。He always pays, no matter where you go. Whether it’s shopping, food, groceries or anything you could think of, he’ll pay.
。Bunny makes sure that you always cum first. You’re his priority in life and in bed. So, of course he spends hours between your thighs, without even thinking of his own orgasm.
。Bunny is open to any number of children you want! 0? perfectly fine with him. 10? he’ll start working on it right now. If he could, he’d let you get him pregnant
Mikage Reo :
。He buys you a new designer bag every week. It’s just a little something he likes to do for you.
。Reo regularly books vacations, sometimes for you two, sometimes just for you. He does this because “you’re so stressed by work”. He finds it completely stupid that you work, since he’s very much rich enough to make you a housewife. But as the independent woman you are, you want your own money.
。He writes you love letters every day and pins them at the fridge, before he heads out to work. Sometimes they’re compliments, sometimes declarations of affection, sometimes flirty notes.
Alexis Ness :
。Alexis is on his knees for you. So he showers you with kisses, compliments and hugs every day.
。He would never disrespect you in any way; he won’t grope you at random moments in a dirty way, he’d never compliment you, just to get his dick wet and he would never make you uncomfortable on purpose in any other way.
。Alexis doesn’t go out if you’re not with him. It doesn’t matter if girls are there or not, he simply has no interest in going partying or anything alike, if you’re not with him.
Barō Shōei :
。Literally never lets you touch a sponge, a mop or the vacuum cleaner ever. He cooks, cleans, does the laundry, takes care of you when you’re sick and still finds a way to work. When you said that you should split the housework, he almost had a mental breakdown, since he thought he had done something wrong.
。Barou always holds every door open for you. He’s such a gentleman around you, treating you like literal Royalty.
。He gives you daily massages. And not only a quick one with low-effort, no no. He does the whole thing; music, oils and an air purifier, to make sure you can relax and enjoy this specific love language of his.
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summary: how long they last during no nut november?
pairing: m. bachira, r. itoshi, s. barou, s. nagi, r. shidou & m. kaiser (separately) x gn!reader
cw: MDNI, nsfw, established relationship, sexual abstinence, all characters are 18+
part 1 you're here! | part 2 | reqs open!
⛧ — bachira: 30 whole days! (wow)
phew. let me tell you, that man would be a walking, talking, twitching bundle of pent-up energy, like a horny little demon trapped in a human suit. he'd treat NNN like some twisted game, bouncing off the walls, whispering sweet, filthy nothings in your ear just to test his own damn limits. you'd catch him staring at you, eyes wide and a little unhinged, muttering, "just one more day, just one more day, and then i'm gonna eat you alive." he'd be squirming, darling, squirming in his seat, trying to distract himself with god knows what, but every touch, every look, every breath you take would be torture. when december 1st finally hit, you wouldn't even have time to blink. he'd be on you like a starved beast, all frantic hands and desperate kisses, tearing at your clothes, gasping, "i thought of you every single night, sweets, now you're mine, all mine." you'd be lucky to walk straight for a week, seriously.
⛧ — rin: winner!
well... you know it, babe. that man is pure, unadulterated stubbornness wrapped in a hot, broody package. he'd be seething, absolutely livid with how badly he wants you, and how much he can't have you. every time you innocently brushed past him, or leaned in for a hug, his jaw would clench so hard you'd think it'd shatter. he wouldn't say much, but his eyes would be screaming, "don't you dare touch me, you fucking tease, or i'll lose my goddamn mind." he'd probably take out his frustration on some poor inanimate object, or just train until he collapses, just to burn off some of that intense, sexual energy. but he'd win, oh he'd win, purely out of spite. and when that clock struck midnight on december 1st? sweetie, prepare for a biblical flood. he'd pin you down, a savage glint in his eyes, whispering, "you have no idea how long i've waited for this," before he absolutely annihilates you. and you'd love every bruising, desperate second of it.
⛧ — barou: 30 days! (ofc king's a winner)
thirty days, easy peasy for the king? you're damn right. that man lives and breathes self-control. NNN wouldn't even be a blip on his radar, just another challenge to conquer with his iron will. he'd see you waltzing around, looking all delectable, and just give you a dismissive smirk, like, "nah. my discipline is far superior." he'd be silently judging every other man who broke, scoffing to himself, "weaklings." he'd suffer, sure, but it would be a dignified, internal suffering, a quiet battle he was already destined to win. he'd look at himself in the mirror on november 30th, a triumphant glint in his eyes, and just think, "i am him. undefeated." no dramatic meltdown on december 1st for barou, just a calm, assured reclaiming of what's his with a deep, possessive growl and a "finally. get over here, princess." no fuss, just pure, unadulterated domination.
