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𝐿𝑒𝓉’𝓈 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎 𝒶 𝑔𝒶𝓂𝑒…

𝙄 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙢𝙮 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚.

Trapped in a beautiful nightmare you feel the weight of yearning, obsession & possession hanging thickly in the air. A world where men lose themselves in you, where obsession masquerades as worship & where every beating heart belongs to someone who cannot bear to let it go. Ever.

Welcome to the dream & to the nightmare. Welcome home.

all stories & designs by me. no ai training or uploading to other websites.

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helogelo hi do u perchance also write angst on anothyer blog or no,..

ayo. gimme angst. nothing goes harder except my strap on.

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cw ⌇ ex boyfriend sae ◞ bathroom sex

The last person you wanted to see when you slipped into that half-lit bar was him. Sae Itoshi, leaning back against the counter like he owned the whole place, hair shorter than you remembered, eyes still carrying that bored, cutthroat gleam. The years hadn’t softened him at all. Not his arrogance, not that sharp tongue.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you muttered before you could stop yourself.

His gaze flicked up and a smirk curved his lips. “Well. If it isn’t my favorite headache.”

You rolled your eyes, already heading toward the door, but his voice followed you. “Still running away when you can’t handle me?”

You stopped. Turned. “Handle you?” you scoffed, fists clenched at your sides. “You’re an arrogant, insufferable bastard.”

“And yet,” he murmured, pushing off the counter, closing the distance between you in measured steps, “You keep coming back.”

You should’ve left. Should’ve brushed past him and let him drown in his own ego. But something in the way his eyes pinned you in place held you still, like he knew every little nerve to set on fire. And maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the fact that you’d hated him for so long it twisted into something else entirely, but one second you were glaring and the next your back hit the bathroom door with his mouth crushing against yours. It was a war disguised as a kiss, teeth clashing, lips bruising, his hand already dragging your thigh up against his hip.

“Fucking knew it,” he growled against your mouth, pulling it open with his tongue, tasting every inch. “Always so loud, so self-righteous. But look at you now.”

“Shut up,” you snapped, but your voice broke into a gasp when his hand slipped under your shirt, palm flat against your stomach, pressing you harder into the door.

“Make me.”

The words came with a thrust of his hips, already hard against you and you hated the way your body betrayed you. How you arched your back, how you let out that needy little sound in your throat.

He smirked, catching it, exploiting it. “That’s what I thought.”

The bathroom was locked a second later, and he had you bent over the sink, the mirror reflecting your flushed, furious face as he yanked your jeans down.

“You don’t deserve—” you tried, but your voice faltered as his fingers slid through your wet pussy.

“Don’t deserve this?” he interrupted with venom, pushing two fingers inside without warning. “Tell me to stop, then. Tell me you don’t want me.”

The worst part was you couldn’t. Your body clenched around his fingers, thighs shaking, the heat in your stomach boiling over until words died on your tongue. He leaned down, mouth by your ear, thrusting his fingers harder, deeper. “Exactly. You hate me, but you’d let me ruin you any night I want.”

The sound you made only proved him right. By the time he slid into you, rough and unyielding, you were already trembling, nails digging into the porcelain. He didn’t give you time to adjust as he set a sharp, brutal rhythm that had your breath shattering into ragged moans.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he muttered, head dropping against your shoulder, teeth grazing your skin. “Been waiting for this, haven’t you? All those years and you’re still mine the second I touch you.”

“I’m not—” the denial cracked into a cry when he drove in harder, hips slamming into yours.

He laughed, almost cruel, one hand tangling in your hair, yanking your head back so you had no choice but to look at yourself in the mirror. “Look. Even you can’t lie to yourself right now.”

Your reflection showed everything: the tears gathering in your eyes, the flush across your cheeks, the way your lips parted around every choked sound.

“Pathetic,” he whispered, biting the curve of your jaw. “And perfect.”

