Hii! Im Trying To Get My Writing Spark Back Pls Bare With Me I Really Wanna Write Again :(

hii! i’m trying to get my writing spark back 😭🙏🏻 pls bare with me i really wanna write again :(

“rinnie, rinnie! i passed my computer test!”

you squealed excitedly as you waved your results in his face.

“what’s this computer test about about again..?” rin mumbled, his eyes scanned through the sheet of paper.

“for my driver’s license! that way you don’t have to drive me around anymore!” you said proudly, puffing out your chest.

rin gave you a small smile but frowned right after as he realized that he can’t drive you around as his passenger princess anymore.

you of course were quick enough to noticed his sudden change in demenour. flicking his forehead gently, you asked:

“something wrong?”

“nothing..”

“tell me.”

rin huffed slightly, brushing out his bangs from his eyes. he took a quick glance at you, taking in how adorable you were in your outfit today.

“since you’re gonna be able to drive soon, guess you won’t be my passenger princess anymore.” he said quietly as he looks away, avoiding your gaze.

you exploded with laughter. rin wasn’t the type to be really showing off his emotions but hearing what he confessed, you couldn’t help but chuckle. his cheeks felt hot at you laughing as he flicks your forehead with a grumble.

“shut up or i won’t drive you home.” he walked away and entered the driver’s seat of his car as you hurriedly sat on passenger’s seat, still laughing over his poutyness.

‘Gojo is coming back’ club member stelle

"Good night."

VIRGIN KILLER TRIO !! & their habits

→ oliver aiku + karasu tabito + otoya eita

→ nsfw. smut. wrote this impulsively on my notes because karasu has me feeling things. aged up characters. toxic men. fingering. oral (f receiving) otoya is a cheater (canon but i love him) unedited. size kink kind offf. aiku hits it and quits it.

+ I NEED AIKU SO BAD. i also hc that karasu is a manwhore but he would teeat you so well <3

it’s hard not to catch sight of the virgin killer trio in every afterparty. there’s oliver — the smooth talker who can never remember a girl’s name, karasu — who reads your every move and can tell from across the room how badly you want him, and otoya — the quietest of them all. but don’t let his demeanor fool you. rumors have it that he’s as great in bed as he is at breaking hearts.

pick your poison, they said. don’t let the night go to waste, they said.

but all is easier said than done when oliver has forgotten his cold beer on the counter as he presses you against it during a party. he calls you names that are outright dirty and should not have made you this wet. he smells like smoke and liquor — like danger, like everything you should avoid. you know he won’t remember you the next morning and you’ll most likely wake up in an empty bed. no notes, no small gift left behind. it would be hard to tell he was ever there if it were not for the ache between your thighs and the bite marks he’d left all over your skin.

oliver fucks like the way he wins — luring his opponent and trapping them against him until you give in and submit. what’s the point of fighting anyway? you know it’s futile. you should just let him do as he pleases — to hammer into you from behind, his large hands squeezing your hips in a vice-tight grip. oh no, he’s not letting you go. he’ll keep you there until your thighs quiver and your head drops down to the pillow, the sheets drenched with sex and sweat. he’ll keep you there until his legs are tangled with yours, your tongue lolled out as he fucks out the most delicious moans from you.

oliver aiku is dirty, intoxicating, and when he leaves his mark on you, he only has one goal in purpose — to ruin you for any other man who comes next.

karasu is different. he’s sweeter, more tender with his words and gestures. he doesn’t seduce you right away. no, he likes to watch his prey first from across the room, letting his gaze wander to your pretty face and picturing if you’d look better when you’re finally coming around his cock. when he makes himself known, it’s too late. he’ll know everything about you already, just like how he knows he’ll have you putty in his hands by the end of the night. the only thing left is to prove his theories right — don’t even try to think you can hide your weaknesses from him. he can read you like an open book. he can tell from the hungry way your eyes roam over him that you’d take it like a good girl, and your eyes would roll back when he slides himself in deep.

unlike aiku, karasu doesn’t cage you under his arms and suffocates you. this isn’t a battle for him, because battles mean there’s equal chances of winning, and there’s none of that in the bedroom. karasu knows he’s stronger and has the upper hand. he knows you’re entirely at his mercy when he pins your hands above your head, his long fingers locked around your wrist. and oh, he’s sweeter, so much sweeter. he calls you beautiful and gorgeous. he worships you and leaves kisses on your body, murmuring sweet nothings like a mantra against your skin. he isn’t rough, but he fucks you hard and deep. hard enough you’re seeing stars and your toes are curling, pussy fluttering around his girth. and when he’s pushed you to the edge, he’ll make sure everyone at the party knows who made you feel that good.

karasu doesn’t leave a note. he stays the night and kisses you again, his eyes droopy in a post sex-haze. he gives you his number, because why not? he sure wouldn’t mind sleeping with you again the next time you run into each other.

