doesn’t understand it at all. You’ve got that sort of puppy-eyes look down, big and round and soft wherever you look, no matter who you’re talking to. It’s the kind of gentleness that calls for protection, and he’s not even the possessive type, but despite that the feeling of being needed sits on his chest and longs to come out. But still. He can’t help but think Atsumu’s overplaying his cards. “Seriously though. You know ya can tell my shitty brother no, right? I’ll straighten ‘em out for ya.”

The words seem to process for a moment, before you load some more food onto your utensils and swallow it with a little noise of thoughtfulness. “I- I don’t know. Atsumu says he likes being the provider. At first it was just little stuff he helped with, and I thought it was nice to be cared for.” You fumble a little with the chopsticks when a piece of fish is extra slippery, and smile when he helps you out and picks it up, carrying it towards your mouth. “You don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve fed myself instead of Tsumu doing it for me,” you softly mention. That’s weird, ain’t it? That’s definitely weird.

Still he’s carrying the food to your mouth, and be it instinct, or habit, you look too fuckin’ sweet waiting like a puppy for him to help out, big, doe-eyes and all.

You let the piece onto your tongue, before wrapping those pretty lips around and gratefully humming and — fuck. You don’t notice the way his brow ticks, but his stomach rolls with the realization. Instead of lingering too long on the implication that he might feel the same exact way as his twin, he lets you talk, after chewing for a while. “I just- I don’t like that he doesn’t ever take me seriously anymore. He thinks I can’t do anything by myself, even brushing my own teeth, or picking out clothes! It’s so- so frustrating-” you continue until you run out of air, and seem to suddenly realize who you’re talking to. “Oh, don’t tell Atsumu that. Please don’t tell him. He gets so upset and I don’t like it when he’s mad.”

Samu can’t help but just nod in agreement, not sure what else to say. He doesn’t think his brother would ever hurt ya. Then again, Samu also didn’t think his brother was much of a kink lifestyle sort of guy until the last few months— so clearly he doesn’t know everything anymore. And you seem… okay with it, right? He’s not sure, really. Would he even have the guts to tell Tsumu off if he was sure you weren’t? Instead of lingering on that uncomfortable possibility, he pivots. “Let’s watch somethin’? What do ya wanna see?”

Your eyes shimmer when they flick up, and you swallow before smiling. “Can I choose?” You wiggle in your seat. “Atsumu -w-well- daddy doesn’t let me watch scary stuff, but I’ve been dying to watch the Ring again.” You then lean into his space a little more, and he feels his heart skip a beat. “I assume I don’t have to snuggle up to you though? He did say to pretend you’re him but…” You wrap your thin sweater a little closer. “I’ll hold your hand? He can’t get mad that way.”

How can he say no when you’re staring at him with those fucken stars in your eyes? His fingers find yours on the table, and your hand feels way smaller and softer than his own work-worn ones. “Yeah, sure. But ya shouldn’t watch nothin’ ta give ya nightmares though…” The urge to pick you up and wrap you nice and safe in his embrace becomes stronger by the second, and his eyebrows furrow.

Atsumu is quick to descend on you in the safety of the separate room. His hands glide down your sides and hike up your shirt over your arms, before running his fingertips down the valley of your breasts. “Samu was nice to ya?”

“Mhm,” you bop your head a few times, shivering when the cooler air peaks your nipples and Tsumu brushes his thumb over them. “He was- r-really- ah daddy, that tickles.” Your voice trembles when he eyes you down, before letting his fingers trail down to your shorts instead. He motions your butt up and you lift yourself politely, letting him slide those down your legs too as he lifts one and starts placing kisses down your ankle up your leg. “You said we’d get ready for bed~”

“We are gettin’ ready,” his smile goes a little crooked when you bite your lip, “just curious ‘s all. Ya think Samu likes ya?” He lets you fall back onto the plush covers before walking into the ensuite and coming back with some skincare that he places unceremoniously onto the bedside table- and you frown. If your boyfriend asked you a few years ago, you’d assume he was just genuinely curious. About you getting along with his family, his twin, his other half. But now, there’s an agenda woven into the words. Always is.

“We get along well. Why?”

His lips jerk up, and with a simple shrug he continues. “He’s good too ya, ain’t he? An’ I’ve been thinking I want Samu to watch us some time.” You’re too shocked to say anything, but your mouth drops open. No.

No, it’s already embarrassing how he makes you whine and whimper like a pet for him when you’re alone. It’s embarrassing when he makes you call him daddy when there’s people around with no shame- like he gets off on it. But this- his hands find your face with a soaked cotton pad to start cleaning you with gentle motions, and you find your eyes starting to water. You hate that you’ve become this fragile little flower that can’t speak up when it matters. You’d like to think you’re still the same. But your lip wobbles too easily as Atsumu continues, and your voice cracks.

The mortification is too much to bear, it swallows you up whole. He couldn’t possibly make you. “I don’t want that.”

“What’s that?” he coos, eyelids hooded. He leans down to you more.

You push his hand away from your face and frown, but tears still spill over. You fucking hate being such a crybaby. “I don’t want Samu to watch us.” You still frown though, doing your best to blink away the waterworks. And instead of taking you seriously - of course - Tsumu tilts his head in that sort of understanding that you’re throwing a tantrum like a toddler might. But you’re serious. You mean it. His freshly washed hair falls over his brows, but his hands still find your shoulders to keep you in place below him.

“Aw, baby. Poor girl.” The soft rubbing of his thumb along your skin only makes you more shaky in that feeling, his eyes roaming your body before he pushes you back onto the bed and crawls onto it beside you, pulling you into his touch. It doesn’t escape you that you’re already naked and he’s still dressed, keeping you tight. “I didn’t mean to upset ya. Shhh, shhh, it’s okay.” You swallow, and push against his chest with a slight whimper - why can’t he take you seriously?

“I mean it, Atsumu.”

Before you can say anything else he pinches your cheek hard, and his dark brows lace together. “Don’t be rude.” The darkness fades quickly, but he still doesn’t show any intention of letting you go. In fact, because of his strength against you you’re only forced deeper into his embrace, head pressed to his warm chest. “Daddy’ll take care of you. Always do, don’t I?” You open your mouth to retort, but he interrupts again, and squishes your cheeks together before placing a few patient kisses onto your pouty lips. “Listen to daddy. It’ll be fine.”

It’s so frustrating.

You want to move. You want to remove yourself from the situation he’s putting you in, or put on some fucking clothes, and instead you’re being mocked by him. Once more you try to give him a push for some space, but because he barely feels it or pretends not to, you don’t make a dent. “Tsumu, I don’t want to have sex with your brother watching~” you end up crying out, feeling the tears well up again. “Get off of me.” You start wiggling, as his hand wraps around your wrist and forces it to wrap around his body, clamping your hands together behind his back as he rolls over and starts kissing the top of your head.

“Don’t cry, don’t cry. Everything’s gonna be okay.” You want him to leave you alone. “My sweet little girl. You don’t gotta fight me, ‘m not doin’ nothing. I’m here for ya.” His heartbeat is so steady against you that it makes you want to shove him and scream in his face to fuck off, but of course you don’t. You don’t scream. You don’t push, or fight, or make yourself clear. All you can do is cry into his shirt as his smell wraps around you and you struggle to make the waterworks stop.