Every thrust was sharper, angrier, fueled by years of tension you both pretended was hate. The bathroom filled with the wet slap of skin, the sharp edge of your cries, his ragged groans muffled against your neck. One more thrust and your body convulsed, your legs nearly gave out as his name spilled from your lips like a curse. You hated how good it felt, how much of a traitor your body and little cunt was.

He followed seconds later, grinding deep, spilling into you with a guttural sound that made your stomach flip.

For a moment, the only sound was your shared breathing, uneven and heavy. Then he straightened, tugging your hair just enough to make you meet his eyes in the mirror again. “Say it,” he murmured, still buried inside you. “Say you hate me.” your lips trembled, no words coming and his smirk widened. “That’s what I thought.”

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can i ask why u dont write for rin anymore?? I LOVEE YOUR STORIES

thank you darling. i stopped when i found the artist who draws baby rin. literally a baby. nothing else :(

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(psst, there's one time it says Shoto instead of Isagi in the latest fic :x)

ayo i know how it looks but it isn’t the case!!!

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bro ur cooking rn its like fic after fic gawd😭😭

thank you friend 🤭❤️

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i thought you said you didnt write for rin anymore (that fic was so good though)

i don’t. the story is from last year (i think i have two more. my notes are a mess!!). i’d be sad to just delete them.

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cw ⌇ secret public sex

It was late night. Bus humming. The windows fogged with cold air and warm breath. The REST of the team was scattered across the seats. Some snoring, others passed out with headphones in.

You sat quietly next to Rin. Your hand had slipped beneath the blanket, so had his. You didn’t look at each other. Not when your fingers curled around the thick shape of him in his sweats. Not when his breath caught in his throat.

He shifted and pulled you into his lap like it was nothing. The blanket draped around both of you, shielding the truth. You straddled him under the fabric, thighs spread wide across his lap, the warmth of his body dragging a moan from your throat you had to swallow.

The bus rocked gently, engine thrumming. Rin’s hands were already pushing your panties aside, dragging his cock against your slick pussy. He slid in. You bit his shoulder with a muffled whimper. One hand held your waist, anchoring you. The other crept up your back, cradling the BASE of your neck. His face was buried in your throat. Yours in his.

It wasn’t frantic. It wasn’t messy. It was intimate, a filthy little secret wrapped in silence and sweat.

Your hips rolled over him, making his thighs flexed beneath you. His cock dragged deep inside you with every rock of your hips, the blunt head brushing your sweet spot so perfectly it nearly knocked the air from your lungs.

Your mouth opened, but nothing came out. Just a quivering breath. Your fingernails dug into his hoodie, anchoring yourself there, in his arms, in his lap, in the middle of a team full of oblivious boys who would never, ever guess what he was doing to you.

His hand slid beneath your shirt to feel your skin, your warmth. You. You looked down. His eyes were on you, half-lidded, flushed, mouth parted. His brows furrowed like the pleasure hurt. Like it was too much, and holding back was killing him.

You clenched around him. He exhaled hard through his nose, jaw tight, arms trembling. The blanket shifted. You held it tighter around you both, just in case. Not that either of you could stop.

Your pace quickened. Still slow, still careful, but with a rising, trembling urgency. Your thighs quivered with effort, body slick and hot with tension. Every quiet grind pulled soft friction across your clit, and Rin’s cock felt so deep, so thick, you couldn’t breathe.

His forehead pressed to yours as his hand tightening at your nape. The soft slap of your skin beneath the hum of the wheels, and the stutter of your hips as your orgasm crept closer, higher, harder.

You came with your face still buried in his neck, shaking silently in his lap. Your fingers clutched his hoodie. Your mouth opened but you didn’t dare make a sound. Your body spasmed, your walls pulsing around him. And Rin held you through it, fucked you through it. Until he followed, his head thrown back against the seat, hips twitching, breath shuddering out of his lungs as he spilled deep inside you.

You stayed like that for a long time. His arms wrapped around you, your breath shared, and bodies tangled in silence. The blanket didn’t move. No one stirred. But under the fabric, beneath the layers of composure, something had cracked open between you. And neither of you would be able to pretend otherwise.

