#3k event

[fi1nn]

“The sunset looks so pretty!! Let’s take a picture!”

Here’s my participation to @oya-oya-okay event!! Congrats on the 3k you deserve them and continue on your amazing work!! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

love youuuuuuuuu (^з^)-☆

[ticklygiggles]

3k milestone event 🎉

I can't believe we're this many! Thank you so much, everyone for following this humble blog and for wanting to see more of your humble and super slow writer 💖

I'm offering you a little event to celebrate together. I combination of the 3 sentence tickle fic game by Ginny that many of you know I absolutely love, with a little extra:

3 sentences + 3 characters = unlimited chaos

Send me:

Your dream trio from my fandom list, specifying lee(s) and ler(s)

A short prompt, if you have any

A tickle spot

Don't forget to mention if you want it n$fw-ish

I’ll choose 9 requests to complete (3+3+3), but I might sneak in bonus ones if I get inspired 👀

Thank you everyone for your kind support! 💕

ALSO

Friendly reminder that my commissions are still open, in case you're interested hehehehehe

THANK YOU VERY MUCH BESITOS 💕

Btw, I never got to post the fics from my Valentine's event...

would you still be interested?

hell yeah~ ❤️

nah baby dw 😌

Voting ended onJun 18, 2025

[trashytoastboi]

Hi Toast :) — Dialing 📞 ☎️ for Sugar Daddy Lucifer please <3 It can be either HCs or scenario! I’m totally okay with either and preferably with She/Her pronouns 🎀 I’ll be waiting if you choose to do this :3

Hi bean! Thank youuu- This was an amazing request to wake up to! I went for headcanons because I felt I could include a bit more of how I see Sugar Daddy Lucifer, also I wrote with female reader in mind but since no pronouns were mentioned it works for gender neutral as well.

3K Permanent Event! Dial A...

Sugar Daddy! Lucifer x Reader

🎶 You had doubts the first time you decided to use this mystery service. An ad popped up for it while you were scrolling through Devilgram. You saw their list of services and some even sounded intriguing. You genuinely didn’t expect someone to answer. There on the other end; was the operator who easily led you through the prompts, and even the listings of people they had. You ended up choosing Lucifer. Honestly you went into this thinking it was going to be a joke, so when he showed up for your date you were surprised. 

🎶 Lucifer’s first impression was a great one. He is courteous, gentlemanly, polite, charming and easily carried the conversation when you stuttered from being overly shy during your first meeting. He waited until you got a little more comfortable before discussing things like your allowance that he’d be giving you. You honestly thought the sugar daddy thing was a joke- it was not. When Lucifer told you the amount he’d be giving you every week you genuinely had to ask if he made a mistake in adding an extra 0 at the end.  

🎶 As if the weekly allowance wasn’t enough he often surprised you with gifts, ranging from expensive things, to paying for your meals or sweet treats whenever you had a craving and telling you to spoil yourself- at his expense and he felt a surge of pride whenever you did. Lucifer often told you he has so much money that he doubts he could spend it all and so even if you wanted expensive things, it barely put a dent in his finances. 

🎶 You’d see him quite often, one thing you could call a condition, which wasn’t at all bad. Lucifer wanted you to go on a date with him, once a week and more if both your schedules would allow. He’d like to take you out to whatever restaurant you wanted to try, sometimes he’d be in the mood to go watch an opera if there was one performing at the theater. Sometimes he’d invite you for something quieter, just the two of you and he’d be the one to make dinner and say it’s to spoil you (He’s very much a softie for his sugar baby and wants to provide in any and every way.) 

🎶 Without fail every time you saw Lucifer he had a new gift for you. He knew your tastes perfectly, sometimes he’d buy you something that he felt you’d look absolutely gorgeous in, other times it was something that you’d been looking at. He truly pays attention to everything you like and encourages you to talk about yourself more. He loves seeing how you light up when talking about the things you like. 

🎶 Lucifer is the avatar of pride, and he takes pride in being able to give you everything beyond your wildest dreams. He wants you to always feel and look your best. Hell, half the time it’s something silly and you’d tell him that you don’t need it but he’d always follow up with the question “Do you want it?” It started with an allowance then evolved into Lucifer telling you he’d handle all your living expenses, after all the money he gives you as an allowance should be for you and the things you want. 

🎶 One thing you came to learn later on in the relationship is that Lucifer is a very affectionate and sensual man (demon). He enjoys your affection, he doesn’t outright ask for it and more hints towards wanting you to initiate it. If you’re the one who holds his hand first or kisses him first, he can feel himself falling deeper and deeper for you. It’s interesting he didn’t realize how lovely you’d be and thought it would be a casual relationship not knowing that the longer he knew you, the more in love he fell. 

🎶 He intentionally made more time for you, working a little harder to clear up time so he could have two dates with you a week instead of one. If he really wasn’t able to get away he’d enjoy just hearing your voice, sometimes when he’s working he’d call you just to hear your voice. Lucifer loves being able to hear you talk about your day, something you did or saw today. It makes him happy. 

