Dᴏɴᴅᴀɴᴛᴇ.

independent dual ocs. burned by Jason.

[spiritpyro]

   I won't be so quick to praise you with an "As expected!"                            Kindness is just a façade, so shallow and cheap.

                    We humans, our brains probably definitely are completely made with jealousy.       

Independent fandomless dual oc. burned by jason ( he / him ) 

                         Hayate Yuudai    Rokuro Yasu    Rules

[longseasons]

Hey, hey, breathe... Look at me.... This is all your fault, okay?

[52stations]

i've got the kind of eyebags that make people in movies say 'you look like hell, detective. go home.'

[spiritpyro]

I'm committed to being a happier person. [ for rokuro! this is probably after she started dating hayate ]

“ That’s a good thing, “ Rokuro’s more than pleased that Vivian’s happier nowadays– she’s too pure for this world to experience anything awful to her. However he is curious on why she specifically chose Hayate of all people to be her boyfriend. Yes, he thinks his best friend ( that’s new coming from him, when Hayate thinks of him as a nuisance ) is the most horrid person he’s ever encountered. But there’s a reason for everything, right?

Not everyone is born cruel in this word; Hayate wasn’t that bad back then — he was quiet, only spoken when needed, kind of an airhead as a child otherwise he meant well. Rokuro doesn’t know what really happened to him — their relationship surprisingly remained stable besides the fact they went no-contact for about … half a year.

“You’re really in love with him, aren’t you?” It wasn’t an accusation. He’s trying to understand if Vivian saw different sides of Hayate that he never showed anyone else. Rokuro’s always dealing with a more rude Hayate, especially if Ikki’s present. Figuring out that his friend didn’t necessarily care too much about his ‘ slut of a boyfriend who should have stayed dead the first time ‘. Those were his words — verbatim.

Hand holding out the popsicle that’s still wrapped, offering it to Vivian. Ramune flavored. “ I hope he does make you happy and isn’t too mean towards you. Just like how he is to me, “ dry chuckle elicits out of him followed by a sliver of a smile. “ He acts similar to the cats I have to deal with at work — always ready to bite someone’s head off. “

@unladielike

[melo-9ba]

91Days

[regezu]

 “Do it”

[setheverman]

Are you like. Okay

ah, god no

[02void]

03-16-2026, 8 AM

[wearingmystripes]

one of my toxic traits is experiencing immense pain and just not telling anyone at all

[02void]

[kosmogrl]

not a caller not a texter but a secret third thing

[kosmogrl]

don’t contact me. ever

[melonramune]

2026-04-30

[unladielike]

    "Jeez, what ever ended up giving it away?" Vivian manages to sheepishly crack a smile, for she didn't think her undying dedication towards him was that obvious. Still, seeing Hayate gaze upon her with such ardent attentiveness has her self conscious enough to shift her gaze down towards his crotch... and boy, did the bulge in his pants seem a lot bigger than before, making her arrive at the conclusion he must have liked what he saw; otherwise, why else would he seemingly be so hard?

    To that end, she'll soon draw her knees up to her chest until they brushed her nipples, which inevitably gave him a great view of the glistening wet folds nestled between her legs. The moment he begins rubbing the flesh along the underside of her right thigh, however, she'll soon shiver while unconsciously spreading her legs wider as if inviting him further access to her cunt... practically begging to be touched and rearranged into the shape of whatever he gives her, whether that be his cock, fingers, or mouth. As Hayate's face nears and his hands pushed at her thighs to better lay claim to his long awaited prize, Vivian holds her breath, because by that point, the fact they were going to do it inside a car finally proceeded to weigh on her.

    Fuck, this was so unbelievably sinful. Still, the moment she senses his hot breath fanning over her sensitive clit, she's quick to let out a gasp while jerking her hips upwards and throwing her head back against the car seat window, yet before she could bring herself to mumble back a response, the sensation of his tongue dragging up over her folds has the words on the tip of her tongue turn into a series of unintelligible moans. The next thing she knew, Vivian's hands proceeded to plummet downwards to shakily grip his dark tresses as her eyelids fastened shut and she tightens her jaw the whole entire time his hum subsequently sent pleasurable vibrations coursing through her cunt.

    Honestly, she barely even registered Hayate manoeuvring one of her legs over his shoulder, because the way he was licking her had her mind briefly short circuit, especially since it was so long since her pussy had anything else besides her own fingers. By the time he probes his tongue through the walls of her cunt, Vivian loudly whimpers as her quivering hole shamelessly flutters open to accommodate this intrusion. "F-Fuck, feels so good...!" she gasps while grinding her clit against his nose and tightening her grip on his hair.

