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[loveanddeepsecrets]

Domestic + Intimate Headcanons Pt. III

Hey so, I lied! I had every intention of leaving this as a two part series, but now it might just be an annual thing. Quite a few bullet points from pt. I & II are now canon, so I’m manifesting atp✨ 📿🔮🕯️✨

Note: It’s been nearly 9 months a year! I can’t be brief about these men. I had a lot to say so skip to your mains if you must. I also don’t play the New Home feature, so some of these might be “canon”. As always, these are just my opinions!

Part. I, Part. II

⤠Tags: MDNI, %0.01 angst, fluff, afab!reader, but mostly gn, Zayne, Xavier, Sylus, Rafayel, Caleb x reader

⤠ Word count: 2.5k (mostly proofread)

Zayne

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✧ The embodiment of the “Dads Who Did Not Want Pets” subreddit

✧ The tip of his ears always have a tinge of red when you call him “Zaynie”

✧ Scrapbooking after your first anniversary. The collection of picture frames overcrowding his desk was his sign to start

✧ Was really flustered when you first started peppering his face with kisses. But now he expects them before bed/or when he arrives home and gets fussy if you haven’t done it in a while

✧ Over a long period of time, he’s become the one to say "Five more minuets..." Even with a full 8 hours it’s nearly impossible to free yourself from his embrace

✧ Covers your head with blankets before turning on the bathroom light to get ready for work

✧ Your fav cafe/teashop awarded him customer of the year. The custom milk tea he always gets you is a new limited time item. They let him name the drink and it’s y/n 🥹

Note: Just a hunch, but I get the feeling he’d hate black licorice

✧ Though he doesn’t prioritize fashion, you often help him pick an outfit. Mainly for colour matching or the choosing between ties, vests, jackets, etc. He can dress himself but likes your input. Plus, he likes bragging about you if he gets a compliment "Thank you. My girlfriend picked it out for me."

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✧ I did say I’m manifesting right? Though he’s officially the quietest ot5, with a lot of praise and encouragement, especially if you’re doming, he'll blossom into a groaner and a slight whiner if we’re lucky

✧ Don’t send him no dirty texts or pics if you’re not ready to be damn near tackled onto the bed as soon as he gets home!

✧ C*ck ring + thumb

✧ Piggybacking from the Secret's Kiss and Steamy Proximity cards: 100% he's answered work calls mid thrust. He sounds completely unfazed on the other end of the call. If anything he might lie and say they caught him in the middle of a quick run, but little do they know his hips are snapping against you while his free hand covers your mouth

✧ I have a hard time truly envisioning the type of eater he is bc I know once I do, I'll be lightheaded. You know how when he goes in for a genuine kiss it's never just one? A man starved is an understatement

✧ Middle and ring finger kinda guy. No, I will not elaborate

✧ Human air pulse vibrator and always telling you how sweet you taste

✧ Actually, this man is always telling how good the coochie is period

✧ Let's be uncomfortably honest, your moans aren't cute or sexy when you're with him for very long. His knowledge of anaotomy + precison and accuracy + all your tics committed to memory?! You sound like you're in a zombie movie I'm so sorry

✧ Infold hasn’t really progressed anywhere after the Kitty Butler banner in lieu of the foot fetish speculations. To elaborate from pt I, I think there’s an allure for stockings, similar to lace and lingerie

✧ I don’t think we’re at foot job levels yet, but it’s something seemingly innocent yet tantalising. Think teasingly playing footsie under the table. Gentle taps on his shin to then slowly dragging your foot up his leg and stopping at his crotch. He’ll glare at you from across the table, pay for dinner early, and hurriedly carry you out the restaurant

✧ Home movies on webcam (never his work laptop!) It’s almost always in the cowgirl position, and he makes a point to hold your hips still and peer over your shoulder to watch his essence slowly drip out of you on the monitor. Every vein in his body pulses at the sight of your combined climax

Xavier

SFW

✧ Dinosaur nerd. Has about a dozen different books in his collection

✧ Can beat the world record (and many world records for that matter) for solving the Rubik’s cube but doesn’t care for the notoriety to actually go through with it

✧ Probably a menace playing games like Magic: The Gathering or Dungeons & Dragons. Would definitely use his past experiences to his advantage (plus he’s a pretty good actor)

✧ Though you’ve caught onto his antics, he’ll still try and 😟 🥺 👉👈 his way out of ANYTHING

✧ Came up with a code word for anytime either of you want to leave a social event early

✧ Volunteers his hands for your finger knit/crochet projects

✧ Your colleagues always fight over him to join their team on trivia nights at the bar/pub after work

✧ Space museum/planetarium dates. Except he’s your personal tour guide, recounting all the discoveries and memories he made on each planet

✧ Was finally able to get another name approved by Minor Celestial Object Committee and named the new star he discovered after you of course

✧ Secretly composes music. When he’s confident in his work, he’ll play a number of songs and have you rank them. Your favourite ends up being what you walk down the aisle to

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✧ Mutual masturbation

✧ Before you were exclusive, there’s 98% chance he literally had his ear to the ground listening to you alone or with someone else

✧ Always surveying buildings to find the perfect spot for quickies

✧ I was wrong. He’s NOT mostly quiet; he’s a whiny, whimpering, demanding mess!

✧ This short-tempered freak only seems to calm down when you get on top of him

✧ Though he likes watching you solo, it’s still on his terms. He's directing every pose, hand movement, sound, and speed til you're close and he inevitably takes over

✧ Alternates between flat and fluttery laps. No, I will not elaborate

✧ Sticks his fingers in your mouth despite how desperate he is to taste the aftermath of his handy work

✧ Pie, pie, pie!

✧ Angry sex is never just one round, it always turns into passionate makeup sex. Each round more vulnruable than the next until you're finally gentle and tantric with one another

✧ Since he’s into punishments, this annoying little shit always uses the vibe on the lowest setting and turns it all the way up with no warning

✧ ^ When you bought the rabbit as a joke to tease him? Bad idea. You literally had to crawl out of it for him to stop

Sylus

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✧ “Accidentally” rolls on top of you when it’s time to get up for work

✧ Scenic routes on horseback with a picnic in a valley of roses

✧ Go-karting

✧ Games like Drawful with you, Luke, and Kieran always turn into a yelling match

✧ 10+ minute long voice notes that’s just made up stories to fall asleep to on the nights he can’t FaceTime

✧ Laughed for about 10 minutes straight when he found out you were jealous of one of the cats he was fostering. Usually you’re the favourite human amongst the colony of strays you feed, but the one cat you brought in to nurse back to health chose him (You never hear the end of it)

✧ Surprised you to Broadway tickets…to see Cats…and he hated it 😭

✧ He’ll never admit it, but he’s truly touched whenever he’s gifted flowers

✧ Usually lingers outside the bathroom door whenever you shower to hear you sing

✧ Bc of your conflicting schedules he sometimes brings you breakfast on his way back from work. You enjoy your meal together before you head out and he gets ready for bed

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✧ Finsub tendencies — specifically when you buy date night outfits and lingerie

✧ Mirror sex

✧ To take it a step further, as good as I think is at backshots, he’s less inclined to do it if he can’t see your face. Your reaction to what he’s doing is what keeps him going

✧ I was wrong, he’s a grunter, groaner AND a moaner 😩🙌🏾

✧ Extended foreplay. As in he’s doing little things all day to have the coochie marinating for hours. Suggestive texts, whispering his desires in your ear when you finally meet, and always “accidentally” bumping into each other has you soaked before he even touches you

✧ Rolls his r’s. No, I will not elaborate

✧ Clit spanking

✧ Makes you beg

✧ (I’m annoyed Grasped Dominion confirmed this before I could finish this post, but) Sub! Sylus half of the time is so annoying and petulant. Saying things like "Have you started yet?" or "That's it?" only to chuckle at you once you’re more aggressive with him

✧ Insatiable endurance. Typically doesn’t finish until you finish

✧ I hate how this sounds in the simplest terms, but I think to the only way to tame him is to ride him. 1) he likes when you initiate intimacy, 2) he likes it when you’re greedy with him, and 3) he loves seeing you in pure ecstasy

Play-by-play: Pin him down. Mount, grind and kiss him while moaning in his mouth. He’ll do just about anything you say after that. Boss him around. Your pleasure is his at the end of the day, so don’t move how they do in films, keep him still and use him. He’ll melt into the couch. Praise him when you’re close up until you’ve reached your peak (<-- it’s one of the few times he'll finish before you)

Rafayel

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✧ Hates theme parks like SeaWorld for obvious reasons

✧ Annual trips to Verona (he’s a wine snob)

