á°.á the two of you are private not secret, but when the media starts to speculate that the two of you are no longer together, neither of you are too happy. the best way to get everyone to stop with the breakup rumors? posting something a little bit nasty to the feed to satiate everyone's curiosity. (fem!reader)
featuring tobio kageyama, atsumu miya, tetsurou kuroo, wakatoshi ushijima, tooru oikawa, rintarou suna
content contains breeding kink (atsumu, wakatoshi), pregnant reader (wakatoshi), famous!reader (changes depending on scenario), creampie (tetsurou), hatefucking (not really, you + kuroo just like to antagonize each other but the attraction is there), scratches on his back (tobio), hickeys (tooru), wet n messy (rintarou), possessive!character x possessive!reader (the two of you are obsessed with each other ok), social media references lol
author's notes i'm definitely doing a blue lock version, i'm just seeing if this is a popular premise lol <3 based off this original concept !! these are just silly little drabbles for me to warm up to the idea of writing again haha
๨ৠTOBIO KAGEYAMA
your fans are speculating: that you and kageyama have broken up. fans are recording footage from you on your latest tour and claim that you're "clearly disassociating" and "somewhere else mentally" when it comes to singing your iconic love songs. you and kageyama have always kept your relationship private because he's not a very open person to begin with, and you don't want to give the media more material to misconstrue. you know that kageyama hates when some random person will annotate your verses on genius lyrics and try to make the claim that your innocent metaphor is you wanting to jump ship and leave kageyama. and you hate how it's your own fans who are making wild accusations of you no longer being with the man all your love songs are about.
you posted: kageyama, with his back turned to the camera so all that fills your camera is the surprisingly broad expanse of his muscular back and shoulders. he's not even flexing, and it's obvious that he's a world-class athlete. he's facing the closet, trying to find a shirt to put on, and it would be a semi-innocent photo, the pinterest-perfect photo inspo for every private not secret relationship out there, except for the fact that there are clearly faint, red lines â scratches â running down his back. you caption the photo with a "monday morning đ¤" (your insane fans spam the comment section to exclaim how they knew you two were still a thing... and to speculate that this photo is somehow an easter egg for an upcoming song/album. well, they're right: you two will always be a thing, and tobio dicked you down so good last night that you could write him a whole album.)
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"fuck," the word slips through his gritted teeth, and you can tell that your tobio is still upset about how your fans seem divided. half of them claim no one could ever make them hate tobio (you find those fans to be absolutely adorable), and the other half...
well, the other half are making slideshow posts to audios that go "some boys take a beautiful girl and hide her away from the rest of the world" and the ones that seem to go viral are always the ones that feature you and tobio.
"not hidin' you away." he mutters, never slowing down his thrusts. he admires the expression on your face as he fucks into you, his ego pleased with how receptive you are to his every movement. he has you speared on his cock, your tight little cunt full of him, your eyes getting so adorably teared-up because he's just a little bit too much for you to handle. tobio isn't good with words; he thinks you're the most beautiful girl to exist, but he can't verbalize it. so he just takes in your sweet, fucked-out face, the reaction only he's capable of drawing from you, and it all gets so overwhelming for him.
he has to bury his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the sweet scent of your body wash as he continues to bully his cock into your soaked pussy. "why's it bad if i want to keep you all to myself?" he's practically whining, and you think this would be so cute if only you weren't currently chasing after your release. or rather, tobio's forcing you to cum, whether you want to or not. it's not like you can stop him; tobio devotes himself to always ensuring that you finish before him. he likes the satisfaction of knowing only he can take care of you, and he especially likes the way his cock looks with you creaming all over it.
when he gets like this, all you can do is cling to him, your arms wrapped around his muscular build. when he gets rough with his thrusts, when his body gets just the slightest bit sweaty from the exertion (evidence of just how much work he puts into fucking you), you have to dig your manicured nails (the set he paid for) into the skin of his toned back. otherwise, you'd lose your grip, and your hands would slip off.
tobio relishes the slight stinging pain of your nails scratching down his skin. but the scratches aren't enough. he needs to make you cum. when you get so caught up in your climax, you start clawing at him as you lose control. he loves the scratches you leave on him; it's proof that he's yours just as much as you are his.