🎶 He raised a problem. An issue you’d never think you’d hear someone bring up as an issue but here you are. With Lucifer, who sincerely hopes and pleads that you’d spend more of his money. You’re smart and you don’t squander it, he can appreciate that but he’s asking you to just buy whatever you want without considering the price tag. There’s been too many incidents when he takes you shopping and you shy away from something after seeing the price. (He buys it for you anyway) 

🎶 Out of all your previous partners, Lucifer is the most confident and self assured. Lucifer also taught you that someone can genuinely be confident without being conceited or arrogant. He knows what he wants and it’s attractive to you who really has never seen those qualities in the people you’d previously dated. Maybe that was the appeal of an older man after all.

[abyssruler]

CONGRATS ON 3K!!! May i ask albedo + normal au + soulmate + fluff? I don't have any other ideas so plot is up to you! I'll be happy with whatever you write 🫶🫶

of inks and six toes

albedo x gn!reader

in a world where anything you write on your skin appears on your soulmate’s skin, albedo finds that much unlike his initial expectations, he does have a soulmate, and one that he’s surprised to admit he genuinely enjoys conversing with.

soulmate au, comedy, fluff, written for my 3k event!

Albedo learns how to pen words on his skin long before he learns how to write them on paper.

His master has always encouraged this little habit. Notes, reminders, and quick calculations done on the smooth skin of his arm, hands, and on the days where he’s covered in warm clothing from head to toe, his cheeks.

He’s always been curious, always one to voice out questions—this, too, is a habit his master encourages—but he’s never thought to ask why he must write more on his skin than on paper. It was simply a way of life. You sit on a chair, you drink on a cup, you bend the laws of physics using the forbidden art of khemia, and you write inconsequential things to your skin.

Must check test tube #32 on 06:45 and observe any difference, he writes to the inside of his wrist.

With every year that passes, his master becomes more and more displeased with him, claiming his lack of progress, but Albedo doesn’t understand. He’s been doing exceptionally well, excelling in his studies and furthering his knowledge with research, he’s even acquired the small hobby of sketching. He doesn’t understand which aspect he’s lacking in.

It isn’t until years later, when his master deems him mature enough to accompany her in one of her supply trips in a nearby town, that he learns about soulmates. And only five months after that trip does he finally understand what his master meant by progress.

There, written near an absentminded reminder by the inside of his wrist, is a shaky scrawl akin to that of a child’s.

Wat deos experiment meen?

✧

Albedo learns a lot of things within the span of a few months after his soulmate finally responds to him.

The first being that his master seems to be more satisfied with him lately. After the initial shock of the revelation that a synthetic human such as himself would even possess a soulmate, he hurried to show his master the scribbles you made on his wrist. Her threats of leaving him should he fail a certain task has also lessened, almost to a nonexistent degree. Perhaps having a soulmate is the greatest proof of life an artificial person like him could have.

The second is that he never knew talking to someone would be something he would find himself looking forward to everyday. To form relations such as friendship and actively put in the effort to maintain it were not things he anticipated to be this enjoyable. Or perhaps it’s because the person he’s speaking to—rather, writing to, is you, his soulmate.

And lastly, within the first few minutes of conversing with you, Albedo discovers that you are young. Incredibly so, in fact.

…Not that he’s in any position to call anyone young, being that he’s barely a decade old despite looking like a young man already. He supposes he should be thankful to have been born with fully functional limbs and motor skills, his master isn’t exactly the best caretaker for a child, much less a good parental figure (never mind that he already thinks of her as his mother).

hau old ar yu?

How old are you, he corrects, all while mentally calculating exactly how old he is. His master would know down to the very last second, but he can’t bother her with something as mundane as this. Truthfully, the first few years of his life were spent learning as much as he could about the world and alchemy, such that he never took much note of his age until he learned the concept of birthdays. He thinks his master celebrated him being a decade old about a month ago—and by celebrate he means she let him sketch as much as he liked and gave him a break on his studies.

He estimates that he is about ten. Probably.

So that’s what he answers to his soulmate, he does you the favor of writing it in numerical form to make it easier to read.

wow yur old! The words come alive on the back of his hand slowly, each letter uneven and some even written backwards.

You’re, he corrects, more out of habit than any real desire to teach you proper grammar, and 10 isn’t that old. Once you get older, you’ll find that 10 is considered quite young.

It takes you a while to respond, and within that time frame, Albedo finishes transferring a heated whooperflower extract into a test tube. It’s an exercise in patience, and thankfully he has plenty of it. He regrets not using easier words for you to understand, but erasing the ink on his hand and writing new ones will probably confuse you more than you already are.

okey! papa sed im 5 yeers old, turneeng 6 tomorow

You must be very smart to be able to read and write already at that age. I’ll make sure to wish you a happy birthday tomorrow, he replies.

It takes another few minutes for you to write back. but you’re smarter then me so wen did you read and write?

Albedo lets himself feel the slightest hint of pride at how you spelled ‘you’re’ correctly this time around. You’re a quick learner.

I learned before I turned a year old, but please don’t tell anyone. Not that anyone would believe you if you said your soulmate learned how to read and write (and transmigrate a small branch into a flower) before he was one, but better to be safe than sorry.

oohh is this wat mama cals a secret?

