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heroesfan101 · 7 months

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Love & Lore's: Autumn Sweater Event

5 + 1 (The 5 times you borrow Miyuki Kazuya’s hoodie and the 1 time he borrows yours)

A/N: Hi y'all! Super excited to post this fic for @love-and-lore and their Autumn collab event. When the theme was announced as sweaters, this idea immediately came to mind. Hoodies count as sweaters right 😅 Please note this does include a female reader and pet names (babe, sweetheart).

Word Count: 2.4k

1. Running late to work

Monday. Most people’s least favorite day of the week. Weekends came and went faster than expected. And while Kazuya tried to get you to prep for the upcoming week during the weekend, you preferred spending your time with him and indulging in your hobbies.

It is also noted that he tried to get you to break the habit of leaving your jackets on the back of your dining room chairs. Both, however, were a moot point but soon would cause your downfall.

“Shoot I’m going to be late!” You curse under your breath as you scurry around the apartment in an effort to get your belongings together. Lunch, check. Purse, check. What am I missing? My business jacket! I have a presentation today, can’t forget that.

Checking your watch, your eyes widen in shock. Crap I have to hurry or I’ll miss my train!

Without a second thought, you grab the jacket from the back of a chair before rushing out the door, not even having enough time to wake your boyfriend up with a kiss like usual. Folding it over your purse, you rush out of the house, determined to make your train on time.

Luckily, you board the train and get to work right in the knick of time, much to your delight. However, once you settle yourself, your phone buzzes twice and you look to see a message from Kazuya including a picture.

“Good morning. If you wanted to give me something to wear, we could have talked about it. Maybe I’m not the only one who needs glasses, think you got a little mixed up.” You bypass his sleepy morning smile and your heart drops as you see him holding up your blazer. Your eyes flash down to your purse and sure enough you took his navy blue hoodie. A deep sigh escapes your body as you text back.

“I’m sorry Kazuya. Seems you’ve proven your point on being prepared for the week ahead -_-" ” With a bit of embarrassment, you ask one of your peers to borrow their blazer for your presentation.

2. Grocery shopping

Milk. Eggs. Bread. Tofu. Salmon. One by one, Kazuya and you start loading up the car with your groceries. You were more focused on how to pack up the trunk of your car until Kazuya stopped to look up at the sky, light and dark gray swirls reflecting on his glasses.

“Hmmm. We better move quickly. Looks like the rain is coming sooner than expected.”

“Say less!” The couple moves double time to pack up their items and start getting on their way home. While they’re able to get home in good time, the stormy weather was faster as the sky opened up as they parked.

“Scared of a little rain are you?” He teases as he shifts the gear into park.

“You know I’m not, I just don’t like getting wet.”

“Didn’t know my girlfriend was a cat.” Kazuya continues, causing you to narrow your eyes at him.

“Just for that I should make you bring in the groceries yourself.” You sass.

“Ah ah no need to be like that, sweetheart. I thought you loved me? What happened to doing things together?” He chuckles with a snarky grin.

“We could but not if you’ll be a jerk about it.” You pout playfully, causing him to laugh.

“You know I could bring it in myself, right?”

“I know but you know I love proving you wrong. Luckily, I’m already prepared.” Reaching past him in the back seat, you pull out one of his black hoodies. Grabbing the bottom of the hoodie, you work your body through it until it swallows you whole.

He laughs yet again, “Well alright then, partner. We’ll get a nice warm shower after this.” Both of you brace yourselves before rushing out into the rain.

3. Feeling sick

“Achoo! Achoo!” Your body seizes before relaxing again. The door to the guest room opens up and in walks Kazuya with a steaming bowl of soup. You sit up, reaching for a tissue to soothe your sniffling nose.

“Babe! You could have left it outside; I would have gotten it. I don’t want you to get sick too.” Kazuya shakes his head but it’s easy to tell he’s frowning behind his mask.

“It’ll be fine. This is just to make sure you eat some of the soup while it’s hot. I’ll be fine like this.” He assures you before setting up a tray so you can eat. Throwing your tissue away, you shift to the edge of the bed to see the biggest bowl of soup.

“Kazuya, this is a lot of soup. You don’t expect me to eat this in one go right?”

His eyes narrow before softening, “It would be ideal but eat as much as you can. It’s a family recipe.”

Your ears perk up at that, “Oh? From who?”

He grins, “From me. I got sick one time and created my miraculous soup. I was five times better the next day after eating it. All in one go might I add.”

You shake your head, “It would be from you,” but then a weak grin appears on your lips, “but if you’re sharing it with me, guess that makes me family.”

For once, you catch Miyuki off guard with that as his cheeks are a touch pink. You both had talked about marriage as a real possibility but were talking things slowly as to not rush things along. Normally, he’s the tease between the two of you but he doesn’t mind your teasing every once in a while. He chalks up this boldness to your weakened immune system.

“Yeah yeah yeah. Enough talk, time to eat. I’ll leave you to it.” He starts to go when you grab at his sleeve. He turns back around to see the prettiest pout on your lips.

“I know you have to go but for the record, I hate this. Only seeing you for a few moments here and there, it's not fair. Can’t I at least have something of yours to help me out?” Kazuya starts to tease you but just sighs instead. He’d have plenty of time to tease once you’re healed.

“Since you like hoodies so much you can have this one.” He grins before taking off his gray hoodie and handing it over. You take it happily and bring it to your face, eager to convince your nose to start working so you can at least catch a whiff of his cologne.

“Thanks Kazuya.” You smile, placing it on your lap before diving into your soup. His eyes crinkle softly before he leaves you with his soup and his hoodie.

4. Borrowing Stealing his gift

The door to the apartment opens, causing you to look around the corner from your spot on the sofa. “Hey, welcome back! How was it meeting up with Sawamura and Okumura?”

He chuckles, “It was fun. I swear Sawamura hasn’t changed at all since our time in high school. Okumura seems a lot more confident than before, surely because he had the best teacher.” Kazuya laughs, causing you to shake your head before noticing something in his hands.

“Oooh, what’s that? Is that a new hoodie I see? Red too?”

He holds it to his chest protectively, “Yes, as the amazing senpai I am, they got me a hoodie as a thank you. Also probably because I told them I’m living with a hoodie thief so you’re not allowed to touch this one.” Your face blanches, no he didn’t!

“I am not a thief! A borrower maybe but no thief!” You declare passionately, refusing to accept his slander no matter how true it was.

His eyes narrow at you skeptically, “Oh yeah? Where’s my black hoodie? What about the navy blue one?” He asks rapidly, letting you know that he’s apparently been keeping track but you’re quick to defend yourself.

“They’re all in the closet!”

And then he goes in for the kill, “On who’s side of the closet?”

You blush and look away, “That’s irrelevant.”

