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princessoflalaland · 3 days
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“I don’t like you talking to that Kenjaku bitch.”
“what?” He’s baffled you’d bring her up. Jin has only spoken to her a handful of times in the past, but having been her chem partner all year, they’ve developed a close friendship. One that he’s fond of because it doesn’t feel forced or one sided. He feels like Kenjaku genuinely likes him for him.
and he can’t stand the fact that you’re trying to forbid him from seeing her.
“Why not? She hasnt done anything to me.” Jin argues.
“not yet. You don’t know her like I do, she’s a damn snake.”
Jin rolls his eyes. You are being over-dramatic and that squashes his appetite. He begins packing away his half eaten bento, preparing to abandon you on the rooftop.
you don’t take kindly to this, however, and grab his arm just as he’s getting up. “Listen, nerd, she’s bad news. She doesn’t have friends for a reason, and it ain’t got nothing to do with me or some other bully.”
your face pinches in the same manner your stomach clamps down uncomfortably around the food you ate. Jin has always listened to you, even in the moments where he doesn’t fully trust you. So why is it now he wants to rebel? Why is it when you finally have his best interest in mind that he wants to distrustful of you?
“Jin—” you begin again with more desperation than you’re comfortable with. But he snatches his arm out of your grip and whips around to look at you, his caramel eyes seething behind his semi-circular , silver glasses.
“it sounds to me like your jealous, insecure even. You don’t want anyone else to have my attention because maybe then I’ll start to like them and won’t want to take your bullshit anymore.” Jin’s mouth is a loose cannon now, that curse not having meant to slip out.
but the bite in his tone, the venom in his words, all of that is intentional. “Forget it, y/n. You’ve put me through so much crap, and just because I’m sleeping with you, you think you can run my life completely.”
your mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water. What is going on? You can’t wrap your brain around anything that he’s saying. You can only feel the helplessness beginning to shroud your heart as someone you care about is rejecting you.
You do care about him, right?
Jin straightens his back and holds his bento box beside his body. The look in his eyes chills you down to your core, makes you feel small. It’s a look you’ve only ever seen in his supposedly heartless twin. “Well, I’m done being your bitch. I’m gonna be friends with Kenjaku, and if you have a problem with that, too damn bad.”
he leaves you on the rooftop with nothing but a shaken soul and the chill of the uncharacteristically cold spring air. His words ran laps in your head as you slumped against the chain link fence, pondering on what the hell you should do now.
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princessoflalaland · 1 month
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it's no surprise that leon gets discouraged sometimes. after everything he's endured, after all the lives lost...sometimes he questions what his purpose is, if anything is ever really worth it.
he's reminded, though, that he's good for something: making you feel good. with his face buried between your plush thighs, he listens intently to how you praise him.
"just like that, baby. 's good, you're so good to me, fuck!" you pant, gripping his blond locks fiercely, eliciting a wanton groan from him.
your essence drips down his chin, his eyes glued to your chest, which rises and falls with labored breaths. he slides two of his thick fingers inside of your greedy hole, reveling in you squeeze him.
"you like that?" he mumbles against your cunt, the vibrations making you convulse. "yes, baby, i love it.." you momentarily open your eyes to find his. the desperation to please you swims in his pools of blue, and you're more than ready to drown in it. "i love you."
his dick just about tries to rip right through his clothes. "lemme suck your clit, baby. lemme make it feel good." and as he does your back makes a perfect arch off the bed. he keeps this up, and the pressure in your stomach will continue to build, edging you closer to your release. "love you so much, love hearing you..." his words sink into you, warm your body from the inside out.
"ohmygodohmygod, oh my fuuuck..!" you keen, fingers hastily pinching and rubbing your nipples.
"'m finally good for something, huh? please, look at me and tell i'm doin good." his cock aches, burns almost, in his pants. he's hoping he does a good enough job eating you out that you'll let him cum inside you.
"you're so good, leon." his cock twitches with each word, every time you say his name. "make me cum, make me cum please!"
his hips buck against the air reflexively, as if he's trying to fuck you through manifestation alone. suckling on your clit, he makes you cream on his tongue, your sweet essence making his mind go blank.
without meaning to, he cums in his pants, whimpering as he laps up everything he worked hard for. hopefully, despite cumming in the most pathetic way possible, you'll still let him fuck you.
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princessoflalaland · 29 days
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“when i said put a baby in me, i guess you took it literally.”
“what?” he looks up from the book he’s reading, hazel eyes alight with confusion.
you thrust the positive pregnancy test into his face, smiling proudly. “you knocked me up, nanami kento.”
his own smile makes a slow appearance on his handsome face, tears pooling in the corners of his eyes. they don’t stay there long, beautiful streams cascade down his cheeks.
“i’m going to be a father.” he utters breathlessly. “oh, dear, come here. let me hold you…”
sitting in his lap, his strong arms around your waist, he breathes in your natural scent. “a baby, our baby. i really can’t believe it.” he hasn’t stopped gushing or let go of the pregnancy protectively clutched in his fist.
“i can.” you say, rubbing your belly. “and i’m more excited than i imagined.” he lifts his head from where he tucked it into your neck, gazing up at you.