✧ Chaste kisses on your shoulder when hugging you from behind

✧ Disappointed and mortified when he first learned what paintball actually was

✧ A bit of a heckler, so he often rents movies/books private screenings at the cinema so you can talk throughout the show

✧ Sketches your tattoo ideas

✧ Butterfly Kisses

✧ Hosted a special exhibit of all his works inspired by you

✧ Nighttime gondola ride with a serenade. Despite the irony of his sea sickness, he had a school of fish “row” the boat instead of a gondolier (prefers the privacy)

✧ From this twitter post, he’s definitely the best bf to go shopping for makeup bc of his artistic eye. And based on the replies, unpopular opinion: he wouldn’t mind holding the basket and hand swatches. He loves colour? You’re his favourite canvas so choosing the right shades and pigments for you is a mutual win-win

✧ When consoling you, he’s not keen on forcing any other emotion out of you, but that doesn’t stop him from trying to make you laugh/smile

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✧ Helps landscape cute & fun shapes

✧ Flavoured lube

✧ Long & veiny

✧ Oddly tends to rub your feet when you sit on his face

✧ Long drawn out moans (when nuzzled between your legs) that only get louder when you do

✧ Guitar strumming without the pick. No, I will not elaborate

✧ Praise is a must when he’s receiving, but when he’s giving? 😳 He’s very descriptive. Always telling you how pretty you look

✧ SMUG. Figured out your body responds the most to his voice and now he never shuts up. He’ll whine and say just about anything to bring you over the edge

✧ ^ Phone sex has been routine on long distance trips ever since

✧ Hide your toys. Otherwise he’ll turn you into a sprinkler

✧ If we’re brutally honest, with him you’re a human sprinkler anyway anyhow

✧ Dom leaning switch and it’s been shown pretty consistently for 2 years now. We know he’s manipulative. He’s aware of how he presents himself. If we’re to look even deeper into it: he has a history of his people being captured, restrained and experimented on. He’s also a sea GOD. Subconsciously (or maybe it's on purpose!) his dominance is a reclaimation of power dynamics. 85-ish% of the time when he’s submissive, it’s to catch you off guard

✧ Controversial take: Sub!Rafayel is actually a very good boy. Of course he's gonna mess with you, he's deeply unserious. But his devotion??? When that carries over into the bedroom, it brings on a whole new meaning to being taken care of

Note: Even more controversial take: the sassy submissive switch that’s often associated with him aligns more with Sylus 🤐🚶‍♀️‍➡️🚪

Caleb

SFW

✧ Origami bouquets with love notes inside each flower :)

✧ Slightly superstitious. It was relentless when he was a kid, but he’s since then outgrown it (for the most part)

✧ Really good at catching things in his mouth. You almost got kicked out of a cafe for being disruptive

✧ Custom bootleg tees with your name and face on it. I think all of them would be thrilled to have one, but Caleb would be the quickest and proudest to wear it in public. Like it’s no contest

✧ Always looking up + testing recipes of unique foods from films you wanted to try when you were kids

✧ Temporarily banned from a haunted house for instinctively tackling an actor when they jumped out in front of you

✧ He’ll let you swatch things on his hand at the makeup counter, but alternatively to Rafayel, he’s filling his notes app with the exact product + shade names of everything you pick up and put back. And I mean everything unless you explicitly say you don’t like it

✧ Turns into an energetic puppy when it’s time to wake you up. He’ll blast music or make up his own songs while trying to pull you out of bed. If that doesn’t work, Colonel Caleb clocks in

✧ Speaking of which, he’s THEE best/worst personal trainer. He won’t go easy on you and is absolutely the kind of trainer to stay on the same number counting reps if your form’s off “one…two…three…three…three —straighten out that back pips!”

✧ King of the holidays. Allow me to rant for a bit about this one: I gotta give it to him, he’d be the best LI to be around in any holiday season.

His yearning for nostalgia 🤝 traditionalist habits = magic in the air every year. He doesnt necessarily care about cooking or decorating during this time, it’s more so about doing it for festivities sake. Process > Outcome

Note: If I were MC, I’d imagine being with Caleb feels like Christmas/Lunar New Year/or any major holiday where people go back home.

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✧ Slutty thirst trap pics

✧ Unbelievably rock solid when he sees you in his uniform — he's lasting like 8+ rounds

✧ Arguably the biggest breeding kink out of everyone. Like, his dick twitches looking at it

✧ Eats you out till you cry

✧ Something abt him makes me think he’d spit in your mouth idk

✧ Twerks on it 😭 NO, I will NOT elaborate 😭😭😭

✧ Though gloves are canon, he’s also got those textured/ribbed ones (that one bokeplads vid if you know you know)

✧ Slow but precise pumps; a power move to get you to beg

✧ Pitiful in the submissive

✧ Impressive stamina, but usually falters quickly when you call him a "good boy"

✧ For slightly selfish reasons, he hopes you favour his human hand over the prosthetic one. Feeling how desperately you need him, progressively getting wetter and squeezing around his fingers is unmatched. There’s a small but present insecurity around it which makes him work harder with his real hand

✧ Expanding further about his control issues in pt ii: He's shown an incredible amount of restraint and has clearly waited forever to touch you. Orgasm denials for him are slightly sadistic and moreover obsessive. So many times he’s fantasized about the way you look and sound under him when you're about to come; he’s stopping and starting till the exact vision from his fantasies come to life

ꨄ︎ A/N: If you made it all the way through you’re my fav 🤍 Infold did their big one in 2025 with the fluffy content so, it was considerably harder to come up with fluff. Especially for Sylus. Magnum Opus is still top 5 fluffiest Sylus cards, like what do you write after that 🥀

And I feel like I dropped the ball on Rafayel this time. I’m so sorry to the little fishie mermaid brides 🥺 I promise to make it up to you

⤠ Dividers by bbyg4rlhelps & cafekitsune (hashtags)

[athenas-rose]

hiiiii can i get a strawberry cake with chocolate ganache and rainbow sprinkles as well as some shiny pearls? i love your work so much, have a good day/night! <3

Keep Calm & Kiss

Steve Harrington x fem!reader 600 words

Fluff + Established relationship + First kiss + Cuddling

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A quiet night shared together turns into a first kiss worth waiting for, and an even sweeter cuddle with Steve afterwards

The couch dipped beneath Steve’s weight as he practically collapsed beside you with a dramatic groan. “You know.” He sighed, stretching an arm around the back of the couch. “Being this handsome is exhausting.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to stifle a smile. “Whatever you say, Steve.” The two of you had been dating for more than a week now, everything still felt new, that honeymoon phase everyone talked about hit you hard. Between slow movie nights, phone calls that went on for hours, and stealing every spare moment you could together, you were quickly falling into the rhythm of being Steve’s girlfriend.

Yet somehow, you still hadn’t kissed. Not because either of you were opposed to the idea, quite the opposite. The tension between you was almost painful, every time Steve leaned in, someone interrupted, whenever you thought it might happen, the moment slipped away.

You were taught that a first kiss should happen naturally, and here you were, tonight it was just the two of you. There was no Dustin to walk in, no Robin to steal the attention, only a terrible comedy playing quietly in the background as Steve’s shoulder pressed against yours.

You felt Steve glance down at you, then twice more. “What?” You finally asked.

His lips twitched. “Nothing,” he shrugged.

You turned towards him, and his expression had lost its usual teasing edge, smile softening as his eyes stayed on you. “I like this.” Steve muttered.

You blinked. “The movie?” The words came out confusingly.

“No, this.” He gestured between the two of you, your heart immediately betrayed you, and Steve couldn’t help but notice as he always did.

His grin returned for half a second. “Adorable.” He stated at the blush climbing up your neck. “You got all nervous.” He laughed sweetly.

“Steve.” His thumb brushed over your knuckles beneath the blanket, the simple movement made your stomach flutter.

Neither of you spoke for a moment, just focused on each other while the movie continued to play unnoticed. You saw the way his eyes kept dropping to your lips, wide that made him seem nervous for once.

It was almost unbelievable, Steve was nervous. “You know,” he said once again. “I’ve imagined our first kiss a lot.”

Was this his way of flirting with you? You nearly choked, trying to keep calm. “A lot?” Your brows jumped.

“A completely normal amount.” Steve lied, you covered your face at his response.

He was looking at you with so much affection it made your heart ache. “You don’t have to be nervous, sweetheart.” He said gently. “I’ve waited this long, I can wait longer.”

Something about that made you break, the sincerity behind his tone, the patience, how he always made sure you were comfortable.

Slowly, you inched closer almost an undetectable amount, though he stopped talking instantly. “You sure?” Steve asked for the last time.

You nodded, and he didn’t try wasting anymore time, Steve only lifted a hand to your cheek, thumb brushing the skin softly. Then he kissed you.