Kazuya laughs loudly, “Yeah that’s what I thought. Gotcha this time, sweetheart.” He walks by you with a grin as you decide to turn back to your tv show, knowing you’ve lost this time.

It isn’t until later when you’re sure that Kazuya is fast asleep, that you find the hoodie folded neatly on his side of the closet. Your hands gently pick up the hoodie and bring it to your face, admiring how soft it was. Yeah, I’ll have to take this.

In your admiration, you notice a piece of paper fall out of the front pockets. Picking it up curiously, you read the note in Kazuya’s handwriting, “Hands off my hoodie.”

Your eyes widen before scoffing at his note. Feeling crafty, you decide to switch out one of your red jackets with his new hoodie, even going so far as to put his note in one of the pockets.

Laughing evilly to yourself, you stash the hoodie in one of your drawers and slide back into bed beside Kazuya, satisfied with yourself. So much so, you don’t notice the grin he has on his face even in his “sleep”.

5. Ice cream spills

“This was a great idea! It’s always nice to get a workout in the park with you. Appreciate you taking it easy on me, babe.” You smile, deciding to catch your breath on the park bench. He smiles at you gently. Of course he wasn’t breaking a sweat but doing light workouts with you on the weekend was a nice way to spend time together.

“Of course. You did well and we passed an ice cream stand. How about I reward you for your hard work hmm?” Kazuya asks, knowing ice cream was certainly a weakness of yours. Immediately, your face lights up and before you can say the words, he smiles and heads off to the stand.

A few minutes later, he returns with two ice cream cones and hands you yours with a gentle smile. You thank him sweetly before diving in. And in the enjoyment of your ice cream, you spill some on your shirt.

“Seems you enjoyed yourself a little too much huh?” He chuckles, causing you to groan.

“Shut up.” You say playfully, before handing him your ice cream so you can remove your shirt. Luck favors the prepared it would seem and you already had a tank top underneath.

Folding up your shirt, you turn to get your ice cream from him, delighted to have your cold, sweet treat back. Unbeknownst to you, there was more than just your boyfriend's eyes on you.

Now normally, Kazuya isn’t a jealous person. He loves being able to show you off but only when he wants to.

Unfortunately, he’s too perceptive for his own good. Once, twice he noticed a few of the park joggers were enjoying the view and it wasn't nature. Tch, you heard the annoyed sound escape his lips.

“Something wrong?” You ask innocently. He hands you his ice cream and takes off his dark green hoodie.

“We were just working out. It’s not good for you to expose your body to so much air. Don’t want you getting sick again.” He says gently as he places the hoodie on your lap and takes the ice cream cones. A small smile graces your lips as you put on the hoodie.

“Thanks babe.” Cold lips press quickly against his warm cheek before going back to the ice cream. The next time the joggers pass by, he grins cockily.

“Show’s over.” Kazuya mouths to them.

1. The thief becomes the victim

Oftentimes, Kazuya has training camps all over the country to train as one does when they’re a professional athlete. While usually, you could rearrange your schedule to be close by, this was one of those times where he was going too far (aka outside of the country). This time, he would be away in America for an international training camp. So while you couldn’t be with him this time around, you both made sure to at least message or call.

It was halfway through his trip when you were able to hop on a video call with him.

“How’s the camp going?” You asked curiously, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“It’s going well. It’s been interesting to meet global stars and see them play. How are you doing?” He smiled, a little weary after a long day’s camp.

“I’m doing good. Work has been keeping me busy but I wish I could be with you instead. Don’t get a big head but I do miss you.” Kazuya smiles softly at that, the one true smile only reserved for you.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back home before you know it.”

“That’s good. Still not soon enough though. That said, something weird must be going on.” You say as you shake the phone as you go to prop it up on your dresser, giving him a view of you from the waist up.

Kazuya raises an eyebrow as he sees you searching the bedroom, “What’s going on?”

“I can’t find my sky blue hoodie! I just got some workout pants that match the color perfectly and now I can’t find it. Did you see it when you were doing laundry?”

The corners of his lips attempt to straighten even though they curve up a bit, “Nope I haven’t seen it.” There’s a light tone in his voice that makes you slightly suspicious. Looking back at the camera, you see something behind him sticking out.

“Kazuya, could you move to the left for a second?” You request curiously, causing the mirth to show his eyes.

“Why? What are you after?” He asks playfully, but the second he moves an inch your eyes widen in disbelief.

“Is that my hoodie? The exact one I’m looking for?”

“Can’t be.” He easily denies. You roll your eyes and exclaim, “I know what my hoodie looks like!”

But then the reality of the situation sinks in, “Awww you miss me! It’s okay to admit it, Kazuya. I just didn’t expect you to steal my hoodie.” You sweetly tease him, making him blush a little as he tries to cover it up with a scoff.

“Of course I miss you, we do spend every day together.” You giggle, “Look at you being cute. I guess I’m happily in love with a hoodie thief of my own.”

He laughs, “Consider this payment for all the times you took my hoodies.”

“Sure sure, but I will always prefer you over your hoodies.” You claim causing him to smile.

“I sure hope so. You’ll have the real thing once I’m back home.” Kazuya promises, filling both of your hearts with warmth.

#daiya no ace #dna fanfic #dna scenarios #miyuki kazuya #kazuya x reader #miyuki kazuya x reader #self ship #self shipping

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im-not-buying-it-ether · 1 month

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Writing my Marvelous Kon idea

Have some misunderstandings as to why Billy and Co. care about Kon from Kon’s perspective

Thinking about miscomunicating until Clark thinks he’s an incidental father to 4 different clone kids

#Clark and Kon think the Marvel fam are also clones #Billy and Freddy thinks it’s cool his hero wants to adopt him fresh from the grave #JL is there patting Clark’s back like ‘could be worse #could be 5 clone kids’#Match: Hello!#Kon stuck thinking people only care about him if they’re genetically related to him and not because he’s a person deserving of affection #Billy and Co team up with the Kent’s to say they love him bc he’s him and not because of any DNA shenanigans #shazam #billy batson #kon el #clark kent #Superman #fanfics #ramblings

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laternenfisch · 1 year

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Desmond proving that eel-fish-moray-alien spines are made of liquid in the 3rd chapter of @chershare 's fic for @mermay-abyssal-zone !

No, i'm not sad that i didn't know about the critters early enough to add them, I don't know what you are talking about.

On Ao3 as well!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46992874/chapters/118490122

#desmond miles #assassin's creed #assassins creed #shroud of eden #DNA go brrrrr #mermaychallenge #mermay #mermay 2023 #procreate #digital art #fan art #fanfiction #art #fanart #fanfic #archive of our own #digital drawing

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rayrayor · 2 months

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Thank you @galladrabbles and @mzshko for this weeks prompt of ratchet

Ian knows Lily is not a saint, Mickey not so much lol

Ratchet

"Tell me again why we are not grounding Lily."