Yes, it is, and I would be very happy if you kept it.

okey! i wont tel enywon! :)

Thank you.

He spends the next few minutes making light conversation with you, occasionally correcting your spelling and explaining any concept you seem confused about—until his master berates him for neglecting his work, and he has to bid you a hasty goodbye and apology. You’re quick to understand his circumstances, even as young as you are, only writing a goodbye next to his with a small, misshapen heart that he strangely finds adorable.

The next day, right as the clock turned to 00:00, he writes Happy Birthday on each side of his cheek. His master raises a brow when she sees it, but the excited little drawings you write on your wrist more than makes up for the humiliation.

✧

Tomorrow is my first day of school!

Your grammar and spelling have improved drastically within the span of a year. Albedo deduces you’ll be outdoing your peers in class. Not that he’s the best judge for how a child would normally develop mentally, but from what he’s read, you’re clearly very advanced.

Good luck.

Thanks! I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow :D

I look forward to it, and he finds that he does indeed look forward to it.

✧

Hey soulmate what nation are you from?

You’ve developed the habit of calling him that due to his lack of interest in sharing his name.

Aren’t you in class right now?

Yeah but it’s boring :( tell me more about alchemy

You said yesterday that you find alchemy boring as well, he points out.

But alchemy’s the less boring subject

You should still pay attention in class.

Poopy head. Oh no the teacher is look———

✧

Who is Mondstadt’s god?

The Anemo Archon, though if we’re referring to his name, it’d be Barbatos.

What’s the name of Sneshneya’s capital?

Snezhnaya, he corrects, and it’s Zapolyarny.

And many more such questions, most of them only needing the most basics of knowledge.

Albedo answers them all dutifully, wondering whether this is a test to see how knowledgable he is regarding Teyvat. His master would not be pleased to see him idling about, doing nothing as he waits for his soulmate to write back to him instead of spending his time doing research.

Wow! I’m the only one who scored perfectly on the test!

His eyebrows rise, an idea forming in his mind at the same time as amusement.

A test? he writes back.

Yeah, for my school! You’re so smart! Thank you, soulmate ♡

Something swells in his chest. Warm and pleasant that leaves in him a sense of satisfaction he might akin to the feeling he gets after a successful experiment, or that of the heat that settles in his stomach after a hearty meal during a cold, winter day.

Fondness, he decides, it is fondness.

You’re most welcome. Although next time it would be better to consult me while you’re studying so you would not have to resort to cheating.

Hey! It’s not cheating, it’s called using the resources you have to your advantage.

He has to stifle a smile at how clever you’ve become. Though not clever enough to answer your own tests, it seems.

Using my words against me?

Of course, I learned from the best!

Learned…

To be able to impart knowledge upon others, it is something he had not thought possible until recent years, not with how isolated he is and his only human contact being his master. It is amongst many other less shallow reasons that he is glad to have met you.

To be able to influence others by teaching them what he knows. It is a wishful thought, but he thinks he’d like to do such a thing in the future.

✧

Aunt Alice just gave birth to a baby girl! Her name’s Klee and she’s so fat, are all babies this fat?

Albedo spends a long time staring at his wrist before managing to snap himself out of his haze.

He doesn’t believe in coincidences, but what are the odds that this Alice you were speaking of is the same Alice who just sent a letter to his master the other day about how she finally spawned a daughter. If they so happen to be the same person, then fate truly has a strange sense of humor, though perhaps he should have known that from the moment fate decided a homunculus should have a soulmate.

Yes, he finally responds, a little plumpness isn’t considered fat; in fact, it’s often a sign of healthiness. Also, please don’t call the baby fat right to her mother’s face.

Too late! Aunt Alice just laughed and agreed with me. Isn’t she the best?

He shakes his head in amusement and distantly notes how your Aunt Alice’s personality seems to align with his master’s friend.

✧

I’m joining the Knights of Favonius.

He blinks at the sight that greets him first thing in the morning.

Ah. Well, he supposes this finally confirms all his suspicions of you hailing from Mondstadt.

The clues were there, practically spoon-fed to him, from the innocuous mentions of a certain flower or the structure of a building you found ridiculous, but he didn’t want to form a solid conclusion until you confirmed it yourself.

Is there a particular reason for this decision?

I just feel a bit inadequate. I’m already fifteen but one of my friends has been a captain at the Knights since last year. I’m stuck here stagnating while the rest of my peers move on.

Albedo isn’t the best at comforting people. Years of isolation and limited contact have made socialization one of the fields he doesn’t excel at. He can be a bit tactless, as you once said. He’ll try though, for you.

You don’t need to conform to other people’s standards. Each person moves at their own pace. You needn’t pressure yourself by placing such high expectations on your shoulders. He ponders more on what he could say, until a thought occurs so he adds, With that said, do you want to join the Knights of Favonius or are you merely joining because you feel that you have to?

It takes you a good few minutes to write back. He patiently waits for you to compose an answer, abandoning the on-going experiment he has on the workbench in favor of investing his full attention to you.

Yeah, I think I do want to. Not just because I think I should, but I really want to join.

Then I wish you luck on your future endeavors.

