i’m sorry if this seems rude, but is this blog dead?
A lot of the mods here are busy working on other things or are caught up with IRL things -- at least, that's what I can say for myself."Hiatus" would be a good term for it.
Chika’s words bounced across the sea and towards the sun while at the same time pressing heavily against Riko’s heart. She had been in Numazu for only a few weeks, just enough to have grown comfortable with the sights and sounds of her new city of residence. She had grown used to the seaside breeze and its scent, the hospitality of the residents (which, for someone from Tokyo, had been almost a bit overwhelming at first), even the feeling of how the Uranohoshi pianos played slightly different than the ones from Otonokizaka and the curiosity surrounding the mystery of where she could find her favorite literature at any local bookstore had been quenched or sated.
She never could have known the feelings she had felt for her roommate would have been reciprocated back to her.
Riko stood speechless, nearly stammering, at those words. As much as she knew that Chika had said those words, in that order, she couldn’t believe they were directed at her. It was something she knew about only in her novels: to have it transcribed to her made her feel almost heavy–her cheeks had tinted to the color of her hair even in the late-spring breeze, while mentally she attempted to grasp at her own words. How should she–hell, how could she–respond?
“D-do you mean it?” She asked, her breath hitching against her tongue as she spoke, to an almost-immediate regret. How could she have said something so outright stupid to her? In her flinch, she let the images of a paranoid mind’s eye flood her senses: Chika had already departed her, mere seconds after her confession no less, over how mediocre her reply was. Almost as if she were preparing to run away from this all, she felt something heavy weighing her down: Chika.
“Of course I mean it, Riko! I’ve liked you since I first saw you in class, and since we started Aqours, I’ve been happy to have you here and even happier to get close with you!”
Riko stammered once more, her face beet red. Clammy, shaking hands clasped onto one of Chika’s wrists, and in an instant she started running, holding her in tow. Chika kept along, curious as to see what exactly Riko had in mind. She already knew Riko’s family, considering that she was her neighbor, so it couldn’t be an introduction: maybe she was planning on doing some Tokyo tradition she had no idea about.
“Where are we going?” Chika asked as Riko stopped at a building. Of all places, Riko stopped at an impersonal wooden shack and they were standing at a side which didn’t have a door on it: Riko had no interest in going into the building, and rather she got comfortable against the wall. Her shoulder blades resting on wood, she took Chika’s hand and brought it above her shoulder: to an outsider, it looked as if Chika had pinned Riko to a wall.
“C-c-can you say that again, Chika-chan?”
“Of course! I love you, Riko-chan!”
Riko practically melted hearing Chika declaring her love while pinning her against the wall: she felt almost feeble, helpless: the only place for her to go was forward, directly into the girl confessing to her, or to stay at the wall, looking directly into Chika’s eyes. No matter which way she looked at it, it was a win-win.
au prompt: Hanamaru and Ruby met when they were very young, long before they became friends?
“Will we be friends forever, zura?”
“A-Always!”
In all of the novels Hanamaru Kunikida read, fate had beenprevalent. A predetermined outcome, guiding the heroes to their ultimate end aswell as leading them through the journey, foretold by their destiny. It wasbecause of this abstract concept that the protagonist met their friends, theirfoils and discovered themselves. Many times fate had lead Hanamaru to laughter,moved her to tears, and left her to ponder. Her love for writing seemed to growmore with each passing day, and her volunteer work in the library certainlydidn’t help.
She just wished that fate had a story for her.
Hanamaru wouldn’t consider her life bad, even in theslightest. She had a loving family, a warm home and a source of food – wasn’tthat all she needed? Her life was plain, but pleasant. A quiet temple girlwhose only company was books and her own imagination – a girl like that justwasn’t made for adventures. She was perfectly content with herself, the onlyexcitement she needed could be experienced through the words of others. Atleast, that was what she told herself. Still, the romantic inside of her yearnedfor more. A story. A lover. A friend.
