Tahojiki - Ara !

Forgot I drew femjow :O

Family(?) To celebrate 6k on Twitter lol

sunflowers and lilies

Synopsis: One day, Nejire receives an envelope, the labeling on which indicates that it contains highly sensitive information for their eyes only. Nejire opens the envelope, and inside is a short, affectionate, handwritten love letter from Y/N.

Pairing: Nejire Hado x Fem!Y/N

Tag list: @belovedhoon

CW: None just my usual WLW fluff for Hado I love her so much.

It was the weekend when the idea struck you. You've heard of several classmates confessing to their crushes via love letters. You weren't one to run up to your crush and shout your love for them at the top of your lungs so you decided on doing the latter. You sat at your messy desk, staring at a picture of you, Nejire, Tamaki, and Mirio at your 2nd-year prom. Your arm hung around her waist loosely, the blush on your cheeks forever captured as the two of you were close to each other.

You began scribbling away on the piece of paper. You were always adept at creative writing and poems, so you figured you would try it for Nejire.

'The soft sound of the rain cascading down against the glass panes and metal roof filled the silence. The only light was from the covered windows, a soft glow of city life. In this small space, we built our own little sanctuary. I watch you wordlessly. The rise and fall of your chest, how your eyelids tremble ever so slightly as you rest. Gently, I run my fingers through your hair, while you sleep. 'I love you,' The words echo in the back of my mind as I smile softly. You look so peaceful.'

You instantly began blushing at the words on the paper staring back at you. Tearing the paper from the notebook, you crumbled it up and groaned as you tossed it to your waste bin. This was going to be harder than you thought. Deciding to take a break from it, you stood up and left your dorm. Food could fuel your thoughts. Your legs took you to the common area where there was a kitchenette.

Unbeknownst to you, Mirio had gone into your room looking for you. Instead, he saw the balled-up paper in your bin as it was the only thing there. He leaned over, picked up the paper, and unfolded it. He always knew of your crush on Nejire, and his eyes widened reading the words on the paper. You were thinking of confessing to her. But seeing the confession in the trash made him sad. He smoothed the wrinkles from the paper as he folded it neatly, putting it in an envelope he stole from your desk and a sticker to seal it shut.

Making sure the coast was clear, he slipped the letter under Hado's dorm room, knowing she was studying there. The sound of rustling caught Hado's attention as she turned from her desk, noticing the envelope on her floor. She walked over to it, picking it up. The letter had no name or anything written on the ivory envelope so she opened it. Her eyes widened seeing the lily and sunflower stationery paper she had bought you as a gift.

Knowing it was from you, she read it. Hado's heart fluttered reading the words written specifically for her. Or so that's what she thought. Why else was it in her room? She held the letter tightly to her chest, as she opened her door to run out and find you. However, it was short-lived as she crashed into you, sending you two to the floor. At first, you were a bit annoyed, about to shout at however it was. But noticing it was Nejire, you immediately apologized.

She helped you pick up the snacks you grabbed from the pantry, and you grabbed the paper she dropped. You stood up, looking at the paper, then your blood went cold noticing it was the letter you wrote to her earlier. She saw your expression, and she put her hands up. "Wait-wait! Before you say anything!" You decided to suppress the urge to jump out the nearby window as you heard her out.

She took the paper back, looking down at it. She nervously fidgeted with it as a red blush appeared on her cheeks. She looked up at you with her royal blue eyes. Your heart skipped a beat as she looked at you so tenderly.

"Y/N...I love you too.."

Commission

Friends.

Starring: Grimmjow x f!reader;

Format: one-shot;

Warnings: nsfw, creampie, vaginal sex, rough sex, unprotected sex, complicated relationship, mention to alcohol, friends to lovers, dom!Grimmjow, sub!reader, slight angst, mutual paining, feelings, forbidden relationship;

Plot: you were not even supposed to be friends, yet you enjoyed his company. That summer things changed, though. After some alcoholic kisses, you crossed the line. Every single time you were tangled into the bedsheets of a bed, you told yourself it was the last time. What a foolish rule not to do it again. The truth was some mistakes were bound to be repeated and this one was not an exception.

Track: Friends — Chase Atlantic, “Tell me we’re not just friends, this doesn’t make much sense, no”.

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The rain pattered steadily against the window of your bedroom, a loud thunder exploding outside, as your cheek was pressed against the puffy lilac pillow you were clutching at tightly to brace yourself. Those, however, were not the only sounds piercing your ears.

Your breath was uneven, your lips were parted as you moaned softly for the way he was thrusting into you from behind. His chiseled abs, sweaty, contracted, were grazing the smooth skin of your arched back. His fingers were gripping your hips with an animalistic desire as he tried to increase the pace a tad more. Now, as you squeezed your eyes shut and isolated yourself from the rest of the world, the only sound you could hear were his raspy groans.