the next time you attend these events, it isn’t the dominant oliver or endearing karasu who charms you. instead, otoya comes unexpectedly — slithering his way into your heart (and pants) before you could realize it. he’s subtle, and doesn’t stand out much from the crowd. it comes like a shock to you when you find yourself pressed up against a wall in a random hallway with his lips against your neck. he doesn’t say sweet things like karasu, or teases you on how you’re such a dirty whore like oliver would. no, otoya speaks with his words, and you get the message clear enough when he’s pumping his fingers in you. he’s quiet still, giving you only breathy moans and low groans when you squeeze around him — but by the heavens, he sounds the prettiest.

there is nothing quick and swift when it comes to otoya, unlike how he is when he’s speeding through the field. he takes his time with such confidence and patience that karasu would lack, since he’s too eager. and he touches you in the gentlest manners briefly reminding you of karasu, but when otoya looks at you, it’s different. with his handsome face above you, his reddened lips parted with a shuddering breath, and his eyes narrowed as he watches your cunt swallow him to the hilt. he isn’t the sweetest, but he is the most romantic. lacing his fingertips with yours, otoya swallows all your moans in a devouring kiss. his hips plunging into you in a way that you’re sure you’ll feel him for days. and he kisses like he means it — kisses your sweet pussy with his eyes closed and rough hands kneading your ass like a starved man.

and when he leaves, it’s with a hole in your heart. otoya is a silent killer, who comes and disappears into your life, but not without ensuring he’s more than just a silly fuck. because otoya didn’t have to make out lazily with you, or ask about your passions. he didn’t have to be genuinely interested in getting to know you and smile like he’s fallen in love. he didn’t have to hide that it was all a mistake — that he was already with someone else, and simply couldn’t ignore his needs when you set foot into the room and your scent got him hard.

and when the regret sinks in, otoya will barely look you in the eye. he doesn’t stay the night because there’s someone waiting for him at home.

he doesn’t ask for your name or number because it’s easier to pretend nothing happened between you. just as silently as he made his way to your heart, otoya leaves with a final resounding click of the door being shut.

because just like his friends, otoya never stays.

and they’ll be on their way to find their next conquest.

New friend aquired!

Side note: Amanda had good intentions dw

ೀ ׅ ۫ . 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐉𝐈𝐙𝐙 𝐑𝐀𝐆 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐘 ! (𝒪𝒦𝒦𝒪𝒯𝒮𝒰 𝒴𝒰𝒰𝒯𝒜)

pervy! okkotsu yūta x f!reader ﾉ 18+ content. ﾉ nsfw + masturbation ﾉ panty sniffing ﾉ panty licking ﾉ soiling your used panties ﾉ jerking off ﾉ yūta mentions he loves you, however a relationship isn't established - could potentially be seen as yandere content ﾉ edging ﾉ msub ﾉ not proofread ! ૮₍ °´ ˘ ` ° ₎ა

haalo ! happi june every1 ! i hope june brings u many many wonderful 'n beautiful surprises ! stay positive, fwends 🌷 ! art credits go to @/sso_s__ on twitter ♡ + ↻ are rlly appreciated ! !

Yuuta twisted the soft material around his fingers, a small whimper spilling from his lips, the silky fabric feeling wonderful against his skin. The little scrap of cloth was so delicate, so thin, the light pink lace contrasting with the creamy expanse of his skin. It was barely there, the material see-through, the pattern intricate, the flowers stitched into the delicate material, the sheer fabric hugging his slim digits, his fingers curling around the lacy fabric. It was so soft, almost too soft, the sensation almost ticklish. He held it to his nose, breathing in the scent, a low, rumbling moan leaving him. It smelled like you, the intoxicating fragrance filling his senses, the familiar sweetness making him tremble. He nuzzled the garment, the wispy panties feeling exquisite against his face. Arousal shot through him, his cock twitching in his pants, a dull throb in the pit of his abdomen, his length straining against the fabric, the tightness making him squirm.

His hands moved to the front of his pants, fumbling with the button, the piece refusing to cooperate, his fingers trembling. He hissed, a frustrated growl escaping him, the sound muffled by the flimsy cotton pressed against his face. After what seemed like an eternity, the button gave, the zipper following suit. He wasted no time, his fingers diving into his boxers, wrapping around his aching cock, the cool touch sending a shock of pleasure coursing through him. He let out a sigh, his eyes fluttering shut, the muscles in his jaw relaxing, a small smile tugging at his lips. His hand moved, stroking himself, the steady, repetitive motion giving him relief. He squeezed, his grip tightening, the tip leaking, precum making the shaft slick. He groaned, his hips bucking, his free hand tugging his pants down, the constricting fabric becoming too much for him. He kicked them off, discarding them to the floor of the laundry room, his fingers resuming their ministrations, a few whines and gasps escaping him.