In the depths of her mind, there was a flash of red hair.
Yes, a friend. She could only really say she’s had one ofthose – and that was a long time ago. They had met on a sunny afternoon on a busyplayground; just two children who became friends with passing comments, as theytend to do. Still, Hanamaru truly did consider her a friend. She was small andgentle, someone Hanamaru felt she needed to protect. Maybe she consideredHanamaru a real friend too? She shook her head and returned herself to reality,knowing thinking more on it would just do her harm. Her hands busied themselveswith looking up meaningless information on the computer, simply to give herselfsomething to do.
A shadow cast over Hanamaru’s desk and from in front of her,a meek voice broke out.
“E-Excuse me? I would like to check out this book…”
“Ah, right away- zura?”
Her breath caught in her throat when she glanced up to meettwo shining turquoise eyes, which also seemed to widen in surprise. A moment ofsilence stretched out as neither of them dared look away, hesitant to evenblink, in fear of this moment being taken away from them. It was her.
“Hanamaru?”
The grin which stretched across their faces mirrored each otherperfectly.
Yoshiko was too afraid to ask Ruby to be her girlfriend outright, so at first, she just made a lot of attempts to be closer to her.
First, she begged Dia to help her study, only to keep ducking out of Dia’s room and peeking in Ruby’s. Eventually Dia kicked her out, so she got to hang out with Ruby anyway.
Yoshiko also claimed that Ruby was “destined” to be her lifelong servant, and thankfully Ruby played along. Yoshiko hardly ever made her complete tasks, but instead just tried to keep her close by, “just in case”.
Ruby was oblivious to all of this, but Hanamaru picked up on it. She decided to help her childhood friend out a little bit, and suggested that Yoshiko started writing love notes to Ruby.
Yoshiko had to write in the typical “fallen angel” fashion, so the notes said things like “this fallen angel’s heart only beats for you, my most lovely little demon”.
Ruby found these notes in her locker, and was quite flattered by all of them. However, being so shy, she didn’t know what to say to Yoshiko, so she just kept hanging around Yoshiko and swearing to be her best little demon.
Yoshiko was just starting to think that Ruby didn’t like her as any more than a friend, until one day, Ruby shyly asked Yoshiko if they could start dating. Of course, fallen angels don’t really date, but Yoshiko swore that she’d use her dark magic to protect Ruby for as long as she lived.
Because nothing in particular was exactly requested, I’ll just give some general nsfw imagines.
Kanan, Dia, and Mari are the sole three members in their closed polyamorous relationship. In spite of their differences in tastes in the bed, they manage.
Mari is one of the brattiest power bottoms one could ever meet. If a rope has any sort of slack in it, Mari’s wiggling around when she’s tied up, letting out whimpers just for the sake of whimpering. Mari adores loud sex and even if her partners aren’t that loud, she tries to get them more into it with how much it sounds like she’s getting into it.
Dia, alternatively, is a top as strict as Mari is a bottom. She is only happy when she has all of the reins in the bedroom, especially with Mari; with Kanan, she’s a bit more lenient. This, most of the time, ends up with a lot of marks on Mari’s skin, something which she doesn’t mind one bit. Mari enjoys being punished by Dia, and makes sure to be much more noisy with Dia; even when she’s spanked once, she spurts out words in English and Italian.
Kanan rounds out the trio by being a very laid-back switch. Her easy-going nature allows her to be as open about her kinks as Mari and Dia are in the bedroom with one another, although to a slightly lesser degree.
Kanan, when in the bedroom with Mari, usually takes the role of dominant, but has moments when Mari completely overpowers her. Mari knows all of Kanan’s weak spots: in particular, her neck and the small of her back, when kissed, melt her into practically a puddle. If Kanan is able to control herself when Mari leaves herself vulnerable by aiming for her weak spots, she scratches into Mari’s back and, if she’s wearing a shirt, lifts it up.