“Let go~” you sniffle into his shirt, and shiver when his hands start sliding down to pull you back onto him, forcing his thick, strong thigh between your legs. Your straining muscles give up after a while of pushing back, and his embrace still stays.

“Shush, little baby. I got ya, don’t worry yer pretty little head.”

“Daddy~” you whine softer this time, and don’t fight him when he nudges you face up to kiss him. He groans for a moment in what can only be satisfaction at winning the fight, before rolling over so you’re trapped under his heavy body, chest rising and falling against him. And as you try to stop crying, Atsumu has the nerve to rub your head like all of this isn’t his fault.

You can’t escape the heavy gaze anywhere you look. It’s suffocating. Not that you have much room to think about it between the way Tsumu’s taking up your space and forcing one of your legs over his shoulder so he can spread you open. It’s a brief reprieve from the prying eyes blocked by his broad back, but you know it will end. Because Tsumu didn’t just drag his twin here to know that someone’s watching. He wants to make a show of you. To show off the type of power he- oh. Your half-lidded eyes flutter open wider when his fingers spread open your slick and your pussy clenches around nothing.

And Atsumu grins. “Yer so quiet, baby. Are’ya shy?” You don’t answer that, instead trying to chase after his hand when he moves away, wrapping comparatively small hands around his wrist. You can feel the heat of Samu at the foot of the bed, uncomfortably perched onto it with his knee before he dips the mattress further, and your blinks get more rapid.

“Daddy… I- I don’t-”

“Hush,” he moves your other leg aside more, leaving you spread embarrassingly open before he dips his body and glides both hands under your ass, lifting you a few inches. His mouth descends without thinking, kisses and then tongue making you whimper as he eats you out. Not gently, but possessive, demanding licks that drag your split attention right back to him - only until Samu leans forward a little to get a better view. This is so fucking embarrassing. “Mh- Taste good, pretty thing.” Atsumu’s eyes have that same cocky, knowing look he always does when he gets you like this. You won’t do anything back, and he knows that. “Yer droolin’ all over my chin.”

You are. The slick’s coating his lips when he pulls back, trailing kisses up your thighs, before he slides two fingers inside your squelching pussy traitorously slow, and watches your face scrunch. He’s big. He always is, and knows it too, big hands, big thighs, chest, shoulders. Most of all, he’s fucked you enough times now to know that you can’t take him easily without prep, and even that is embarrassing. You could have gone a whole lifetime without having Osamu know that. Why did he even agree to this?

“Little brat,” Tsumu says after a few seconds, flicking your nipple painfully as he stares, clenching his jaw. “Don’t be rude. Samu came all the way out here to see ya, ‘n yer gonna lock up the whole time?” You swallow, and try to talk, but he instead curls his fingers inside your pussy and slides them deeper. Right where you can’t handle them, until you have no choice but to curl and wiggle away from him, mouth pulling open to moan.

“Ah, agh, daddy! Daddy, daddy.” Samu’s broad shouldered figure being barely dressed in a tank and boxers, along with Atsumu’s almost godly physique hanging over you is too much. You shut your eyes. “I can’t- f-focus.” You hold onto his arm as he fucks his fingers in and out of you for long enough that your entire body starts tingling, before he peels you off and turns you over. Rough hands hike you onto your knees, and your ass up in the air before his rough palm lands hard and sends a stinging heat through your legs. “Ow, ow~”

“That’s more like it. I know yer a noisy little bitch.” He rubs your lips up and down with his thumb a few more times, before you hear the sound of boxers being peeled off. “Now, what do ya say when daddy will give ya something ya want?”

He presses the hot head of his cock against you but doesn’t push in yet, and your poor pussy clenches around nothing as tears fill your eyes and you grip two fistfuls of pillow. You can’t say it. Not with Samu sitting right there, judging you both for- another sharp spank makes you shiver, and you whimper into the pillow. The sting aches until heat blooms under the damaged skin, and you unclench your teeth. “Please, daddy? Please fuck me.” You doubt you’re stretched enough to take him comfortably, even with the fingering and all the wetness coating your puffy pussy and the inside of your thighs. “Pretty please?”

There’s a few moments before his hand presses down on your back and his cock slides inside, and you do your best not to gasp too much feeling him force you open. It aches though, and you have to widen your knees to make room and— God it feels so good. You’re not sure whether to cry because of the feeling, or because you can’t stop yourself from moaning high pitched and whiny like a whore putting on her best performance. You really can’t help it. “Agh, ah- d-daddy, move, please.” The heavy weight of his cock bottoms out and he presses his heavy balls against you for a few seconds, before pulling out with a groan.

The motion pulls your entire body back, only stopped by his hand, like you’re some cocksleeve— and you cry harder. “Ah, ah, ugh— Atsumu,” you pout, and he pets your head.

“I’m right here, doll. Does that feel good?” You nod, and cling on, before opening your eyes to look at him with his thighs right next to your head and stroking his cock with an almost torturous pace. You whimper when being bottomed out into, and then your eyes shoot open. You can’t turn, but the low groan Samu lets out when you clench hard around him, says enough— and Tsumu laughs as he watches you panic and your bottom lip wobble, petting your head. Like this is all some big game, keeping you down under his hand while you shake your head.

“No, no- you said- you said he’d watch- agh, daddy! No, no no no, you promised! You promised.” You can’t stop yourself from moaning when he hits deep inside, fucking you much too well. Your mouth falls open as you try to stop the sound, but Tsumu’s touch only gets more demanding as his twin picks up the pace.

“Shhh, shhh, Samu likes ya so~ much. It’s just this one time. And then daddy’ll take good care of ya, promise.”

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zaacoy · 6 months

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Your art? Immaculate Your adorable fluffy writings? Heart-warming Being unhinged? Fat mood Istg you make me so tempted to post the Freenoodles Fatherhood HC's I have ;A;

Thank you thank you !! and yoU SHOULD!!! I'm late to answering this ask by uh. months. but if you see this you so totally should!!! world needs more noodle family in it

Speaking of which~! Little noodle family! just 4 u! happy day heeheehoo! :D

#sighs them #thank you thank you!! good to see people enjoy my art and my insanity #reminder that I ought to go on more lmk rants/tangenst those were fun #noodle family my beloved #nobody talks about them ever and that ought to be a crime #dadsy and tangdad content where I'm looking but I see none wth.../silly #lmk mk #lmk tang #lmk pigsy #lego monkie kid #monkie kid #lmk #freenoodleshipping #lmk freenoodles #freenoodles #noodle family #lego monkie kid fanart #punches you in the face with the color orange #zaacoy art💫

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strawberri-draws · 1 year

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I love doodling these fellas

#my art #fanart #strawberridraws #the owl house #toh #the owl house fanart #toh fanart #yipeee #literally all of these r 4 min doodles but. content 💫#I miss hunter and amity’s evil eras #they were so funny #like he’s trauma whatever but also consider #amity cyber bullying #oh and GG era hunter: sarcasm king #unhinged the both of them my loves #I also include king in this but it’s more Pre Trauma instead #loved my smol overlord child #the other kids on this page just vibing tho #no context just them

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colorsofsoullunetta · 5 months

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#sexy content #Notte 🌜 dolci sogni💫💫🌟🌟🌟💫💫🌃🌃💫💫

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strawowoberry · 1 year

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> Slight blood + Spicy ZaDr content warning!! 👀

Sorry i've not been posting a lot, school had me tied up with a bunch of stress at the end of this quarter, here, take some spicy ZaDr as an apology gift of some sort, I hope you like it :)!! 🎁

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flutteringfable · 7 months

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”fancy meeting you here” BRO. BRO OMG. THE WRITERS KNEW WHAT THEY WERE DOING. IM SHAKING SCREAMING CRYING ROLLING AROUND ON THE FLOOR.