He was about to turn back to his neglected experiment when he sees ink forming on his inner wrist.

And soulmate? you write, your handwriting shaky in a way he hasn’t seen since you were young.

Worried, he hastily scribbles, Yes?

I think I Thank you :)

✧

What should we say to each other if we ever meet in person?

Would you mind elaborating?

I dunno, cause I like to think I’d recognize your handwriting anywhere—and it better be the same case with you! So maybe we should have a secret phrase between us to identify each other.

I’m not very imaginative when it comes to these things. How about you think of a phrase?

Okay! How about this: Barbatos has six toes.

Pardon?

No one in Mond would ever think to say such a thing, which means no one would ever say it out of the blue and confuse us. It’s perfect!

Ah, I see. Alright, if that’s what you wish.

See this is why I lo you’re my favorite person ever :D

✧

Congratulations on being promoted to captain.

Thanks!! Only took about three years, of course, but totally worth the time and effort! I can finally boss people around :)

Please don’t.

No promises!

✧

I got a vision!

That’s a sign of acknowledgement from the gods, or so they say. Would you like me to congratulate you?

No need for that. Just try and guess which element I got!

Pyro.

How’d you guess so quickly?!

The element suits you. Passionate and driven, it was only a matter of time before you were given one.

I really heh who knew you thought so highly of me?

Who wouldn’t?

✧

I’m going to be busy for the next few days traveling.

Okay stay safe!

My master has entrusted me with a heavy task. This is the first time I

You’re going to do great. You’re the smartest and most capable person I know, soulmate!

Thank you.

✧

“So, this new guy, he’s an alchemist?”

“Yes, and apparently a very good one,” Jean answers your question, walking with you side by side as you make your way to the entrance of the Favonius Headquarters to meet this ‘Albedo’ fellow. Well, more like Jean’s on her way to meet him while you’re on your way home.

“Huh. Reminds me of someone I know,” you muse.

She looks at you with amusement. “You mean your soulmate?”

You laugh sheepishly. “I never shut up about him, do I?”

“That’s an exaggeration, I’d say you’re just very in love with him.”

“What?!” you screech, whipping your head towards her.

Jean laughs into her hand. “You’re not fooling anyone with how excited you get whenever he writes back to you.”

“I-I mean,” you deflate in defeat. “I guess it is kinda obvious…” you sigh, only to straighten when you reach the massive doors of the entrance of the Headquarters.

There’s a person with ash blond hair standing right by its awning, looking over something in a clipboard. He turns at the sound of your approaching footsteps. Your eyes meet, and within that brief moment of contact, it feels like you’ve known this stranger your entire life.

Jean greets him. He nods his head at her and introduces himself. She then turns to you, “I’m assigning you to be his guide for the next few days. Be kind, alright?”

Your jaw drops. “Wha—why me?”

“Because you’re the closest available captain in the area,” she answers with an uncharacteristically sly smile. Oh, you lament, she really needs to spend less time with Lisa.

“Fine, but I can’t do it today. I promised Klee we’d go exploring this afternoon,” you concede.

“It’s settled then!” Jean claps her hand before giving the two of you an encouraging smile and leaving briskly. What a busy lady…

You then turn to Albedo who’s been silently watching your interaction, and you find him looking at you like you’re a puzzle he can’t quite discern. Shaking off his strange behavior, you pull out a pen and offer your hand to him. He looks at it curiously before placing his hand into your palm.

“May I ask what this is for?”

You uncap the pen. “Just gonna write down the time I’m free tomorrow, y’know, so you don’t forget.”

“I see.”

Writing on the palm of his hand almost feels wrong. Somehow. A strange feeling you can’t quite place.

It’s probably the spoiled milk you drank earlier.

“And there! Now that’s done, I just need to…” you trail off, seeing a blot of ink in the palm of your hand.

Excitement fills you. Abandoning your new acquaintance in favor of putting all your attention to the new words in your palm, you don’t notice the look of realization that crosses Albedo’s face once he sees what you’ve written on his hand.

1:30PM, Tuesday on the…

Your mind blanks.

You don’t read much beyond that.

This.

This is your handwriting.

But you didn’t write this on your hand, you wrote this on—

Turning a shocked look to Albedo, who if your suspicions are correct, is your soulmate, you find him looking at you with that same wide-eyed look mirrored in your face.

After a few moments of staring, something seems to occur to him.

“Oh, right,” he suddenly speaks up.

He grabs your hand—the same one that has your free time tomorrow written on it—and looks at you with such seriousness, you couldn’t have possibly hoped to predict what he was about to say next.

“Barbatos has six toes,” Albedo says with a straight face before furrowing his brows in question. “That’s our phrase, isn’t it?”

Finding your soulmate unexpectedly, finally getting to hold his hand after fantasizing about it for so long, and him saying those damned words you’d meant as a joke all those years ago.

You can’t help it anymore.

You burst out laughing.

3k word count

[reallyromealone]

Ello father I would love it if I could participate in your 3000 followers event. With prompts 6: “I should’bt be in love with you” and 18: “I fell in love with my best friend” and can you make it kinda sad but with a happy ending? with Luffy please!