It was gentle and sweet, a little hesitating at first to give you the chance to pull away, but you only kissed him back, trying not to smile against his lips.

He pulled away after what felt like hours, though only a mere minute. His arms wrapped around your waist, forehead dropping down against yours. “That was definitely worth the wait.”

Then he pecked your lips again, one on your temple, and one on your cheek. “Steve.” You laughed. “You’ve become very jumpy all of a sudden.”

He stared you in the eye. “I’ve just kissed my girlfriend, I’m very happy.” You couldn’t argue against that logic.

Sometime later, the two of you were tangled again under the blanket, refusing to let each other go. “I love this too.” Steve whispered, breaking the silence.

You tilted your head, but didn’t move off his chest. “The cuddling?”

“The cuddling.” He confirmed, giving you a squeeze. An embarrassing smile spread across your face.

“And I love you too, Steve.” You muttered.

“I love you more, baby.” But you already knew that, by the way he breathed you in like oxygen.

[honeyshiddendesire]

Pet Name Headcanon List

Portgas D. Ace x female reader- Babe

Warnings: Ace being an annoying puppy lol, pussy drunk for sure, back shots to pronebone, sloppy/drooling Ace

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One thing about Ace is he's gonna babe the hell outta ya. All day, every day no matter the situation or the mood he's in.

"Morning babe."

"Hey babe, want some breakfast?"

"Babe wow! Just wow! You look great babe."

"But babe~ I thought we were gonna cuddle~"

"What the hell babe you could've gotten yourself killed I was worried. Please babe don't do that again."

"I love you babe."

But your favorite of all is when his voice drops lower and more drawn out as he fucks into your sloppy, dripping wet cunt from behind. "Uh fuuuck- babe you feel so goood~." His voice was like silk wrapping over your body as he slams his hips into your backside. Heavy balls swinging to smack into your clit causing you to gasp into the pillows.

"Ah! A-Ace! Yes! Right there baby-" You encourage loudly as you try and look back at him, brows knit together tightly and mouth hanging open. Ace practically loses it when he sees your wrecked expression staring back at him, his equally as ruined. Freckled cheeks red to his ears, lip bitten raw from him trying to keep in his sounds but you felt too good for him to conceal it all. "Nngh babe~" Ace would whine as his brows would furrow even more, eyes pleading you for something that you weren't sure of.

"Babe- hah nngh fuck- babe you're pussy is -oh shit- it's squeezing me so tight! Fuck you feel- sooooo good babe."

Like he was a broken record as his hips pounded into your sticky, noisy cunt. "Babe- babe- oh my God babe." Eyes rolling back as he throws his head back unable to meet your gaze or he might explode. "Fuuuuck- babe you can't- ah- you can't look at me like that." Ace groans practically begging. "Please - please babe I can't take it." Drool was slipping from his mouth, his mind short circuiting from the vice grip you had on his cock.

"Ace- Ace baby, come here." Your choked out voice calls to him and he only whines as he goes to glue himself to your back. Strong arms coming to wrap around your shoulders, caging you in tightly. Spit slicked lips kissing along your cheek to your jaw. Messy, so messy as he kissed you all over. Cock thrusting in deeper at the angle as he forced you into the mattress.

So whiny as he spoke brokenly in your ear, "Babe~ babe you're killing me." You would laugh if his cock wasn't smacking the air out of your lungs. So so deep, the plump tip kissing your g-spot every time, making love to your pussy as if to further show his gratitude.

"Babe please- please I wanna feel your pretty pussy cum on my cock. Fuck I need it so bad babe. You have no idea." Ace breaths out as he nips your ear before planting a sloppy kissing on your neck. Nipping and licking the skin. His body was like a furnace setting you ablaze till you were shaking. His cock like a spear that mashed your pussy till your belly wound tight. "ACE!" Your orgasm rocked you to your core, you weren't even expecting it as white exploded in your vision blinding you in pleasure.

"Yes! Oh my God- yes! Fuck yes yes yes - oh babe that's it- " Ace rambles away in a shaky breath as his powerful slamming hips stutter. "That's it- that's it- that's it! Oh babe- babe fuck there we go- Fuuuuck- I'ma cum so hard babe! Shhhhhit - fuck me!" His cum was like lava as it flooded into your pussy making you whine as he thrust harder and deeper to keep all his seed inside.

When Ace finally rolls off of you he has heart eyes and a dopey grin. Both of your chests heaving for air and all Ace can say is- "Fuck babe I love you so much. You have no idea."

You love and roll your eyes as you curl into his side to playfully reply. "Trust me babe, I think I know."

[spaceyboo]

I'd be very happy if we have a jealous sex with adult trio hxh 🥰😋

[SEPERATE] chrollo x reader, hisoka x reader, illumi x reader

content warning 18+: teasing, rough s3x, oral (fem), overstimulation, doggy, standing s3x, manhandling, d3gradation, creampie, fing3ring, hair pulling, possessiveness

word count: 2k

author's note: long time no see guys!! school has been kicking my ass and i apologize for the wait anon😓, hope you enjoy :))

๋࣭ ⭑ chrollo

your body jolted forward with the sheer force of his thrust, a gasp catching in your throat as your fingers curled tight into the sheets. the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, raw and unrelenting. chrollo gripped your hips tighter, fingers digging into the soft flesh, pulling you back onto him again with a roughness that spoke louder than anything he could say.

“you looked real friendly with him tonight,” he growled into your ear, voice low. his chest hovered over your back, breath hot against your neck.

“touching his arm like that, laughing at everything he said…” another brutal thrust rocked through you, making your body jerk forward again, stealing your breath and voice. “were you trying to get my attention?”

“i—i was just being nice,” you stammered, breathless and trembling, though it was hard to speak at all when he was fucking you so deep. his hand suddenly tangled into your hair, “don’t lie to me, you think i don’t notice when you act like that?”

you whimpered again, helpless, your knees beginning to buckle under the force of his dominance and your own overwhelming sensation. “i swear, it didn’t mean anything…”

“didn’t mean anything?” he repeated with a sharp tsk, before slamming his hips forward in a punishing rhythm. each stroke hit deeper than the last, hitting that spot that made your eyes roll back. you clawed at the sheets, your thighs trembling. “he’s just my friend,” you gasped out, your voice cracked and shaky. “he’s nothing to me.”

“i saw the way he looked at you,” chrollo snarled, his pace never faltering. “he wanted you.” he shifted his angle, hips snapping forward with such precision that you screamed his name. “but he doesn’t get to touch you. he doesn’t get to see this. you belong to me.”

he drove into you harder, grinding his cock into you so deep it made your entire body quake. “you’re mine,” he hissed, his voice right at your ear now, dark with possessiveness.

he stilled for a moment, his cock throbbing inside you. his chest pressed fully to your back, keeping you pinned under the weight of him as his hand slid around your front, seeking out your clit with ease. “you feel that?” he whispered, breathless. “that’s mine. this body’s mine.”

he resumed his thrusts, slower now, but each one deliberate, each one grinding into you until you were a mess beneath him. his fingers circled your clit, soft at first, then faster as your walls began to flutter around him. your moans spilled out uncontrollably. “chrollo—please—gonna come—”

“then come for me,” he purred, lips brushing against your jaw as he kept the pressure on your clit. “show me who this pussy belongs to.” your body tightened, pleasure exploding in your core. you came hard around him, your vision blurring, back arching as you sobbed his name. “fuck—chrollo—”

he groaned into your neck, hips stuttering. “that’s it, baby. good girl,” he breathed. “milking my cock like you were made for it.” but he wasn’t done.

even as you shook with the aftermath of your orgasm, he pulled out just slightly before slamming back in again, chasing his own high now. you whimpered from the overstimulation, but it only made him groan louder, his voice rough. “you think anyone else could make you feel like this?” he rasped, nipping at your ear. “no one else knows this body like i do. no one else fucks you like i do.”

your eyes fluttered shut, lips parted as you tried to form a reply, but all you could do was whine for him, pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts even though your thighs trembled with exhaustion. his release came with a guttural moan, his cock pulsing deep inside you as he spilled into your trembling cunt. he held you tight to him, his hand still clutching your hip as he rode the aftershocks of his orgasm.

when he finally stilled, he didn’t pull out. he stayed buried inside, hand smoothing over your stomach as he exhaled.

“you don’t need anyone else’s attention,” he murmured against your skin. “you’ve got all of mine.”

๋࣭ ⭑ hisoka

you barely had time to react before you were pinned against the cool surface of the bathroom counter. hisoka’s body pressing against yours from behind, trapping you in place. his hands slid down your sides, slow and deliberate, as if savoring the feel of your body trembling beneath him.