“but i do need you” COLE THATS SO FRUITY OF YOU HOLY FSM.

#fable talks 💫#these two mean so MUCH to me yall dont GET IT #AND KAI BEING WYLDFYRES DAD GAHHHH DR IS MY SEASON U GUYS WE GOT CUTE COLE CONTENT AND FOUND FAMILIES #WUAAGHHHHHGH /pos #ninjago dragons rising #dragons rising pt2 #ninjago spoilers #dragons rising spoilers

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teardropsandrosepetals · 3 months

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Cock warming when they're playing a game >>>>>>

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volosdarling · 2 months

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GUESS WHOS WATCHING PRINCESS TUTU AGAIN

#💫.jpg #💜 AMETHYST EYES #AMETHIO CONTENT DROUGHT BUT I STAY DELUSIONAL #⭐️ glim

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8iunie · 1 year

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via Thomas’ Instagram, 26.03.2023

#so much content 😅#måneskin #maneskin #thomas raggi #instagram #my posts 💫#loud kids tour #europe 2023 #march 2023 #italy: rome #palazzo dello sport night 1 #palazzo dello sport #palazzo dello sport night 2 #in the crowd #thomas with his guitar 🎸#backstage #må smiling 😁#black & white

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opposededds · 10 days

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I should start posting here again.

Unexplained oc art

#my art #original character art #original content #artists on tumblr #original character #oc #oc art #noel 💫#francis 📚

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i-am-tiny-sun · 1 year

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Found an old work of mine!

Categories: 💫 (old work), 🚞 (smut), 🚺 (fem!reader), 🔪 (dark content, yandere)

Tw: femdom, yandere content, mentions of blood, nipple stimulation, biting, pain kink, overstim, oral sex (both receiving), hair pulling, groping…and Sanzu

Disclaimer: This is not for minors or ageless people!!! If you are either of these, or otherwise uncomfortable with this kind of content, turn back now! Don’t waste my time or your own by interacting! I don’t want anyone to feel unsafe or triggered by my content. You know fully well how to scroll away. BAJI HAS A TIME SKIP.

‼️‼️‼️ TW: TURN BACK IF YOU DON’T WANT TO BE EXPOSED TO YANDERE THEMES ‼️‼️‼️

• Keisuke Baji at first didn’t seem the type to be a yandere. Sure, he was a chaotic guy who could have easily been mistaken for Satan’s love child (except that title is reserved for Sanzu 💀💀💀-), but he never seemed obsessive. Think about it, this dude was able to infiltrate Valhalla without being openly suspected, he’s great at acting. Little did you know, he was also making his rivals disappear without you knowing. For awhile, random guys would show up bruised in some way or another.

He’d never go after the girls though, that’s something he wouldn’t even think to do. The most he actually does with them is gently, yet gruffly tell them that he’s interested in you. They think his love for you is cute, so they of course back off… plus he has a pretty face, so they’ll definitely listen to him. It’s only when you accept his feelings and become official that you notice that Keisuke’s a little bit off.

And by a little, I mean a lot off 😬. You eventually find out his level of obsession with you, and boy is he a possessive and jealous little gremlin. You find out that he’s the reason for your slightly cracked open window at night, some of your clothing has gone missing only to turn up a few days later cause it doesn’t smell like you anymore, and he was the shadow that always seemed to be lurking behind you any time you thought you were alone. It was all Baji.

He still has your currently missing sweater by the way, might wanna ask for it back. It doesn’t take long to find out that he’s why random guys turned up bruised and afraid to breathe the same air as you. Keisuke was entering your home to watch you sleep and make sure you’re safe, pretending that your sweater and your stolen pair of panties (which still haven’t come back by the way 😒) are you, and he was always following you.

Of course, you tell him exactly why this is wrong, and that he doesn’t have to do it anymore. As for how jealous he gets, Kei hates when you don’t pay attention to him alone, and he will tell you as much. Gets really clingy and cuddly when someone flirts with you, and his death glare is enough to scare them off. Like man actually hisses at people for tryin it 🤦🏻‍♀️ like a damn feral cat- He’d never hurt you and despite how obsessive he is, he’s actually pretty mellow when it comes to you after your scolding.

But this is also when you find out how submissive he actually is 👀 Keisuke’s neck is pretty sensitive and he proves that when you’re making out one night. The second you kiss his neck, he made the cutest whimper ever— ohhhhh this is the breeding ground for possibilities here 😈🙏. What makes Baji Keisuke tick?

Bite his neck and find out, silence isn’t holy to him so he won’t even try to hide how good he feels letting you kiss and bite his neck. GD forbid you play with his nipples while you’re at it, he’s gonna whine and moan the whole time. He won’t stop you cause he doesn’t want you to stop, but he will actually cry out if you latch onto his nipples instead of his neck. Will cum hard and untouched from it. Can y’all see? See the hearts in his eyes? Yandere Baji is whipped, and he’s not opposed to being such.

• Rindou Haitani 🤦🏻‍♀️ the “we don’t talk about Bruno” lookin ass menace himself. He makes zero attempts to hide it from you, he’s obsessed with you. The only time he tries to hide it is when he stalks you, pretending that he’s coincidentally in the same places as you. He thinks you haven’t caught onto it yet, but you knew about it from the very first occurrence 😒 fool is the least subtle person to exist in this scenario.

Rinnie’s like a cute cat when he gets jealous, but he’s a feral cat when he’s around the person he considers a rival. Don’t be surprised if that person starts to avoid you like the plague grew legs, gained a conscience, and became a sentient creature. Rindou openly went after them, in your presence, and made it clear that he doesn’t care who it is, he won’t let anyone become his competition. For what, you’re not sure.

He’s not above exposing people who have some skeletons in the closet that they don’t want found anytime soon 👀. When asked about it, he flat out tells you it was him, but he’s very vague about exactly why he did it. Yes, he’s obsessed with you and he openly tells you, but he doesn’t tell you that it stems from love. That’s another thing he tries to hide.

Another person who wouldn’t harm his female rivals, but he’s scary enough that they’d think twice about pursuing you. You knew about it, and apologized to them when he wasn’t there. He’s also the type to outright steal your clothes because “it’s cold and yours are warmer and smell nicer” 🙄 okay Jan. I did say he never tries to hide his obsession, right? When you become official, he pales when you tell him that you knew this whole time about him stalking you. Rindou never tried to hide anything else except his stalking and that he loves you. He’ll be embarrassed, but he knows you won’t judge him. Now for how submissive he is, he’s kinda bratty but neck kisses stop his behavior in its tracks. Like he’ll stop whatever he was about to do for your attention and shiver.

