゛cw ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ aged up, suggestive, sfw, making out,. fem reader, established relationship
You worked lazily, sitting on your bed, flashcards displayed around you with your thick textbook. Quiet music played from your speakers as you tried to focus on studying for a test.
Letting out a brief, tired sigh you laid your head back looking up at your ceiling. Trying to make your mind work with you. Though before you could, sudden knocks from your window startle you into sitting up straighter.
It was past 10 pm, well over the time people were allowed over. And considering your room was on the second story of the home, you were more than confused.
Standing up, you walked over to the window and opened your curtains. Revealing the gleaming smirk from the purple haired boy you knew far too well.
Quickly opening the window, out of fear of someone seeing him from outside. You let Reo in, quickly moving to your bedroom door and locking it.
The wealthy male, crawled past the threshold of the window and stood up.
“Reo, what the fuck?”
You breathed, turning to face him as you leaned against the door. The boy only grinned, tilting his head slightly.
“You said you couldn’t go out tonight—so I came to you.”
Reo’s voice was smooth, walking towards the bed. His hand grabbed one of the home made flashcards before dropping it back onto the plush surface, with a single glance.
“I have to study tonight, remember the big test on Monday." You reasoned, moving closer to the bed, taking your spot back as you tried to regather your study material.
“Sweetheart, you’re spending your Friday night studying.”
Your head raised to look at him, “yeah so?” Reo laughed laying on his side. Hugging one of the plushies he got you close to his chest. “You’re such a nerd.”
“I am not,” You clicked your tongue.
“Right, sure. And I’m not rich as fuck”
Reo’s smile creased with the pointed look you gave him.
“My parents are going to kill you–no. us, if they find you in here.”
“Your parents love me. Still they just can’t find out I’m here.”
You let out an exhausted groan, lolling your head to the side, “You’re so annoying Reo Mikage.”
“Mhm, say whatever you need to.” Reo cooed, sitting up and moving closer. His lips trailed down from behind your ear. Warm hands moving your hair out of his way. You left out a soft sigh, partially leaning into his touch.
“See? You don’t really want me to go huh?”
“I need to study, Reo.”
“Then let’s study.”
He laughed from the way you pouted at him, “when was the last time you studied?”
Reo sat up, grabbing one of the index cards. “Tonight, see this is the hamlet story isn’t it?” He advised waving the flimsy paper around. A scoff left you, taking the card from him and putting it into a neat pile with the others.
“This is about chemistry, you idiot.”
“Right, right. See my girl is so smart. You don’t even need to study.”
Reo was playing dumb, you knew this better than anyone. To be fair, this wasn’t the first time he’s crashed one of your study sessions. Even when you weren’t alone.
Your friends were hesitant about your guys’ relationship. Saying he couldn’t be as genuine as you believed him to be.
But that was for you to find out. He’s your boyfriend after all.
“Just a little break is all I ask for. Then I’ll help you the rest of the night.” Reo offered, eyes gleaming as if he knew you couldn’t turn him down.
And he knew you well.
“Fine… only for a little bit. Then we study.” You stated, pointing a finger into his chest as he gave you a soft look. “Yes ma’am.”
The purple=haired football player stood from your bed quickly moving the study material from the bed. And then moved to turn the music volume higher.
“Cigarettes after sex again?” He commented. You lifted your head from your plush pillows. “They had a new single.”
“You fiend.”
He was quick to climb back onto the bed. Body hovering yours as he kissed you slowly. Testing the waters, biting your lower lip before pulling back.
Your eyes had already dilated, breath short as you gazed up at him. He grinned, like he just won a lot of money. “You’re so beautiful…”
He kissed you again, letting you relax back into the pillows as he caged you between his arms.
The kiss grew hotter the longer the night went on. Your nails scratched at his back, soft groans leaving you due to his filthy expensive crew neck being in the way.
Reo sat up with you mimicking him. He easily pulled his sweater over his head, panting as if his only way to breathe was by kissing you.
He watched, with hungry purple eyes as you slipped your blouse off. Leaving you in your creamy white bra, eyes meeting him as you folded the clothing before dropping it onto the floor.
“Fuck, I am a lucky lucky man…” Reo groaned before diving back into your touch. Connecting your lips like a man starved.
PRÉCIS ! like every other teenage girl, you fell in love with the superhero. but, he isnt the only one stealing your heart. you had your eye on the schools infamous class clown yuji itadori. but what you didnt know, is that the two were the same person.
can you do something where Hugo and reader are married and have kid and reader sends him pics of their baby or just their kid texting Hugo on readers phone :D thank you
missing my beautiful wife and daughter :(
texts with dad!hugo and his daughter and her mom (you !!) - no mature content btw, idk why it has a mature warning ugh ...
a/n : so sorry this took so long to make 😭😭😭 i hope u like it tho !! i think this was super tho cute ngl 🥺🥺
summary: not quite friends but not quite lovers. You fell inlove when youre aware they dont feel the same. You cant blame yourself either, he treats you so good that you forgot youre nothing more than just a weekend lover.
character/s included: Vivien Hugo, Bunny Iglesias, Michael Kaiser, Sae Itoshi, Rin Itoshi, Julian Loki, Otoya Eita, Oliver Aiku, Sendou Shuto
warnings¬es: angst, typical oliver and otoya behaviour, ooc, they are very harsh, I tried my best to make it angsty
trying to make my own divider, its dookie asf. Also I need a better summary
beating da fuck up outta hiori and licking his blood // tw: blood, violence || 450 wc sorry
“babe—“
a choke of blood. a stamp of spit. his voice beaten out by a thump of skin against bone.
drumming, thrumming, like a rhythmic dance your soul was drawn to. there was no rhythm, though, just fists dropping and rising, and dropping and rising. a crunch could be heard, thrown into this messy rhythm. and sometimes when you miss your mark, a nauseating squelch mumbled out of his body.
you breathe, almost as heavily as his moans. your knuckles stained red, aching against the texture of hiori’s skeleton. your knees groaned as you rose to examine your lover—or what remained of him after your nails ached for his muscle under them, your feet screeched for his skull under them.
“yo-chan…” you whispered, already knowing you’d get no response. the blood on him seemed to shine in the pale, flickering light of the room. it looked appetizing…
you bent back down and laid on the floor with him, slipping in the blood rapidly trickling out from his eye. you giggled. it looks as if you were just laying back in bed with him after a long day, finding comfort in each other’s presence, the shared breath and the teasing touches under the blanket. now all you two had was the damp air filling the room and the warmth of your blushing cheeks, so utterly in love with him in this state.
you brush aside his stained blue hair, revealing his eyes to you. what beautiful blue eyes he has, skin so soft and clearer than the empty sky. a sky that was painted with a beautiful red sunset, revealing streaks in the air that dripped down his nose and collected on the floor. blood that slowly flowed down his skin, the sky, your world.
cupping his face in your hands and tilting his limp head towards you even closer, you lean in and kitty lick the blood on his face. immediately, that familiar taste explodes inside your mouth. you lean in and lick up, all the way from the tip of his nose from the top of his forehead, gathering his warm blood onto your tongue.
gulping down your lover’s blood, you continue, leaving a trail of saliva as you cleanse him, eat him, savour him. it wasn’t as if the taste was addicting. it was the feeling of your tongue sliding over his skin, the texture of his pores that was making you come back for more. it was the warmth of his blood, fleeting the more you drank.
and after he was licked clean, washed by your tongue, you stayed there with him, hoping for the next time you’ll make him bleed and lick his life away..
notes: i apologize for the hiatus... been very busy lately... i do have lots of things planned tho.