“you’ve been spending so much time with him lately,” he purred, voice dangerously low.

“your little friend… what’s his name again?” he mocked, fingers lazily pushing your panties to the side like they were nothing but an afterthought. you opened your mouth to respond, confused, embarrassed, flushed with guilt you didn’t even understand, but his fingers slid lower, silencing you before a single word could form.

“mm-mm. don’t answer,” he cooed, lips brushing your neck now, letting his tongue flick against your skin. “i really don't care.” his tongue licked your heated skin just enough to make your knees buckle slightly. he chuckled darkly at your body’s reaction, his other hand pressing into the small of your back, forcing your hips to arch just the way he liked.

“look at that,” he whispered. “you’re already shaking.” you shivered, both from his touch and the humiliating flush creeping up your face. the mirror reflected everything, your parted lips, the way your eyes fluttered when his hand dipped between your thighs.

“you think he looks at you like this?” he murmured, slowly circling your clit with the pad of his finger, with eager gentleness. “think he imagines you moaning his name like you do mine?”

your legs trembled as your body reacted, a needy whimper escaping before you could stop it. he smiled at the sound, satisfied, possessive. “you were blushing when he complimented your outfit. was it for him?”

“n-no,” you managed, breath hitching.

“oh?” his tone turned mocking, playfully cruel. “then why are you soaking wet right now?” hisoka chuckled, sliding a finger inside you, teasingly slow, curling it just enough to make you jolt. “so sensitive,” he hummed, lips brushing your ear. “could it be… you like when i’m jealous?”

you couldn’t look at him in the mirror, your cheeks were burning too hot, your lashes damp from how hard they fluttered. your hands gripped the counter tighter, trying to ground yourself, but there was no escaping him.

“don’t hide that pretty face,” he murmured. “look at yourself. look how easily I make you fall apart.” he pulled back just enough to unbuckle his belt, letting the sound echo through the tiled room. the anticipation was brutal. you heard the faint rustle of fabric, felt the press of him against your bare skin. thick, hot, and unbearably slow. his hips pressed against yours, the bulge in his pants clear, undeniable. still, he didn’t rush. he liked watching you squirm, liked knowing how flustered you got with just his words, his presence, his calculated control.

he dragged the tip of his cock along your folds without entering, letting it rest against your entrance with a teasing kind of patience. your breath caught, your thighs clenched, and that only made him grin wider.

“so worked up already…” he purred, thumbing over your clit once more just to feel you twitch. “do you even know how wet you are right now?” he shifted behind you, lining himself up again, this time letting the head of his cock press inside, barely an inch, and stopping. you whined, your hips pushing back instinctively, but his hand gripped your waist tightly, holding you still.

“mm-mm. no rushing,” he whispered, “i want you to feel every inch.” slowly, he pushed in deeper, inch by inch forcing your walls to stretch around him. the thickness of him made your breath hitch, your eyes fluttering at the tight pressure. his other hand moved to your lower stomach, holding you still as he sank in deeper, dragging it out with agonizing control.

“look at yourself,” he murmured in your ear, watching your expression twist in the mirror. “see what a perfect fit you are for me?” you gasped when he bottomed out, your walls fluttering around him, still adjusting. hisoka stayed there for a moment, buried deep, hips flush to your ass. you could feel every pulse, every twitch of him inside you.

“there we go,” he groaned, the sound low and unrestrained in your ear. “tight little thing… always trying to take me all at once.” he pulled out slow, too slow and your body immediately ached from the emptiness. and then he slid back in, this time with a steady roll of his hips that forced you to feel every inch dragging along your sensitive walls. his movements were deep and intentional, not rough yet, but firm enough to make your legs tremble. his hand found your chin again, tilting your face back toward the mirror, eyes locked on yours.

“say my name,” he whispered, lips brushing your jaw. “say it loud enough for your little friend to hear, if he’s still downstairs.” the thought alone made your pussy clench tighter around him, made your voice falter, a moan breaking through instead of his name.

hisoka smiled like the devil he was. “oh, don’t be shy now. you weren’t shy when you were laughing with him earlier.” he began to move with more rhythm now, each stroke angled to hit deep, just enough to unravel you piece by piece. his cock dragged along your most sensitive spot again and again, slow, controlled, building you up until you were squirming under his grip.

“let’s see how sweet you sound for me,” he said, each word timed with a particularly deep thrust. you couldn’t look away. his eyes locked onto yours through the mirror, watching every flicker of pleasure that twisted your face. he made you watch every reaction, every twitch of your body as he pulled you apart.

when your orgasm hit, it slammed through you like a wave, loud and shaking, your body trembling as you came around him, gripping him so tight he hissed. he held you through it, his arm wrapped firm around your waist, his mouth on your neck as he licked the sweat from your skin with a satisfied hum. he stayed inside, his hips rocked gently, still slow, dragging out your aftershocks like he was savoring them.

“next time he wants to hang out…” hisoka said, pulling your hair back gently as he kissed your cheek, “you’ll remember exactly who you belong to.”

his thumb brushed your bottom lip, voice thick and low, “and if you don’t… well.” his grin was audible. “i’ll remind you again.”

๋࣭ ⭑ illumi

you didn’t expect him to show up.

you’d gone to a quiet bar in yorknew with a few hunters after a mission, something lowkey with some drinks and teasing banter with one of the newer hunters who had clearly taken a liking to you.

unbeknownst to you, illumi had been watching you from afar the whole time. because now, you were pinned to the wall of your hotel room by his tall, rigid frame. eyes black and empty like ink.

“you were laughing at his jokes,” he murmured against your ear. “touching his arm. you think i didn’t notice?” you shivered. not from fear, not entirely, but from how close he was. from the way his hands, cold and possessive, slipped under your shirt without asking.

“i wasn’t—” you tried to explain, breath catching as his fingers grazed over your nipple. “it wasn’t like that…”

“it was enough to make me… uncomfortable,” he whispered, tone flat but thick with intensity. “you’re mine. i don’t like sharing.” his lips trailed down your neck, slow and soft, just enough to make you whimper. his hands didn’t pause for permission as he pulled your shirt over your head, then stepped back to admire you, chest heaving.

“you look better like this… ruined by me.” he shoved you gently onto the bed, and you barely had time to settle before he was on top of you, his long fingers working on your waistband. his mouth pressed to your boobs then made his way down, kissing everywhere with precision, like he was marking a path only he was allowed to take.

“you let him touch you,” illumi muttered against your skin. “now i’ll remind you who you belong to.” you squirmed under him, your body reacting to every move like it had no choice. and he smiled. barely.

“you’re already dripping,” he said coldly, fingers sliding into your underwear. “from just this?” you nodded desperately, thighs instinctively spreading wider.

“pathetic,” he whispered, but the corner of his mouth twitched like he liked it. he pushed two fingers inside you without warning, and your back arched. illumi curled them perfectly, finding that spot that made your moans sharp and ragged.

“you don’t need anyone else,” he breathed near your ear. “i can make you forget everyone.” his pace grew faster, deeper, the sound of your cunt echoing between your bodies. your hands clawed at his arms. his cold, toned arms and he leaned down again, lips at your jaw.

“do you think he could make you feel like this?” he growled suddenly, fingers thrusting into you like punishment. “tell me.”

“n-no—ah—no one else,” you panted, eyes fluttering. “only you.”

illumi’s eyes gleamed. and then, without another word, he moved lower. you felt the shift in his body before you even registered what he was doing, his hands spreading your thighs with terrifying ease, like they were made to fit there. the chill of the room hit your pussy, making you tense and bite your lip, but illumi didn’t hesitate. his gaze flicked up your body, calm but burning, as he settled between your legs. he didn’t speak, he just leaned in.

the first stroke of his tongue was slow, so slow you nearly cried out from the build-up alone. he dragged it through your folds like he was learning you. like this wasn’t about pleasure, but possession. you whimpered, hips twitching toward his face, and illumi pinned them down immediately with one cold, firm hand.

“you’ll stay still,” he murmured against your core, voice flat yet commanding. “i want to take my time.” long licks turned into shorter, firmer ones. he focused on your clit now, soft flicks, then harder pressure that made your thighs tremble. his mouth latched, sucking slowly, rhythmically, until your legs started to shake under his hold.

you couldn’t even moan properly, just breathy, high-pitched gasps. his hair brushed against your thighs as his tongue worked you over with great precision. you reached for his hair, threading your fingers into it as you whimpered his name, earning a groan from him.

the sound vibrated against your clit, and your body jerked, pleasure spiraling fast and intense. “stay still,” illumi reminded, voice low, but this time it sounded breathless, like he was getting off on this too. like tasting you was as essential as breathing. he dipped his tongue into you, deep and slow like he needed to taste every part of you. then back up to your clit, tongue flattening and curling until your legs quaked and your voice broke.