His most sensitive spot is near his collarbones and that has him whimpering when you kiss those spots and squeeze his cute ass. He still tries to act like he’s not affected by it, but he is, especially when you actually bite his collarbones and leave small bruises on his skin. And since he’s pale, they’re not easy to hide. He doesn’t want to hide them either cause he likes the idea thay you’re claiming him 😭. He actually hopes you make them darker so they’ll last longer, and he will cum untouched if you lick them afterwards as if to soothe them so they won’t hurt as much. Rindou doesn’t mind the pain tho 👀 so keep biting him, it makes him stay hard for awhile.

He’s fine with just kisses too when you’re both in a softer mood, cause he feels loved when you’re soft with him. His favorite time is when you’re the clingy one in the morning and you hug him from behind and kiss his neck to wake him up. Don’t tell Ran tho or he’ll hiss cause Ran’s gonna tease him 💀 Will ask to eat you out and gets excited when you say yes. Who knew it only took a few neck kisses for Rindou Haitani to become pussy drunk? He loves when you pull his hair when he does something right 🥺 he just loves you okay— he’ll cum if you call him your good boy and tell him he’s doing great.

• Ran Haitani is the clingiest, most touchy ass yandere koala to exist and that’s on obsession. Loves to hug and cuddle with you and the only person he’s fine with having around you is his brother (the gremlin 💀). Another one who’s open about his obsession, and he immediately starts fights if someone even breathes funny in your presence. Ran’s a dirty player when it comes to potential rivals, but he fights more with words than actions. He prefers to air out their dirty laundry that he knows will make you want to stay away from his potential competitors.

Oh, this person likes you and hopes to confess? Do you know that they’re a notorious groper on trains and they sneak panty shots to sell on the internet? Well, ya know now 😶 and they no longer have a chance… not that they had one to begin with. The only time he actually goes as far as to maul someone is when they touch you, and he doesn’t need Rindou’s help with that. Sir they only bumped into you and they apologized? Calm tf down 😒

He does break into your place while you sleep, and he doesn’t leave when you wake up. It’s not alarming since he’s been doing this even when you were just friends. So waking up to Ran laying next to you and watching you till you wake up was already a common occurrence 🤷🏻‍♀️ I headcanon that he has a sorta ugly laugh, so he’s easily embarrassed by when you mimic him. He has no qualms with attacking his rivals with his baton when they try to steal you from him, and he makes it horrifyingly clear that he won’t stand for anyone coming between y’all. Like he does this shit with a pretty smile on his face and twirling his braids with his bloodstained baton.

Ran won’t kill anyone, and the most he does with female rivals is act much like them, but petty. Ya know how girls who don’t like each other are in the same room but they’re amongst their friends, so they just cast bitter smiles at each other and talk in sickly sweet tones? Yeah, that’s basically Ran with female rivals 🙄 at least he’s mild about it with them. He tries to act smooth and charming, and he is, but his voice cracks when he’s talking if you suddenly start making out with him. Ran will whine if you pull away before he’s done, asking “why’d you stop?”

But he gets his answer when you leave little kisses on his cheek and move to his neck. If you tell him to be a good boy and lay down after stripping his clothes off, he’s definitely gonna do it, just keep touching him. Ran gets more sensitive while you kiss down his body and play with his nipples for a little bit, but he’ll actually moan when you suck his balls. Focus on nothing else but his balls, and he’ll cum hard from it.

• Souya Kawata is the cutest yandere ever 🥺 he’s clingy and cuddly, loves to give you kisses, and he loves getting kisses from you too. Of course, he does have a dark side to his obsession. He does enter your home without you knowing, steals some of your stuff (i.e., clothing, your hairbrush, your hair TIES, etc.). His favorite thing to snatch is your panties, he uses them to get off when he’s stressed and you’re not there. Sometimes he’s invited over, and he loves that, but that itch to watch you when you’re not suspecting it doesn’t just go away even when you’re a couple.

He’ll watch you when you’re in the shower, and he can’t help but jerk himself off, wishing it was you instead of his hand 😭 help he’s so cute- Souya’s definitely not above attacking his rivals when you’re not there, and he will maul them especially bad if he knows that they’re intent on stealing you from him. He laughs while he does it too since he gets some form of joy from their fear. When he cries, we already know that’s an entirely different story. He’ll cry if he knows that a rival harassed or hurt you, then he’s seeing nothing but red until his vision clears and his hands and face are covered in the blood of his enemies.

I don’t see him as someone who kills his rivals. He doesn’t worry much about his female rivals since they either avoid him cause his eternally angry face is scary as hell, or think he’s cute and soft for you 👀 so they’ll back off either way. He’s had one female rival become an ally up until you got together, now they don’t even talk since she found her own agenda to pursue. Souya suspects that she might have hated everyone that he deemed a rival for your affections…

ANYWAY, he also stalks you when you’re not spending time with him. He does take candid pictures of you, but he won’t do anything more than that since he loves you too much. Souya’s a yandere, but he’s respectful of you (more or less since we know he’s a pervert-).

He’s a cutie though, and his neck is incredibly sensitive. Like if you even brush it with your finger, he’s keening for you before he hides his face from embarrassment 🫢 poor baby’s a loud mess when you give his neck some kisses, but he’s hard instantly if you move to his puffy nipples and play with his balls. Suck his dick while playing with his nipples, and you gon end up with a mouthful of cum and his adorable fucked out face 😶 he also has heart eyes as a result, and he’ll beg you for more.

‼️‼️‼️ TURN BACK NOW IF YOU DON’T WANT TO SEE YANDERE THEMES. THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING ‼️‼️‼️

• For fuck’s sake, Izana Kurokawa is batshit crazy. We already know this, but damn does he get worse when he falls for you. He’s a major stalker, and follows you literally everywhere, and that includes your own home. He actually has places where he hides in your house to watch you sleep. He will hide in your walls to watch you shower or to watch you touch yourself, and he gets ecstatic when he hears his name. Izana feels so loved when you think of him 🥺.

Of course, he’s one of the more sneaky yanderes on this list, so while he seems (his own kind of-) normal to you, he’s actually housing some pretty wild ideas upstairs 😨. Izana’s so sneaky that he’s able to snag some of your stuff from your place…yeah, even the bloodstained hygiene products you used. Listen, I don’t judge what you use 👀 but Izana’s not above stealing your used products or your panties if they have blood on them. He’d steal them and sniff em whether you were wet or bleeding. But oddly enough, he also steals your bras? He loves your boobs too, so he pretends that he’s groping them when he has your bra.

Ik panty thievery is a common theme in this list, but Izana’s something else with them. He will jerk off with them too, again regardless of blood or slick. Some of y’all might think it’s gross, but for y’all who are into it, he will offer to eat you out while you’re on your period and he’ll wholeheartedly enjoy it too 😶😶 he may also beg you to fuck him when it’s that time too, he’s a nasty little creature sometimes.