“i tell you this all the time, but i don’t think i’ve ever felt it, ever meant it more than i do right now: i love you.”
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princessoflalaland · 1 month
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“i’m here, i always will be”
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content: smut, angst(?) to comfort
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toji wasnt unfamiliar with your stress relief habits. He’s known you for years, he knows what gets under your skin and how well you can handle certain situations.
when you first revealed to him that you wanted his help in relieving your stress, he was confused. How could he help? You quickly gave him his answer one night, tugging his pants and boxers down and easing him into your salivating mouth.
he really couldn’t believe how eager you were, pulling moan after pathetic yet sexy moan from as yo swallowed him whole. Once he’d came on your face, he picked you and threw on the couch. Collecting the slick that had pooled in your panties while you sucked him off, he lined his mushroom tip with your entrance.
“stop fuckin around, Fushiguro.” you huffed impatiently, earning a carnal groan from him. You reached behind you, spreading one of your cheeks to give him a better look at your pussy as it clenched around air.
with pleading eyes that contradicted your demanding tone, you said, “fuck me already!” Toji hated taking orders, especially from impatient, cock-hungry whores like his friend. You earned a sharp slap to your ass, a whimper of yours following his action.
“Keep rushin me and I leave without letting you cum.” That was his only warning. He spread you out deliciously as he sank his duck into your walls. You winced, not accustomed to his girth, but it wasn’t long before that pain bled into blinding pleasure.
“Shit.” He hissed, massaging the globes of your ass that were flush against his pelvis. “Tight as hell…”
he thrusted into you mercilessly, reveling in your keens of pleasure. his green eyes darkened as he watched your nails claw at the couch cushions.
“you were so bossy earlier,” he jeered, snatching you up by the nape so your moans weren’t muffled by the couch. “what happened? ‘s too much for you, ma?”
you didn’t respond, solely focused on how his tip continuously prodded at your g-spot and snatched any and all responses from your drooling mouth. there was another kind of bliss toji’s rough handling of you brought: silence. you couldn’t hear the thoughts that screamed endlessly in your skull, and even if you could, you couldn’t focus on them.
all there was was sweet silence and overwhelming pleasure.
“if y’won’t talk, i’ll make good use of that mouth then.” he says huskily, snaking his hand to your throat and harshly turning your head, sealing your lips in a deep kiss.
the moans and cries he swallowed made his cock throb, made him slow down just a bit to really feel your insides. “God,” he groaned, tongue dragging of yours. “taste so good, fuck.”
he shuddered, chuckling darkly as your walls spasmes around his girth, leaking your creamy orgasm onto him. “‘cummin’ from a kiss?” he breathed, pulling back to study your fucked out, sweaty face. “so cute.”
your eyes came into focus, and for a second toji saw desperation in them. only, this desperation wasn’t the sexual kind, but more fearful. he didn’t know what to make of your expression.
still trying to catch your breath, you uttered, “again.”
and that’s how it was for months. when the world around you became a bit too much, you’d call toji and he fuck the stress right out of you, however you want and however long you need. some days, two orgasms was enough to settle you down. as of late, though, you’ve been seeing him everyday for the past two weeks, fucking him late into the night to try and ease the strain life is putting on you.
toji had begun to worry. he was all for having sex with you as stress relief, in his eyes it was a win-win: he gets to fuck the woman he’s been quietly pining after while helping her destress. but now, watching you ride him to what would be your fourth orgasm and his third, he didn’t feel any pleasure. he never bothered asking what made you want this, want to fuck your worries away, he didn’t feel like it was place to question you.
but he couldn’t help but notice how your thighs shook with fatigue, sweat dripped off your nose and down your back, how your expression was more serious than orgastic, he knew something really wasn’t right.
“hey..” he said gruffly, his hold on your waist tightening. “hey, slow down.” his words fell on deaf ears.
you continued bouncing on him, panting with exhaustion. you still gripped his length like nothing he’s ever felt, but he would only feel good if you felt good. and it was apparent that you weren’t doing this to feel good anymore.
“baby.” he said a bit louder. his big hands tried to still your body. “baby, stop.”
“shut up.” you huffed. you weren’t looking at him, eyes zeroed in on a place on his chest. the vacant look in your eyes made his blood run cold.
“y/n, stop.” he slammed you down on his length, the impact and the way his tip stabbed your g-spot, startling you. you yelped, bringing your eyes to his finally.
“i can’t stop.” your voice wavered with what toji could only recognize as fear. what were you so afraid of? why did you want to keep going despite your obvious fatigue? “l-let’s keep going, i just need one more…”
toji flipped you onto the bed, his burly figure caging you against the mattress. he pulled out of you, leaving you empty and hollow enough for all the thoughts you hated to come flooding back in.
“tell me why.” toji demanded. your brows furrowed at his words. “why do you want to keep going?”
the room felt colder, maybe it was the sweat that collected on your skin now doing it’s job. you breathed fast and quick, feeling small underneath his searching gaze.
toji didn’t want to scare you, the was the last thing he wanted. he just wanted to know what you were so afraid of, why you kept fucking until there was almost nothing left in you.