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cw ⌇ sex ◞ sae loves to mark you

He never said it out loud, but you could tell. Sae was obsessed. Not with the curve of your waist or the sway of your hips (though he admired those too), but with the canvas of your chest, your throat, your collarbones. That soft stretch of skin he marked again and again, always in the same way.

You’d tease him sometimes, whispering between kisses, “What, you hate the idea of finishing inside me?”

His lips would brush your ear, voice flat but firm, “No. This is better.”

He never let you push further than that. Sae Itoshi, the genius, the cold prodigy, reduced to something raw and unflinching when it came to you. It was ritualistic, the way he’d pull out at the last second, fist tight around his cock as his jaw clenched, the heavy breaths breaking his perfect composure. And then warmth, thick and hot, spilling onto you in heavy ropes.

He watched it every time. The way it painted your collarbones, slid down your sternum, streaked your throat until it dripped lower, lower. His eyes burned into you, dark teal catching the mess like he was memorizing a masterpiece only he was allowed to make.

You learned quickly that he hated when you wiped it away too soon. The first time, you’d giggled and reached for tissues and he’d grabbed your wrist mid-air. “Don’t.” his voice was sharp. “Leave it.”

You had swallowed thickly, cheeks flushed and let it dry sticky on your skin. His gaze softened then and that was the closest Sae ever came to saying please. So you let him. Let him have you the way he wanted. Sometimes he’d push you back against the headboard, hands spreading your thighs wide as he thrust into you slow, controlled, every stroke calculated to make you tremble. He never lost focus, not even when you whimpered his name into his skin.

His endgame wasn’t just the orgasm. It was the mark he left after. The heat of him spilling across your chest became something you craved too. Because Sae didn’t just release on you, he worshipped the sight. His thumb would drag through the mess, smearing it up to your throat, pressing it into your pulse point to mark and claim.

“Look at you,” he murmured once, uncharacteristically hushed, his breath warm against your ear as he shifted his cock against your folds again, already hard. “My pretty canvas.”

Your thighs had quivered at the words, his possessive obsession seeping into your bones. He grew worse about it over time. Sometimes after training, still buzzing with sharp adrenaline, he’d shove you up against the mirror in your bedroom. His clothes half-off, your shirt pushed down, and he’d fuck you fast, desperate. You barely had time to catch your breath before he was pulling out, groaning as he spilled thick white across your reflection. You, smeared in his release, glowing under the mirror lights, he’d hold your chin up, make you look at it.

“No one else gets to see you like this,” he said, tone cold but eyes dark with hunger. “Just me.”

Other nights, he took his time. On those nights, you swore he was an artist. His strokes deep but measured, his body angled so that when he came, he could spread it exactly where he wanted. Sometimes across the swell of your breasts, sometimes high enough to catch your throat so it dripped down over your collarbones.

And when you asked him why, soft and breathless in the quiet aftermath, Sae only tilted his head, teal gaze piercing.

“Because it’s mine,” he said simply. “This. You.”

You shivered under the weight of it. Not just his words, but the certainty in them. Even when your thighs ached and your body begged for the fullness of him inside, you let him have his way. Because the look in his eyes when he painted you in his release was something you’d never seen in anyone else. Reverence, possession, a hunger so deep it scared you a little. But you never told him to stop and maybe that was what made you his masterpiece.

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a/n ⌇ obsessive behavior ◞ chubby!reader

Hoodies. The whole thing had turned weird when all the hoodies started to show up.

But let’s go back to the beginning of you being the roommate of one of the infamous duos on campus - Michael Kaiser and Alexis Ness.

They hadn’t actively looked for a roommate. Might even have preferred someone playing in their league. But then you came along - all soft curves, shy smiles and they decided you were the perfect fit.

A part of you understood it. You were the calm to their chaos. The one who liked too cook and didn’t complain when they threw parties until five in the morning.

Well. Let’s get back to these hoodies which randomly showed up in the shared space. You could call it a collection at this point.