His breathing became heavy, a thin layer of sweat covering his body, his pale skin flushed a pretty shade of pink, the blush spreading from his cheeks down to his neck, the heat of his arousal warming him. Yuuta's head lolled to the side, his tongue peaking out from between his lips, the wet muscle swiping over the middle of your panties. The material clung to the tip of his tongue as his lips closed around the fabric, the delicate thing caressing his lips, the texture tickling him. The scent of your arousal filled his nostrils, the faintest traces of your natural fragrance clinging to the flimsy piece, the taste of your slick making him shudder. His wrist flicked, his hand twisting around his length, his grip firm, the strokes making him squirm. He humped into his palm, a choked sob tumbling from him, the pleasure mounting, his mind going blank. The warmth in his abdomen spread, a familiar tingle making his toes curl, a wave of ecstasy washing over him, his whole body going numb, his cock pulsing with an ever present ache.

"A-ah, ah, ah, a-a-hhh.." His movements became frantic, hips jerking so wildly that his body trembled, his cock twitching, the slit oozing copious amounts of precum, the thick, sticky fluid dribbling down the shaft. "F-fuck, f-f-u-u-uck, ahhh-!" Yuuta's moans grew louder, his whimpers and mewls echoing in the otherwise quiet house, his body spasming as he stood, his legs shaking, knees almost giving out. His wet, sticky fingers left his length, the hand moving up, his palm cupping the tip, preventing his release. He gasped, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his other hand pulling your panties away from his face, a small thread of saliva connecting the cloth to his lips. His hand came up, his thumb brushing over his bottom lip, the digit breaking the thread, a few drops of spit dripping onto his knuckles.

Yuuta took a shaky breath, the hand holding your underwear moving down, his fingers folding the fabric in half, the tips pressing against the damp patch in the crotch, the slick and saliva staining the beautiful garment. He held the cloth against the tip of his cock, the saturated fabric caressing his length, the soft, sheer cotton enveloping him. "Nngh-aah-hh.. yes.." He bucked his hips, his cock sliding between the smooth, silky folds of the lace, every little bump and ridge catching on his sensitive flesh, the sensation exquisite. He let out a strangled gasp, his mouth falling open, his eyes fluttering shut. His hand wrapped around his shaft, his fingers holding the panties, squeezing the soft material, the flimsy fabric molding to his length, conforming to the shape. "O-oh.. f-fuck.." He breathed, a wave of euphoria washing over him, the blissful haze returning. His palm rubbed the tip, his thumb spreading the sticky, viscous fluid all over the head, his fingertips massaging the sensitive flesh. "S-so good.. oh.. oh, yes.. y-yes.." His words were broken up by his moans, his voice raising an octave, the sounds becoming needier, desperate, high pitched, his pitch fluctuating with every movement of his hands. He thrust into the makeshift sleeve, the wet noises filling his ears, the sloshing sounds adding to the erotic nature of the scene.

He felt the coil in his stomach wind tighter and tighter, the pressure building up, his cock feeling all too sensitive. "F-f-ffuck, 'm gonna-a-ah-!" He gasped, his free hand moving to cover his mouth, muffling the obscene noises pouring from him, his shame threatening to take over. "C-cumming.. i'm cum-cumming, angel.. m'c-cu-um-! H..ah..!!" He spoke as if you were there with him, the fantasy making him whine, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. "I'm cumming, baby, I'm cumming-a-ahh, oh god-d-d-d.." His hips bucked wildly, his ass clenching, his thighs quivering, a few tears slipping from the corners of his eyes. The pressure snapped, a burst of pure ecstasy flooding his system, a rush of endorphins making him go numb. He let out a choked sob, a loud, broken moan leaving him, his body jerking as he came, ropes of cum shooting out of him, splattering onto the inside of the panties, the creamy substance soaking the lace and dribbling onto his hand. His hips slowed, a few more spurts of his seed filling the fabric, the pearly goo mixing with the remnants of your arousal, the sticky substance clinging to the threads, sticking to the lace, the mixture of fluids creating a thick, cloudy, milky fluid.

Yuuta pulled his hand away from his mouth, gasping for air, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his breaths coming out in shallow pants. He looked down at the mess, a soft, content sigh escaping him, a small smile forming on his lips. He brought the panties up to his face, pressing the damp, soiled material against his cheek, the action causing the afterglow to hit him harder, a pleasant warmth settling in his core, despite the bashful shame creeping up on him, his mind catching up to his actions. He closed his eyes, his heart fluttering, a light, giddy feeling bubbling up in the pit of his stomach. The smile remained on his lips, the expression soft, serene. "Oh, angel.." He cooed, nuzzling the fabric, his hands clutching it tightly. "I love you.."