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AND IF YOU'D NEVER COME FOR ME

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WOOWEE UPDATE!!!

so honestly my mental health has been HORRIBLE very consistently since i announced i was taking a break so what i wanted to be a short break ended up being a long one... and will unfortunately be continuing for a little longer even though my mental health is a bit better because i do not have the will to write at the moment

some people have been commenting and sending me asks about the higu series and i want to assure you i do plan on finishing it, it will just take a little for the reasons i said

as for other fics and my reqs, i will start pumping them out very slowly

i hope you guys can understand and i hope that my fics are worth waiting for! thank you!

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will u still continue the roomie higuruma series 🥹

hi! i do plan on continuing it once i get back into writing

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UPDATE!!!

unfortunately, i will be going on a hopefully mini hiatus (i really didn't want to do this as i have an ongoing series but i feel i have to)

to be completely transparent on top of not being able to write i've been having some mental health issues, i was actually in the hospital last night because of this, and it's not even the first time this year i've gone to the hospital this year for my mental health, if i go again i will be put on a hold and that is the last thing i want as someone who depends on the routine they have at home to stay sane

i will still be attempting to write while i'm on this hiatus because writing is something that makes me feel better even if i'm struggling to do so lol, so hopefully i will come back with works for you guys!

thanks for understanding!

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your posts are soooooo awesome and well written!!! please dont take any stress about posting, and write when inspiration strikes!! hope you have a good day/night <3 :)

tysm!! i hope you have a good day/night too!!! 💙

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pls continue the higuruma series ☺️

i promise im trying to but ive been struggling to write so bad 💔💔 i can't even write new ideas im excited about anymore and its rly frustratingggg

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30 yr old virgin!higuruma who's whole life was work... at least until he met you... you, the most attractive and intriguing person he's ever met, you, who made him realize what it is to want

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blue bistre ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ ᰔ credits to me. feel free to use and save. of course credit would be appreciated but it is not required. I’m just making these for fun <3 @bunnysp1ce @zhenyiuu @julesdesires @liliesdiary @tiamathh @garfieldissocool @cinnamonghostcrunch @bunnychronicless (won’t let me mention you so ummm awkward)

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SUCCULENTS

FOREST

MOON BLUE

OCEAN

PURPLE HAZE

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SAKURA

BLOSSOM

ROSES

PUMPKIN SPICE

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WHEAT

SHADOW

PINK SKY

SPRING TIME

ICE COLD

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RULES REGARDING MY ACCOUNT AND REQUESTS!!!

i have gone too long without having a rules post for this account so here we go...

general rules

DNI if you are racist, transphobic, homophobic, misogynist, a zionist, etc... i am personally brown, gay, and a women so people who are literally against me having rights are not welcome

NO reposting my work

NO ai use

if there is anything you are not sure about please send me an ask and ill be happy to clarify

request rules

I WILL NOT WRITE illegal age gaps, bestiality (this includes hybrid fics, not my cup of tea), non-con, male reader, incest (including step-cest), extreme kinks (feel free to send an ask if you aren't sure what counts as extreme to me), smut for younger characters (yuuji, megumi, etc), gore

I WILL WRITE legal age gaps (actually my favorite thing ever yum), dub-con (depending on how extreme), female and gender neutral reader, smut, fluff, angst, alternate universe

if i ever write something in the will not write section, it is because i got curious, this does NOT mean i will take reqs for it, i will only ever do it on my own

if there is something that is not listed on either list that you want to know if i will or will not write please send me an ask and once again ill be happy to clarify

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i just wanted to say i love your account its very pretty & the fate of ophelia…that gag 🙂‍↕️

ty anon! tfoo is one of my favorite songs off tloas 😼

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An idea for the Higuruma 18+ twitter series: if she ever does like calls for money and he pays for one but she doesn't know it's him. So mutual self care but he's only showing like his abs below. Does this make sense?

tbh i dont see her doing this in the series just bc its always been said she doesn't even do full nudity? yk, but id be down to do this for a separate maybe camgirl fic 😼 if ur fine w that

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mdni. higuruma sending you money for a dress

higuruma finding your 18+ twt part three

cont: masturbation (male), imagined fingering (female receiving), imagined finger sucking, imagined piv sex, imagined sex in front of a mirror, imagined cervix smooching, imagined creampie (a lot of imagined stuff this guys a freak)

It’s midafternoon, but Higuruma is still lying lazily in bed while his TV plays a show you recommended to him that he promised he’d watch.  