    The whole entire time, rivulets of her own slick arousal would slowly leak out around his tongue, dampening her thighs and the cushion beneath her butt. "Ahh, Hayupin... Hayupin, please..." Vivian continually moans upon being unable to push out his tongue as her pussy sloppily clamps down around it's warm girth; however, she couldn't quite articulate what she was exactly begging for as she presses her heel against his back and her clit throbs. All she knew was she wanted more...

[spiritpyro]

Inwardly pleased by the touch upon his head, something he thoroughly enjoyed yet never vocally announcing. It shouldn't feel that good to have a hand on his head ; at least Vivian can guide his head however she wants, giving her control of him momentarily. His tongue continues with its ministries, trying to insert itself further inside. Hayate retracts his tongue, letting her push down on his nose, stained with her juices. Luckily he carried small tissues, so he's not mad at her by any means for wetting his face. It's a sign that Vivian’s enjoying this, getting her cunt ate out.

God, why the hell hasn't he done this sooner? The more that thought lingers in his mind, the more frustrated he is with himself. Neglecting her needs, she deserved way better ( and he knows he feels inept on not being as… indulged in her libido. ).

Nonetheless, he'll take responsibility. Hayate kept his promise— after all, they won't leave this car anytime soon until she's too tired to move. Swallowing down the slick that oozes itself out on his tongue, sucking in a harsh breath, his mind short circuits on her taste. Addictive, stirring his dick alive in his pants. Moving his head away from her cunt momentarily, the saliva had piled in his mouth and spat itself into her moistened folds.

“ Please, what? Use your words, “ he prodded briskly, one hand coming down to play with Vivian’s wetness. Watching the string of her sweet essence coat two of his fingers, then he used those digits to massage lightly on her clit, in small tiny circles. He wonders if he should make her squirt here or have Vivian squirt on his dick ; either way, she can do both.

" Should I just finger you? Would that satisfy you or are you going to beg for me to fuck you? If you're good enough, I can fuck you in the bathroom after checking out those stupid penguins, " he taunts, knowing that she would like that idea no matter how raunchy it would be. Public sex isn't ideal for him, although if Vivian ever wanted that? Hm, he could give in if she persuaded him enough. Those two digits drags themselves down along her swollen bud, purposely slow, faintly prodding his fingertips at her entrance. Threatening to push inside.

[lhavdil]

a hometown is a type of dead wife

[spiritpyro]

As soon as Hayate steps through their shared bathroom, he would find Vivian's lower half comically jutting out of the washing machine. "Help, step bro, I'm stuuuck!" she exclaims in a highly exaggerated, falsetto tone before finally retreating out of the circular drain trap mere moments later.

"Ahem... so how was my airheaded bimbo act, Hayupin? Did I manage to nail the character down pat?" Vivian questions. "Apparently, you would stumble across her archetype a lot in real life porn, but I've only ever watched hentai, so I have no idea how accurate my depiction is."

Certain times he thinks he's living through a real life comedy sitcom, or he's just in another universe where @unladielike's some alien pretending to be human by speaking in porn lingo. Maybe there is an extraterrestrial being among them… It's actually him, not his girlfriend. Hayate cants his head, thin brows furrowed, conflicted. “It's bad,” he admits, in his hands were a few lone shirts that needed to be washed. Might as well get laundry going, right? He's already sweated through two shirts today— this heat is unbearable.

“Am I supposed to be the guy who comes in and just sticks it in you?” He watched porn— to understand what the hype was about, what makes the brain go: oh this is addictive. It never made sense to him; perhaps that's why he never gets aroused on seeing nudity on a tiny fucking screen ( sometimes he watched it on his computer, blank faced, bored, and eating a packet of seaweed. ), he's had instances where there was a little spark down there though it was short-lived. Vivian’s mind is more… different from his when it comes to perverted things. “ Do you think people actually like that type of thing? Pretending to be stuck in a washing machine or in a wall?” It’s a genuine question.

How could anyone get turned on over the idea of getting stuck inside of an object that leads to fucking? He understands the concept of people wanting to fuck on top of appliances but the inside of them? No. “ Mind putting these shirts in here since you’re down there? If you do, we can watch whatever weird hentai that you’ve been fixated on recently. “

[drops-of-universe]

moody men are so funny. like diva what is your problem now

[jokoarchived]

"Is that your dick bulge?" No ma'am that's cigarettes. Move along you don't want me.