“Mick, we curse. Just because you think she should be a perfect angel, we don’t just do a double standard because she is a girl.” Ian tried to soothe his husband's ruffled feathers.

She came back to the restaurant table after fleeing when Papa lectured her for saying fuck. The stubborn 15-year-old purposely sat next to Daddy and huffed.

“I saw your ex, Daddy. God, what did you see in him? He is soooooo ratchet.”

Ian grinned at Mickey and said, “ Still hate her cussing?"

#galladrabble #love weekly galladrabbles #gallavich fanfic #gallavich #ian and mickey #shameless fanfiction #galladrabbles #ian gallagher #mickey x ian #mickey milkovich #gallavich fic #lily and her dads #lily gazer #Mickey the girl dad #Lily has Milkovich DNA #why is Mickey surprised by her

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koushuwu · 1 year

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» puppy dog — miyuki kazuya x reader *:･ﾟ✧

18+ content | 2k words | kazuya has always been exeptionally full of himself. at least to the outside word, and maybe you can't help but want to but him in his place. something that turns out to be a thrill like no other.

cw: afab!reader, pet names (big boy, darling etc.), slight dry humping, premature ejacutation, dubcon (if you squint), virgin!kazuya, experienced!reader, very slight corruption kink (also if you squint), multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, spit.

with his back pressed firmly into the plush of the couch, kazuya swallowed thickly. you watched on with a wry smile as he did, eyes tracking the bob of his adams apple. you stood before him, looming, presence hovering before him. you hadn’t even touched him yet, but his mouth felt dry and his breath stuttered as you placed your knee on the couch beside him. you were close. so, so close. His gaze flickered, currently lacking the bold gleam and brazen confidence he usually liked to sport, he couldn’t meet yours head on.

you’d always known that he was full of himself. or maybe full of himself wasn’t exactly the right words but he was cocky. and flirty. incredibly so. on that specific day, you’d heard one too many of his obnoxious flirty remarks, and that’s when a strong desire arose in you. a desire to make him falter. to somehow wipe that insufferable smirk off of his face. something you would soon learn, wasn’t as hard as one would think. so that’s when you turned to him and uttered.

“you really think you’re all that, huh?” you cocked your head to the side and studied him as a wicked little grin tugged at the corner of your mouth. “well have at it, big boy. show me what you’re made of.”

“don’t start something you can’t finish, darling,” he said, the final word spoken in a mocking drawl. you knew that his words were meant as a warning, but you were not about to back down. not now. not when you’d so clearly upped and challenged him. and so you stepped closer to the couch. to him.

“oh i intend to follow through. darling.” as you spoke, you added even more pressure to the pet name, turning his own mockery right back on him. not only had his eyes widened at your words, it had also effectively shut him up, his mouth snapping shut and trapping the words inside that had readily sat at the tip of his tongue. the tiny kindle inside of you flared at the sight, and you couldn’t help but want to see him crack even further, and all but a beat, you’d moved up to him entirely. “do you?”

now you were straddling his frame on the couch, lowering your weight down to his clothed lap. a sharp inhale whistled between his teeth the moment you rested against him, and you couldn’t help the wicked ruse of sinful glee that was bubbling inside of you. “oh, fuck,” he hissed when you did a teasing little roll of your hips. his collected exterior was cracking and the confidence slipped at a rapid pace that you hadn’t expected, but yet made you feel powerful. strong. sexy. on each side of you, kazuyai’s hands were digging into the fabric of the couch. hard. his lower lip tucked in between his teeth as he repeatedly tried to maintain eye contact. something he’s yet to succeed. the strain underneath you and his already shallow breathing made the final jigsaw piece slide in place when it clicked.

“miyuki,” you cocked an eyebrow at him and his eyes darted back to yours. “have you never done this before?”

“what?”

“are you a virgin?” you asked him. you half expected him to deny it, but he didn’t. his fingers twitched against the couch and his jaw clenched. but then he nodded, gaze averting yours again as his teeth dug into his lip harder.

“well then,” you said with a teasing lilt in your voice. confident, you guided his hands up to rest on your thighs, while moving in to catch his gaze once more. “why don’t you let me show you a good time, big boy.”

when kazuya had nodded, perhaps a little too enthusiastically despite the eversion of your gaze, it hadn’t taken you long before your panties lay discarded on the floor along with his shirt. the straps of your dress hanging loosely off your shoulders, revealing a tad more of your chest than could be deemed properly decent. between your smaller hands were his bigger one. you’d picked it up and held it in front of you, his fingers splayed against nothing but air. his breathing hitches when your saliva trickles from your tongue to his fingers. he should probably be weirded out by it, something told him at the back of his mind. grossed out. but he wasn’t. instead he found himself transfixed by the sight of your tongue sticking out. your spit rolling off of it, stretching to meet his skin. transfixed, also, by the wet feeling against his fingers. so much so, that his cock jumped underneath you, and you couldn’t help but roll your hips against him, relishing in the delicious friction against your sex.

“fuck—”

when you put his fingers in your mouth, kazuya was so sure he was going to die. he was going to combust and die a virgin, and he wouldn’t even mind. your tongue against his fingers and your pussy grinding against him. what could possibly be better than this? a question, he would very soon find, and feel, the answer to. a question, to which, the answer came, the moment you pulled his fingers from your mouth, and guided them south. with one hand, you held his chin and kept him still as you captured his lips with yours. with the other, you led his slick hand underneath your short dress, and once you pressed one of his fingers and your own past the entrance of your wet hole, that is when he knew the answer to his question. this. this was even better. so much so, that he groaned softly, breaking the kiss as his jaw grew slack, his eyes glazed and his eyebrows knitted together. just then, you took a moment to just admire the view, bearing clear evidence as to just what you did to him. truly a sight to behold. but you weren’t done yet. of course you weren’t, you’d promised him a good time after all.

“h-hold on–” kazuya’s voice was small. frail even. and every little bit filled with the anticipation you inspired in him. your movements stilled as you cocked your head to the side. his free hand had laid itself against your hip bone, fingers dipping into your skin. “i’m– i’m gonna– please– slow down–”

“oh no, poor guy,” you cooed, cupping his cheek in one hand, an action in such stark contrast to the filthy thoughts in your head and the way your other hand worked him deeper inside. “you close already?” you asked and rocked your hips against his hand and lap. kazuya’s breathing hitched and his lower lip sucked in between his teeth.

kazuya nodded frantically, and a twisted sense of joyful satisfaction settled inside, when you leaned down until your nose lightly bumped against his. the way he looked up at you, almost felt dizzying, eyes all glazed and dilated pupils.

“what if i don’t want to take it slow?” your words came as a whisper, yet they rung through the air between you. around you. everywhere. at first, kazuya didn’t react. then his eyes widened. slowly as the implication dawned on him.