Izana’s also the type to go as far as to kill his rivals, and he doesn’t discriminate at all. Male and female rivals have something to fear with him cause he has no problem killing them 😬 and he has a sick, sick sense of joy when he does it. I only started off with the milder yanderes for a reason, and Izana’s the reason. He leaves zero room for intimidation, cause he’s already snatched them off the streets and he’s laughing while he mistakes them for a cake. Izana will only stop killing if you ask him to.

That being said, he’s definitely not the dominant one in the relationship despite how much of a menace he is upstairs. He’s a sucker for neck kisses, and it’s enough to make him submit to you. Kissing his neck is like a drug to him and he gets so into it, he starts moaning and telling you every nasty, dirty fantasy he has about you that day. You’re on your period? It hurts and it’s heavy? Izana’s on it, and he lets you use him for your relief. Ride his dick while you kiss and bite his neck, and he’ll actually sob from the pleasure and fill you up, begging you to go again.

• Mikey’s another cute yandere, but he’s still a yandere. I said I started off with the milder ones, and Mikey’s not one of those 😱 no, he’s a nutcase. When he’s with you though? He’s clingy, cuddly and gives you kisses, and pouty when you’re busy. Will whine if you don’t pay attention to him, and will be very dramatic about it 🤦🏻‍♀️ seriously, he’ll act like he’s very slowly dying if you don’t give him kisses.

Mikey doesn’t even break in, he just comes in and loudly announces his presence and asks for kisses. Doesn’t matter if you’re asleep too, he’s still gonna make his presence known. Falls asleep in the most random places, so don’t even be shocked if you find him asleep in your closet, cause you once found him asleep on the stairs with a pillow and blanket. He got happy when he woke up with you asking him if he was hungry, not even concerned that he sleeps in weird spots.

But beneath his cuteness, Mikey’s a terrifying force of nature with demons that reside within the meat mansion that he calls his body 😨. He’s already lost so many people that he loved, and he’s not about to have that happen again with you. Another major stalker, who once put a tracking device in your bag (till you found it and overstimulated him for several hours as punishment👀).

He has zero tolerance for people trying to steal your love from him, and he makes it known immediately when he meets a rival. Another who doesn’t leave room for intimidation cause those rivals are no more, and he also doesn’t discriminate on who mysteriously disappears. Just like Izana, he gets joy from their fear. But he won’t laugh, he won’t smile, he won’t even blink when he watches the lights of life go out from their eyes 😬 he won’t express it, but he enjoys their fear.

Does not care what gender his rival is, they will no longer exist once he catches a sign of them being interested in you. Again, Mikey will stop if you ask him to and assure him that nobody’s gonna steal your love from him. The most sensitive part of his neck is his Adam’s apple, and his collarbone is pretty sensitive too. He’ll definitely cum from that alone, but jerk him off while you bite his skin, he’ll flat out beg you to fuck him.

• Shuji FUCKIN HANMA is a GD menace to society- I’m not kidding. He’s actually creepy sometimes. He stares at you a lot, but it’s bad when he doesn’t even blink after you call him out on it 🙄. He sneaks into your house sometimes and like Izana, he has places to hide to watch you the times he’s not invited 😬. Shuji’s the type who’ll show up in the morning and wake you up by laying between your legs when you’re still asleep and kissing your clothed pussy.

If you let him eat you out, he wants you to pull his hair while he does it. Not rip it out, but enough to hurt him. He actually loves to be on the receiving end of the pain, and he will moan if you hurt him 🫢. Sometimes he’ll lay next to you and just watch you sleep. Not even blinking and you think he fell asleep like that (Ran and Baji do-). If you cut your finger (i.e., hangnail, paper cut, etc.), he will suck on your finger to taste your blood. Shuji’s a menace.

When it comes to his rivals, he’s not gonna immediately kill them. No, he stalks them and randomly appears. Nobody knows when he’s gonna show up suddenly, but he does, and that makes it worse on their mind 😨 Shuji plays mind games with them. Every time they see him, he inches closer and closer. And he doesn’t ever stick to a certain time. Everything he does is unpredictable, so it’s always scary when he finally closes in 😱. Shuji isn’t as torturous as Mikey, Izana, or Sanzu, cause his mind games were torture enough. Safe to say, those rivals are gone and the ones that still exist were scared off and got lucky to be alive.

He stops killing for you, but starts up again if he notices a rival getting too bold with you 😐😑😐 SIR CALM DOWN— anyway, he loves neck kisses…but with a twist. Sure, he loves the kisses themselves. Can’t get enough of em, they’re his favorite drug. But he’s a real sucker for when you bite his neck.

Leave hickeys if you want, but he wants you to bite him hard enough to draw blood. He actually gets off to that when he’s alone, but he’s definitely a screamer when you bite his neck. He doesn’t have a certain spot, cause his entire neck is sensitive. Of course, don’t bite off chunks of him like a GD zombie 🤦🏻‍♀️ just draw a little bit of blood, make him hurt, and he’s happy with it. He’ll cum from that alone, no joke.

• Sanzu Haruchiyo’s probably the worst one of this entire list 😶 he’ll actually try to drug you, kidnap you, the works. He breaks in, steals your panties or bras, and his favorite ones are stained with blood, slick, sweat, he doesn’t care as long as it came out of you. He actually comes into the shower with you and stares at you, but internally freaks out when you offer to wash his hair or his back 🥺 he’s batshit crazy, but he’s also touch starved.

Of course, in response to trying to drug or kidnap you, he gets punished for it. Tried to slip a roofie in your drink? You edge him for an entire workday by filling his hole with a remote controlled vibrator and constantly switch how high it is. He actually almost passed out during a meeting because he was trying so hard not to make it known what was happening and he didn’t even get to cum 🫢. Tried to snatch you off the streets in your good shoes? He has to count how many times you made him cum and he has to apologize after every time he does.

Sanzu doesn’t have to do all that bullshit since you claimed him 🤦🏻‍♀️ so he oughta learn to S T O P. His rivals aren’t even people to him, they’re trash. He won’t acknowledge them as humans when he hunts them down. He’s worse than Shuji in this regard, cause he has been in their homes and left indications that they’re being hunted. Sanzu takes his sweet time killing them, and he’ll either laugh or show zero emotions whatsoever 😐.

However, female rivals seem to be a gray area with him. He’ll either indiscriminately kill them, or he’ll be petty like Ran. He’s dirty, and he plays it too. Oh, they have feelings for you and intend to take you? You don’t know, do you? They were arrested for robbery and they cheat on their partners! Smiles at some of them in the face and uses a borderline sickly sweet tone of voice while talking to them, but then he hunts them down anyway cause he don’t like anyone who tries to steal your love 😱.

I’m sorry I gotta disappoint y’all, but he wouldn’t stop his ways if you asked. Idk what to tell y’all, Sanzu’s unhinged and won’t stop killing his rivals. But when he starts to lose his mind again, kiss his neck. He’ll stop immediately and melt. He just feels so loved, he doesn’t even mind if you bite him! If anything, he prefers it more since he takes hickeys as claiming him. He lets out the prettiest moans too when you kiss and suck on his neck, he laughs a little sometimes, and he sobs when you play with his balls at the same time. Cries when he cums, and will act out in hopes that you’ll make him cum more times than he can handle.