Kanan, with Dia, almost always takes a submissive role; that is not to say that whenever Dia feels submissive, she goes straight to Mari: Kanan usually serves as a dominant for her. Yet, when Dia is with Kanan, it is typically because Mari is unhandleable. Dia is more gentle with Kanan, and she always makes sure to kiss her while in bed: Dia loves kissing Kanan, because she always puts up a fight when lip is against lip.
Mari has always been a fan of kissing. She kisses all over. Outside of Kanan’s sweet spots, her favorite places to kiss Kanan are on her torso, whether she’s kissing at her breast, her tummy, or her hips (and elsewhere). For Dia, she likes kissing at her cheeks, her breasts, and undoubtedly her butt and thighs; she’s slightly more plush than Kanan and Mari adores how Dia’s slight fat feels against her lips.
Dia’s a big fan of toys. Her favorites depend on the partner for the night. If she’s solely with Mari, then she pulls out the strap-on; her hips can provide much more force and weight than her hands could possibly dare to, something which is important if she wishes to establish dominance. With Kanan, she’s a bit more methodical, for she knows that Kanan is pretty much down for whatever and she’s free to do whatever. Thus, non-penetrative vibrators are her favorites on Kanan, and she enjoys spending a lot of time with her with her hands to the headboard of her bed and rubbing her out. Kanan’s excessive stamina is her greatest blessing with Mari and her greatest boon with Dia. When she’s with both, she prefers not to use toys at all and uses her fingers and mouth.
Kanan, whenever she’s given any opportunity to, will mark. Scratches, love bites, actual bite marks, hand-prints from smacking, and lipstick stains are among her favorites to give: lipstick stains, especially (Kanan only wears lipstick for the reason of marking). Lipstick stains are typically her main way of marking, especially considering one of her girlfriends’ tendencies to tie up her hands and leave her unable to scratch and slap her; and she would never consider biting Dia. Kanan wouldn’t consider Dia the type to like being bit, unlike Mari, who vocally adores it when she’s bitten.
Now, every other week, Dia, Kanan, and Mari all get together for one big orgy. Usually, their kinks are tuned down slightly and the sex is much more tantric. Lips, definitely, are used more often, and the sounds of cunnilingus and kissing fill the room alongside libidinous whimpers. Sometimes, fingers are used; toys are barely used at all. When everything is said and done, they usually wash each other in the shower before resting together.
Is it ok to request a specific mod? If so Mod Kanan Female Reader dating Hanamaru
Bless you…bless you!!!!!
You weren’t too interested in books before you started dating Hanamaru, but you couldn’t resist seeing her face light up when you read books she suggested to you. Next thing you knew, you were making weekly trips to the library.
Hanamaru’s really self-conscious about her height, so if something is up too high for her, she refuses to let you grab it for her. You either have to lift her or let her get on your back, or else she’ll climb on a chair.
The best date nights for you two are nights in, just watching TV or talking with each other. Hanamaru’s “low-maintenance”, if you will, and is quite content with snuggling up to you and calling it the best night of her life.
Hanamaru loves to play with your hair, running her fingers through it and nuzzling it affectionately. Likewise, she’s always begging you to brush hers and braid it.
You love to surprise Hanamaru with sweet treats, especially when she’s feeling down! If you bring her a nice snack, she’ll jump up and kiss you no matter where you two are. The only thing better than that is getting to wipe frosting off of her lips with a napkin when she’s done.
Hanamaru sometimes gets a little swamped at the temple and asks you to help. Even if you’re working and cleaning all day, you don’t mind as long as you’re close to Hanamaru. Plus, she usually gives you a smooch or two as thanks after.
You can always tell when Hanamaru has been to your locker because you’ll find flowers in it. Of course, it’s nothing like a big bouquet, but she’ll always leave some cute dandelions or roses that she picked on the way to school. In the winter when things grow more scarcely, she’ll even cut you out paper flowers.