“no. no, no, no—“ he started, but neither of you heard the rest, when you caught his lips with yours, relishing in how sharply he inhaled when you connected. when you rocked down against him and increased the rhythm of which you worked his fingers into you. his free hand desperately clawed at your thigh, but you didn’t slow. fingers dipped harder into your skin as his fingers angled in just the right direction. you moaned against his lip and his fingers twitched, his hips bucked and a loud whine of his own followed yours.

kazuya had said he was close, but you hadn’t expected it to be that easy to push him over the edge. but now that you had, his breath was heaving and you felt utterly accomplished. accomplished, but not yet satisfied, your hunger only momentarily quenched.

once kazuya came down from his high, cheeks flushed and cheeks heated, it took him a moment before to decipher the scene in front of him. both your hands worked to undo his pants, and he only just registered what was happening, when his cock sprung free, and the charged air between you, ghosted over his sensitive skin. his eyes flicked to yours, only to find your gaze already fixed on his with a bemused glimmer in your eye.

“i promised you a good time, didn’t i?” you asked him, but cut him off before he could reply, lips parted slightly as if ready to speak. “don’t think that means you’re the only one who gets to have fun, though.”

surprise clearly evident in every feature of his face, mingled with the just as clear hypnotic daze of his arousal. it makes you want to laugh. not because it’s funny that he desires you. but because it’s so incredibly endearing, something so starkly contrasting kazuya’s usually confident and collected attitude. it’s endearing, and it makes you feel powerful. it makes you feel in control and it makes your pussy clamp in anticipation. so you smile at him, eyes glimmering in mischief as your hand wrapped around his cock. the sounds he makes when you give him a couple of strokes are something so pathetic and you can’t help but relish in his noises. the pitch change, reaching even higher when you finally take him inside.

he knew deep down, that he should have said something. should have asked you to wait. should have– should have– but he didn’t. he was too far gone for that, and when you settled against his lap, his head fell to your shoulder as a shudder ripped through his body, and he just couldn’t care less. or maybe he would have cared if he had half a mind to string any coherent thoughts together at all. but as it was, he didn’t.

“hey now,” firm fingers curled around his chin and tilted his head up, until his eyes met yours. ”look at me, big boy.” he’s looking at you. he is, but through the haze of the pleasurable rolls of your hips against his lap, he doesn’t actually see much. he’s trying though. but when your movements pick up pace, pathetic moans spill over his lips, and his eyes roll back. if you hadn’t held his chin, you knew his head would be lolling to the side. he was utterly drunk on the feeling of being inside of you, and judging by the shameless whining and moaning, he didn’t mind being at your mercy this way. his hands moved as if on instinct and settled harshly on your hips once again, and that’s when he surprised you. his hips bucked, thrusting up to meet the roll of your hips, punching a moan from your own lungs. at first you thought it’d been intentional, but when you looked at him it was clear that it hadn’t been. his body worked entirely on it’s own accord, bucked and writhed, stroked and grabbed, all in time with your movements, subconsciously creating a synchronized chase on your shared highs. at this point, the air surrounding you filled with both of your moans. it filled with the wet sounds of his cock grinding into your pussy. it filled with the heat radiating from your bodies. and it filled with the charged electricity and anticipation, until it broke. pleasure washed over you, covering everything and engulfing you completely in the sweetness flitting into every corner of the room.

your highs subsided, way too early for kazuya’s liking. actually, this whole moment in time with you, ended far too early. you weren’t actually sure what you’d expected. probably that you’d had sex and that would be it. it wouldn’t change anything. but as it was, you’d soon learn that things would absolutely change. not for you, but for kazuya. it took a few days before you really realized but when you did, that incredible feeling of being powerful swelled up in your chest once more. not only had kazuya’s demeanor slightly shifted towards you. oh no, the guy’s gaze followed your every move with something soft and dazed in his eyes, and often times you found that he followed close behind when you went anywhere he couldn’t see you. kazuya had definitely changed. from brazen and confident to no more than something akin to a lost puppy dog, that’s finally found it’s owner.

#miyuki kazuya #miyuki kazuya x reader #miyuki kazuya x reader smut #miyuki x reader smut #kazuya x reader smut #daiya no ace #diamond no ace #» spicy #fanfic #daiya no ace smut #dna #dna smut #miyuki smut #miyuki kazuya smut #kazuya smut #idk what the fuck else to tag i haven't posted any writing in forever #useradrienne #prettyiwa #userdabiluna

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hajihiko · 1 year

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Seeing as ghost are canon in danganronpa, how do you feel about Junko ghost AUs where she haunts the remnants or first game survivors?

It is almost literally my favourite narrative take (tight behind found family / they love each other) I am SO about it you have no idea. It's the tastiest I go nuts

#I yell and think loudly about Junko physically haunting the ppl who took her body parts so much and often #Fuyuhiko sees someone right out of the corner of his eye that's supposed to be blind #Even after Nagito gets a cool robot hand sometimes it acts against his will for a second and it feels like ....#Mikan is such a whoof idk if I can even go there. But she might have it worst of all #Like while everyone is haunted they get it the worst #Maybe it's because of them that the entire island is haunted. Bc they kept her alive in a way that cant be undone #If they took in even a little bit of her cells or blood or DNA. Its irreversible and shes just There Now.#Can u imagine??? Ur on an abandoned island or a ship and you dont have the option of leaving. And there is a ghost #Everyone knows it but talking about these things gives them power you know #Maybe that's partially why even the antisocial or private people start sleeping with others in the room #You'd rather wake up to your loudly snoring friend than to a vague silhouette that *might* be someone sitting on the corner of your bed #Sorry I lose it when ppl start to talk horror I dont know what I'm writing #I have an entire fanfic in my head that I might get out sometimes about The Haunting Of Jabberwock Island

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the-ironic-monster · 9 months

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A full body variant of This Drawing of metal waking up organic for the first time. this one is more recent since he doesn't have his custom gloves like he does in the other!

You can see how the derobotisizer read his original metal shape to apply it to his organic form along with the donated DNA better here. He is Very Scruffy!

He's feeling some things specifically about [REDACTED]

(Hehe-)

#metal sonic #organic!metal #organic metal sonic #fanfic tease pft.#sonic the hedgehog #the ironic monster #still glad about the idea of giving him silver's eye mask because of his dna contribution xD

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herrmannhalsteadproduction · 3 months

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I was re-reading some of the chapters from 500 Miles and I'd forgotten how cute and fun they were???

Not a brag - just more of a lightbulb moment of why people always talk about writing for yourself first.

Like, YES, INDULGE! Write all of the fluff and romance and drama and whump and angst and humour and ridiculousness that you want because then it will always be there waiting for you and you can read it anytime you want and that...

That is so much fun.