“so sensitive…” he murmured against your swollen folds, “you were waiting for this, weren’t you?” you could only nod, barely holding on. his mouth latched again, sucking hard, and your hands gripped his hair tighter.

“say it,” he commanded, his voice a low growl between licks. “tell me you’re mine.”

“i-i’m yours,” you choked out, barely able to breathe. “only yours.” the pressure built, coiled tight in your gut, and your hips bucked again. this time, he let you. he wanted you to come and you did, hard.

your body arched, legs squeezing around his head as you cried out his name, hips rolling against his mouth. he didn’t stop. he didn’t even slow. he kept going until you were whimpering from overstimulation, gasping and twitching, trying to pull away. he spoke again in an emotionless and terrifyingly steady tone.

“i’m not done with you yet.”

[starminzoo]

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╰─▗ ▘➤𖥸 birthday head

꒰ risa's note ꒱ first svt fiction and that for our handsome, hardworking, charming, pouty and cute leader, happy birthday to my hubby <3

warnings: blowjob, dirty talk, not proof read

cheol had a very tiring day at the company today, there was a lot to discuss regarding the upcoming comeback, dance practices, recordings and all, running around the building all day drained cheol to the bone and the only thought running in his mind was to head back home, take a relaxing bath and sleep the night away the thought of his birthday had slipped his mind completely so when he came back home nearing midnight he saw how the lights of the apartment were dimmed out ,carrying a confused look on his face with a slight pout he headed straight for the bedroom opening the door he was greeted by you dressed up in his black button up (because he always loved you in his clothes) with a single middle button done and black lace panties with black stockings "oh I didn't head the door opening" you just smiled at him and went back to arranging the pillows, completely aware of the flustered cheol and his throbbing dick "baby you look ravishing but what's the occasion" he asked innocently while staring at you as you glared at him "are you playing with me or are you being for real" he just shrugged at your question so you sighed and opted to break the news to him "it's your birthday cheolie how can you forget it you dummy" you giggled as his expression changed from confusion to shock, you neared him and glided your hands up around his shoulders "oh yeah I totally forgot" you both giggled at his silliness.

his hands taking their respective place around your lower back as you glanced at the clock and just as it struck 12 you stood on your tippy toes to peck his lips softly while murmuring him 'happy birthday' he smiled at your soft gesture and cradled your face in his hands deepening the kiss to show you how thankful he was to you, as the seconds passed the kiss become more deep and intense both of your hands now roaming around feeling each other, as yours were around his shoulders pulling and combing his nape hairs his hands were playing with the ends of your (his) shirt, as his lips detached from yours to head down for your neck his hands also sneaked inside your shirt to mould your hips in his hands the plush skin soft and smooth against his big and rough hands, you had to pull yourself together as his small actions made your body tingle and hotter so you pushed him of you and turned his body around pushing him on your guys bed.

"come here baby" you denied his request for you to climb on his lap and instead you went down on all fours and crawled the small distance up to him, his breath hitched as your intentions became clear to him so he moved apart his legs giving you more space "can you be good birthday boy for me take of your pants for me baby" you asked him seductively as you glided your hands over his thighs, nodding a yes to your request he undid his pants and freed his dick from the confines of his boxers and pants, as he did his dick stood tall and proud with it's red tip coated with pre-cum, you smirked as you acknowledged your power over him.

you glanced up to him through your lashes as you took his tip in your mouth sucking on it like a popsicle, the view made him clench the sheets between his hands and a whimper leaving his mouth, you swirled your tongue tasting the saltiness, withdrawing your mouth from his tip now you laid kisses on his whole length, while your hands played with his balls "baby fuck please take me in, please baby" you couldn't say no to the birthday boy right? so you did what he asked but with a twist you braced yourself by placing your palms on his thighs and took all of him in one stroke till your nose hit his pubic bone, upon the sudden sensation cheol completely lost his mind as it was too good to have your warm mouth around him taking him in so well, he threw himself back on the bed arching his back as tears pricked his eyes his knuckles turning white over the death grip he had on the sheets.

without letting him recover from the sudden pleasure attack you started bobbing your head faster on his shaft, you now using both your hands to intensify the feeling making cheol a blabbering mess in your hands " " 'am close fuck don't stop fuck fuck" the only sounds that could heard were of crying and moaning from cheol and slurping sounds from you, his cries from the pleasure deepened the wet spot on your panties which had now glued up to your core completely drenched from your arousal, your jaw had started hurting but the beautiful noises your boyfriend was making was enough motivation to keep you going as, you increased your pace as you felt his dick twitch in your mouth, cheol's moaning became louder "cummin' cummin' mmh fuck fuck" you bobbed your head up and went down again his tip hitting the back of your throat as he let himself go, white ropes leaked down your throat as you helped him ride his high and when you're thought he was done you detached your mouth from his shaft, his legs quivering from the sensation, you swallowed his cum and went up to him sitting on his stomach.

the sight you saw was enough to tell you that you accomplished your plan of satisfying him, cheol's face was covered with tears, his lips beet red as he kept biting them to keep his moans at bay but failed miserably, his hands aimlessly spread out while still clutching the sheets "you were amazing cheol, but did you liked my present baby" staring at you with his tear stained eyes he nodded a 'yes' "rest now baby because we got the whole night ahead of us, and don't worry I will be taking a really good care of you baby" you assured him with a kiss to his lips.

happy birthday daddu-ya~

[snoopyzy]

Wishlist: you, you, and you!

Pairings: Isagi Yoichi X fem!reader, Rin Itoshi x fem!reader, Shidou Ryusei x fem!reader

Synopsis: Spending Christmas with your boyfriends

Isagi Yoichi

With Isagi, you two stayed at home most of the time, spending time with each other. You two decorated the Christmas tree together and baked some cookies. It got pretty messy, like how he was holding you on his shoulders to put the star up on the tree, and he stumbled, causing you two to fall down with giggles. And sure you two were covered in sugar and flour by the time you finished baking cookies, but it was fun and all worth it to spend time together. Aren't you two a couple of simple yet lovey love birds!

Rin Itoshi

With Rin, it was a bit challenging to get him to participate in this "time wasting activity" as he called it, but he'd do it for you, after all he loves and cares for you the most. You two went out together, doing a bit of window shopping and at times Rin would disappear for just a moment before returning. And you see when you get home, all the things you had been eyeing for a little longer than usual before, Rin had them all in a bag he hid away from you. He may not show it, but your his darling and his everything!

Shidou Ryusei

Shidou was excited to spend time with you, and what he likes about it now is that you spend it with him. He wants gifts, love and attention from you all day, and maybe getting to spoil you. With Shidou, nothing is calm and relaxing, well, most of the time. You two went out to go ice skating at a local rink. You got your skates rented and got on the ice. Just about 5 minutes of getting on the ice, Shidou, who was already a pro at this, grabbed your hand and started pulling you with him to race around the rink. Is he crazy? Yes. Do you love him? even more. He loves spending time with you more than anyone!

[fateskiss]

the most twisted curse of all

jujutsu kaisen— after you joined tokyo jujutsu high school, nanami has found himself struggling. his mind goes blank, his cheeks turn pink, and he freezes at the sight of you. nanami kento had found himself with the most twisted curse of all: love.

pairings: nanami x reader / slight satosugu & shokohime

cw: fluff, slight smut at end, mutual pining, geto doesn’t defect, haibara LIVES!!, emo hair nanami, timeskip at end, pov switches occasionally, lovesick nanami, bad writing, nanami is just down bad for you

for my fellow nanami lover: @pinkangelz ! enjoy🌷

credit dividers: @cafekitsune

“Y/nnnnnn, we’re going to the arcade! Gojo got his weekly allowance and his Granny sent him way more than she usually does, she probably thinks it’s his birthday or something, but he’s paying for all our food!” Haibara finished and slid open my door to my room, hurrying Shoko and I to join him along with the other boys who were waiting outside.

After slipping on my shoes, I make eye contact with Nanami: Who totally hates me.

After recently joining Tokyo high, I’ve become quick friends with everyone. Gojo and Geto never fail to make me laugh, Haibara can always cheer me up, Shoko just understands me without me even having to say anything, and Nanami..

I had fallen for Nanami at first sight. How couldn’t I? He was everything I had wanted in a guy.

It’s been two months since I joined, and I’ve yet to had a chance to talk to Nanami one-on-one. He only ever speaks to me in a group setting, and I’m worried I might’ve said or done something that upset him, because why else would he not want anything to do with me?!

Shoko wraps an arm around my shoulder as we walk, and I lean my head against hers and pout.