“y/n.” he uttered softly. he brought his hand your cheek, wiping some of the sweat. “tell me what’s going on. please.”
this was what you dreaded the most. the moment he’d catch on and begin to worry, to ask. the moment where he’d force you to confront whatever plagues your mind. your heart thudded madly in your chest, mouth agape with words unspoken.
all you could muster was a jerky shake of your head. “it’s fine, i’m fine.” who were you fooling? not toji.
he sat back on his heels, perusing you. “that lie isn’t gonna work this time around.” he let his gaze wander down your body, a body he’d happily worship for the rest of his days.
“i know you only see me as an outlet for your stress, ‘n i’m okay wit that.” his eyes found yours, the earnestness in them silencing the thoughts that had regained their voice. “but, if you let me, i can be more to you. i wanna help you, baby.”
that was the last crack the dam could withstand. tears fell, one after another, down your cheeks. your bottom lip trembled fiercely. “it’s so much, toji. everything is just so much, and i just…i just want it to stop.”
he wrapped you in his big arms, ready to let everything that troubles you soak into in him through your tears. his embrace broke you down into sobs, to which he cooed encouragement and reassurance into your hair.
“you’ll be okay. it may not feel like it now, but you will be. give it time, baby.” his voice gets through to you despite how hard you were crying. they brought solace that even the sex didn’t bring. you began to think that maybe sex wasn’t what you needed. an ear to listen, someone to hold you and tell you you’ll get through this. . “im here, i always will be.”
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princessoflalaland · 16 days
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synopsis: in which worick reassures he loves your small boobs
content: smut, dry humping, breast play
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“She’s…not stacked?”
you glare at him. “no, she’s not, jackass. keep your dumbass comments to yourself, arcangelo.”
worick's stupid comment does not go over your head. he's made it a stupid habit to voice his thoughts about women; not derogatory, just honest (in his eyes). it’s not like he’s wrong though: your tits are small, not as impressive as alex's.
normally, it doesn’t bother you, but the comment is coming from someone you find remotely attractive, someone you've pining over for the past couple of weeks. so it stings a bit more than usual. worick curls his lips into that sexy, shit-eating grin he’s known for as you storm off after nicolas. he makes a silent promise to change your mindset on him and those cute tits of yours.
little do you know that feature, along with many other things about you, is what turns him on the most. so, in the moments when it’s just the two of you in the apartment, he has you straddling his lap. he kneads the small yet plush mounds on your chest, making you whine and writhe on his growing bulge.
he grinds his hips up into your clothed cunt, groaning around the nipple in his mouth. “such pretty, perky tits.” his faded blue eyes peer up at you, pools of lust that makes your stomach flip. “dunno why you’d get upset over them.”
you bite your lip and huff out a moan. “'m not upset about them. i’m upset over—” an involuntary whine interrupts you. worick pinched the nipple that isn’t in his mouth and let his teeth clam down gently on the one his mouth. heat and arousal pumps through you with every beat of your racing heart. “y-your words. that’s what upset m-mee..”
“aw, darling.”he coos, popping off your sensitive nipple. he pays attention to the next one, swiping his expert tongue over your areola. “didn’t mean to make you mad.”
he can’t get over the look on your face. your pleasure keeps you from fully contorting your beautiful face into an expression of anger. he rolls one of your sensitive buds between his fingers, eliciting another cry from you. “in case you can’t tell, i fuckin love your tits.” he sucks a dark mark onto your breast, his groans vibrating over your nerves. “they’re so cute. who needs giant tits when i got these, hm?”
your hips haven’t stopped gyrating over worick's jeans. the friction was delectable, and pairing that with his lips on your smooth skin, that was enough to get you closer to a desperate climax. through your pathetic noises, you say, “y-you mean that?”
“course i do, baby. your tits are perfect, made f’me to suck on till i cum in my pants.” his vulgar words make the wet patch on your panties damper. “love you and your lil tits, princess.”
your hips stutter as you cum through your favorite pair of panties. your fingers dig through his ash blonde mane, yanking at the locks as your walls spasms around nothing. his name is a breathless whisper on your lips, a sound that rings in his ears even after you’re done cumming.
worick watches your sclera fill your eyes as they disappear entirely into your skull, he revels in the way your body jerks ever so slightly from ecstasy. he can just about cum in his pants from the sight.
a thin trail of saliva connecting his lips to your breasts glints from the low light in the room. worick presses a tender kiss to each nipple then to your mouth.
“i’m sorry, y/n if i made you feel less than perfect.” his voice is raw with honesty, his eyes carefully focused on yours.
“if you want my forgiveness, you’ll make me cum again.” you always know exactly what to get out of this man that is utterly whipped for you.
his signature smirk makes a reappearance. “of course, princess.”
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princessoflalaland · 18 days
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🌺 headcannons... #salaciousspa৻ꪆ
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princessoflalaland · 1 month
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♡༻drabbles... #princessdelusionsᡣ𐭩
♡༻fics... #paradiseofpleasure𓏲𝄢
♡༻misc... #exploringlalalandꨄ︎
♡༻asks... #hearingfromtheguestsᰔᩚ
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