⛧ — nagi: barely a day
and that's pretty generous, actually. he'd probably wake up, stretch, look at you with those half-lidded eyes, and just... reach for you, completely forgetting NNN was even a thing. you'd have to remind him mid-thrust, "mmmnh, nagi, what about NNN?" and he'd just blink, maybe give a little hum, and then, with a completely unbothered shrug, finish what he started. after, he'd just roll over, pull you closer, and murmur, "oh. right. whatever. can we play games now?" totally unfazed, totally unbothered by his "failure." he just doesn't give a fuck, bless him. he's probably already forgotten about it by the time you've finished wiping yourself off.
⛧ — shidou: not even an hour (lmfao)
that man is a walking, breathing, screaming orgasm waiting to happen. you'd just mention NNN, and he'd already be halfway there, eyes gleaming with chaotic mischief. "no nut? what the fuck is that, princess? sounds boring as hell!" he'd grab you by the hips, pull you against him, and just start grinding, laughing that wild, unhinged laugh of his. he'd be begging, teasing, practically insisting you break him within minutes. "come on, baby, y'know you want to! let's get freaky! rules are for losers, and we're fuckin' winners!" (how ironic) he'd be a glorious, spectacular failure, climaxing with a triumphant roar, completely unashamed. he'd be absolutely allergic to any form of abstinence, and honestly? you wouldn't have him any other way.
⛧ — kaiser: the winner!
kaiser would be a winner purely because his ego simply cannot fathom losing. you'd see him pacing, running a hand through his hair, a vein throbbing in his temple. he'd be muttering to himself, "i am stronger than this. i am. i am." he'd probably avoid you like the plague, not because he doesn't want you, but because he knows one look, one touch, and his carefully constructed facade of control would shatter. he'd be a mess internally, every nerve ending screaming, but he'd put on that arrogant smirk for the world. he'd scoff at anyone else who failed, all while secretly clenching his fists under the table. when december 1st finally rolls around, he wouldn't even need to say anything. he'd just grab your face, pull you into a searing kiss, and growl, "you're mine now, schatz. you have no idea what i went through for this so now i'm gonna fuck. your. brains. out. ja?" he'd make sure you knew exactly how much he suffered, just so he could win, and then proceed to make you scream his name until you're hoarse. because he never loses.
part 2 coming today! (or maybe tmrrw idk yet) love y'all, take care <3
barou had you folded up in full nelson, legs pinned back by his beefy forearms, head thrown back against his shoulder as his powerful hips bucked into you.
gosh, he was huge. the way his cock split you open so right, reaching spots you didn’t even know existed, his tip fucking your cervix with each upward motion. it was too much, and it had been going on for hours.
drool seeped down your chin, mascara ruined and tears running down your cheeks. “shooo’..” you whined, a small broken thing. “no more..’s too much..”
but barou didn’t listen, only grunted and redoubled his efforts into moving your organs around. “shit baby, you want me to stop? when you’re just so fuckin’—tight?” he panted in-betwen thrusts, pressing down on your lower belly where the imprint of his cock deep in your womb was blooming.
“nah, you’re so small and so—” he thrusted particularly hard, eliciting a keening whine from your throat. “breakable. it drives me crazy.” he finished, breath hot against your ear.
he reached a hand down to rub tight circles on your puffy clit, rolling the bud between his thick digits. “keep squeezin’ me like that, and i’ll cum all inside ya’.” barou smirked, all toothy.
“oh, please cum—cum inside of me, please!” you cried out so sweetly it sent shivers running down barou’s spine. “fuck, you want that huh? want me to fill this tiny tummy up?” he whispered in your ear.
you nodded fast, your head almost flying off it’s hinges. barou didn’t hold back then, folding you up further, pounding into your messy cunt.
every thrust made your tummy bulge, your mouth falling open into a silent scream. it didn’t take long for barou to fill you up, cum flooding your insides, some of it leaking around his pistoning cock.
your lower belly bulged with the amount of seed he pumped into you, your whole body shook with the intensity. “oh fuck—sho’..” you rasped out, throat raw from screaming so much.