Michael Kaiser owned expensive clothes. Designer sneakers lined the hallway. Jackets that probably cost more than your monthly grocery bill hung neatly by the front door.

And yet every single oversized hoodie somehow ended up forgotten on the couch. Or draped over a dining chair. Or tossed over the armrest of your favorite spot.

“You forgot your hoodie again,” you’d call.

Kaiser barely looked up from his phone as he drawled lazily, “Did I?”

“You did.”

“Hm.”

“You want it back?” you’d ask as you pressed the hoodie to your chest.

“You can wear it,” his eyes had flickered to you - dark and unreadable.

Every time. And every time that hoodie ended up hugging your body.

Alexis Ness was even worse.

He’d wash his hoodies, fold them neatly and leave them on the chair in the kitchen where youd always sit and eat.

You’d blink and hold up the hoodie. “Alexis?”

“Oh.”

“You forgot it.”

“Did I?”

“You’ve done that three times this week.”

He’d smile softly and then a little cheeky. “You keep getting cold.”

“I have blankets.”

“I know.” he’d approach you and put the hoodie around your shoulders. “I still think the hoodie suits you better.”

You’d laugh, cheeks warming. “You’re both weird.”

No. They weren’t weird. They eased you into an obsession that grew in their hearts since the day you’ve moved in.

Living with the two most popular men on campus wasn’t nearly as glamorous as everyone imagined. People called them the campus gods. You called them fondly your idiots.

Mostly because they argued over whose turn it was to buy groceries for the week. You had offered to do that, but they had shut that down immediately.

However their status was… well, you didn’t know much about the whole hierarchy of the campus. But you knew Kaiser and Ness were on top of it.

Constantly new girls would leave the apartment after spending the night. Mostly coming from Kaiser while Ness couldn’t walk through the student union without someone asking him to tutor them or inviting him somewhere.

You were never invited.

“Big party tonight,” Kaiser announced one Friday, grabbing his keys.

You looked up from the couch. Heart pounding as your cheeks grew warm. “Oh?”

“You don’t like parties anyway.”

Now that wasn’t the truth.

“I mean…”

“You’d hate it,” Kaiser argued.

Ness had at least the decency to look guilty, because he knew you’d love to join them. For you it wasn’t even about getting drunk and hookup, but just the experience.

“They’re loud,” Ness said carefully. “People get shitfaced and puke everywhere.”

“I know,” you chewed your bottom lip. “You’re right. I’ll stay home.”

Both of them pretended they didn’t saw the way your smile became just a little smaller.

You’d stopped asking after the fourth party. At first you’d wondered if they simply assumed you weren’t interested. You were shy after all.

Then after months… well. It became harder not to think something else. Fuck, you weren’t blind, okay?

You knew you didn’t look like the girls constantly hanging around your apartment. They were all tiny dresses and perfect makeup and effortless confidence.

You were soft with round cheeks. Thick thighs that rubbed together when you walked and a tummy that made oversized hoodies your favorite thing in the world.

When you sat down on the couch the first thing you did was grabbing the little pillow to hide your tummy. Arms that you tugged under the blanket.

You weren’t unhappy with yourself every day. This would be bullshit. Your softness didn’t define your beauty.

But some days you caught your reflection and wondered if maybe your roommates worried what people would think.

Imagine being roommates with Michael Kaiser. The untouchable king, the number one on the college soccer team. Next to him Alexis Ness, more subtle, but not less powerful with his unhinged streak.

Then imagine introducing your chubby roommate to all his gorgeous friends.

Maybe they were embarrassed. They were definitely embarrassed, because you didn’t fit in their world.

The thought lodged itself somewhere deep inside you until it poisoned your mind. You hated it. You knew they owe you nothing, but you just wanted… to be a part of all of this. Even when they faked it.

God, it hurt so much.

But you pretended and smiled. At least for them.

One rainy afternoon you stood in front of the bathroom mirror wearing one of Kaiser’s hoodies. Despite your plushy body it swallowed you whole. The sleeves covered your hands and the hem brushed your thighs.