#fanfic thoughts #writing thoughts #writer stuff #i reread the Connor/Will 'i love you scene' and was like 😭🥰#rhodestead #i love them #AND all of the last chapter with the Otis and Shay and Bex scenes? so bonkers but hilarious #and the bouse moment #THE BOUSE MOMENT #quite pleased with past me #🤣#anyway #it's good to entertain yourself #i know i have to get the next chapter of That H/H DNA done BUT work is in my way and my brain is tired #soon hopefully

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kariachi · 11 days

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Who wants some fanfiction based on Kevin not actually being a great example of what an Ossy is capable of? It's not a 'okay but these fuckers are terrifying' fic, but still.

Kevin is put in front of a grown, trained Osmosian.

Cringing as he went flying across the room, the team tensed against the urge to go check Kevin was alright. Instructor Lonin called something across the space in Imperial Osmosian, and Kevin snapped back a response with words they hadn’t realized before this visit were stilted at best. For all the time any of them had known him- he had been the resident expert on Osmosians, it was difficult not to be when you were the only one around- but here, watching him pick himself up off the ground with sharp teeth bared, they were reminded of just how isolated from his people he’d been. The language he only spoke just well enough, songs and stories he half-remembered, rules of etiquette he barely knew better than them. How quickly he was overpowered when he threw himself forward again.

None of them were used to seeing someone out strength him, but Lonin made it look easy. Lashing out to clamp one hand around his arm, they yanked him down and to the side enough that grabbing his other limb let them twist it behind his back. In heartbeat he was on the ground, one arm pinned painfully beneath and the other behind, a knee on his hip and teeth around his neck. Still snarling, Kevin struggled once, twice, before the teeth tightened and he finally went begrudgingly still.

Rook reached over to lay a hand over Gwendolyn’s, a silent reminder against her tension that he was in no real danger. That she had been the one to recommend that he should do more than just visit the homeworld but try to learn. At her other side, Ben watched with interest that could only come from someone who had had to fight the species before and worried he would again.

For what felt like an age the pair stayed on the floor, Kevin glaring back as best he could as Lonin growled low. Slowly, once they were sure he wouldn’t continue fighting, they removed their knee. Released the arm pinned beneath his body. The one behind his back. Only after all that did they open their jaw and pull away.

Deftly dodge the elbow he threw back.

Grabbing hold, they cast him to the floor again. This time landing on his side, he only had a moment to twist and try to bite before they’d used his arm to pin his head to the floor, straddling his legs to keep them still. Kevin managed to get his free palm solid against the stone floor a moment before Lonin did. For a heartbeat it looked like he might gain enough strength to throw the older Osmosian off, but only managed in jostling the both of them before they also had a full mass. Still, he railed against them, thrashing enough test their grip in the seconds before they encased his body in stone.

There was no careful slowness as they stood this time, just ease and the same impassive expression they’d worn for the past half hour at least.

“You really haven’t gotten any kind of training,” they said in a tone that edged towards disappointment. Pinned from knee to shoulder, Kevin glared up at them.

“Not exactly a lot of Ossys in my part of space,” he said.

“It shows.” They huffed, grumbling something in Imperial as they circled Kevin. For far from the first time the rest of the team regretted taking moments like this to try to improve their Galactic Standard. “Have you had any sort of proper practice?”

“I do use my powers,” Kevin grumbled, fidgeting as much as he was able. “Been mostly absorbing and manipulating solids for… a long time. I’m pretty good shapeshifting with them, and-” He threw a quick glance to the others, took a breath. “-I’m damn good at shapeshifting with copied DNA.” Lonin made a thoughtful sound.

“I suppose you would get a lot to work with, running with The Great Ben 10,” they said in a tone that implied they weren’t all that impressed with the hero. “If you’re a good shapeshifter, you won’t have any trouble freeing yourself then.” As simple as that they turned and walked away, taking a seat within Kevin’s view but a good distance to the side.

Again the team shared a look. A silent question whether they should intervene. The entire reason they had come along was to act as emotional support, for all he’d tried to hide it Kevin had been nervous to spar with another adult Ossy, but now they didn’t know what to do. They didn’t know if this was a normal Osmosian thing, or a reasonable request. It certainly didn’t seem like one.

Still, for all their concern, Kevin merely took a deep breath and began shifting his shape again. Everyone watched as, with the tentative slowness of someone unpracticed in a specific act, he stretched out his arm. The team all but held their breath as it stretched farther and thinner, followed by shoulders, his other arm working its way free. He was able to get a grip on the distant floor, and used it to slowly drag his lengthened body out of it’s prison. Everything seemed to contract back into the proper shape as he did. Once everything was back in place, he rolled his joints with a deep sigh. Lonin made a purring, trilling noise at him.

“Not a bad job, for someone who didn’t grow up in the tunnels,” they said. Kevin’s cheeks took on color as he glowered at them. “So, you can do basic shapeshifting.”

“With solids,” he clarified. “With DNA I can do partial, full, and combined shifting.”

“And just how much practice do you actually have there?” Fidgeting again, Kevin threw another glance to his team, who tried to give him encouraging smiles. They didn’t seem to help.

“I’ve got access to at least thirty-four sapients, two non-sapients, and I don’t know how many plants. I don’t like using them if I don’t have to, but I can.”

Lonin froze, staring at him with wide eyes and dipped chin. They muttered, almost growled, something under their breath in Imperial.

“Alright,” they eventually said, just before things got too awkward, “let’s move right passed that for now, then.” A weight seemed to come off Kevin’s shoulders. “What about other forms of matter?”

And fell right back on.

“I’ve done demi-solids, twice,” Kevin said with some uncertainty, “and I haven’t touched liquids or gases.”

“Good,” Lonin said. “I still hardly touch gases if I don’t have to. Liquids are easier though, as long as you have a proper teacher.” Kevin nodded.

“Supposedly my dam was better with liquids than anything else, but…” He shrugged.

“They can be dangerous to learn, avoiding testing them was smart.” Head just barely tilting, Lonin threw what was almost a glance towards the rest of the team. “And what about energy?” Everyone tensed.

“He avoids it,” Gwendolyn answered before Kevin even got the chance, earning a sharp look from Lonin. Only once she’d sunk back in her seat did they turn back.

“Got addiction issues,” Kevin said, tense as a bowstring, “and I tend to get, nasty, when I’ve absorbed a lot of it.” With a curious noise, Lonin blinked.

“Are you prone to overload then?” Kevin blinked. Threw a look at the others. They all shrugged. More often than not, he knew more than them about these things.

“Maybe?” Lonin rumbled.

“Do you become more violent when you absorb energy, or when you absorb large amounts of energy?” For a long moment the youngsters were quiet, Kevin chewing his lip as he considered the question.

“Both? I’m nasty when I’ve been absorbing energy, but I get worse the more I do.”

“Alright then.” They gave another purring trill. “Energy overload isn’t an uncommon problem, and there are plenty of ways to work around at and addiction both, but again it’s smart of you to avoid energy without someone to teach you such techniques.” Kevin let loose a breath as the team looked between themselves again. The concept that using energy safely was an option hadn’t occurred to anybody. Not with Kevin’s history, and not after Aggregor.