๨ৠATSUMU MIYA
haters are saying: that you're just using atsumu for content. you're a gold digger. you're not genuine. you're not "wifey material." spectators are claiming that atsumu is playing worse than before because he's too "pussywhipped" for you. well, he likes to cheekily admit to you that he is addicted to your pussy, but they're wrong about everything else. obviously. however, the haters are feeling very vindicated whenever they see atsumu hasn't been posting you as much. (you're traveling for a new vlog series on your page, but no one knows.)
he posted: a mirror selfie. which isn't breaking news. atsumu miya always breaks the internet when he posts a mirror selfie because the only thing worse than a hot guy is a hot guy who knows he's hot. no one is a stranger to the sight of a post-workout, sweaty, shirtless atsumu, who flaunts his tight abs and muscular thighs with a steamy mirror selfie. but this photo? this one is going triple platinum. it's going down in history. this selfie is taken in dim lighting; the curtains in the background are drawn shut, he's got one hand gripping his phone (making the phone look tiny in his big hand), and he's got one arm wrapped around you. it's not an innocent hug, though. he's cupping your ass, and the phone in front of his face does nothing to shield his satisfied smirk. you're clad in nothing but lacy lingerie from a designer who loves to sponsor you, and you're clinging to his side, almost like you can't even stand without his support. it's clear that the two of you definitely were... appreciating the work your favorite designer put in when they created that lacy set.
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"what do you think?" you're smiling at him, knowing damn well what he's thinking.
atsumu looks up at you, reflexively licking his lips as he takes in the sight of you wearing a new set of lingerie that you just got delivered. it leaves little room for imagination, and the material looks so delicate, atsumu is already thinking about how he'll have to apologize to the designer for ripping it off of you.
"i think I'm the luckiest man alive right now." atsumu is shameless in the way he's admiring you, the way the setting sun still peeks through the curtains, enveloping your body in a delicious golden glow as you inch closer and closer to him.
in a matter of seconds, he's pulling you on top of him, placing wet, sloppy kisses over any centimeter of your skin he can reach. when you make a move to slip off the panties, he protests.
"leave 'em on f'me, baby. please?"
he fucks you with you still wearing the lingerie set. your breasts are spilling out of the bra, and all he did was move your panties to the side so he could stretch you out with his cock.
"fuckin' idiots, tellin' me you're not good enough to marry. i'll show 'em what a good girl you are, right? gonna put a ring on your finger, and make you my wife." he's fucking his cock into you, making sure that your cute cunt knows who it belongs to. "gonna fuck a baby into you, sweetheart. no one's gonna say shit about our family, huh? 'cause i won't let 'em."
your cunt clenches up so nicely with every comment he makes that atsumu knows he has to make all those pussydrunk promises come true.
๨ৠTETSUROU KUROO
the tabloids are posting: paparazzi photos of you â the socialite daughter of the man who owns the msby black jackals, and jva's promotion division's golden boy, tetsurou kuroo. it's late at night, and the two of you are clearly leaving a party celebrating the success of another eventful volleyball season. you're wearing the iconic ysl heels with a black mini-dress that honestly should be called a micro-dress. your hair is a mess, you're walking like your knees are struggling not to wobble, and walking three steps behind you despite his longer stride is kuroo; his tie is crooked, his cheeks are flushed, and he has a grin that says something like i just fucked one of the richest bratty heiresses in japan, and i left her wanting more. the amount of blind items that are allegedly alluding to you and kuroo are being spread all over tiktok. one reads, "this sports club heiress was seen exiting a party with this semi-known marketing mastermind who works in the sports industry. apparently, they couldn't keep their hands off each other, and no one can recall seeing them together during the party; everyone only caught glimpses of them running away from the festivities together."
you posted: a photo slideshow on instagram of your absolutely iconic outfit from the party, only these photos were clearly taken before the party. your hair is done, your makeup is perfect, and your caption states don't believe everything you read. the last slide is a screenshot of an online headline speculating about your "new man" with a photo of a grinning kuroo from that night. the reason why this makes everyone go insane is because you're no stranger to a scandal â this is, however, the first time you've ever addressed a headline.
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"hurry up," you hiss, your eyes darting from left to right as you make sure no one is nowhere near the secluded corridor kuroo somehow managed to find.