#💫: old work!#🚞: smut! (thirst train)#🚺: fem reader!#🔪: dark content (yandere)#sub tokrev #yandere tokyo revengers #IF YOU SAW THIS FROM REBLOGS ITS ME-

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┌─ “ ! „ CHALKBOARD AND NAILS

tw. noncon, yandere, dumbification, objectification, daddy kink, some degradation, some praise, threats, brief mention of murder and blood, hair pulling, forced oral wordcount. 4.5k

a/n. ♡ commissioned by the amazing @totalleelee ♡♡♡ here you are my loVE!!! happy late birthday to your friend as well, and I really hope you guys enjoy it! I always like getting to write new characters and Nanami was definitely a fun one. I had to make the fic longer bc I wanted moreEeeeee but yea i just really really hope you enjoy it, and thank you again a miLLIOn for commIng me iM so sO HONOUREDDD

nanami kento x fem!reader

You should think about what you’re doing. Lying upside down off the couch with your eyes big and long, distracting lashes and your hair hanging; casting playful shadows on the floor when you move. His couch. He’d like to believe you’re doing it on purpose -hell, most people would probably be inclined to- when you’ve got that coy, little smile on your face and your shirt rides up to reveal a sliver of skin above your pants.

He would assume if you had ever dared to come onto him in any way. But you haven’t, and so he can’t, not when you remain the perfectly sweet, kind, respectful graduate they hired only a few years ago— and it makes him too aware of you.

Nanami’s not the prim and proper bootlicker Gojo jokes he looks like; so among the other sorcerers, it isn’t even too illogical that you would cling to him a little. A kouhai dumped on his doorstep when the higher-ups decided to employ them fresh out of school. If it were anyone else, he would’ve complained until the choice was overruled. But you’re not anyone else. He can’t even lie about the fact that he’s grown quite the attachment to you.

Your bubbly, engaged energy and blueberry scented shampoo and cheap coffee in styrofoam cups that you always, always forget to throw away at the end of the day. Your chattering that rings through his brain before he goes to sleep and the way you talk and talk and talk when he won’t. You’re the exact opposite of an enigma, because that would require that you left him with some mysteries, and you don’t have the ability to keep your mouth shut. He hates how easy you wind him around your little finger, and he hates that he hates it.

Nanami’s not a dependant guy- and it seems to be your goal to prove him so fucking wrong.

“Why wouldn’t that be possible? I mean, it’d be hard if suddenly a curse shows up and you’re called up in the middle of the night and have to rush to work, and our rates of serious injury are pretty high. But I think I could make it work! Y’know, communication is key and all that.” Your pretty lips shine as you ramble on. You prop your head onto one arm, and turn over so your leg is basically straddling his furniture. “Have you ever dated a non-sorcerer while you’ve been a grade one, Nanamin?”

He lets out a slow exhale, and shifts his gaze back from the lines of your throat to his book so you don’t catch him looking. “No.”

“Not once? In like twelve years?” You raise a brow like you’ve suddenly discovered he’s some ancient fossil dug up from the canal.

“I prefer not to leave my partners for weeks on end with no explanation because the sorcerer world forbids it— so no. And I didn’t graduate twelve years ago, brat.” With the spine of the book he taps your nose, before getting up from the chair to join you on the couch. The few drinks have been abandoned as you finally let the blood back out of your head and wobble like a deer, blinking too slowly. Even now, you’re pretty. Prettier than he wants you to be, taking in the soft slope of your nose and the pillowy lips and your stupid flush on your face. Brat is right.

“I think I’ll do it,” you declare after a few seconds, and rest your head back into the couch with a pout. “I get lonely. And most sorcerers have giant egos.” He’s not sure if it takes him aback -can’t place the emotion that washes over him a few inches at a time- but he finds himself watching the side of your face a little too tightly. The cogs turn in his head and send some uncomfortable cold to gather in the pit of his stomach. Your lashes flutter and some wetness lines your waterline, and he can tell that you mean it. It isn’t the alcohol, he knows you better than enough.

When you look up at him, your faces are only a few inches apart— soft breaths filling the narrow space between. Has he ever told you he loves you? He’s not a man of too many words, that’s always been more your style than his— so probably not. But he does. So much it carves a gaping hole in his chest upon impact. He doesn’t have to say anything to see the way your eyes flutter shyly with the near perfect closeness. As your silence hangs as the room disappears, his hand twitching on his thigh. Aren’t you partly his like he’s yours? That’s how it should work. It’s the only logical course of action, and so he can’t help but lean in.

You’re just too shy to say anything- right? You wouldn’t hang out with him so much if you didn’t, wouldn’t trust and touch him, or confide in him so much if you didn’t. His heart burns in his chest the closer you seem to get. But before he can finish up the gap, you giggle and back away. “Wow! Hey, we almost kissed.” Your voice is a higher pitch than normal, but still rambly. Fuck. “I didn’t expect you to be so close when I looked up,” your nose and cheeks are burning hot, “you scared me, Nanamin~”

You stand from the couch instead, and lean towards him with that little smile that drives him crazy at night. “Senpai, it’s clearly time for me to go home. I’m getting sloppy.” You are. And as much as he wants to use that as an excuse to grab you by your waist and pull you into his lap, it wouldn’t do any good. Not when you’re too busy running your mouth to understand the consequences. He loves you, but you’re one infuriating little runt. You run your hand through his hair like it’s an intrusive thought, spilling loose locks onto his forehead, and then you smack your lips. “Will you see me to the door at least?”

For not the first time, he blames your loose lips for making it so hard for him.

You’re entirely different outside the four walls of his apartment.

It’s a coincidence that he finds himself across the street as he spots you walking under the streetlights with a little jump in your step. You look a different sort of formidable— clinging to the arm of some plain fucking loser that is so very clearly drooling all over you. It’s almost pathetic how easily swayed the guy is, as you bat your lashes and smile at him. And somewhere in the back of his mind, it rings a little familiar, but common sense and logic get pushed down a little under the feeling of anger that he feels bubbling up in him.

Not at you— though he told you he didn’t think it a good idea, you’ve always been a bit dense. In need of protection. It isn’t an option, and Nanami’s responsible for you. He looks out for you. This fucking loser though, is oblivious about anything but the skin your dress is showing off. In the brief few moments he gets to spot you walking off towards your street, that much becomes clear. You love making it hard for him. You’re basically magnetic, dragging him along from whatever chore he was doing to follow behind patiently, getting more and more agitated.

See, Nanami has thought quite often about what he is, and isn’t. You forced him to think it over whenever he found his mind wandering back to you each time it had the chance, squeezing around his cock and whining out your dramatics into his mouth. In his imagination, he’s easy to wrap up into a neat bow. With a begrudgingly growing interest each time you landed on his couch, or trailed behind him like a puppy at work. It’s because of all that introspection that he decided he isn’t a good do-er. He does good, and he is perfectly adequate at doing it too. But he doesn’t do it for the praise of it.

Nanami isn’t a hero. He isn’t a vigilante.