“i’m not done yet.” barou stated, voice dark. his hands already fumbling to move you into a new position.
a/n: barou fics r so rare im glad i could contribute
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synopsis: bllk boys finding out you work at a maid cafe
based on this request!
cast: hugo, bunny, aiku, barou, karasu, yukimiya
fem!reader, crack smau,slightly (?) aiku and maybe karasu, established relationship
part I
Vivian Hugo
Bunny Iglesias
Oliver Aiku
Shoei Barou
Tabito Karasu
Kenyu Yukimiya
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a/n: hi hello i am back to upload smaus comfortably. europe was so so cool. i got back two days ago, but i will be uploading some pt.2s and requests expeditiously. requests will be closed until i catch up! ^_^
a/n: i have no idea how old his sisters are, but happy birthday king!!! 🥰
ac goes to offkichizaemon
synopsis: where he sees you getting along with his two little sisters super well and it's got him considering kids with you… (aged up! AU)
barou always claimed he wasn't good with kids. they were loud, messy, and asked too many questions. the only exception was his two younger sisters, who, according to him, were "different."
so one saturday, when you came over for the afternoon while his parents ran errands, he didn't think much of it at all.
the second the front door opened, his sisters flew past him.
"nii-chan's girlfriend!"
they wrapped themselves around your legs before you could even take your shoes off. you laughed, crouching to hug them back, asking how school had been and complimenting the ribbons in their hair. barou stood behind you with a quiet huff.
"they've been talking about you all week," he admitted.
the rest of the afternoon quickly stopped being about the two of you.
his sisters wanted you to braid their hair, read stories, color with them, and help decorate cookies. somehow, you happily agreed to everything. barou expected you to get tired eventually, but you never did. you listened to every dramatic story, praised every crooked drawing, and even let the younger one fill your hair with glittery butterfly clips.
"don't say anything," you warned when you caught him staring.
"... wasn't planning to." he absolutely had been.
later, the four of you baked cookies together. barou handled the recipe while you helped his sisters crack eggs and stir batter, gently stopping one of them from sneaking a spoonful of raw mixture. when frosting somehow ended up on your cheek instead, you simply laughed as his little sister dissolved into giggles.
"you know she just made a mess," barou muttered.
"i know."
"you're smiling."
"because she's cute."
he looked at his sister, who now had frosting on her nose. "yeah… she is.”
afterward, the girls insisted on building a blanket fort. barou complained the entire time, but still found himself holding blankets while you directed construction like it was the most important project in the world.
once it was finished, everyone crawled inside. one sister rested against your shoulder while the other curled up in your lap, absentmindedly playing with your fingers as you read another story.
barou sat across from you in silence. you fit there so naturally. his sisters looked completely comfortable around you, and somehow... so did you. the thought slipped into his mind before he could stop it.
our kids would probably be like this.
he blinked. where the hell had that come from?
he tried ignoring it, but it only grew louder. he imagined little footsteps running through the house, tiny voices calling for you, children with your smile and his stubbornness. the image settled somewhere deep in his chest before he could push it away.
his older sister suddenly looked up. "nii-chan."
"what."
"you're making the face dad makes when he looks at mom."
“...”
“...”
"okay, i'm going outside now."
you found him a few minutes later in the backyard, handing him a glass of lemonade.
"they sent me to check on you," you said with a smile.
the two of you stood together in comfortable silence before you nudged his shoulder.
"what's on your mind?"
"nothing."
"sho."
he sighed. "you looked happy."
"i am happy."
"with them."
your smile softened. "they're easy to love."
the words escaped before he could think them through.
"you'd be a good mom, you know."
that definitely short-circuited your brain big time. his ears immediately burned.
"forget i said that."
instead of laughing, you simply looked at him with that gentle expression he loved so much.
"have you been thinking about the future?"
he looked away. "... maybe."
you reached for his hand, lacing your fingers together. "i have, too."
his eyes met yours.
"if it was with you," you whispered, "i think i'd really like that future."
his heart stumbled. "... dammit."
"what?"
"... now i'm actually thinking about it."
you laughed softly before leaning against his shoulder. then the back door suddenly burst open.