It smelt like him which was comforting as much as it pained you.

Still, you loved how safe oversized clothes felt. Loved how they let you exist without wondering if your shirt clung too tightly around your stomach.

“You alive?” Kaiser called through the door.

“Yeah.”

“You’ve been in there forever.”

Shyly you opened the door and immediately his eyes landed on you. You didn’t know what happened, but that usual cocky grin disappeared.

“Looks good.”

“The hoodie?” you laughed softly.

“No.”

His answer came so quickly it caught both of you off guard. Your heart - fuck, your poor heart stuttered for a second as he cleared his throat.

“The… hoodie looks good.”

… oh okay.

“Thanks,” you smiled anyway.

After you walked away Kaiser stayed standing in the hallway. His eyes squeezed shut and his fists curled tightly. Ness appeared beside him and shook his head.

“You almost said it.”

“I know.”

Two days later there was another party and of course the boys didn’t even bother asking you. And you didn’t have the guts to demand that they take you with them.

So, you’re all curled up on the couch with a huge bowl of popcorn and the soda Ness had bought you the other day. Plus that terrible dating show you secretly enjoyed watching sometimes.

And sometimes good little things happened, like tonight. Around midnight the apartment door opened and the boys came back. A little tipsy, their face lighting up when they saw you curled together like a little human burrito.

Kaiser dropped two takeout bags onto the coffee table. “We brought dumplings.”

“Ooooh,” you cooed with a smile. “You remembered!”

Ness looked impossibly pleased with himself as he let himself fall onto your right side. “You said you were craving them.”

Meanwhile Kaiser opened the takeout boxes and fed you one of the dumplings. But it wasn’t this. They didn’t smell like another girl - just their usual expensive Cologne and the faint smell of beer. So you happily opened your mouth.

Together you ate while the contestants cried dramatically on TV. Kaiser complained about every couple, Ness laughed until he snorted and you laughed so hard your stomach hurt.

It felt like home. No. It definitely was home and in these moments the ache in your chest disappeared.

But nothing could’ve prepared you what would happen three weeks later.

You’d been already on your way to class when you’d noticed that you forgot one of your books. Quickly you went back to the apartment when you heard their voices from the kitchen.

“…she should come next time,” Ness said quietly.

Your heart squeezed before jumping in excitement. Finally. Finally they’d take you to a party too.

“No,” Kaiser answered immediately.

Your stomach dropped. See? This had to be, because they felt ashamed. Or at least Kaiser did.

“I don’t think we can keep hiding her forever,” Ness said carefully.

… hiding? You didn’t understand.

“No.”

“Michael.”

“No.”

A painful silence followed as you listened closely. You were so close to find out the reason.

“The second people see her,” Kaiser sighed. “They’ll notice.”

You frowned confused. Notice what? It wasn’t a secret that you looked the way you looked or that you lived together with them.

“Have you seen the way she smiles?” Kaiser added quietly.

“Yeah,” Ness laughed quietly.

“And she’ll wear probably one of our hoodies.”

“Yeah.”

“And every idiot there is going to think she’s adorable.”

“Yeah.”

“And then some asshole is going to ask for her number.”

Another silence followed. All while your thoughts raced. Were the hoodies the problem? You could wear something nice too.

Then Kaiser spoke so quietly you almost missed it. “I’m not interested in competing.”

Your heart stopped. Competing? Competing against who and why and what and where and everything in between.

“I already hate when guys look at her in the cafeteria,” Ness rubbed a hand down his face annoyed.

“They don’t even know her yet.”

“I know.”

“I’d rather keep her here.”

“Safe and away from these assholes.”

“Our girl,” Kaiser whispered.

“Our girl,” Ness murmured softly.

You couldn’t breathe. Huh? What? Their girl? Like in their their girl?

“You know what she thinks?” Ness continued, more serious now.

“What?”

“I think she thinks we don’t invite her because we’re embarrassed of her.”