Absolutely yes

(Name) was tired.

Hopelessly he was in love with Monkey D. Luffy, the infamous pirate captain who just happened to be an incredibly close friend to (name).

(Name) wanted so so badly to confess his love to the other but there was a huge taboo towards two men being romantically together, so (name) kept quiet about it.

He sat on the sidelines and watched Luffy gain more and more people who were hopelessly in love with him due to his Incredible self, only for the black haired man to show zero interest in all the beautiful women that came his way.

And for some reason, that hurt even more.

They arrived at a port town, the crew relaxing a bit as they restocked on supplies and a few men going to a local tavern to get shit faced.

(Name) looked heart broken as he nursed his drink, watching luffy get flirted with by those who knew his name, the pirate captain treating them like nothing more than old friends.

"What's got you all depressed in shit" Sanji asked taking a sip of some nicer alcohol and (name) sighed "I'm in love with my best friend" he mumbled drunkenly and it didn't take a genius to figure out who he was referring too, Sanji setting his drink down and staring at his friend with an unreadable expression before patting his bad "my condolences, it can't be easy"

"I'm just...gonna drink my sadness away..."

And that's how (name) spent the night, drinking away and eventually having to be helped back to the ship.

(Name) couldn't sleep, too depressed to do so, deciding to go up into the deck while everyone was asleep and just... Not exist for a bit.

"What's up with you?"

Luffy stood there concerned as (name) stared up at the sky "I... I am in love with someone who I can't be with" (name) said honestly, unable to lie to his closest friend and confidant.

"Why not? Do they not love you back or something?" "Not exactly... It's more that we can't be together because of society"

"Whaddya mean?"

"I'm I'm love with another man"

"And you can't be with him because of what others would say? That's dumb" (name) almost laughed at his words as he passively spoke "I shouldn't even be in love with you... There's so many better options you could choose from" (name) froze as he realized he spoke his thoughts and glanced to luffy who looked at him shocked before giving that million watt smile that made any person melt"I knew you liked me!"

"Y-you did?!"

"Uh-huh! And now that it's confirmed I can do this!"

And with that luffy kissed (name) sweetly, an innocent and loving miss that made (name) absolutely melt.

"No more moping now!"

" Aye aye captain!"

[doumadono]

Doumadono's 3k followers event

HOLY HELL!!! I reached 3k followers last week, and I'm just beyond overwhelmed!!! I can't believe THREE THOUSAND of you actually read my works. It's absolutely mind-blowing. I've made friends, become mutuals with the writers who inspired me to join writing community on my own, and there are three thousand people who enjoy hanging out with me here, one way or another. It feels so freaking awesome and I'm beyond grateful. I want to thank all of you for your love and support, whether you've been here from the start or just started following me yesterday! I appreciate every single one of you ♥

RULES:

I'll be accepting requests until 11:59 on Friday, 11/08

send one request per ask & don't forget to put the whole prompt of your choice in the request

choose from the following prompts listed here: 001 SFW / 002 SFW / 003 NSFW /004 NSFW

choose the type of fic: blurbs (300-700 words - SFW/NSFW), headcanons (SFW/NSFW), short fics (1k-1,5k words - SFW/NSFW)

choose the relationship: character/s + f!reader, character/s + gn!reader (I won't write for m!readers in this event)

I'll write for: MHA characters, KNY characters, JJK characters

Once more, though it may sound a tad cheesy, I sincerely want to express my heartfelt gratitude to all of you. Thank you for providing me with this delightful little escape on this website. It's truly a joy to come here after a long day and immerse myself in this wonderful community. I cherish each and every one of you, and I genuinely mean it when I say, "I love you all!"

[amiz06-certified-b1mb0]

Thank you so much for the interacting with me and my artworks. All the support, nice words and criticism just makes me want to keep going!! I appreciate it from the bottom of my heart, I can’t stress it enough. I do so much hard work, hoping to inspire, entertain or just make someone laugh with my works. ♥️💖💕

To celebrate, If you’d like, join me in multiple Aggie sessions to draw together with other people! Links will be posted individually on other posts. The final artwork will be posted publicly. See ya there!

[noritoshiikamo]

tsukishima kei x reader cw mean kei, light brat taming, spanking and slapping, tying up wrists, breeding kink, unprotected sex

a part of my 3k milestone event request belongs to my girlboss @sookyshima <3 hope it makes your lockdown better

- breeding brat

“i told you we’ll talk about this later.”

“don’t bother coming home!”

kei has been staring at his phone for hours, no calls, no text, nothing from his sweetheart.

the angry phone call he had earlier with you lingered in his mind as he caught the last train of the night. he wasn’t even sure what the argument was about anymore as he leaned against the pole of the train, eyes drooping from exhaustion. something along the line of how late he has been coming home from the museum, something about ignoring you.

maybe he has been a little bit harsh on you, you had been taking care of him, yourself, the little pet cat you adopted together right after you moved in together and the small apartment in check.

kei made a point running to the nearby convenience store that opens 24/7, lucked out in getting a couple last slices of strawberry shortcake you both love. along with a couple more stuff he knew would make it up to his crappy behaviour, kei continued his walk a couple more blocks until he reached the apartment complex.

the light was still on when he unlocked the front door, something common on friday night with you staying up late sprawled on the sofa catching up on your shows. “hey buddy,” he greeted your cat, waiting on the doorstep. the cat purred underneath his heavy hand scratching its head before kei called for you. you huffed, rolling your eyes as you sank further into the heap of comforter wrapping you, ignoring his tall frame by the tv.