“So, I’m not doing too bad then,” he said with a little half smile that didn’t fully reach his eyes. Lonin made a noncommittal noise.

“Your solid matter usage is far behind others your age” they said, “you have no training with energy, no experience with liquids at all. You’ve clearly seen combat, but have no idea how to properly use your powers in it. I taught soldiers for two-hundred years and if I had ever been sent an apprentice in such a state, I’d have fought both their Clanhead and Packhead personally.” The smile slipping from his face, Kevin clenched his fists, dipping his head and flashing a glimpse of teeth.

“So…”

With an ease that belied their age, Lonin stood back up, dropping the stone they’d absorbed. They looked Kevin over, flexed their fingers, and made the purring trill again.

“You have until this time tomorrow to decide if you want to learn, and if you do, I suggest finding long-term quarters.” As Kevin relaxed minutely and Gwendolyn chewed her lip, Lonin spared him what almost looked like an approving expression. “You have a lot of catching up to do.”

#fanfic #i still want to write a 'okay but these fuckers are terrifying you don't understand kevin is a *child*' fic but this ended up not being tha #lonin: *expects working with ben to have led to kevin absorbing from like three or four species- kinda equivalent to having nailed them*#kevin: so i have access to dna from So Many Species #lonin: .......we aren't going to unpack that here but if I ever find whoever was in charge of looking out for you-

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silversyn115 · 2 months

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My OC for our ROTTMNT Outbreak AU: She slays wherever she goes. Oh, and she has a ton of trauma so ye :3

She's part of the Quintet for a reason.

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apparently-artless · 1 year

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Sawamura Eijun Appreciation Post Request: #eijunsbap

A few days from now will be our sunshine boy's birthday (5.15). And since I've noticed that I haven't been making posts for DnA specifically for my son Eijun, I decided to open a request for his birthday! I've been doing a lot of first times for Eijun (like first anime fanfic and manga coloring) so since I never did this before, I thought why not? I will be accepting 5 requests (assuming it will reach 5 <lol>). Check the details below if you are interested. ^^

Feel free to send me an ask for the request you'd like to make. Below are the options you can request:

favorite scene (with or without dialogue, anime only please since I still suck at manga coloring XD)

Sawamura Eijun + one more character (favorite character you always want to be with Eijun)

Sawamura Eijun + song (song you think fits Eijun best, feel free to specify the specific lyrics you'd like to be included)

NOTE:

This is open for anyone who loves Sawamura Eijun, whether we're mutuals, you follow me, I follow you or we don't follow each other at all. XD

Anon requests will not be accepted since I want to dedicate the post to an actual person.

I will be responding to the message sent to me to let you know that your request is included.

Requests will be posted starting May 15 00.00 JST.

Request will be open until May 13 00.00 JST or until the slots are already full.

#daiya no ace #sawamura eijun #gif request #dna event of some sort? XD #artless #pinned posts #i wanted to include a one-shot fanfic request but I've never done this before here on Tumblr #birthday appreciation post #ace of diamond #diamond no ace #dna

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phoebepheebsphibs · 3 hours

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waaaaa I get to sleep, wake up and 2 new chaps!!!

also the dna bit, golden

-Notte

I remember when I was a little kid, I used to watch so much BrainPop, and for a season I watched a bunch of episodes about species scientific names like genus and subspecies and junk, and specifically there was an episode all about DNA and how it stands for “deoxyribonucleic acid” and that very day I played like I was a mad scientist and drew the DNA symbol and just randomly walked up to any adult who would listen and spouted off “DNA stands for deoxyribonucleic acid”

And so that chapter was specifically for little Pheebs and her hyperfixation on genetics

(She was also obsessed with proboscis monkeys and basilisk lizards because she watched a lot of Wild Kratts, too)

- Phoebe

#tumblr asks #dna #deoxyribonucleic acid #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #double mutated mikey #double mutation mikey #double mutation #double mutated #little pheebs #rottmnt fanfic #fanfic writing #writing ideas

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the-homosphere · 3 months

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like those little cells didn’t know it but their dna coded to make jesus fanfiction

(via @miku-voice-feminization)

#science side of tumblr please figure out how to use dna to make jesus fanfic #gaytor’s notes app #shitpost #out of context quotes

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atasteforsuicidal · 26 days

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Hi there! I haven't seen if you've made a post about this or previously answered an ask, so I'm sorry if this is pestering, but I really love your fanfiction, especially your DNA verse, and I was wondering if you had plans to pick it up again? If you're too busy or lost interest, that's so valid! But I just wanted to stop by to let you know that I really enjoy your works, and you have a fan who's still very interested in that one.

Overall, your stuff is SO carefully crafted and well written, and I absolutely adore all the different stories you've brought to life across a whole range of topics. Thanks for being awesome!

I hope you're doing well!

Thank you so much for the kind comment, and I don't consider it pestering, especially when it's been this long without an update.

I have very much not lost interest, and I DO have plans to continue the DNA verse, among other wips, but life has thrown a lot of major changes at me in the past few years that have drastically cut into my writing time and focus.

I've been trying to give more thought to my many wips recently, and I am really, really hoping it will translate into activity soon, but I don't want to make any promises that I can't keep.

#anon #writing*#fic*#fanfic*#dna verse

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anns-works · 1 year

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Donnatello does a DNA test and it turns out every mutant on earth is somehow related to eachother thanks to the mutagen mady by April's DNA. The only one not in this fucked up family is Casey Jones, and Raphael is planning to get him in as a brother-in-law (thru Donnatello)

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koushuwu · 6 months

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𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐦

pairing: mukai taiyou x reader | words: 3,3k | daiya masterlist

tags/cw: afab!reader, friends to lovers, smut, cunnilingus, implied m!masturbation, teasing, feet (a little bit), slight powerplay, assertive!reader, slight fucked out!taiyou, no editing we die like neji.

summary: mukai taiyou can tie a knot on a cherry stem with his tongue. he’s proud. and even well into your relationship, he still prides himself on this skill.

mukai taiyou is a giver. mukai taiyou eats pussy like a god. he can tie a knot on a cherry stem with his tongue, and as you could probably imagine, he’s rather proud of that. it’s a trick he’s pulled out on more than one date, when the vibe and the chemistry heated between him and his date.

you already knew all of this, before the two of you started dating. being best friends, you’d heard it all. and the first time he’d shown you his cherry stem trick, it’d all been fun and games, and the heated swirl in your stomach obviously didn’t mean anything.

of course, he didn’t brag about being good at eating pussy. he was confident but he wasn’t conceded. yet you knew that he was, because you’d heard so from more than one previous dates of his. and you knew because you’d experienced it for yourself. when you’d asked how he did it, you hadn’t expected him to offer to show you. what’s more, you hadn’t expected yourself to agree so easily. but you did.

he didn’t go further that day though. he didn’t let you get him off, and he didn’t fuck you either. because that was not what it was about. this was about you. instead he excused himself afterwards, and while you knew exactly what he was going to do, he still refused to let you help.

some may have expected it to change your friendship, but it didn’t. well— it might’ve been the catalyst that birthed your feelings and helped them grow. or maybe they were always there, hidden below many layers of friendship. either way, the did start becoming apparent to you after that. but the two of you still carried on your friendship as before. or so you thought, because then it happened again. and again. and again. until at one point, taiyou confessed that he hadn’t been with anyone since the first time with you. that he hadn’t wanted to be with anyone else since then. because he wanted you. just you. lucky for him, because you wanted him too.