“Fuck” he cussed, one of his hand flying up to latch around the back of your neck and keep you in place.

It was too much. You were getting addicted to this and you knew you should have not even started. You blamed it on the beers you were sipping on that summer night at the lake, but it was just an excuse you had made up to feel less guilty about it all. Your friendship was ruined, inevitably.

The drunk giggles, the dirty comments he made and the way you let him hook his hands underneath your thighs to settle you onto the wooden fence bording the shore were just the beginning of it.

His spiky light-blue hair were stuck on his forehead, as he grunted at the way your inner walls were clenching around him so perfectly. You were made for him. You should have been his, you were his. The thought of you hanging around with other men, with Ichigo’s gang, truly irked him. However, he was in no position to retaliate. You were not his girlfriend. You were his bloody friend.

“Hold on, I’m almost there” he huskily said, leaning down towards your ear to let his hot breath fan your earlobe. He knew you loved it, he knew you could not resist him, especially when he was so deep into you.

You whined, your foreteeth sinking onto your lower lip as you tried not to make too much noise. He knew how to read your body, he knew you were on the verge of unraveling under his attentive, piercing blue eyes. You were so beautiful writhing underneath him.

His hand slided down between your parted, trembling thighs, searching for your bundle of nerves. It was so filthy, the moan that ripped out of your chest as he overstimulated you made you feel so ashamed of yourself. He had truly ruined you. Some droplets of sweat, falling from his forehead, ran down the curve of his nose and splashed onto the middle of your back.

“Grimmjow…” you whimpered his name, as his thrusts got sloppier and your knuckles turned white for your tight grip on the pillow. It was too good to be true, too unrealistic to last forever.

You reached your climax as he growled in pleasure, his sharp fangs biting down onto the tender crook of your neck, while he filled you up so deliciously. Panting, he stayed still into you to make sure not a single drop of his seed got to waste. It was his way to mark you, to remind you that you could try to fight it, ignore the connection you had, but your body belonged to him. No one made you feel the way he did.

You exhaled sharply, your droopy eyes fluttering open as you came to terms with what you two had just done for the umpteenth time. You wanted to rip yourself to shreds for being so stupid, but you did not. It was useless anyway. You had not idea of what you two had become, but you were far away from being friends.

As he pulled out of you and collapsed tiredly on the empty side of your bed, Grimmjow scoffed “Come on, say it again” he taunted you, his eyes scrutinizing the ceiling to entertain himself in the aftermaths of the recent events.

A stab through your heart would have probably hurt you less than his words.

You sat up, helping yourself to kneel onto the bed by pushing your drained body up with your elbows. You were glad he could not see your face in the dark room, because your eyes would have betrayed you right away. Your mouth was dry as you stared at your shaky hands planted onto the mattress. The silence swallowing you two was deafening.

“We need to stop. We are friends” you simply mumbled, not daring to dart your eyes on him.

Grimmjow sighed “You don’t really want this to end. If you did, you wouldn’t let me fuck you stupid every single time we meet” he pointed out, resting his arms behind his head as he directed his eyes on the nightsky outside your window.

It was still pouring, the wind blowing fiercely making some brenches of the tree tap onto the glass of the window.

“Stop it” you breathed out, clenching your fists in frustration.

“We used to watch movies, play video games and do some other shit friends do together, before we started this. Can’t you see it? Something’s changed and you need to stop being a coward” he blurted out bitterly, sitting up too to take a better look at you.

You seemed so fragile, so troubled by admitting that you and Grimmjow used to be friends. That was right, your friendship belonged to the past. Now you were something else.

“We are still friends, it’s not too late to make this stop!” you retorted, shifting your position to hide yourself from him. Yet, Grimmjow was not going to drop the argument. He was not done at all.

In a swift motion, he reached his hand towards you and grasped your jaw firmly. Your head was forced to whip towards him and your eyes finally met for the first time, since he crossed the threshold of your bedroom that night. He stayed silent for several seconds, watching the way your lower lip quivered and your eyes seemed to sparkle under the dim moonlight seeping from the window. Your eyes were teary.

“Cut the crap. Friends don’t fuck. I might be a dick, an insensitive brute, but I know that too” he said sternly, his fingernails digging onto your cheeks enough to make you stiffen, but not to leave marks onto the flesh.

He was right.

Once again, you struggled to spit out a single word and you felt your breath get shallow. A tear ran down your cheek and you felt Grimmjow’s grip on your jaw loosen, until he eventually dropped it and you quickly wiped the tear away.