“you still mad at me?”

“i’m sorry, you’re talking to me?” you sneered, eyes focused on the flashing tv.

kei didn’t give up, sighing as he hung his bag and coat, before sitting in the small space between the table and the sofa, right in front of you. with his height, it obstructed your view forcing you to look down on him. the bag rustled as he pulled the box of dessert out, a small smile hung on the corner of his lips, “i’m sorry.” he sounded sincere, and the box of shortcake was tempting but you shook your head, scooting away from him to the end of the sofa.

he had been doing this for weeks, a simple shortcake and his pretty dumb face might had work before but you had enough.

“you could’ve been more understanding of me, you know,” kei sounded hurt, settling the dessert on the table. you bit on your nails, busied your mouth from spitting whatever bubbling angrily in your chest, he stood up, feet pitter pattered on the wooden floor as he walked to the kitchen. he was tired, he was starving and he was just ready to drag you to bed to pin you down in his arms, spooning you till saturday morning comes.

but there was nothing in the kitchen, nothing in the pans, under one of the food covers or the oven, nothing for him to eat. his stomach made pain noises from lack of food; his last meal was from lunch where he only had the cold sandwiches from the vending machine because you didn’t pack him lunch.

“are we getting take outs? should i call that place that opens late?” kei asked, walking out of the kitchen looking for the phone.

“i’ve eaten,” you said flatly.

“oh,” kei nodded, placing the phone down, “is there anything left for me. should i heat it up for us? we can share.”

he was trying so hard, despite losing a sliver of patience with you pushing him away with your nonchalant answers. kei was even willing to share his portion despite the burning pain in his belly. rolling his sleeves and undoing a couple few buttons, it was a sight you couldn’t stop yourself from ogling on. you pulled the comforter away from your face, his heart softened at the sight of your upset face. he could see the little hue of colour underneath your eyes and bridge of nose from crying. but all the sympathy he had, it all went away when you opened your mouth.

“i told you i already ate. i didn’t know if you were coming home or not, so i didn’t cook for you,” you closed the tv, finishing the last sip of your wine before gathering the comforter to retreat to the spare room.

“what made you think i wasn’t coming home?” his hand slammed on the wall, blocking your path to the hallway. gritting your teeth, you glanced at the blonde, long gone was that soft wrinkles at the corner of his eyes, it was just pure annoyance etched on his face. “i’m sorry, i should’ve not projected my anger on you like this. i did make something for you in the fridge let me heat it up and let’s talk like an adult,” was what you should’ve said but instead you’re stubborn. kei dated you because of your independence and your stubborn attitude. it’s the reason why your relationship has been going steady from college until now. but your stubbornness is finally gonna bite you in the ass as you snapped on your boyfriend.

“i don’t know, kei. my schedule is pretty busy, it is getting hard to accommodate you in my life. maybe you aren't that busy, you would've sort it yourself.”

his golden eyes widened

you were seeing stars when your body fell rough on the sofa. you didn’t had time to adjust to what was happening as kei climbed on you. he was kissing you, and you could feel his anger in every swipe of his tongue. your hand pressing against his chest, trying to push him off, you were out of breath but he pressed down on you further. “k-kei,” you whined, managed to break free of his kiss as he found solace in the crook of your neck, sucking and biting on your skin until it broke and tasted blood in his mouth. “shut up,” he hissed, clamping harder on your neck.

the fact that you moaned, riled him up further.

“you know,” he grunted, yanking on the white shirt off his sticky body, “i work so hard for you, for us. i would love for once that you would’ve given me some respect.” your mouth hung loose at how easy he ripped a long strip of cloth out of the shirt, the remainder scattered on the floor. you didn’t fight when he gathered your wrists together, lacing the cloth around your wrist neatly. it was tight, the knot eating on your skin as you tried to yank it apart. “don’t,” he warned, still straddling your body down as his fingers slipped underneath the elastic band of your shorts until he found your clit; throbbing and slick underneath his palm.

“look at you, soaking wet after just a kiss.” your breath hitched as he wrapped his fingers around the column of your neck, you couldn’t help the sudden gush you felt as he tightened the grip, “or do you get off on getting me angry, little girl?” he hissed, looking down at you through the narrowed slits. you wished you weren’t so reactive, but kei knew you so well as he flicked your clit rougher. his name echoed the small space as he continued to grind his pad down your clit. you hate the restriction around your wrists, it burned the more you tug it apart and you want him to stop, you think, because it’s embarrassing how close you are to cumming.

“kei, s-slow down,” you croaked, tensing up.