So. Ness had noticed. Great. Really. Your eyes burned with shame.

“Scheiße. What?” Kaiser sounded horrified.

“C’mon Michael. The parties we don’t invite her too. The girls sometimes coming over. Don’t tell me you don’t notice how quiet she gets.”

Kaiser didn’t answer as his face scrunched up in anger and pain. This was never the plan. They just… he did. Scheiße. Scheiße. Scheiße.

The kitchen fell silent, but you could hear Kaiser’s heavy breathing. The one you knew he was getting when he suppressed something. And then your heart broke.

“I’d burn every party on campus down before I’d ever be embarrassed of her,” Kaiser whispered strained.

You covered your mouth. Still putting together the pieces while not allowing you to hope.

“She doesn’t even know what we see when we look at her,” Ness laughs without any humor.

“Unser hübsches mädchen.”

Our beautiful girl. Oh god.

“Our girl who likes to steal our hoodies,” Ness hummed.

“I leave them out on purpose,” Kaiser chuckled. “You do too.”

“Love when she wears them. Makes me feel even more possessive,” Ness mused and Kaiser agreed.

You accidentally dropped your keys, because what? What?

Both men froze and you squeaked an embarrassed, confused. “Hiii.”

Neither of them had ever moved so fast in their entire life. The kitchen doorway filled with two very panicked roommates. Your eyes were glossy when you looked up at them.

“So,” you laughed weakly. “I guess I wasn’t supposed to hear that.”

“No,” Ness admitted.

“You think I’m embarrassed of you?” Kaiser sounded so offended.

You looked down at yourself and you needed to tell them. Especially Kaiser. “I’m chubby.”

“I’m aware,” Kaiser narrowed his eyes.

“I thought maybe—”

“You thought wrong,” Kaiser cut in. “So wrong it’s almost impressive.”

A watery laugh escaped you and you quickly covered your mouth. Immediately Ness stepped closer and pried the hand from your mouth.

“Do you know what we see?”

You shook your head.

“We see the woman we want to come home to.”

“The woman who makes this apartment feel like home,” Kaiser added.

“The woman who looks impossibly cute drowning in our hoodies,” Ness continued.

“The woman we’ve both been trying very hard not to scare.”

“Scare me?” you asked softly.

“Scheiße schatz, we’ve been hard for you since the day you moved in,” Kaiser rubbed the back of his neck and glanced at Ness, who looked at Kaiser with a sigh.

“We’re in love with you, engel,” Ness said, surprisingly nervous. “We’ve been waiting.”

“For what?”

Kaiser looked at you as if the answer were obvious, “For you. Until you’re ready for us.”

The apartment went quiet - the three of you standing in the place that had quietly become a home.

You looked down at the oversized hoodie covering your soft frame. The one you’d always worn because it made you feel hidden, safe and small. Then you looked back up at the two men who had never wanted to hide you, because of your body.

They’d only wanted to protect the future they believed was waiting for them. They’d been waiting and biding their time and claiming you in small ways. With their hoodies, with keeping you hidden in the apartment, because the thought of another guy approaching you would’ve sent them in a frenzy.

It was never shame. It was love wrapped in the sweetest obsession.

“Can I keep stealing the hoodies?” you asked softly.

Kaiser laughed as he nodded. He then crowded you, trapping you between him and Ness.

“You were keeping them anyway.”

“I’ll even buy more,” Ness winked.

“And,” Kaiser added with a grin, “Next party? You’ll walk in wearing my hoodie.”

Ness and you looked surprised to Kaiser whose blue eyes turned a little feral at the thought. Automatically Ness’ turned dark too.

“It’s time that everyone knows who you belong to and who we come home to. Now and forever,” Kaiser whispered into your ear.

“Now let us show you,” Ness breathed into your ear as he nudged you towards Kaiser’s bedroom.

Your class was forgotten as they wrecked you completely. Ruining you for every other men as they took turns with your soft plushy body.