He’s only half paying attention to it, having lost interest at the last miscommunication between the main characters. Something about withholding information, it made him think you were trying to hint at something. Something involving your secret twitter account and the pictures you posted on it.

Despite that worry, at the niche reminder of the account, he opens it up.

He actually hasn’t looked at it in a few days, considering how busy he’s been with school and his internship. So, he takes his time scrolling from the oldest to the newest of your recent posts.

There’s a handful of cute stuff at the start of it. Things you would send a boyfriend or girlfriend when you missed them. Pictures of you in pretty lingerie and pictures of you in oversized tees.

It all gets him hard enough that he has to adjust himself in his sweats.

But what sends him over the edge into full-on masturbating is your most recent post, one you made only three minutes ago.

It’s two pictures of you in a dressing room with a pretty and expensive-looking dress on, phone covering your face. You look gorgeous in it; it hugs your figure just right.

The pictures weren’t taken sexually, and they weren’t posted sexually either. The caption is simple and sweet.

I was meant to be window-shopping, but I ended up trying on this dress and falling in love with it.  

But despite the non-sexual intentions, the post still has Higuruma’s mind wandering and his hand reaching for his cock.

He imagines being your boyfriend, officially, and coming with you to window shop. He thinks that he would go into the dressing room with you and zip up your dress, pressing a kiss to your shoulder blades when he’s done and meeting your eyes in the mirror.

He lets out a groan as he palms himself through his sweats, feeling as he gets harder.

The scenario only grows from there.

When he meets your eyes in the mirror, you shudder, looking down shyly, but he grabs your chin and forces you to look up once more.

“Do you see how beautiful you look?” he asks, his free hand coming to rest over your abdomen. “Absolutely stunning.”

“Hiromi,” You say, voice stern, as if you already know what this will lead to.

“I want you to tell me you know how beautiful you are.” He ignores you, still holding your chin in place.

Your face flushes at his command, and you say his name again, this time a little breathless. “I can’t, that’s embarrassing.”

Higuruma smirks at you through the mirror. “Fine then, let me show you how beautiful you are then.” He says it like he’s acquiescing, but he’s not; he’s getting to do exactly what he wants.

He doesn’t take off the dress; he hikes it up to above your hips, exposing your black, lacy panties.

For a moment, he just takes you in, watching your chest as it rises and falls at an unsteady rate, and then he moves his hand to drag your panties to the side, exposing your cunt, already glistening.

He lets out a low groan as he strokes his fingers through your folds, gathering your slick on his fingers before bringing them to your mouth. “I want to show you how good you taste too, open.”

Your mouth opens fast, and he’s shoving his fingers in, then holding them there as you suck on them.

Once you’ve cleaned them off, he wastes no time pulling them out and moving back to your cunt, dirtying them up again and beginning to tease at your opening.

A whimper leaves your mouth, and he shushes you, reminding you of where you two are, even though he wants nothing more than to hear you.

He slips his middle finger in up until the first knuckle, pausing and then thrusting that length in and out, knowing the feeling isn’t enough for you at all.

It’s not until you beg for it that he pushes in more until his finger is fully enveloped by you.

But he knows that’s not enough either. You need his index and pointer finger as well; you need the stretch.

He decides to be kind and give it to you without making you beg, pushing the fingers inside of you before pumping them in and out.

When he starts to curl them, you’re biting your lip to hold back your moans, small, desperate whimpers coming out of you instead.

It’s only a few minutes of it till you’re telling him that you’re close, your hands reaching forward to brace yourself on the mirror, leaving behind smudgy, sweaty handprints.  

“Look at yourself as you cum.”

You listen to him, unraveling on his fingers with a moan you try to contain as you stare at yourself in the mirror, watching your expression. You look down at your pelvis too, looking at his fingers as they continue to pump in and out of you through your high.

He watches it all, biting down on your neck to contain his own noises.

When he pulls his fingers out, he brings them to his own mouth, your slick meeting his taste buds. It’s delectable.

Once he’s done, he barely gives you time to breathe before he’s unbuttoning his jeans and pulling his hard, leaking cock out. “You’re gonna watch yourself cum on my cock too.”