He’s a simple guy with simple wants: you. So there’s only one reason that crystalizes in his mind as he finds himself walking a good distance behind this fucking loser that you’re blinking stars up at. It isn’t a noble one. Just that every fiber in him aches to grab the guy by the back of his neck and kick his head like a soccer ball. You wouldn’t like that much, but he still wants to do it.

You’re beaming and chattering along like you do at such a pace that you don’t even notice that he’s started to follow behind. Hell, you barely even acknowledge a passerby to move out of the way. You’re totally zoned in to your doe-eyed, little fantasies— even as the distance gets closer and closer, and he’s walking down the now familiar streets towards your apartment. And as much as he wants to blame you, he can't. Not really. It’s not like he didn’t know what a sweet little cheerleader you were when you were prancing around his office with the shortest skirts known to man and a coquettish blink of your long lashes. But it’s different when it’s some two-bit, middle aged non-sorcerer with a five o’clock shadow.

It’s different when it isn’t him. Even you must know that. You must feel it.

The sky’s darkening as your conversation goes from enthusiastic to clearly flirty, letting your giggle ring out down the lane— as he makes up the last bit of distance. The guy’s probably musty breath reaching you as he swings his arm over your shoulder, as he pulls you close. As he fills your head with all kinds of promises that he definitely won’t actually meet as soon as he gets your pretty hands around his cock. He knows it, and he knows that even your innocent, sweet personality would take a hit if that happened. You wouldn’t be able to perform well at work, and maybe even your relationship with Nanami would suffer if you got your heart broken.

There’s a very clear path before him that ends right where you’re walking up the steps towards your door, and those pretty lips form words he can’t focus on. He walks up to the door, and only now do you glance behind you and your pretty eyes go curiously wide at him. “Nanami?” You’re so fucking cute. But that stupid fucking arm around your shoulders is in his way. It blocks you from view, and ruins the sight. It’s a bother. There’s only the faintest hints of jealousy and rage left in his veins - when he gives you a quick nod, then turns towards the guy who’s now got an awfully dumb expression on his face. It reminds him a little of a curse, blank and narrowed and disturbed. He feels eerily calm, really. It’s a simple problem with a simple solution, isn’t it.

“What are you doing here-” you start to say, before you stumble back.

Blood splatters all over, and with an awfully easy motion that stupid head rolls and drops to the floor. It’s quick, and there’s a few seconds where he waits for the resistance. The uncomfortable feeling of guilt. But it doesn’t come—

Until your shaky hand clutches almost painfully onto his shirt, pinching him. “H- Nanamin. What the hell do you think you’re doing? What did you-” You gasp, breaking off into a choked cry when your eyes take in the sight before you, before squeezing your eyes shut entirely and starting to shake harder. “What’s- why?! What did you do? Why did you do that?! I can’t- I can’t even- what- why?!”

You shove him aside, and his foot lands in the mess as you fumble sticking the key into the lock— too shaky to control your own extremities well. But your mouth still hasn’t stopped running. “Stay away! Go away! You’re- I- hick- I don’t wanna look!” You finally manage to get the key turned by the time the tears are making your cheeks entirely shiny, snot running and lip wobbly like a five year old— and sink down into a crouch to start sobbing it out into your arm. “You just killed a-an-” You can’t even make it halfway through without breaking out into another squeak. “F-for no reason. I invited him here- seriously, what’s wrong with you?”

Your face doesn’t come up again for breath until he grabs you by the arm to help you up, and you shove at him again, almost yelling this time. “No, no, no no no! Leave me alone!” This little scene you’re making is gonna attract attention, you know. “Leave me alone, I want to go in!” Before the situation can get out of hand, he pushes your door open enough to toss you inside, and the body after you. There’s a muffled little whimper from you when it lands with a thump on your floor. But as soon as he closes the door, the surge of adrenaline calms.

He just has to explain it to you, give him a minute.

“I don’t wanna- I don’t-”

For some reason, the entire situation winded him, and his beating heart bangs loudly in his chest. He drops his weapon aside and kicks off his shoes, and goes to you— where you’re cocooned in your own arms, knees to your chest. “Hey, it’s-”

“Leave me alone!” you squeak, knocking his hands away from you, only briefly looking up. “Go. Hck- go away!” You’re crying so much that your eyes are red and your cheeks puffy. But he still grabs you by your arms and hauls you up into his chest, ignoring the way you make yourself dead weight. Brat. He wants to say it, but he’s pretty sure you wouldn’t be too happy to hear it at this very moment. It’s not like he blames you. He’s always tried to shield you from the more gruesome parts of the occupation as much as possible. Of course you’d be upset. “Nanamin~” you whine.

“Shhh, just calm down. It’s all good now.” His heart still beats so loud. Maybe he was angrier than he first imagined. He carries you -much to your dismay, if your sniveling cries are anything to go off- out of the hall and into your bedroom. Where it smells of perfume and girly body lotion, and so overwhelmingly like you it takes him aback a little. You’re still crying, and still talking- but he does his best to drown it out in favor of explaining. See, he’s always been such a sucker for you. Swallowing down the slight rasp in his voice, he allows you to drop back into your bed, and looks down at you. You’re still pretty even with your eyes clenched closed, and crying like a baby. “There, ‘s okay.”

He runs his thumb along your eyes, then settles down next to you on the plush mattress. “I didn’t mean to scare you. Listen-”

“How can I -hck- listen?!” You’re quick to turn your face away from him, and wrap your arms around yourself a bit tighter— probably unaware of the distracting way you push up your tits that way in that little implication of a dress. Really, Nanami swallows, you can obviously do much better than that loser that’s probably staining your carpet at the entrance. Your lip wobbles again, before you suck it into your mouth. “I don’t know what- or how- but that isn’t okay, Nanamin. I just-”

So again, he tries to get your attention, this time by grabbing your arm. “Just listen. I did it for you- if this was anyone else I wouldn’t have been so pressed.” It’s true. No one is a priority like you are. “I had to.”

“What are you talking about? How- is killing someone- oh god, there’s a dead guy in my house, Nanamin! I don’t k- what am I gonna do? Why would you-”

“I’m trying to tell you something.” His voice is lower and sharper this time, and your eyes finally shoot open to look at him. But it isn't that adoring little look you normally have, and somehow that pisses him off too. You really need to have everything spelled out for you, huh. He loves you though, really, he genuinely, genuinely does. As more than just an equal— if he could, he’d give you everything. He just doesn’t know how to say it, staring back at the wobbly tears on your face. “I love you,” is what ends up coming out, and then a breath.

And he’d say more if you weren’t such a talker.

Your face goes a little distant for a few seconds, before you shake your head. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“I will tell you, if you just-”

“I can’t accept that, senpai! You can’t just go around and kill-”

“I was protecting you!”

“From what?!” Before you even give him a chance, a real one, you start righting yourself on the bed and run a hand under your nose. And you stare at him with such disbelief and broken trust that it makes him feel a little dizzy. He doesn’t know exactly how he imagined himself spilling his guts, but it wasn’t like this. “You need to leave. And I need to contact someone from the higher ups to- take care of- I don’t even know,” you sob, “I don’t know how any of this goes. That’s so messed up, Kento.” That’s the first time you’ve ever addressed him by his first name. Scolding him for a choice he made purely for you. He did this for you. “You need to-”

He can’t let the first time end this way.