"y'know, i thought girls were supposed to like guys who don't blow their loads prematurely." even when he's bullying his cock into your slicked up cunt, savoring the way your sensitive walls are clenching around his dick, tetsurou has a very annoying habit of still sounding entirely in control. for someone who can't keep his hands to himself when it comes to you, he's irritatingly great at playing nonchalant.
but he's just a man, after all. he might tower over you, his large body shielding you from any prying eyes, and he might know your body so well that he can bring you to completion twice (once with his fingers curling against that special spot of yours, and another one so rudely wrung out from you when he slid his cock in your orgasm-recovering, overly sensitive pussy) in just the fifteen minutes he's been toying with you tonight, but you know that he must be feeling something. you saw him shift his pants the moment his eyes met yours from across the room, when his eyes travelled down your body and followed the way your dress emphasized the curvatures of your body.
"if you don't finish right now, i'm not going to let you cum inside." you threaten him, trying to steady your voice as you bite back a moan. it'd be a major issue if the two of you got caught, with the volleyball association's golden boy being buried balls-deep inside a sports team owner's bratty daughter.
with every sharp snap of his hips, kuroo is only forcing more slick to come gushing out of your pussy. he can't even take the time to admire the white ring you left around his cock; he's too focused on chasing after his release because he didn't get to where he's at by not being opportunistic.
"if i cum inside, you have to keep it in your panties the whole night. you wouldn't want that, would you?" he sounds a little breathless now, his pace quickening as his thrusts get sloppier. he's smiling at you, that damn annoying smile that makes you want to roll your eyes or insult him. but your body betrays you. his grin only widens when your pussy tightens up at the idea of having his cum soaking in your panties while you interact with people at this party. a dirty little secret shared only between you two.
he lets out a breathy chuckle at your body's betrayal. "okay, princess. since you want it so badly, i guess i better give it to you."
you could practically cum again the minute you feel the warmth of him finishing inside of you. you're a spoiled brat who gets what she wants, and while you refuse to admit it, you want him. all of him.
and he's going to give it to you.
๨ৠWAKATOSHI USHIJIMA
the media is going crazy over: the fact that ushijima is the type of person who doesn't clarify anything because he just assumes that everyone can read his mind. he's blunt, sure, but he's not really the type who does much explaining. after the first game of the season, an interviewer asks him if he enjoyed spending the off-season with you, his girlfriend and one of the most beloved, fan-favorite WAGs of all time. ushijima stares straight into the camera as he states in his usual deep, flat rumble of a voice, "the off-season was successful, but she isn't my girlfriend anymore. thank you." and then he just walks off, like he didn't just drop the most insane piece of information ever?
he posted: a photo of an ultrasound that was clearly taken out of his wallet since it's thrown on the table in the background. he's holding it in his left hand, and the overhead lighting is reflected from the silver wedding band he's wearing. now that he's off the court, he's able to wear it. in typical ushijima fashion, there is no caption, but a picture is worth a thousand words. you're not his girlfriend. you're his wife, and soon to be mother of his child.
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"mmph â 'toshi!" you squeal out, your calves burning from the stretch as your beloved wakatoshi has your legs bent and spread for him. he's just so big that you'd never be able to handle all of him, and yet, here you are, bent into a mating press every night since the two of you have gotten married. you try to beg him to slow down, but words escape you as he buries himself into your pussy, letting out a deep, guttural groan as the warmth of your cunt coats his cock. there's no better feeling than this.
even if you could request for him to slow down, it wouldn't have mattered or made much of a difference. your husband has a one-track mind. when wakatoshi is set on a goal, it's hard to break his focus until he sees it to the end. and right now, wakatoshi's goal is to fuck a baby into you, to see you round with life because of the seeds he planted.
he's hunched over you, abs tightening and flexing with every sharp inhale of breath he takes. he's gonna fuck himself empty, going to keep filling your cunt with his seed 'til he's shooting blanks. his eyes glance at the ring he put on your finger before returning to admire your blissful expression and the way your body seems to have gone boneless from all the fucking he's had you endure.
"just a little bit longer." he manages to say, before forcing his cock in even deeper. "just have to make sure it takes."