"EWWW!" both sisters pointed at the two of you. "they're being all mushy!"
barou sighed dramatically. "i'm an only child."
you laughed so hard you had to wipe tears from your eyes, and despite all his grumbling, he never let go of your hand.
for the first time, the future he'd imagined wasn't filled with trophies or victories. it was filled with laughter, a noisy home, and the family the two of you might one day build together.
including: shidou ryusei, barou shouhei and itoshi sae
a/n: the reader threatens to use their free will.
ᡣ𐭩shidou
your eyes narrow in on the unsuspecting victim walking to the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist as he happily hums to himself. you on the other hand were "watching" something on your phone.
the perfect conditions for you to pull your bullshit pranks. you know what they say, a scare a day keeps the doctor away, or however that saying goes. the door closes behind him, music already blaring from his phone.
now, if you harboured any bit of decorum and compassion, you would have stayed seated on your shared bed, waiting for him to crush you to sleep (cuddle) but luckily you didn't. you stood up from your warm blankets and tiptoed to the bathroom door, holding in giggles.
you wait for the shower to begin running, just waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. and just as shidou reaches the highest note of the song he was currently belting to, you had switched off the light in the bathroom.
much like his singing, shidou screeches in utter fear, you hear the doors to both the glass shower door and the bathroom open. and out comes a tan unfinished mango running into the bedroom where he slips and slides across the marble floor.
you clutch your stomach cackling at shidou. "oh my god, you should have seen the...the way you flew." you wease.
"what have i done to deserve this?" shidou turns to face you, a small pout forming on his lips.
"nothing." you say wiping your tears.
ᡣ𐭩barou
you are a lot of things but being petty was surely one of them. while shopping you came a cross an item that was sure to bring amusement out of you and irritated from barou. why? because he threw away your two year eyeshadow palette that had supposedly "rotten."
indeed it was complete and utter madness!
there he sat on the white plush l-shaped couch. now, if you had lived alone you wouldn't even dare to pick such a risky colour but luckily the man you lived with was a clean-freak.
you walk to the couch, holding a "wet" canvas. "i'm finally done working on this piece, I think the colours came out pretty well." you say to your boyfriend, holding it in front of his face like you painted the mona lisa.
"i like it just don't get the paint on the co—"
barou's eyes watches the canvas fall in slow motion, he lifts his hand to try and catch it but gravity worked faster than his reaction skills, the painting fell right onto his plush couch
"..."
barou's eyes dilated as the silence stretched, his mind flipping through archives of knowledge on how to remove stains. he was done for.
unable to remain remorseful, you burst out laughing, his head snapping to you in shock, but unfortunately he was too stunned to speak.
"don't worry, it's washable ink, im not that cruel." you say giggling, a hand ruffling his gel free hair.
"tch."
ᡣ𐭩sae
sae, a man known for his accuracy on the field, his monk-like discipline. sae was a very particular man, especially about sleeping with an eye mask. maybe to others it would be insignificant, not essential for optimal alertness, but to him it meant everything. he couldn't go anywhere with them in his bag.
the man had an impressive collection ranging from silk, egyptian cotton and cashmere sleeping eye masks. yet, the one that he held dear was the one you got him as one of your birthday gifts.
you snuggle in bed pretending to sleep, when he rummages through your shared bedside tables for it, he stands in the middle of the room hands on his hips as he recounts what distracted him so much to the point of treating his gift so carelessly.
unbeknownst to him you hid his favourite one in your pyjama pocket. "what's taking you so long to switch off the lights and get to bed?" you sit up feigning a groggy demeanor.
"i lost it."
"what?"
"the eye mask."
"okay? just use your other ones."
"no, i need this one, i have an important game this week." he frowns, running a hand though his hair, his adorable bangs were down untainted by that godforsaken gel.
"which one was it, the black one?"
"yes, have you seen it?"
"oh, well... i kinda used it to squash a spider." you laugh awkwardly. it was very rare to pull expressions out of sae, if you did it was always subtle. but today, he was bewildered, beguiled, perplexed by your words.
"...you what?" he responds, his eyebrows practically touching his hair line. before he knew it all he heard was uncontrolled laughter, laughter he associated with the many tiktok pranks you pull on him. you wave the eyemask in front of him, your giggles pulling a small smirk out of him
"only you could say something as ridiculous as that." he mutters, switching off the lights, wearing his eye mask and sleeping like the princess he was.
a/n: i lowkey want to make a part two with hugo, kaiser and hiori