You nod weakly, moving to hike up your knee and rest it on the mirror alongside your hands, spreading yourself for him.

He strokes your folds with his tip, making sure to give attention to your clit before he drops back down to your opening.

He pushes in slowly, inch by inch, feeling as you clench around him unwillingly, trying to adjust to the stretch.

When he bottoms out, he has to pause, almost cumming then and there at your warmth and tightness. He takes slow, deep breaths before he begins to make shallow thrusts, then deeper. The angle allows him to go so far that he swears he’s kissing your cervix with his tip.

One of his hands rests at your waist, pulling you back and forth on his cock while the other comes to cover your mouth, muffling the noises that you can’t hold back.

He stops moving when he can tell you're almost there. Effectively edging you as he waits for you to come back down before starting again. And then he gets in the rhythm of it, trying to build up the tension in your belly as much as humanly possible.

You’re begging for the second time that day when he finally doesn’t stop, hand moving from your mouth to your chin to hold your face in place and make sure you're staring at yourself as you reach your high, your cunt gushing around his cock.

He follows you soon after, coating your insides with his spend until you're full to the brim, and a frothy ring forms around his cock.

All too suddenly, the scenario flashes away as Higuruma really cums.

A wave of embarrassment hits him in the midst of his pleasure when he realizes that he didn’t even pull his cock out. All he had been doing was palming himself.

It cuts his high short, and he’s sitting up before his brain has time to register it, making him a little dizzy.

Slowly, he grabs his phone from where he had thrown it on his bed and finds it still open to the pictures of you.

It’s then that he gets an idea.

He opens the sight in your bio and quickly goes to wire you money, enough, he hopes, to buy the dress. He wants to see it on you in person, maybe the next time he drags you to a fancy restaurant with the money his parents send him.

And maybe a part of him wants to create what he had just imagined.

Once the money’s sent, he turns his phone off, and the noise of the TV becomes apparent to him.

He’s all of a sudden reminded of the hint he thought you were giving him, and a small shiver runs down his spine, a part of him becoming nervous. But another part of him thinks that maybe you finding out he knows wouldn’t be the worst thing.

Maybe he would finally be able to do something besides cum in his sweatpants.

a/n: i kinda hateeee this

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DEPRESSED!READER X PLUG!CHOSO

cont: drug use, mention of dry humping, oral (female recieving), fingering (female recieving), doggy position, making it fit, piv sex, creampie

There’s a weight on your chest that comes with expectation.

It’s not comforting like a blanket; it’s cold and heavy.

You’ve become familiar with it. Ever since you started school at age six and your parents made it very clear what they expected from you.

Luckily, or rather unluckilyfor you, you found something that disperses that weight, makes it feel not so heavy.  

It sounds stupid, but smoking weed for the first time was kind of brain-altering. You don’t think you’ve ever felt as weightless as you did in that moment, sitting on your couch and staring at the wall, feeling every breath you took so deeply.

You knew it was rare, you had searched it up out of fear, but you immediately felt like you were in that 10% of people who got addicted to weed after use.

The feeling it gave you was just so luscious.

You ended up at Choso’s dorm about once a month, spending almost all the money your family would send you on edibles and prerolls. He was the well-known campus plug, and he was ridiculously attractive with eyebags and tattoos.

Today, you decided the amount your money could buy you was not enough when you ran out before the month was up.

You knew your plan was shitty, but based on what you heard about Choso, you also knew it would work.

It’s late when you show up at his dorm, with pretty pink underwear under your t-shirt and sweats.

Your nervous energy is buzzing off of you, you’re sure, but you open the door after you knock anyway.

The path to sex is a quick one. One moment you're talking about finals week, and the next you're straddling him, grinding your cunt against cock, hard and visible through his jeans.

His hands are on your hips, guiding your movements gently while he mouths at your neck, leaving marks in his wake.

It’s not long before you’re both stripped bare and on his bed, you lying on your back while he settles in between your legs.

His hands spread your lips apart, and he takes one good look at your cunt, as if he’s trying to memorize it before dipping his head down and giving you a long lick, from your opening to your clit.

Your slick gathers on his tongue from the action, and he takes a moment to let it settle on his taste buds, groaning once it does.

“You taste incredible.” He says, dripping his head down once more.

It feels like forever until he’s finally pushing a long finger inside of you, curling once he’s knuckle deep to massage the spongy part inside of you. Your body curls up, and you let out a whimper when he does.