๨ৠTOORU OIKAWA
everyone is claiming: long distance relationships never last. when oikawa makes the shocking announcement that he is no longer a japanese citizen, everyone immediately wondered what that meant for the future of your relationship. does that mean it's over? officially? if oikawa is leaving behind his hometown, then by default, is he leaving you behind too?
he posted: a photo slideshow, only most of the images were clearly taken by you. the first one is of him driving; the two of you are in his convertible, and he's wearing a white button down with most of the buttons undone. on the stark white of the shirt are kiss marks; the imprint of your lips lined with cherry-red lipstick are all over the material of his shirt and on his freshly-tanned skin. the other photos are of what you two ate for dinner, the sunset from the beach, and a selfie of you two looking more in love than ever. fans are quick to point out the massive hickey on your neck, and tooru tags you in a reply to the top comment that points it out, and he's saying "you missed a spot babe." you reply back, "i ran out of concealer because you gave me too many to cover"
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"i missed you," your boyfriend mumbles into your soft skin. tooru can get so clingy when he goes long periods without seeing you, and you indulge him because he's tooru. he's got his face buried in the space between your shoulder and neck, and his breath is warm against your skin as he speaks.
"everyone is saying i'm abandoning you, but that's not true." he whines.
"i know, baby. i don't care." you laugh softly, absentmindedly playing with the soft strands of his hair. he settles into you, and it's almost sweet, until he starts nipping at your skin.
"tooru, what are you doing?" you can't find it in yourself to chastise him too harshly, but you do have to restrain yourself from pulling back.
"jus' want to show everyone that you're still my girl." he peers up at you, licking his lips. "you'll let me do that, won't you?"
tooru bites and sucks at your skin, sharp canines grazing your soft flesh. he sucks at your most sensitive areas while he works his fingers in and out of your gushing cunt. when he pulls his fingers out and holds them up, so the sunlight can shine and really highlight how much of your juices is coating his digits, he smiles. his girl gets this wet just from him marking you up?
as he sucks on his fingers, relishing in the way you taste, he can't help but be happy to know that no matter how far away the two of you are from each other (for now), you're still his girl.
๨ৠRINTAROU SUNA
your fans are telling you: suna doesn't care about you. suna doesn't put forth any effort into your relationship. suna literally streams on twitch during the off-season yet he can't seem to ever post you?? suna doesn't deserve you. sunaâ
suna is a lot of things, but nothing like the deadbeat, ashamed boyfriend allegations. in fact, all your well-meaning fans are so far off on how he treats you that you and him get a good laugh from the outrageous conclusions they've jumped to.
you posted: a photo of rintarou with his head on your lap, and you've got your fingers playing with his hair. it's a sweet photo, really. except for the fact that you decided to pair it with an audio that's a snippet of a song that goes "he's so pretty when he goes down on me" and a caption that reads this song is so relatable đ¤
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anyone who thinks rintarou is a selfish lover, a lazy lover, someone who merely tolerates you or is ashamed to be with you... they clearly don't know either of you very well.
because even when he's exhausted from practice, rintarou comes home craving you. craving your sweetness, your warmth, your love â and your pussy. he's obsessed. rintarou suna loves to eat you out, and he does it with such passion, such enthusiasm, that it's hard to refuse him, even if he's been going at it for the past hour.
your juices are leaving a stain on the bedsheets, and your slick is coating your inner thighs. it doesn't help that rintarou is messy with his technique. he needs your legs spread for him, granting him easy access for him to just dig in. he's still in his practice jersey, and when he feels your grip loosening from the strands of hair you're tugging at, he'll slow down his pace, calming down to just tiny kitten licks while he peers up at you.
your head is thrown back in pleasure, and your hips have a mind of their own as they still jut forward, as if trying to bring your cunt impossibly closer to him. no need for that, really, seeing as how he craves to bury himself in your warmth, to suck on your cute little clit and have you humming all over his tongue.
"rinnie." you whine out, still subconsciously bucking up your hips. he smiles before resuming his original ministrations, gluttonous and greedy with how sloppy and hungry he is with you. if you're still capable of talking, then you're not too fucked out to not allow him to get his fill.