You return the favor by slipping even cuter notes into her locker, with things that she’ll usually say to you: “make sure to get some sleep”, “did you eat breakfast today?”, “don’t work too hard!”, and most importantly, “I love you!”
Despite Kanan’s requests of having a small wedding, Mari makes the wedding as big as possible. Not so much in terms of the amount of people who get to show up, but in how opulent the occasion is. Despite it taking place in her home (the most fancy place that she could find in Numazu), nothing else has been spared for her precious Kanan. A large, international orchestra capable of playing both classical and jazz at the highest level, including their own Sakurauchi Riko on piano? Check. Foods which even Mari didn’t know where she got them from, but knew they were only the best for the wedding, led by chef Watanabe? Check. One of the very few ministers accepting of the LGBT community in Japan? Of course. Even her dress was crafted by one of the best seamstresses of all Japan, and Kanan’s tuxedo had been specially ordered by her as well: Mari couldn’t even dare consider anything less than perfection.
Ever since she saw her first one in media, Mari had been a fan of wedding cakes, and the moment that she could have one for her own wedding she made it the centerpiece of the event. Every butler she has ever owned who has some ability in the kitchen helped bake the 15-tier cake and a stepladder was needed for even the middle stages of stacking it. It has to be carted in two separate halves in order to be built in the room that the wedding is taking place in.
Everyone in Aqours has been invited for some reason or another, and a good portion of them are actually involved in the festivities. Ruby and Hanamaru throw flowers down the aisle while Chika and Dia act as bridal escorts for Kanan and Mari, respectively. It is one of the few times where Mari doesn’t fondle Dia as an act of sisterhood.
The wedding goes by very smoothly, even if Yoshiko ended up coming in a bit late. It’s one of the few times that anyone in Aqours has seen her in white and the event is sidetracked for like half a minute as even those who are getting married compliment how cute she is in that color. Of course, most of the scorn she gives back is that they’re calling her Yoshiko. She made sure to bring food: particularly, her trademark Tears of a Fallen Angel takoyaki.
Mari aggressively pounces onto Kanan’s lips when instructed to kiss the bride, and, in spite of how forceful she seemed to be, her kiss is one of the most passionate Kanan had felt from her. She’s always been a fan of keeping Kanan physically close to her, and at this moment there was no exception: chest to chest, hip to hip, and foot to foot. When she pulls away, soft panting could be heard by everyone, primarily from Kanan.
When feeding the bride the cake, Kanan does the offers and gives Mari a slice of cake for her to eat. She wolves down the slice instead of eating the first bite, and leaves quite a bit of frosting on her lips and cheeks. When informed of this, Mari tells Kanan that she should clean her off with her lips, to which she obliges. Kanan doesn’t tell anyone that she thinks that the cake on Mari’s cheeks is better than the cake in general.
During the reception, Kanan and Mari practically dance the night away: the combination of Kanan’s physicality and Mari’s cosmopolitanism lead to a series of distinct, unique dances: with each song their dance shifts to a different style. Mari tires out slightly at first and Kanan remains rather unfazed. If anything, Kanan teases Mari slightly about how she looks “alight with passion.”
Dia and Ruby fill up the orchestra’s requests with µ’s songs. Fortunately for them, the orchestra can play them and thus the reception ends up being a 6-hour-long festival of dancing to µ’s tunes. The one request that Mari gives her orchestra is G Senjou no Cinderella because she feels it’s beyond appropriate.
The reception lasts six hours and everyone leaves Mari’s house, bar Kanan and Mari, who have the entirety of the house to themselves.
The one issue that Kanan had with the entire wedding was Mari’s dress. It was extravagantly poofy and looked like most other wedding dresses until about mid-chest. She was a bit glad that Yoshiko’s bad luck didn’t rub off on Mari or she could have suffered a wardrobe malfunction during her special day, and even then, her breasts were practically spilling out of her dress at that point. Mari takes advantage of this by jumping up and down in excitement as they reach her bedroom, and by the point that they’re alone, the malfunction has happened and Kanan learns that Mari had not worn a bra for the entirety of the wedding.