“Shokoooo” I whined, a pout forming on my face. Shoko had been the one I confided in, trusted with my secret about my feelings towards Nanami. Shoko smiled, “Y/n, I promise you he doesn’t hate you, he totally has the hots for you. He’s just got a stick up his ass and is too afraid to talk to you.”

I groaned. “He totally wants me to die and just transfer schools..” Shoko giggled and reminds me of how crazy I sound, and that I should try to have fun and not focus on him for now.

“Nanami when are you gonna actually say something to Y/n? She looks like a kicked puppy every-time you freeze up like a robot.” Gojo questioned, one arm propped up on Geto’s shoulder as they walked side by side together, with Haibara walking next to Nanami, who walks next to Gojo.

Nanami contemplated Gojo’s words. He made a good point, but it was hard to explain to someone whose personality was so different than his. Gojo doesn’t get scared, not of girls, (maybe because he’s attractive) but Nanami hasn’t seen him scared of anything. He always has a smile on his face and Geto next to him.

“Y/n is a beautiful girl, I don’t blame you Nanami for getting flustered. However I wonder how you’re gonna ask her out.” Geto added. Gojo smirks, “Y/n is a total babe, but she can’t compare to Waka Inoue!” Nanami rolls his eyes and Haibara nervously laughs, worried he might get glared at by Nanami for laughing at Gojo’s joke.

Haibara rubs a comforting hand on Nanami’s upper back, smiling at the blond male. “Nanami, I believe in you no matter what. I’m right here, best wingman ever at your service!”

A small smile washes onto Nanami’s face, “Thank you, Haibara. I appreciate that. I definitely will need your help.”

Gojo and Geto chime in, agreeing that they’ll offer to help as well. Nanami wishes they didn’t hear him.

At the arcade, I stand behind Nanami, trying to pretend I’m not ogling him and that I’m just watching him play air hockey with Geto. Currently Nanami had beaten Gojo and Shoko, but Haibara was next to see if he could destroy Nanami’s winning streak.

Gojo stands next to Nanami and his eyes dart to me before looking back at Nanami, and then a lightbulb goes off in his head. “Hey Y/n, what’s your type in a guy?”

Nanami freezes and Geto takes it as his chance to score a point, but messes up due to Shoko bumping into him accidentally.

I blink, my face turning pink as I glance at Nanami, who’s super focused and look back at Gojo. “Uhh.. I dunno.. give me an example.”

Gojo pretends to think and scratches his chin before he asks “What about tall.. handsome.. blond hair.. and maybe a cool eye color, not like mine, but…” Gojo takes a quick glance at Nanami’s eyes before continuing—“ hazel eye color?”

I think for a second, but the only thing that comes to my mind is Nanami, and before I can even think before speaking I blurt out “You’re just describing Nanami!”

Cheering comes from Geto and Shoko as Nanami had whipped his head around so fast and caused himself to lose the game, making Haibara whine about how he didn’t get a chance to play.

Gojo lets out a chuckle and pokes Nanami in the ribs, “Ooh Nanami you hear that? Y/n just called you handsome.”

My cheeks are burning hot, and I stutter as I explain that wait, I was just— it’s not—

But Nanami can’t even hear anything anymore, the only thing he’s processed is the fact that you called him handsome, and he thinks he must be in heaven.

The next day in class, Geto decides to help Nanami in gaining courage and confidence to ask you out. Nanami figures Geto might be more helpful, but he forgets that while Geto is Gojo’s other half, he’s more annoying than Gojo himself.

Nanami is sitting in class staring at you when all of a sudden Geto gets up and walks up to you, interrupting Shoko’s conversation with you.

“Y/n, we should go out sometime and get lunch together downtown. We would be such a cute couple, right?” Geto interjects. The classroom goes silent as they wait for your response.

I stare in disbelief. I make eye contact with Shoko, wondering if I woke up in some alternate universe where Geto just asked me out. Except I can’t tell if he’s joking or not. I deadpan, and look Geto up and down and look at Gojo to see if he’s serious or not, but Gojo just looks dumb as ever so that’s not really helpful—

“Uh. No thanks, Geto. I don’t like guys with long hair, we can totally be friends though.”

Haibara beams and shakes Nanami by the shoulders, as Nanami’s eyes widen and internally he praises every high being that blessed him that this moment is happening, but Gojo pokes Nanami on the shoulder and whispers “You need to get rid of those bangs eventually though, they’re almost like Suguru’s”.

Immediately Nanami freezes and wants to die. Haibara has to catch Nanami before he face-plants on the desk.

I’m walking next to Shoko and Geto as he and I talk about the last mission we went on together, when we overhear Gojo, Haibara, and Nanami’s conversation.

“He needs to cut his hair! He can barely see through his bangs, he has to part his hair to the side. What happens when he’s on a mission and his hair gets in his face?! He’s gonna die!” Gojo exclaims, and Nanami pinches his nose in irritation at how loudly Gojo is speaking.

“He looks fine! He shouldn’t have to change himself, plus, it’s the style! He has to keep his hair, what if he looks ugly?! No offense, Nanami—“

“What are you guys going on about? Nanami’s changing his hair?” Shoko interrupts, as the three stop their arguing and look up at us. I make eye contact with Nanami and I smile at him, before he looks away with flushed cheeks. Weird. It isn’t even summer yet..?

“He’s thinking about getting a new hairstyle before we graduate, but I don’t think he should!”

“And I totally think he should! Come on Haibara, you’re gonna make him fumble!” Gojo whined.

I look at Nanami and see annoyance all over his face, and I feel bad, deciding to add a neutral opinion to help him.

“I think Nanami would look handsome either way! Personally, I dont care how his hair looks. I think whatever he likes and feels confident in the most will be the best!” I added, smiling at Nanami.

Nanami feels his heart stop and restart. He thinks he just fell in love with you more.

Gojo groans at the corny love display, before showing a picture of a slicked back look that’s slightly messy.

“What if he did this?” I lean down to look at the image, back at Nanami, and then back at the image before picturing it. Fuck, he’d look super hot.. especially if he wore a business man suit, and he were to take off his tie and use it on me and—

I turn a bright red and stand right up, turning to walk away and avoiding eye contact with Nanami. I need to get ahold of myself!

Nanami notices my expression and turns to Geto, a serious look in his eye as he demands: “We’re doing it.” Haibara facepalms in the background.

On Sunday, on the way to do my laundry I turn the corner and I run into Nanami. I stumble, almost falling backwards before Nanami places a hand on the back of my waist and almost falling backwards before Nanami places a hand on the back of my waist in order to stable me, but his hold slips and I land on my ass. Great, I have to die now.

“Sorry Nanami! I didn’t see you there, I didn’t—- Oh my…” I trailed off as I look up and notice Nanami’s new haircut, and I swear flowers started blooming and music started playing as I looked at him. His blond hair has been trimmed, framing his face. His hair is nearly parted, and his bangs, much shorter now swoop on the side of his hair.

“Y/n.. are you alright? You’ve been staring at my face for quite some time now..”

Oh my god I need to control myself—

“Y-Yes! I’m totally fine, I was just noticing your hair.. it’s.. d-different!” I stutter, standing up and brush past him, hoping he doesn’t catch my flustered face or notice my nosebleed. I call Shoko as soon as I’m far enough, and I tell her how badly I need Nanami.

—-

Nanami stands, staring down the hallway you had just run down. Gojo comes up from behind with Haibara, as he places a hand on Nanami’s shoulder.

“I’m confused.. why did she run away?” Nanami murmurs, frowning. Gojo smirks, an evil idea coming to his head.

“Maybe you’re not strong enough like me? Y’know, since you totally couldn’t catch her and she busted her ass in front of you.” Gojo snickers, as Haibara notices a single dropped sock on the ground.

“Nanami, you should train to be super buff like superman, and then give her back her missing sock! She’ll definitely fall in love with you then!”

Gojo agrees, and the next weekend they go out to purchase protein shakes and food to help Nanami impress you. Gojo puts up a shirtless poster up on Nanami’s wall to encourage him, against Nanami’s arguments.

—

The following morning, you walk to Nanami’s room with Haibara and Utahime to see if she left her notebook behind before class starts. Nanami slides his door open and lets you all in. You cheer internally knowing you can use this time to see what Nanami’s room looks like. You look over, seeing the mirror on the wall (next to the poster) and you see Nanami in the reflection. Thinking, wow, even the back of his new hair is so sexy, you accidentally think aloud—

“Woah, who’s that hottie over there?” You point, and everyone looks at the poster instead of the mirror. Utahime groans, “Get a hold of yourself! It’s not even 8 in the morning!”