“You know I like you. — you started, your voice merely audible as you swallowed the lump in your throat to finally confront him — But I’m scared. This is wrong. We were not even supposed to be friends, let alone start a relationship” you reasoned, hoping he would understand.

Perhaps, he did. However, he was not going to agree at all. He never had anything good in his life. Feelings were a foreign thing he had overheard some people talk about, when he roamed down the streets in search for nothing but valid opponents. Then he had met you. Now, for some wicked reason, he could not let you go.

“I cannot believe it. It’s because of them, isn’t it? You are ready to throw what we have away for the sake of your fucking friends. I can see it in your eyes” he fired back, standing up quickly and running his slender, calloused fingers through his messy hair.

Sorrow. Waves of nausea. Pain.

You had never seen Grimmjow act like that and it was your fault.

“Grimmjow—” you tried to say, but he cut you off abruptly, but grasping your ankle and dragging you to the edge of the bed.

You yelped, your eyes widening even so slightly as he hovered over you, your noses touching as he captured your lips into a fervent kiss. You returned it as soon as his lips met yours, your arms hanging loosely around his shoulders as you let him take every last shred of pride left in you.

“You know what? Fuck your friends. I need you” he whispered, breaking the kiss, before he bit your swollen, bottom lip and tugged at it softly to assert his dominance over you.

It was a bloody mess, but you could not deny yourself the bliss of having him in your life. As you let him have his way with you again that night, you maoned his name in a different way.

You wanted him, nothing else mattered.

miritama pixel things because nobody will ever edit them some .

the way tamaki looks so intently at Mirio... i know what you are

Teheheheh finally got the photocards I ordered and ofc I just had to make a cinnamoroll themed one of Grimmjow for my cinnamoroll card holder (＾⁠3⁠＾) also used the same overlay I made for Bronya as well and awgshh my daughter is just sooo precious with that overlay

Digital version :33

idk what powers they were expecting apples would give Tamaki lmao that’s better than nothing i guess??

(from team up mission ch 19)

Tamaki is literally my only anime crush 😭 and then you write for him 🫶

Can we have yan Tamaki hcs? I don’t know if you write yan or not

ANYTHING FOR U MILLY!! I have not written yandere before so ill try my best ;3 (sorry if it sucks)

CW: soft yandere?? nothing to crazy just a bit of stalking and sexual fantasies, sub coded Tamaki, praise, and degradation.

First and foremost, this man is the epitome of shy. I mean, seriously, he blends in pretty well, never going out of his way to bring attention to himself. And he totally plays that to his advantage. You'll catch him subtly trailing after you, taking mental notes of your every move, even down to the exact time you do things. He insists it's for your protection, unwilling to acknowledge to himself just how unsettling his behavior is. If you're into coffee, he's got your order and the precise moment you grab it each morning memorized.

And he's definitely strategic about it. Say he knows you tend to stroll over to the library after classes, he'll just happen to "accidentally" cross paths with you during his "routine afternoon jog."

But don't expect him to strike up a conversation just yet. No, instead, he's content to admire you from a distance, pulling all the stops to catch your eye without saying a word.

Oh, and let's talk about compliments. This guy eats those up like candy. Anytime you praise him for his heroics or strength, his elf-like ears turning bright red, stumbling over his words to thank you.

He gets oddly possessive if he catches you chatting with any other guy, especially if it's Mirio. In his mind, he's already picturing you two planning the wedding. But, of course, he's way too timid to voice any of that. Instead, he'll just retreat to a quiet corner, silently brooding, hoping you'll notice he's upset without him having to say a word.

I can just tell physical touch is his weakness. You'll find him "accidentally" bumping into you, using any excuse to press his body against yours just to get by, or letting his hands brush against yours as he hands you something. All those little moments of contact? Yeah, he's definitely not immune to those.

Growing up, he was never one to show much interest in girls. Crushes were foreign to him, until you came along. Your laughter at his silly jokes alone was enough to make his head spin. He craved the rush of dopamine and nerves he felt when he was around you, wanting more with each passing moment. Eventually, he took things too far.

Following you home was undoubtedly one of the most reckless actions he had ever taken, and predictably, he got caught. Even if you did return feelings for him, your initial response would be to scold him for his invasive behavior.

He feels remorseful, tears falling down his red cheeks, but the attention you're suddenly giving him weakens his knees. It's a revelation to him that he also enjoys being degraded by you. Suddenly, all he can think about is you tugging on his long locks and calling him nothing but a toy for your own pleasure.

That is when he starts experiencing wet dreams about you. Humping his pillow in his sleep as he moans your name, along with little gasps and sighs. At the same time, he is wetting his underwear with an embarrassing amount of cum. Never once did he feel so perverted and horny, but he's too caught up in the moment to worry about it.

She can't forget her smile.