Mari takes absolutely no time ripping off Kanan’s tuxedo off of her. She spent the money on her clothes and she could, in her eyes, do whatever she wanted to those clothes now that the event was over: buttons had scattered all over Mari’s bedroom floor, and each new spot of flesh Mari exposed she kissed. Of course, she coupled this with a few gropes to Kanan’s breasts and backside.
Kanan struggles to find how to rid Mari of her dress but eventually finds her way. As soon as the dress falls, Mari is only clad with a white lace garter on her right thigh; and down there she’s as smooth as a baby’s bottom. Kanan feels a bit bad because for the occasion she only trimmed down.
Mari insists on only tribadism and 69 for the first night together, mainly due to being based on or providing mutual pleasure. Kanan finds it a bit dull considering what Mari typically loved in the bed, but runs with it because it’s a special day for Mari and she really doesn’t want to ruin things for her now. Besides, a bit of vanilla never hurt anybody.
Mari is thankful that she had been able to keep up with Kanan, because now that they were in bed together for an extended period of time, Mari realizes that Kanan has practically infinite stamina. Even as she’s panting away while Kanan’s fingering her, Kanan seemed to somehow keep herself upright while Mari, who’s quite a bit rougher, had brought her to orgasm enough times for her to have lost count (yet, with Kanan, Mari had trouble counting past three).
The end of their night sees them both in a bath together, with Mari too sore to consider rubbing one out next to Kanan. The only thing she does in the bath is kiss at Kanan’s chest, with Kanan stroking Mari’s hair quite lovingly. Kanan is spent and Mari’s more spent, and they know that tomorrow, they’ll be back at it, letting out their initial passions of the wedding much like they did after the reception.
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is it possible you could do some kanamaru headcanons? i dont even care what kind, just whatever you think of. i love them
Kanan and Hanamaru are the most physically affectionate members of Aqours, so their relationship is filled with hugs and cuddling. They hold hands a lot both in public and when it’s just the two of them. Hanamaru’s hands are soft and incredibly nice to the touch, but Kanan’s are much warmer. Hanamaru loves this, since she’s the type to get cold easily.
They’re both such grandmas and it’s both amusing and painful to watch. They literally don’t know anything about pop culture. Kanan bought Trivial Pursuit a while back for the two of them and yeah… that was a very, very slow night. (they learned a lot that day.)
Hanamaru likes to sleep on Kanan. At first it was resting her head on her shoulder, but considering their height difference, that got hard, fast. It evolved into Kanan letting herself be used as a lap pillow – or a pillow in general, to be honest. She doesn’t mind, though. She thinks it’s cute.
Kanan is a very grumpy drunk. Hanamaru expected her to be clingy or more of a chatterbox, but she just… lays there. On the floor. Usually mumbling under her breath. Hanamaru has no idea what to do. She usually just tries her best to drag Kanan up to bed (it’s a struggle) and tuck her in (it’s also a struggle). To her relief, Kanan usually passes out right away.
Kanan has a six pack, and Hanamaru’s unabashedly fascinated by it. She likes to touch it a lot, so much so that she begins waking up early to join Kanan on her morning jogs. It’s hard and exhausting even though Kanan always makes sure to stay at her pace, but that six pack is Hanamaru’s driving motivation. Kanan doesn’t quite understand why, but she’s happy about it. She loves exercising in the morning, and she has no complaints with her beautiful girlfriend hopping along.
Because of Kanan’s obsession with it, Hanamaru gets into astronomy. They’re lucky enough to live in a town with a low level of pollution, so the night sky in Uchiura is positively stunning. They like to sit outside and stargaze together quietly. Kanan likes to talk about the constellations, while Hanamaru listens with great interest. They end up pooling their money to buy a new telescope, too, which is proudly set on display in their room.
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