Nanami’s grits his teeth, and taps on Haibara signaling him to stay behind as Utahime and you leave the room, as you tell her you were just joking—

“I need to look better than that man. I need to look like superman. Even better, actually.” Nanami commands. Haibara laughs. “How are you going to be better than a guy who can literally fly and shoot lasers out of his eyes?”

“Watch me.”

-

Eventually everyone gets tired of Nanami freezing whenever you smile at him, and they all decide that it’s up to Haibara to get Nanami to confess.

-

A month later, I’m sitting outside with Gojo, Geto, and Shoko drinking soda’s as we talk about our plans for the upcoming holiday break. Shoko plans on asking Utahime out, saying “I’m not gonna chicken out anymore, the only thing scarier than her rejecting me is Gojo when he’s hungry.” We all laugh, and then the conversation shifts to me.

“Speaking of, Y/n, you need to confess already.” Shoko adds, making me yelp and punch her shoulder. “Shoko! You’re not supposed to say that in front of them!”

“It’s not like we didn’t know, it’s so obvious.” Geto interjects, making me groan in embarrassment. If everyone can tell, that must mean Nanami knows and he’s just been purposefully avoiding me. I slam my hands into my face and flop onto Shoko’s shoulder as she rubs my arms to console me.

Haibara and Nanami stand at the vending machines, as Haibara hypes Nanami to confess.

“Haibara, I can’t, I simply can’t even think straight around her.”

“Nanami! You’ve faced cursed scarier than this! What if you were to die tomorrow, would you wanna die without knowing if Y/n likes you back!?” Haibara insisted, shaking Nanami by the shoulders once again. Nanami grumbles, knowing his friend is right and decides to walk over to you and confess.

“Y/n.. a little certain someone is walking over here and looking right at you..” Shoko whispers, as I jolt upright and grab Gojo’s phone to look at myself in the camera and fix my hair.

“Because of your blabbermouth he probably heard us! He’s totally gonna tell me he hates me and thinks I’m such a freak!” I cry, before I fix my makeup and take a deep breath, putting on a smile as Nanami stands in front of me.

Never mind. I think I’d rather die than live in a world where she tells me she thinks I’m weird, and that she doesn’t feel the same way at all. Nanami’s confidence floated away the second he got closer to you and suddenly he stands in front of you, not saying anything.

Nanami bristles at the sight of you smiling up at him, the sunshine hitting your hair, making it flow a lighter shade, as the wind caresses your hair, and your eyelashes flutter with each blink. Your eyes staring deep into Nanami’s, making his cheeks warm up and forget what he was going to say.

Nanami stands there, staring at me. I nervously glance to Gojo and Shoko, who are rolling their eyes (because this isn’t the first time Nanami has been love struck by you)

“N-Nanami, are you okay? Did you want to say something?”

Nanami blinks, before shaking his head. “No, sorry, I didn’t want to say anything to you.” He stated, his bluntness slapping you in the face. I cringe, “Oh sorry, my bad.. uh.. did you want to sit here? I can leave—“

Haibara’s voice echoes in Nanami’s head: “Would you wanna die without knowing if Y/n likes you back?” Tied with the sad look on your face, Nanami’s doubts evaporate, and he decides to confess his feelings no matter the outcome. Nanami straightens his shoulders and clears his throat, and reaches for your hand and cups it with his.

“No, you don’t need to apologize, it is me who does. I apologize for my rudeness and boldness, my only excuse is the fact that…” Nanami locks eye contact with you, making sure his words get across correctly. “I think you are the most beautiful, intelligent, and strongest girl in the world. And because of this, my brain stops working and I can’t form a single coherent thought when I’m alone with you.”

Silence falls over everyone, as Haibara sits to the side along with Shoko, Geto and Gojo, as they all stare in shock at the fact that holy shit Nanami actually confessed, but the fact that he didn’t say anything incredibly stupid or embarrass himself.

My heart is racing at Nanami’s confession, and I feel my cheeks turn a bright red.

“I-I feel the same way..” I answer, as Nanamj sighs in relief and feels his heart grow three sizes. “Um.. let’s talk more maybe in private?” I giggle, noticing four pairs of eyes on us as they cheer. Nanami smiles and nods, following behind with a warm soft gaze on me as I hold his hand.

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“Congratulations Haibara!” Everyone cheers, clinking their glasses. I sit next to Kento, his hand resting on my thigh as we all take a sip of our drinks. We are celebrating his promotion to a Grade 1 Sorcerer, thanks to recommendations from Geto. Shoko and Utahime sit together, along with Gojo and Geto who wear matching teaching uniforms.

It’s been over two years since we have graduated, and we have all gone different ways. Utahime teaches at the Kyoto school, while Shoko is a doctor at Tokyo. I am a grade 1 sorcerer along with Haibara and Kento. Gojo and Geto teach at the school, and Yaga has been promoted to Principal after we graduated.

Kento has changed from his high school self, confidence oozing out of him from everywhere compared to years ago. He sits upright, his hair neatly styled, wearing a dark blue button up with navy slacks. A gold watch I gifted to him on our 3 year anniversary rests on his wrist, the cold metal tickling my thigh.

“Nanamin, you know you’ve gotten totally hotter ever since we graduated. You’re almost a whole new person.” Haibara marveled, as the others stare at the button on Kento’s shirt struggling to hold itself against Kento’s large pecs. Not that I’m looking either..

“Yeah Y/n, damn girl, you’re lucky as hell!” Gojo half jokes, feeling Geto poke Gojo’s side in annoyance. Haibara nods in agreement. Shoko and Utahime roll their eyes as they hold hands under the table.

I laugh, rubbing Kento’s arm as he lets out a mirthful chuckle. “Oh I know, he just keeps getting bigger and better.” I respond, trailing my eyes and hand down his figure, resting my hand on the his hand that rests on my thigh. Everyone lets out a laugh as there’s a crack in Kento’s stoic face, as his ears turn pink at my bold comment. Everyone notices as Kento pretends to wipe something off his face to hide his growing blush. He’s still his highschool-Nanami self at heart. I turn to ask Nanami for water so he can calm himself down, and he presses a kiss on my cheek as he gets out of the booth.

“He’s so down-bad for you, I bet he’d do anything for you, just like the old days.” Shoko jests, as Gojo giggles. I shake my head, blushing my cheeks in denial. “Nuh uh..”

“We can totally prove it, just ask him for a kiss when he comes back.” Geto retorts, and I blush at the thought of Kento kissing me in public, knowing he prefers to be polite to others and only kiss me on the cheek. But on the lips?! He’s definitely say no.. right?

When Kento returns with a cup of water, I sit on his lap and wrap an arm around his neck and give him the best puppy eyes. “Kento.. can I get a kiss?” I ask, and Kento looks down at me and a lustful gaze washes over his eyes, as he lets out a small smirk and nods. He can’t resist my lips at the moment, especially after my comment from earlier. Our lips touch, and before I can break away he continues it, his lips devouring mine as I let out a small gasp. His hands trace my body in my dress, as he pulls me on his lap further and holds my dress down so I don’t flash everyone watching. I’m panting and moaning quietly, opening my mouth to let our tongues dance around each other.

“Trigger warning please, I don’t think anyone wants to see this.” Utahime barks, slapping Kento’s hands that trail over my body. Shoko takes a long swig of her drink. Kento and I remember where we are, and break off the kiss a string of saliva coming off our lips. I’m panting and my eyes are glazed over and I’m literally ruined just from kissing him while Kento looks so composed, (Yet you know that look in his eyes says what he’s thinking. He’s going insane internally, and he was minutes away from taking you to the bathroom and finishing your make-out session.)

“I want to apologize for getting so carried away, I would say it’s because I’m slightly intoxicated, but that would be a lie, I’d act like this if Y/n asked for a kiss any other day.” Kento muses, as Shoko waves away his apology and says that Utahime isn’t used to such broad displays of public affection. The subject changes as Kento and Utahime converse, but in the back, Gojo, Geto and Haibara have red faces and are busy shifting and adjusting their pants, suddenly feeling tight. They’re wanting to see more of this Kento and see if he really is bigger and better.

[love--bites]

ꨄ︎ Embracing Pleasure ꨄ︎

Minors, do not interact! NSFW content ahead!

This short story is for @fatguarddog 's Feedist Kinktober! It features weight gain as a kink, rapid/magical wg, and fictional gods, so if that's not your jam, please disregard. Apologies for any error in advance. Enjoy! <3

Prompt: Heaven Sent

Lukas awoke with a start, his eyes snapping open as his body jolted into a sitting position. Although he couldn't remember what his dream had been exactly, he knew it had been a nightmare - one that featured a god he reverently worshipped, Lysander, the God of Love and Lust.