“did i tell you to open your mouth?”

the hand around your neck left to give your cheek a light, stinging slap. it only made your hip buck against his palm. you know what he’s thinking, you know how pathetic you look right now and with another slap to your face was all it took to make you come undone. you felt like burying your face in the sofa, panting like a bitch on heat as kei continued to rub you through the orgasm until your body limped underneath him. “did you just cum?” he chuckled, slapping his long palm along your sopping mess, “you’re making a whole fucking mess on my hand.” you were a flushing mess, eyes shut tight unable to string out even an apology out as he hoisted you up on his laps.

“look at me,” his breath fanned your skin, gripping tightly on your face. you shook your head, lips jutting slightly into a small pout. you’re too embarrassed to even look at him, not after all the things you yelled at him and how easily you caved in to his touch. your ego’s bruised. “no?” he cooed, your head shaking left to right as you pressed your hands to his chest. “you seemed to have a lot to say to me earlier huh? why don’t you say that to my face?” his voice softer than before, but you’re not that stupid. you know all of his façade.

“n-no,” you wanted to be firm, but the shakiness of your voice could only make the blonde smile. he kissed you again, gentler this time, hands on the side of your face. “you sure?” his hands slowly crept underneath your shirt, tracing his cold fingertips along your warm skin. he loves the way your body tensed up underneath his touch, your eyes twitching but still refusing to open up. “fine, if you want to be this stubborn, go ahead,” his lips pressed against your cheek, tracing along your jaw to your ear, brushing against the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine, “keep your eyes close, but if you open it just a sliver, i’ll stop, i don’t care if you’re even so close to cumming,” he nipped the skin behind your ear softly, “i’ll stop. got it?”

“okay.”

“good girl,” he smirked against your skin.

he started slowly, undressing your lower half. it was satisfying to see the stringy mess pooling on your underwear, his favourite underwear. he knew just where to slip it, right between your puffy red lips. you could taste yourself through the material, something so lewd you didn’t think kei was into.

depraved of all your senses drove you insane, body shuddering from the littlest touch he gave you. his tongue didn’t stop worshipping your skin, lapping beads of sweat from your collarbone down to the valley of your breasts. frustration crinkled your eyes every time his tongue missed your nipples. your whines muffled through the cloth, jerking your chest forward against his tongue but kei held you down with his tight grip.

“don’t be greedy, you’ll get whatever i give to you,” his lips latched just inch from your aching bud, suckling on the skin until he tasted iron on his tongue. he repeated it more until your chest were fully marked by him but no attention given to what you really want.

fine, he won. you want to beg, you want to please, you want him to give more attention to you. you want to plead with your eyes, batting slowly until he gives you what you want, but kei is serious with his threat most of the time, you don’t want to piss him off. not after the whole tantrum you pulled. that’s why he was taking it slow, chipping your ego slowly until you’re exactly where he wants; babbling mess on his cock.

“you know the talk we had,” he asked, hands gently caressing your thighs, feeling the muscle tensing underneath his palm, spreading your legs further, “about where we see ourselves in 5 years years ago, how i told you i want to settle down with you, i want to see you swell with my child, it would just us perfect little family,” he knew what he was doing was sly, with you grinding against his cock, all he could think about breeding his little stubborn girlfriend.

“5 years from then is next year, i was thinking we could start early. s’many benefit, i could have flexible time, you don’t have to worry about me coming home late. i could be here taking care of you. i just can’t stop thinking about how big your breast would be, you think you’ll let me put a baby in you?” he cooed, you could see the pouty lips that came with his little request. he pulled out the soaked panties and you gasped, desperately gulping air with drools down the side of your face.

“come on, baby,” he kissed your dry lips, caressing your cheeks gently, hips grinding against your bare crotch, “all you have to do is say yes, and i’ll do all the works. you just have to make all those pretty noises for me while i feel you up okay?”

“yes, kei.”

“yes, what?” he smiled, fingers twirling on the end of your loose hair.

you opened your eyes, screw his stupid rules as it bored deep into his lustful eyes, you nodded again, “please put a baby in me.” his own breath hitched as you rested your palm on his bare chest, “i want to have your baby,” you repeat yourself firmly, no hesitation. with your comforter sprawled on the floor, it provided you a temporary comfort as he laid you down. he was quick to undress himself and you found your legs folded up to your chest as he towered over you, rubbing his cock slowly along your drenched slit.

with every stroke his tip caught deliciously on your puffy clit, eliciting more moans from you. he could only the whites of your eyes as his tip found your entrance, slowly slipping in and stretching your muscle to accommodate his length deep in you, clenching him deep. wet lips grazing your calf he grunted, pushing deep until he felt the resistance of your cervix against his tip. “f-fuck, how could you still be this tight,” he whined, ploughing deep in you. the sound of his thighs slamming against the back of yours echoed the room as he picked up his speed.

you were sucking him in, clenching on length only making him thrusts harder sending your back arching in pleasure. pushing your hands upward, he told you to stay still, bunching the shirt upward where your breasts could bounce freely. god you look pretty tied up like this, drools down your chin as you take his cock in well.

your fingers clawed on the sheet underneath, anchoring yourself as you couldn’t stop moaning. every little ah and pleas went straight to his cock and kei’s delirious. maybe it’s the hunger, maybe it’s you begging for baby in your belly, he couldn’t decide on the catalyst to his demise.