what was that one fic on ao3, where there is The Rot and the reader somehow has the power to cure it. And the haikyuu schools were like kingdoms/domains? Pls help me find đĽşđđť
edit: I found it!! It's called "Ghosts We See" by Xiaonesis on ao3
[Dear My Living Dead] Full English Translation - AidaIro
Here we are! Our first release as a scanlation group of AidaIroâs brilliant debut one-shot, Dear My Living Dead. Itâs kind of a predecessor of the main Toilet Bound Hanako-kun series, so itâs interesting to see the thematic links between the two works. Everyone in our team has been working very hard on it - Iâm incredibly proud to see how far weâve come! We hope you all enjoy reading DMLD and look forward to our future scanlations~ Wormokke signing off! ^^
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whoopsies! me got carried away writing dis, ahaha :-] lol luv Kenma in dis
Suna Rintarou âI promise thereâs nothing to sweat aboutâ, he mumbled, catching your lips in yet another heated kiss. His hands roamed the small of your back, pulling you closer to his body. Your fingers managed to find his thick lock of hair, grabbing it with a bit more pressure every time he tugged at your bottom lip. âFuck angel, youâre dangerous for my heart you know ?â, he breathed, pulling away and connecting your foreheads together. âAm I now ?â, you grinned up at him, eyes still dilated and blown out. âUm, yes ya are y/n. If ya keep skipping practice just ta make out with yer lover Rin, itâs mighty dangerousâ, Atsumu spat, leaning on the door frame, with a scowl on his face. Embarrassment rushed through your system and you quickly pushed your boyfriend away, whispering a small âI love you Rin, see you in classâ before running out the classroom. âYouâre an asshole, you know that ?â, Suna said, annoyance evident in his tone. âYeah yeah. Yâall can suck each otherâs face after practice. Now, get yer ass to the gymâ, Atsumu said, dragging Suna with him.
Matsukawa Issei intertwining your fingers with his, you brought it to your lips, kissing at the roughness of his hands. And suddenly he pinned that hand above your head, mashing his lips with yours, swallowing every and any sound that escaped your throat. âI-issei~â, you whined, leaning into him. âShit baby. Youâre so fine, so fucking prettyâ, he whispered, going back to devouring your lips. A small creak sound of the door made you pull away from him abruptly. And in walked the volleyball club, face but all filled with amusing looks. Words refused to leave your mouth but Issei just stood there, a grin on full display, your hand still locked above your head. âCanât yâall tell that weâre a bit busy ? Come laterâ, he said, lips finding the exposed skin of your neck. âTHIS IS SO WRONG! FIRST OFF, THIS OUR CLUBROOM ?! AND SECONDLY, THIS IS A PUBLIC PLACE ? AND WEâRE AT SCHOOL ?â, Oikawa yelled. âHmmm ? Oh yeah, my mistake. Letâs take this somewhere else shall we ?â, he smirked down at you, making you hide your face into his chest, earning gagging noises from the rest of the club members. Needles to say, he managed to find a private spot and did all the marking there.
Kuroo Tetsurou âIâm kinda surprised you skipped class with meâ, you whispered, eyes cautiously roaming the area. âYeah, can you believe that ? Me skipping class! I guess they were right after all. Love makes you do crazy thingsâ, he grinned, burying his nose into your hair. âYouâre such a sap!â, you laughed, turning to face him, nose touching his in the process. âYou do realize weâll get caught if a teacher walks in on us right ?â, Kuroo said, leaning closer down to you. You both were sat on the staircase and could be caught any moment. âJust shut up and kiss meâ, you said and as requested, you felt his lips touching yours. Your hands went up to grip his raven hair, making him slightly groan into the kiss. âShit baby! You have any idea what youâre doing to me ?â, he whispered, lips moving down to your collarbone and neck. âTetsuâŚâ, you gasped, your grip on his hair tightening. âI didnât understand why people said âI want to bleach my eyesâ but after this, I do. And I want to do exactly thatâ, Kenma commented, appearing from behind the corner. Turning around, your eyes widened, âWell, thatâs my cue to leave! Bye babe! Iâll catch you later!â, you got up, face flushed and ran past the blonde. âDude what the hell! We were getting to the good part!â, Kuroo whined, making Kenma scrunch his face. âYou should fully know that I donât really care. But as the captain of the team, youâre being wanted. Like right nowâ, Kenma deadpanned. âYeah, Iâll be there. But first I have to find y/n. I canât just leave it unfinish-â, âKurooâ, Kenma cut him short, looking him dead in the eye. âAlright fine! Letâs go!â.