Wiping sweat from his brow, he let out a shaky exhale. Whatever the nightmare had been, it was enough to leave his heart racing and lungs nearly breathless. Although, he couldn't help but notice a twinge of excitement, a sense of adrenaline, that left his hands buzzing and his throat dry.

Brushing off the odd sense of excitement, Lukas shifted to the edge of his bed, standing and stretching with a soft sigh. He grabbed the candleholder on his nightstand and, striking a match against the nightstand's surface, lit the plan white candle atop it.

"It's about time you woke up. I was beginning to think you'd stay asleep forever."

Lukas nearly dropped the candle in his hands as he turned sharply on his heel, facing the direction of the mysterious voice. The candle dimly lit up the darkened space, enough to reveal a familiar face. The handsome face of his god.

With trembling hands, Lukas immediately fell to his knees and bowed his head. "Lysander, Master of the Heart," He adjusted his position into a reverent kneel, keeping his gaze on the ground out of respect, "To what do I owe the honor?" His voice was softer than usual, as if the power had been sucked out of it entirely in the presence of his god.

Lysander simply chuckled in response, sauntering confidently towards the mortal. He bent down, lifting Lukas's chin to meet his gaze. A mischievous smirk graced his perfect, full lips as he spoke, "It is I who am honored," His golden eyes studied Lukas's face eagerly, committing every detail to memory. "I've been watching you for a long time, Lukas. You're my most favored devotee."

Lukas's heart fluttered in his chest as his dark blue eyes met with the god's golden gaze. A million different thoughts and questions swirled in his mind, and for a moment, he was far too overwhelmed to speak. For years, he had dedicated his life to Lysander and the pursuit of Pleasure. The idea that he was his god's most favored worshipper was a dream come true, to say the least. Something was nagging at him, however. Despite Lukas's devotion, he hadn't adhered to all of Lysander's Principles of Pleasure.

Lysander's expression shifted into something slightly more sinister. As if reading Lukas's mind, the god keenly addressed the elephant in the room. "You haven't lived according to all of your pleasures, love." His voice took on an almost sickeningly sweet tone as he leaned his face in closer, his breath hot against Lukas's face. "Tonight, we're going to change that."

Lukas's cheeks flushed a dark red as Lysander's words fell sweetly on his ears. His eyes glanced down briefly as his slender body, knowing exactly what the god was referring to. "But the Temple Priest told me that I needed to stay thin to represent you-"

Without hesitation, Lysander held a finger to the man's lips, hushing him into silence. "The Temple Priest is fool. He does not speak for me." His expression darkened briefly as he spoke of the Priest, his words filling the air with a heavy tension, "Listen to me, not him." The god gently moved his hand to caressed Lukas's cheek, his smile softening. His gaze dripped with affection. "You've denied yourself for far too long. Let me indulge you. Let me indulge your wildest fantasies."

Lukas's cheeks darkened further, his mind conjuring images of being fattened by his own god - the divinity that he worshipped day and night. A visible shiver ran up his spine, his breath gradually becoming more shallow. "Surely, there are other worshippers more worthy of-"

Pulling Lukas roughly to his feet by his shoulders, Lysander stared down at the human with a sharp gaze. His voice was low and rumbling, somehow echoing in Lukas's ears but not the room itself. "Don't question me, Lukas. I have chosen you, and you only," Lysander's grip on Lukas's shoulders slid down to the man's waist, "Consider yourself blessed." He gently squeezed the man's hips, garnering a small squeak of surprise from Lukas.

Lukas simply nodded in response as his heart hammered against his ribs. He let out a shaky breath, doing his best to remain composed, despite the excited anticipation that coursed through him. "What do you wish for me to do, my God? I am at your service..."

The sound of Lysander's low, rumbling chuckle pierced through the tension in the air. With a soft smirk, the god moved his hands to Lukas's flat stomach. "I want you to give me a number between three hundred and one thousand." His hands snaked under Lukas's shirt, methodically trailing along the surface of the man's skin.

Swallowing hard, Lukas desperately tried to remain focused on his task. He was somewhat confused by the god's command, but fearing what the god would do if he questioned Lysander again, he decided to simply play along. "Uh, six hundred, i suppose?" His eyebrow quirked up.

The god's golden eyes widened briefly, an amused smirk playing on his lips. He laughed softly, gently pinching Lukas's thin belly. "Are you certain?" He tilted his head to the side slightly, his eyes glancing down at Lukas's stomach for a moment.

Still confused, Lukas nodded slowly. He felt a momentarily sense of worry, being uncertain of the god's intentions, but he trusted that Lysander wouldn't spring any major surprises on him...right?

An odd tingling sensation formed within Lukas's stomach as Lysander laughed - the sound almost malicious, but certainly mischievous. There was a strange sense of dread that briefly came over Lukas as the god continued running his hands across Lukas's tingling belly. But that dread was quickly replaced with a deep sense of arousal as he felt his stomach begin to push outward.

It was somewhat subtle at first, the man's stomach growing a thin layer of fat that pushed ever-so-slightly against the waistband of his pants, but as seconds turned into minutes, Lukas felt his clothes beginning to strain against his rapidly growing girth. Lysander's hand, meanwhile, trailed all across Lukas's body, squeezing at the man's slowly thickening thighs and cupping the man's ass cheeks tightly in his hands. Lukas couldn't help the soft moan that left his lips as Lysander tenderly squeezed every part of his gradually fattening body.

The sensation became overwhelming quickly. Lukas stumbled backwards from his newfound weight, losing his balance as he became heavier on all sides. With a gentle laugh, Lysander pushed Lukas back onto his bed, pinning the fattening man down with a rather devilish smirk for a god. "Isn't life so much better when your surrender to all of your pleasures?" His tone was almost taunting as he grabbed part of Lukas's ever-expanding flab, squeezing and kneading it in his hand.

Lukas's cheeks were beet red, his eyes somewhat glazed over from the pure euphoria that he felt. The warmth of arousal pooled within his crotch, and as Lysander had him pinned down, the god straddled him, lifting Lukas's overhang and resting it in his lap in order to do so.

Lukas's pants creaked and popped, several seams breaking loose from the strain of his fattening body, The button of the pants gave way first, flying off in an unseen direction. The zipper broke open, allowing Lukas a temporary sense of relief from the tightening clothes for a few seconds before his body quickly filled the empty space. His shirt buttons were next to go, popping off one-by-one as his belly filled with more and more fat. The mattress beneath the pair sunk down further and further with each minute that passed by, causing the wooden bedframe to creak and groan from the effort of supporting Lukas.

A twisted grin formed on the god's lips as he beheld Lukas's helplessly expanding form, watching with clear satisfaction as the man broke open the remaining seams of his clothes. "You're doing so well, Lukas. Not even an ounce of resistance from you this entire time." He sunk his hand into the man's plush flesh, relishing in the doughy fat that now encased Lukas's once-slender form,

Lukas moaned as he felt the god's hand sink into his flesh, his cheeks still a bright red as he continued expanding. Part of him briefly wondered if he'd ever stop growing, or if Lysander has planned to push his body far past the boundaries of what Lukas thought was possible. He panted from the heavy weight of him stomach pressing down on his diaphragm, but the feeling only added to the pleasurable feelings that filled his entire being.

After what felt like hours of the mind-numbing pleasure of Lukas's body being forced to expand far beyond its original limits, Lukas had finally stopped expanding, being left at a hefty weight of 650 pounds. He panted, his cheeks a dark crimson as Lysander lovingly kneaded his plush form and squeezed his love handles eagerly.

"If that Temple Priest could see you with me now, I wonder what he'd say," Lysander began, placing a gentle kiss on Lukas's soft belly. A visible chill ran through Lukas at the action, and the man kept his eyes fixed on Lysander as the god thoroughly massaged his stretch mark-covered tummy.

Lysander crawled his way on top of Lukas's massive stomach, leaning down to whisper into the man's ear. "Regardless of what people say, your body is absolutely divine like this. I wouldn't have you any other way." His hand caressed Lukas's rounded cheek, his touch almost reverent in its own way.

A small sense of pride filled Lukas's chest at the comment. He was Lysander's most favored devotee, and finally, he had embraced every one of his deepest sexual pleasures.

"For the rest of your mortal days, I'll spoil you rotten," Lysander's melodic voice pulled Lukas from his thoughts. The god trailed a series of worshipful kisses down the man's flabby neck, nipping at the sensitive skin occasionally.

"And should anyone dare to tell you that you are anything but worthy of my love, my adoration, as you are," Lysander pulled away, his golden eyes locking with Lukas's, "Then they'll be forced to pick a number themselves."

~ FIN ~

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A/N: My first official story on here, woo! It's about time lol. Thank you to Wrex for such an awesome list of prompts! I finally have an excuse to force myself to write lmao. Hope people enjoy this. ^^