“Stop talking.”

“Stop talking?” You echo back to him, and glare, also getting up off the bed and farther away from him— and he can’t help but follow. “What did you think was gonna happen? That I wasn’t going to say anything?” As he gets up with you, you walk back a step, and your eyes flick back and forth between him and the door a few times. But he chases, and you jump in surprise when your back meets the wall, effectively trapping you between the wall and him. “I- Nanami-”

“Kento.”

You barely blink as you take a sharp intake of air, and then hold your hands up to his chest to keep some space between you two. “Look- just- we can talk about this, but I can’t just ignore that there’s a dead body in my house, Kento.” He’s really sick of you talking. You’re lucky he loves your voice so much, because if it was anyone else, he wouldn’t stand for it. Whatever you see in his expression must have you worried, because that slight defiance that remains gets awfully feeble when he reaches for you this time. “You’re scaring me. Please, just- hck- just back up. Let me process this, and then we can talk.”

“No, all your talking just gets in the way.” Your eyes go wide and a wave of heat washes over your features, making you look even more attractive. If he can’t tell you, he’ll just show you. You’ve got it all fucking wrong. What he feels for you is true love. Before you can go on another mad ramble, he grabs you and drags you back to bed, as gently as he can while having his hand screwed tight around your wrist. He wouldn’t ever actually hurt you. As you land on the bed, he holds you down— watching as you open your mouth to talk. But you can’t, because he’s already shoved two fingers between your lips and feels the way your hot, wet tongue squirms as he pushes them down your throat. “There, that’s better.”

Still you’re trying to talk, it’s almost funny. You whine around his fingers and gag when you can’t, breathing his name into an uncomfortable moan that just turns him on. You try to pull your head away, but you can’t. “You’re a lot sweeter when you’re not running your mouth sometimes, baby.” He can’t help it, it just comes out. He likes you so much, and you just look so cute gagging on his fingers and grabbing his sleeve like you’re not sure whether or not to pull or push. Tears start welling up along your waterline when he runs his fingertips over your soft, pink tongue. And his cock twitches in his pants.

That’s the good part, see. Even with all this fighting, you two still get along so well. You make him a better man when he’s around you. At least, in theory. He’s not crazy, he knows that holding you down and making you choke on his fingers isn’t really the best course of action -but you left him no choice- and he’s better off finishing what he started. “If you shut up,” he draws his fingers out of your mouth to start unzipping his pants, “I’ll let you breathe. If you don’t, I’ll make sure you won’t want to talk again.” It’s all up to you, pretty girl. Simple cause and effect. You take one sharp breath as you try to get out from under his weight, but there’s really nowhere you can go.

So you do what you do best, and whine. “Nanami~” It’s a baby-ish little whimper that makes him name sound so fucking good. But still. He grabs your face to squish your cheeks, and stares down at you with such intensity that you keep your cries in.

“It’s Kento.” His voice is a low, soft rumble. He wonder if it gives away the way his body feels right now, standing above you while his cock strains against his pants. They’re getting too tight to be comfortable. “Or daddy- you like that better? Say it.” You shake your head into his grip -but your ears start glowing another color brighter, almost like he’s caught you in a lie. Of course you do. You and him are made to be together. You let out another little squeak before he lets go of you to start undoing his pants.

That apparently seems to be too much, because suddenly you’re trying to get up as you speak. “No, no, I’m not-” You’re trapped when he forces you back down and now yanks your head back by your hair, making you cry again. “Ow, please senpai— I like you, I really do- but I can’t- I- hang on.” The heat crawls up his neck to his ears watching your eyes go big as the belt falls and his pants go down his thighs. You really do look good on your fucking knees.

“I told you to stop yapping, didn’t I?” He asks in return, and finishes sliding his boxers down, kicking them aside. Then he pulls your face towards his cock and watches as you whine. “Open up for daddy. There’s only one thing your mouth’s good for.” You’re so easy to hold in place, and it sends unimaginable gratification through his body when your little tongue comes out for him. You’re really such a brat, making everything so fucking hard for him.

You open your mouth enough for him to start pushing inside at just the slightest yank of your hair, making you whine and whimper as you shuffle around between his legs. Your hands come to rest on his thighs, but that doesn’t hold him from sliding the hot head of his cock as far as he can into your mouth right away. You look amazing drooling all over his cock, choking when he starts to move with the most patient moves he can manage. It’s not easy to do much of anything except rock himself on your soft tongue and feel your whining go down his shaft and balls. “There, now you’re making yourself useful. That’s what you do best, hm, fucking brat?”

“Agh, fuck- that’s- such a soft little mouth.” You make him feel heavenly, and by the way you’re shifting down there on the floor -trying and failing to get the friction you want- you’re also feeling it. He can tell by the way you blink up at him so slow, swallowing around him and letting that pretty voice out in the cutest, little moans. Just for him. Only ever for him. “You’re so lucky you’re this fucking cute,” he ends up rasping out, before letting you finally pull back to breathe when you start jittering. “Say something smart again, brat.”

“Agh, daddy,” you sob, drool spilling down your chin, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.” He can tell you are. Your big eyes glossy and cheeks hot, you try to get up from the floor, and he yanks you up to turn you over instead. Your little dress rides up too easily, giving the rest of the way when he shoves it up your back. It’s almost embarrassing to see how wet you are, lacy panties soaked all the way through and peeled too easily aside to reveal that needy pussy. And you don’t even deny it, just shiver when he runs his finger up and down your slicked up cunt. “Please.”

He’s such a sucker for you, fuck. It’s almost like you know it. “My little cock slut, look at that. You’re dripping down your thighs, brat.” He spits on your center once before lining up and sliding in, and watching as your little pussy stretches around his cock with some effort— as you let out a lewd, almost desperate whine. “Fuck.” And Nanami hoists himself over you to start fucking into you, hips meeting your ass as he bottoms out, as you open your legs further to let him in. Your back half hangs pathetically over the end of the bed as he fucks into your tight, hot -so fucking hot and wet and beaming- pussy and his balls clap against you. You feel so good it’s hard to hear anything over his own heartbeat hammering wildly against his ribs.

“Daddy feel good inside?”

“Mhm, agh-yea.”

You too, baby. Nothing in the world feels as good as letting your pussy swallow and suck him in deeper, like you’re trying to hold him in that impossibly hot, blissful clutch forever. He can’t even hear much of your whining and moaning and pitiful struggle, but you probably haven’t stopped. You don’t even have the energy to close your mouth, trying to push back to meet his thrusts more even as he bumps against the end of your pussy— and his one hand is squeezed around your neck. But you look pretty this way. You look useful.

“Tell me how much you like me.”“So~ much, so much, fuck. I’m gonna cum, Kento. Daddy.” Your mouth’s still running when he snakes his hand underneath you to start rubbing at your puffy clit, and feels the way his own body starts to tighten when your walls clench wildly around him. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum. I want you to cum too, want to feel it- I wanna have you deep inside me forever, ah, ah. Oh, you feel so good, fuck.” It’s almost ironic when he thinks about it. How much he likes you running your mouth like this, begging for more. It’s poetic.

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