Sakusaâs awkward. He offsets that with a blunt attitude and a dry sense of humor, more than happy to come across as a jerk instead of an awkward little dork. He likes to stuff his hands in his pockets and recoil shamelessly when someone enters his bubble. He uses sarcasm to counter obvious questions. When Bokuto asks him if he showered when clearly, he just stepped out of the bathroom, steam following his way out as he has a fluffy yellow towel wrapped around his waist and hair in a headband, Sakusa deadpans.
With the driest tone ever, he says, âNo, Bokuto. I was actually teaching my dog how to roll over in there. Sorry for taking so long.â
Sakusa is content with his well maintained reputation and even happier when his teammates are satisfied in participating in a one-sided conversation with him, but you, you have him doing the silliest of things.
He likes to show up at your door when you say youâve had a long day at work with a bashful smile and lukewarm takeout. Heâs not one for greasy foods, but the oily sheen of your smile helps the noodles go down easy. And Sakusa likes to keep his days off to himself, but if you text him and ask him if he wants to go to the gym with you, suddenly heâs free for the rest of the day.
He wishes, he really wishes, that he could be blunt around you. Heâs tired of inadvertently admitting his feelings by light tugs of your sleeves and awkward calls of your name. He wants to pull you by the collar of your shirt, shake you once or twice while his hair bobs against his forehead and yell, âLook at me! Look at what youâve done to me!â
He wants to point at his cheeks that are profusely rouge in your midst and he wants to show you his fitbit, at exactly 7:12 yesterday morning, when he received a good morning text from you and his heart rate shot up to 110.
You drive him crazy and at the same time, you polish his edges. Even his teammates notice the effects of his adoration for you. Even with a mask on, he gets teased every time he pulls out his phone to open a text you sent. Atsumu has demoted him from a prickly sea urchin to a modest starfish. Him? A starfish? Do you see what youâve done?
Heâs finally had enough of his rampant emotions, and upon parking in front of your apartment after a âfriendly drink at the barâ, decides to take matters in his own hands.
âThanks Kiyoomi.â You say, flashing the smile that unknowingly visits him in his sleep. âI really needed that. Work sucked so bad.â
He nods, as usual, because he never willingly participates in conversations like this, but he holds your gaze. Thereâs so much more that he wants to say but he canât seem to pull the plug.
You turn over, leftovers crinkling in your lap as you pick it up and reach for the handle, âOkay. Iâm going to head inside now.â
âI had a really great time.â Sakusa blurts out, a sudden desperateness. He doesnât want this to end. He never does.
You gape at him for a moment, slowly muttering out, âI had a great time, too.â
âNo, I mean I always have a great time with you.â And Sakusa turns in his too seat too, stretching the seatbelt across his chest, âAnything.â
He shakes his head, incredulous. You drive him mad. âI literally love doing anything with you.â
âMe too.â
âYou donât get it. I like you.â
The bag drops back into your lap. âYou like me?â
âNo, Iâm actually the tooth fairy thatâs been trying to make it up to you since I accidentally shorted you a hundred yen for one of the teeth that you lost.â He snorts. Itâs obvious. Itâs so, so obvious how utterly in like he is with you, but looking at your gape maw and frigid stature, heâs guessing you never knew. âOf course I like you.â
âWhy didnât you tell me?â
âI thought you would have noticed? Didnât you think it was weird how much I wanted to hang out with you?â
You smack your forehead when you link all the pieces of evidence together. âI thought you were being nice! Like new year, new Kiyoomi.â
Sakusa instantly recoils at the thought. âNo, never. I have been the same since I was five. New year, same Kiyoomi.â
A beat passes as the both of you digest his words.
âWait,â Sakusa says. He realizes, maybe he is different. Heâs changed and youâre the reason why.
âNew year, your Kiyoomi.â He confesses with a wobbly heart. âIf youâll have me.â
This is also a gentle reminder that your fictional preferences don't dictate what you like irl. Its not a bad thing too! Fiction is a good place to explore and it be a safe space. For example a lesbian can still like fictional men. It doesn't discredit thier irl preference. Ace people can write about sex and one night stands but irl not want to participate in those things. Another example is kinks. I think this is very important to remember for this. I know many people who are into a kink in fiction BUT irl they don't like it. It's not a bad thing. Everyone has preferences. Again fiction is a safe space to explore and let yourself write/read/draw whatever
Edit: this is not about kids. Please stop mentioning that in the tags. Thats a given.
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