he just wants to fill you up.

he pulled your waist, pinning you down closer. blood rushing to your skin where his grip is too tight, you know they’ll be bruises. kei’s into that. he has no shame in marking what belongs to him. he loves visiting you in your office where he could see the bruises peeping from your collars or when you wear the sheer pantyhose in an attempt to hide his hickeys along your thighs. if you hide the one on your thighs, he’ll make sure to return you to the office with a new one on your neck, you couldn’t hide behind layers of clothes all the time.

there’s no reason with tsukishima kei when he said so.

which is why he enjoys your little tantrum. he enjoys putting you back in your place because your stubbornness is nothing to him. if you want to act like a brat, he’ll treat you like one. you can’t expect to be treated like a princess if you can’t even act like one. but today, you just caught him on his wrong side and for that you’ll be his perfect breeding brat.

“slowly, please, ah, kei!” you whined, feeling the new angle ripping you wider. your grip to the comforter was whitening, chest out of breath with every thrust knocking air out of your lung. his hand grabbed one of your breasts, finally rolling your neglected nubs between his rough fingers sending jolts of pleasure coursing through your veins. with another found itself home between your legs, rubbing on your sensitive clit, you couldn’t stand anymore.

“you wanna come again?” he cooed, planting a kiss on your inner thigh, chuckling as you nodded desperately, “nu’uh,” he slowed down, clicking his tongue to your horror, “where’s your manner?”

“please, kei, wanna cum, please,” you cried, jerking your hips upward to meet him halfway.

“beg like you mean it, y/n. you put more enthusiasm in screaming at me, i want to see the same energy,” he sneered, slapping lightly on your clit. your body jolted in pleasure, strangled moans came out of your throat, you weren’t sure what you were babbling about. but through your glassy, lidded eyes, you found his cold eyes matching his sneer that only made your face warmed up. you were a flushing mess, unsure from the humiliation or the sheer need to be fucked till tomorrow but you begged and begged.

“you sure said the prettiest thing when you’re desperate huh, baby.”

his thumb brushed against your trembling lips, you welcomed it on your tongue, sucking slowly eliciting a soft fuck from the blonde. he picked up his pace, with you mewling and sucking on his digit until you snapped, teeth clenching down on his fingers as your orgasm hit you. it broke the skin, beads of blood trickled through. “that feels good?” you nodded, head thrown back, riding through your orgasm as he continued to power through. with every thrust he could see his girth cover in white, glistening in your fluid. pussy still squelching and gushing echoing the small space.

“s’good, you’re such a good girl, i could fill you up for hours,” he pushed down further, face buried in the crooks of your neck as his hips snapped faster. the way he was just mewling and grunting deeply just went straight down your spine. his breath tickling, tongue tracing up until it slipped between your lips. his kiss was sloppy and needy, tongues massaging against another. you swallowed each other’s moans. you hooked your arms around his neck, whining down the aching in your arms.

“s’tired,” you pouted.

“so tired huh?” he chuckled, nuzzling his nose against yours, “i’m sorry, princess but i’m not done yet, nu’uh, no yet,” he rested his forehead against your sweaty head, eyes drooping in pleasure as he pushed deeper, “m’gonna fill you up, baby, so so close.” his fingers buried deep in your hair, gently tugging it as his thrusts became sloppier. your nails buried in the nape of his head, lips tracing along his sharp jaw.

“baby,” kei whined, brows knitted in pleasure as your lips latched right on his sweet spot underneath his jaw, “fu-fuck fuck, baby i want to cum in you. i want to fill you up so badly.”

it didn’t take long for the knot tensing in his belly to snap.

with your wall tensing up, tightening along his sensitive girth providing him a challenge to thrust forward, it was a couple more thrusts until he was shooting ropes after ropes of his thick warm seed deep in your cunt. he clutched desperately on you, heaving against your flushed ear, praises didn’t stop coming from his lips as he jerked slowly into you.

his nose brushed gently against your sweaty cheek, gently kissing you nudging you awake. kei didn’t dare to move out, leaving his dick buried deep inside you as he struggled to catch a breath. until he was sure he had emptied everything deep in your womb, he’s not budging.

“baby, hey,” he cooed, brushing hairs away from your face. your eyes fluttering opened, drowsy glinting in your eyes. you stayed there for awhile, until he was sure everything is nestled deep in you before pulling out.

kei took care of you, pressed close against his bare sweaty skin. he undid the makeshift knot around your wrist, apologizing heavily as he peppered your marked skin with his kisses. “no, i’m sorry. listen, kei, i should’ve been better and understanding,” you clenched your jaws worriedly, tracing patterns along his arms. he shook his head, pressing his lips on top of your head, wrapping his arms tightly around your body.

“you’ve done so much, i should’ve been better to you. i promise i’ll be better. i’ll make time for you,” kei brought your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles gently. a small smile dangled on the corner of his lips, a smile that sent shivers down your spine as he said the next sentences. you didn't miss the seriousness and excitement in his face, kei is serious with his words.

“especially if i’m going put a baby in you. you better not be sick of me being all over you.”

a promise he will keep, sealed with a kiss on your lips.

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