Two hours later you walked across the campus with them. Your holes still stretched out and leaking, a soft glow across your face. Ness’ hoodie hiding perfectly the slight tremble of your thighs.

… and across the campus the trio watched the other notorious duo. One calm and the other with a feral insanity that left you uncomfortable… not far away was your classmate. So nerdy, so sweet - about to be ruined once they both strike.

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do you have any other writers on here you like cuz ur work is so yum i need to see ppl youd enjoy

never been much of a fanfic reader myself tbh. @sweethearticism is my absolute favorite. of course my girl @loverstv as well. love love @kurooangel & @corpus-archon

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I NEEEEEED NEEDY RIN ITOSHI 😳 PLEASE I BEG OF YOU

i don’t write for rin anymore. but i still have a few stories with him i wrote back then. maybe some needy rin is there too 👀

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i love it when you write for hiori

thank you, darling. thank you.

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cw ⌇ overstimulation ◞ webcam sex ◞ humiliation

You didn’t expect him to actually follow through when Hugo mentioned a cam. Especially considered who he is

But Hugo never joked when it came to making you blush and break. Your body was his playground and tonight he got you straddling a chair in front of his laptop, webcam light glowing red. Due the size difference his face was completely hidden. No one would recognize him.

“Smile for the camera, doll,” he whispered. His voice was almost smug. He had tied your wrists behind your back. Legs spread and dripping with need. “Private stream. Just us. You, me and that greedy cunt.”

Maybe it was the truth. Maybe it wasn’t. Hugo could be unpredictable sometimes.

You squirmed in the chair. Thighs slick and the vibrator he’d shoved inside you buzzed faintly. Every shift of your hips made you moan and your face felt hot, knowing he was watching. The cam was watching. Maybe others too.

“Beg.”

“Hugo, please—“

“For the camera. Let’s hear it.”

It was hot. It was humiliating as you looked directly at the glowing lens. “P-please, I need to cum.”

He groaned, fist already lazily stroking his cock as he circles closer. “Putain, c'est bon. Say it again.”

The vibrator pulsed harder and you cried out, forced to repeat yourself louder, filthier, until your voice cracked. Every plea made his grin widen, made his hand pump faster.

When you finally broke, your orgasm ripped through you with a sob, he chuckled. “One.”

Without a word he slid the vibrator out of your quivering pussy and set it aside. He urged you up from the chair and sat down himself while you stood with your back to him.

Your soft plush pussy right in front of the lens. All while his face was hidden and yours was too.

The sheer anonymity and depravity had your thighs shake. A few tears slipped down your cheeks, because this was new. It was hot. You didn’t know what to expect next.

Hugo grabbed your waist suddenly and nudged your hips down until his thick crown pressed against your entrance. You whimpered softly as he fed every thick inch into your quivering cunt.

The angle was humiliating.

The webcam captured perfectly the way your body took him, the stretch of your hole and your bouncing tits. A tear fell down your cheeks and pearled down your soft flesh.

“You’re clenching so tight,” Hugo groaned as he bottomed out and your ass snuggled against him.

His hand reached down around your knees, spreading you wider until your back was flushed against his chest. The cam filmed silently how your creamy juices dripped down onto his balls.

He thrusted so slow that you felt every ridge and vein. He fucked into you so hard from below that you started sobbing.

Your pussy clenched so desperately as he filled you over and over again until you fell apart. White hot pleasure had your eyes rolled back as you cried so fucking beautiful for him.

“Two,” he whispered and delivered a devastating smack against your swollen clit.

Your whole body jolted. You tried to squirm away, but you were completely at his mercy. Where you belonged.

He didn’t let you breathe. Another wet smack to your clit as your head lolled back. The camera recording your wrecked expression so prettily. Hugo pulled all the way out and slammed back into you, punching against your cervix with short brutal thrusts.

“V-vivian—“

Smack. Smack. Smack.

Because how dare you using this name on him when it was reserved for sweet moments?

“Shut up,” he hissed.