“you’re reminiscing.” taiyou’s voice brought you back to the present. the present where taiyou was sat on the living room floor, back against the couch between your legs, and a bowl of cherries perched on the low side table next to him.

“hm?” you said, blinked and looked down from your spot on the couch, following his voice. eyes focusing and zoning back onto taiyou as he popped another berry in his mouth. he’d turned around, now resting one arm over your thigh and looking up at you. truthfully, that very bowl of cherries was what had brought about the memories of your younger days, before the two of you had taken the leap from friends to lovers. something that had proved to be a rather good choice, you had to admit. for the most part, when he wasn’t being an annoying little–

“it’s either that or you’re admiring my devilishly good looks. you tell me,” he said, sticking his tongue out at you. a habit that he’d yet to grow out of from your younger years. a habit you honestly feared he never would grow out of. the thought of a 60 year old mukai taiyou, cheekily sticking his tongue out at you like now vividly painted itself before your very eyes, and you all but suppressed the shudder that ran down your spine. you glared at him.

“you put that thing back in your mouth or so help me,” you threatened, although your words lacked all malicious intent. “i will wipe mustard on it.” taiyou didn’t like mustard. not one bit. begrudgingly his tongue disappeared behind his lips and he plucked another cherry from the bowl.

“maybe i’d rather have you wipe something else on it,” he said, clearly fighting the urge to do it again. thankfully, he knew what was best for him and refrained. instead, he put the cherry in his mouth and chewed, smile still in place. the little black stem rolled between the pads of his fingers as he toyed with it.

“you’re nasty,” you laughed. he was. but you liked it, and he knew that you liked it too, so truly, who cared? yet it didn’t stop the two of you from playing the same old dance of back and forth that you both so enjoyed.

“really?” he asked with a glimmer in his eye. “as far as i recall, you seem to quite enjoy my tongue. so why don’t you say that one more time, sweetheart?” menace. an absolute menace. that was exactly what he was.

“you’re nasty,” you said, simply because he’d dared you to. but you smiled. and he smiled. laughter hanging in the air between the two of you.

“and you like it,” he fired back, a teasing lilt coating his words in something that, even to this day, you couldn’t put to words. but that didn’t make you enjoy it any less. and you really did love it when his voice took on that tone. not that you were going to tell him that part. at least not while this little game of yours was playing out. at least not fully.

“i never said that i didn’t,” you told him, at least sort of agreeing, but not really. taking one of the cherries for yourself, you let the silence settle and stretch as you savored the taste on your own tongue as the sweet juices filled your mouth. they were good. it’d been a long time since you’d had any, you’d almost forgotten how much you liked them. “do you reckon you can still do it?” you wondered out loud, once again facing taiyou.

“do what?” he asked, head cocked to the side, studying you. wondering.

“you know. the knot thing,” you said as a way of clarifying, nodding at the stem still between his fingers.

“with my tongue?” he asked, sitting up further, smiling. this time softer. less teasing, although it was still there behind it all, you knew. “probably.”

“probably?” you mused, eyebrows raised in question.

“probably,” he repeated, confirming. then he placed the stem in his mouth, lips closing around it. the movie played on, on the tv screen, filling the silence with incoherent noise that you couldn’t quite place. not that you paid it any mind anyway. instead, you watched as taiyou worked. moments passed by, somehow long in anticipation, yet over so quickly. when he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, cherry stem resting there, tied into a neat little knot, you found yourself astounded once again. amazed that he could still do it, and that fast, after years of not pulling out the trick. at least, that you knew off. he might’ve practiced secretly from time to time, but that was undisclosed information, for taiyou only to know.

“impressed?” he asked when you hadn’t said anything in the time it took him to remove the knot from his mouth. you’d just looked at him. and smiled. he smiled back. one of those crooked things that never failed to make your heart flutter. just a little bit. but very often, it simultaneously also made you want to wipe it off his face. just a little bit.

“nope,” you said. you lied. because truth be told, you always had been impressed by this skill of his. little did he know, that you’d actually tried to learn by yourself before, but failed. which only made it even more impressive. but even so, you weren’t about to tell him that. at least not with your words. but your tone on the other hand. it told taiyou everything he needed to know, at that smile only grew.

“that so? maybe i should remind you what it can actually do,” he prompted, resting his cheek against your thigh, but didn’t make a move to touch you further. not yet. for all his straight forwardness and all of his cheek, taiyou respected you first and foremost. and that was very much one of the big reason why you loved him.

“and if i said no?” you said, watching him. his smile didn’t falter. he wasn’t disappointed. he loved to please you, but it was always your choice whether you wanted him to or not. and quite honestly, taiyou could have just as much fun and joy by just being here, propped on the living room floor with your hand in his hair. so if you said no, he’d simply pick a different kind of fun to have with you. easy as that. still watching you, he reached over to retrieve another cherry. he didn’t put it in his mouth. he simply plucked off the stem and placed the berry back on the table. that’s the moment he looked away, gaze falling to the new stem in the palm of his hand.

“then i’d stick to occupying myself with tying up all of these stems instead, obviously,” he said, voice light. matter of factly. simple as that.

“good to know,” you said and nodded. then you reached out and put a hand on his cheek, guiding his face towards you, until he was looking at you again. not that it took a lot of coaxing before he did. “if i were planning to say no. which i’m not.” you smiled at him, your smile now mirroring the teasing lilt in his own. and open invitation.