“Another one, please.” You’re begging after a minute of him pumping the singular finger in and out of you.

He gives you more than you ask for; his pointer and index joining his middle finger inside of you, stretching you more than you could ever stretch yourself.

The sounds your cunt makes as you suck his fingers in are obscene and have your face reddening uncontrollably.

Choso notices. “No need to be embarrassed, it’s hot.” When he speaks, his rhythm doesn’t falter, and that’s what sends you over the edge.

You cum on his fingers with a loud moan, slick gushing out of you.

When you come down from your high, you’re shocked.

You don’t think you’ve come that fast, even with your toys.

And maybe it’s because of the antidepressants your parents had you go on when you were in high school, but no man has ever made you cum with just his fingers. You haven’t even made yourself cum with just your fingers.

“Why are you making that face? Was it not good?”

“No—no, it was great, that’s why I’m making the face, sorry.” You answer sheepishly, looking down at your pelvis as he eases his fingers out of you.

The empty feeling you're left with after has you hurrying to get his cock inside of you.

He seems equally as eager, scrambling around his room for a condom, cock already out and leaking. It’s a sight to be seen.

By the time he announces he can’t find one, you find you don’t even care anymore, and make an announcement yourself: “You can fuck me raw.”

He looks wrecked the moment the words leave your mouth, immediately asking if you’re sure.

Once you nod, he wastes no time.

You change positions so you're on your hands and knees, and he’s behind you. Somehow, it feels more exposing than when he was spreading your cunt with his hands.

The first touch of his cock is voltaic; he slides it up and down your slit, his precum mixing with your slick.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

The first push in is difficult; it’s like your cunt wants to suck him in and push him out all at once. You can hear him groan behind you once he gets the tip in, mumbling something about how tight you are.

Getting the rest of him in is even harder.

You're pushing back on him as he pushes forward, but there’s still so much restraint.

You aren’t used to the feeling. The pleasurable burn. No guy you’ve had sex with was as big as Choso. 

It’s three minutes and a handful of small thrusts before he bottoms out.

You feel him freeze and hear a group of unsteady, short breaths.

“Fuck, sorry, if I move, I’ll cum.”

His words make you want to move and make him cum that moment, but you stay still, giving him time to adjust to the feeling of you wrapped around him.  

After a minute, he begins to move, first in shallow, little thrusts and then in deeper ones, pulling almost completely all the way out before pushing himself back in.

If the noises your cunt and his fingers made were obscene, the noises your cunt and his cock make are downright pornographic. They’re almost as loud as the noises leaving both your mouths. And they get even louder when he brings his fingers down to your clit, making harsh, small circles on it.

You look behind to stare at his face in the midst of it, and what you’re faced with has you gushing. He just looks so desperate.

He tries to drag it on as long as he can, you know he does with the way he occasionally stops and pulls out completely to hold his cock in his hands before he pushes in again, but it’s not long before you both cum.

Your vision whites out for a split second when you do, a loud, shameful sound leaving your open mouth.

He follows almost right after, spurting rope after rope into your cunt until it’s full, and a creamy ring forms around his cock.

He doesn’t stop his thrusts. He keeps going till you're both too overstimulated to continue. It’s only then that he finally pulls out, his cum seeping out of your opening and onto your thighs and his sheets.

It’s a few minutes later, when he gets out of bed to get something to clean up with, and you look at his desk, that you remember what you were here for.

Right, you think.

Choso was rumored to have a habit of smoking weed immediately after sex. You heard a girl say once that part of his aftercare was giving you a hit.

You planned to have sex with him so he would give you weed after, and in a post orgasm clarity, you realized how insane that was.

You also realized that the weight on your chest that you were sodesperate to get rid of was more dispersed than weed ever made it, in the wake of your hookup.

Sex had never made you feel this way. It could be Choso, it could just be his huge cock. You aren’t sure.

When he comes back to the bed, it’s with a t-shirt he uses to clean you up and a joint in his mouth.

You feel out of your body when you do it, but when he asks if you want a hit, you say no.

It’s as insane as your plan was, but you think you’ve found something that is going to be far more addictive than weed ever possibly was.  

a/n: tbh i left a lot of the req contents out of this on accident, so if you guys want a part two where i include more of it lmk

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