You looked at him scared and apologetically as he claimed your mouth with his. A hot filthy kiss which had you sobbing into his mouth.

“Tu es si belle comme ça,” he whispered.

Done. You were done.

Another orgasm tore through you. Your body seized up before going Slack against him. So fucking soft and pliant for him. .

Hugo might be dominant, but the moment you went soft he went rigid. His hips snapped uncontrolled, cock pounding desperately as he chased his own pleasure. His balls tightened as he let out a roar of pure need. Hot cum splashed against your pussy walls and you whined. So hot and wet.

Only for you. Only for him.

“Say it,” he commanded.

“Thank you. Thank you,” you whispered against his lips.

“Good doll.”

He reached over and shut off the cam. He never told you in the end if it was just for the thrill. If you might anonymously ended up on some website. Or if the whole French team saw you getting wrecked while stroking themselves…

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cw ⌇ overstimulation ◞ gamer & sadistic hiori

You should’ve known better than to sit next to him when he picked up the controller. Hiori never just played for fun instead he twisted everything into something depraved. And when you teased him about losing, he grinned cruelly. “Every time I die, you cum.”

At first you laughed. But now you’re straddling his lap, a vibrator strapped against your clit, your wrists pinned in his hands and he’s already ‘accidentally’ lost three times in a row.

“Oh, look at you squirming,” he rasped, pressing the joystick hard with his thumb, deliberately sending his character straight into another enemy.

On screen: game over.

In your lap: another pulse of the vibrator so strong it rips a cry out of your throat. Your hips bucked helplessly against it, the stimulation unbearable, your orgasm crashed through you like lightning.

“Four,” he counted, laughing hoarsely in your ear. “And we’ve barely started.”

Your body trembled violently, cunt dripping against his jeans, soaking through the fabric. You tried to wriggle away, but his grip on your wrists tightened.

“Sit still. Controller’s not the only thing buzzing tonight.”

He played sloppy on purpose, reckless. His character running off cliffs, taking every hit. Each death triggered another cruel surge of vibrations, and each time, he watched you fall apart a little more.

By the seventh, you were crying, voice hoarse from begging. “Hiori, please, I can’t—”

He tilted his head, eyes gleaming sadistically under the glow of the monitor. “Can’t what? Can’t take it? Or can’t stop cumming?”

The vibrator didn’t give you time to answer, pushing you into another orgasm that leaves you sobbing against his chest.

“Eight,” he hummed, dropping the controller to grab your face in one rough hand. “Pathetic. You’re so easy to break.”

He yanked the vibrator away, your body jerking from the sudden absence, only to shove his cock into you without warning. The stretch was brutal, your cunt already oversensitive and twitching, but he groaned like he’s been waiting all night for it.

“Fuck, you’re so wet it’s disgusting,” he groaned, hips snapping up into you, forcing you down onto his cock until he’s buried to the Hilt.

Your nails dug into his shoulders as he fucked up into you, every thrust ground against your raw clit. Your body rebelled, another orgasm slamming into you before you can even process it.

“Nine,” he panted, biting hard at your neck until you cried out.

He kept the pace merciless, his laugh broken and hoarse every time your cunt clenched around him. Your body was exhausted, trembling, but it didn’t matter.

He wasn’t slowing down.

“You’re my little checkpoint,” he snarled, fucking you harder, one hand fisting in your hair to yank your head back. “Every time I lose, you win. And I don’t feel like winning tonight.”

The overstimulation made your vision blur, every nerve lit up, every thrust dragged you closer to another unbearable climax. When it hit, it felt endless, your cunt pulsing violently around him as he groans.

“Ten,” he groaned, pulling your face to his and kissing you messy, teeth clashing.

He didn’t stop until he orgasmed too, spilling inside you with a broken groan, his hips jerking erratically.

You collapsed against him, shaking, your body drenched in sweat and slick. He dropped the controller to the floor with a clatter, his hand stroking lazily up your back.

“Game over,” he muttered with a smirk, kissing your damp cheek. “Same time tomorrow.”

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