“good to know,” he repeated, eyes sparkling as he pushed onto his knees, and leaned in.

one thing about taiyou was that exceptional at eating you out as he was, he turned out to be equally as good of a kisser. this was in fact also something you’d heard said more than once before you started dating. but it was the one thing you never experienced for yourself before the relationship started. it was too intimate. too personal. maybe you were just afraid to ask about it back then. maybe you didn’t want to try, save it sparked something in you, that you hadn’t been ready for at the time. you didn’t really know, but fact of the matter is, that you never brought that part up to him, even as friends. but then the two of you got together and you quickly found that you could kiss this man with his stupid smile and his dumb beautiful lips forever. lips that were unreasonably soft, now pressed against yours.

soft. soft, but persistent. a firm press against your own lips as he moved closer, gliding further into your space and you welcomed him. you welcomed him with your hand around his neck, pulling him up and in, tilting your head as the kiss deepened. he smiled against your lips and you smiled against his. a soft little sound escaped you when his hand settled on your leg, pushing to grant him more space between your legs to get even closer. he took advantage of that. the way your lips parted ever so slightly, tongue slipping between to find yours.

you didn’t know exactly how he did it, but the way he kissed you. it made you feel like your entire world was spinning. swimming. it made your skin feel heated when his tongue danced against yours. even more so, when his fingers traveled up your leg. your leg, only scarcely covered at the very top by a large hoodie. not his, he noted. your own. it should’ve been one of his. it didn’t matter. it spared him the time of ridding you of pants and when it came to tasting you, he took any win he could get. your skin prickled under his touch and you mewled, the sound trapped between the glide of your lips. his fingers found the waist of your panties. he stopped. pulled back slightly, kiss breaking but just as you were about to complain, your eyes met. they met, and there you saw all the promise in the world. not just that he was going to sate you in between the sheets, or in this instance, on the couch. but the promise that he would always be here. that he would be yours every single second that you would have him. that he would make you happy. that he would please you. anytime. anywhere. anyhow. you just say that word. it took your breath away. you should’ve been used to it by now. taiyou didn’t halfass anything. he did things wholeheartedly and he did it with passion. this wasn’t the first time you saw this look in his eyes. and you believed him, just as you’d done that very first time you saw it. just as the second time you saw it, and every single time after that. you believed him. you trusted him. and you smiled at him, nodded, understood the question in his withdrawal, without him uttering a single word. he grinned, eyes twinkling as he hooked his fingers under the waistband of your panties, prompting you to raise your hips and then tugging them off. for a moment, he sat there, admiring you, your panties dangling from one of his fingers, already long forgotten.

“taiyou–” you weren’t embarrassed. you weren’t shy. taiyou always made you feel like you were the most beautiful thing on this earth. the most desirable and the most lovable. no, your complaint wasn’t about that at all.

“don’t worry. i’ve got you.” it was about want. desire. need.

the temperature in the room felt as if it’d risen drastically. the air sizzling with the heat passing between the two of you. that’s what what it felt like when taiyou dropped your panties to the floor, both hands now settling on your hips, as he pulled you closer to the edge of the couch. he smiled, a hungry spark in his gaze as his large hands moved to the inside of your thighs pushing slightly to grant him more space. and then he dove.

you’d had taiyou between your legs on numerous occasions. you knew he was good. and as someone who’d never enjoyed oral much with previous partners, it somehow still surprised you to this day. everytime it happened, you were awestruck. the first lick of his tongue, hard and wet swiping through your folds. it was intoxicating and you couldn’t stop the moan that escaped you. your head fell back on the back rest and your hands found their way into his hair. gently. letting him lead as he tasted you. savored the taste of you. reveled in it as he lapped at your fluids, already oozing in anticipation of what was in store for you. what was already under way.

it felt good. it felt more than good. and taiyou knew what he was doing. threading your fingers through his hair, you felt his lips around your clit. he sucked, humming in something that could only be described as triumph. excited triumph as if hen knew just how quickly he had you falling apart for him. it was infuriating. infuriatingly good.

another thing worth noting about taiyou. as a person. as a boyfriend. as a sexual partner. when he pushed, he needed you to push back. he would never say it. because in reality, maybe he wasn’t entirely aware. outside of the bedroom, it was just the little things. but in the bedroom? sometimes he liked it when you pushed back. when you took the wheel. when you didn’t let him have his way. at least not the way he expected to have his way. and one of the big tells, was that very hum he just made. which was perfect, because the very sound made you want to push back. it made you want to push back hard. and so you looked down at him, hand fisting in his hair and pulled his head back. he looked up at you, eyes glassy as he tried to focus. there was a low sound in his throat and you smiled. smirked even. it was hot. incredibly so. without a word, you leaned down, mouth crashing against his. and that’s when you pushed. placing your foot against his crotch, he moan against your lips as you applied that first bit of pressure. the kiss broke. for one charged moment saliva hung in the air between the two of you. then the moment broke and taiyous tongue lolled out, slick shining in the artificial light from the tv.

“that feel good?” you asked, foot pushing against his length, and he groaned. you hummed in question and he nodded. some days you might’ve pushed for him to answer you properly. but not today. he nodded, trying his hardest to keep his gaze on you, but every now and they, it flicked down to your pussy. it was funny how quickly the tables turned from that triumphant noise he’d made earlier, to this. drooling and groaning and wanting nothing more than to taste you again. to please you and for you to please him in return. “you want it that bad?” he nodded again, eyes lingering just a bit longer this time, before he tore his gaze back up to meet yours. he nodded again, as if worried you hadn’t seen the first time.

“shit,” he hissed. “yes.”

and so you let him. loosening your hold on his hair, you let him dive back in, but you didn’t let up the pressure against his cock. instead, you used your foot to rub his length, providing him with a delicious friction that made it hard for him to concentrate. but even then, he was good. unreasonably good. he sucked and kissed and licked and slurped. prodding at your entrance with his tongue, sliding in and you moaned at the feeling.

it didn’t take him long before he’d built you up to a point where you balanced on the very edge. yet, he didn’t push you over, and so you pushed back against him further, pressing harder against his cock. pleasurable moans rumbled against your clit, and he pushed even harder again. that’s when the first finger of his found your entrance and pushed inside. the heat surged between the two of you. or maybe it was just your skin burning. maybe. maybe. maybe. a second finger pressed inside and your pressure faltered. but only for a moment. you pushed back, slowing your pace to an excruciatingly slow movement. he wanted more, but as you stumbled on the razor blade edge, you knew that once wouldn’t be enough to quench your thirst. so you went slow. slow enough to keep him high and mighty. slow enough that he pushed even harder, and with his fingers pumping in and out of your cunt, your teeth gritted for a moment before his tongue flicked hard against your clit, it grew slack. mouth falling open as he finally applied the last breath to make you tumble from that very edge.

breathing heavy, your foot had stilled, legs quivering as your walls spasmed, clenching around his fingers. clenching. releasing. clenching, as he continued to work his fingers and that damned tongue of his, effectively catching you mid-fall, guiding you to the ground.

when you came to, you wasted no time in pulling him to you on the couch. your lips met in a kiss sweeter, hungrier and more desperate than any previous kiss. hungry. desperate. your hand searching the front of his pants, and he let you. another smile curled his lips as he kissed you harder. he could have stayed, head buried between your legs all night if you’d let him. he’d cum in his pants and had your juices for every meal of any day. but as you wrapped your hand around his cock, taiyou found that he didn’t mind one bit, when he knew what was coming next.

and then you fucked, the end.

*:･ﾟ✧ thank you for reading ♡

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