✧ ﾟ— Mirah, Black, 9teen, Her/she! Chubby Sanrio Enthusiasts, Acrylic Nail Lover, Pretty Pink Princess,

Love in a cubicle! pt.1

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AN: Have I ever written on here? No. Am I scared? YES VERY 😭😭. idk what to say other than enjoy I guess.

TW: Horribly written, contains thou of homos 😭

Kunikida x Dazai fluff

Kunikida sat at his desk, meticulously organizing files and trying to focus on his work. However, his thoughts kept drifting to Dazai, his enigmatic coworker. The way Dazai's laughter echoed in the office, the subtle glances they shared during meetings – it all left Kunikida feeling a warmth he couldn't ignore.

As deadlines loomed, Kunikida found himself partnering with Dazai on various projects. Late nights at the office turned into moments of shared silence, broken only by the clicking of keyboards and the occasional exchange of ideas. Kunikida admired Dazai's creativity and unique perspective on problem-solving, yet he struggled to articulate the growing feelings within him.

One day, after a particularly challenging assignment, Dazai suggested grabbing dinner together. Kunikida hesitated but agreed, his heart pounding with anticipation.

The evening unfolded in a mix of laughter, shared stories, and a comfortable companionship that Kunikida had never experienced before.As weeks passed, Kunikida grappled with his emotions. He found solace in writing in his notebook, attempting to make sense of the conflicting thoughts and the undeniable attraction he felt towards Dazai.

He questioned societal norms and his own preconceived notions, realizing that love wasn't bound by traditional expectations.Summoning courage, Kunikida decided to share his feelings with Dazai.

They met at a quiet park, surrounded by the soft glow of city lights. Kunikida stumbled through his confession, revealing the depth of his emotions. To his surprise, Dazai listened with a gentle smile, his eyes reflecting understanding.In that moment, the weight lifted from Kunikida's shoulders.

Dazai confessed that he, too, had been wrestling with similar emotions. They decided to explore this new chapter together, navigating the complexities of their burgeoning relationship while continuing to support each other at work.

Their colleagues soon noticed the change in dynamics but embraced it, realizing that love knows no boundaries. Kunikida and Dazai's journey became an inspiration for acceptance and authenticity, proving that sometimes, the heart chooses paths that defy conventional expectations.

i love this song https://open.spotify.com/track/5kfNriitmkNE8mUbZ7gbq8?si=ABipdw_BQqygrGqFEGPcEA and musician eren so why not combine them 🤭

everybody known eren is a rapper but my man got vocals too!! so imagine him writing this song about like an early y/n like in the early stages of their relationship. basically eren releases the song (it’s on an album or something) and everybody thinks it’s some club anthem because of the title- in my head eren has his music loved down ; ain’t nobody hearing until it’s ready!! it’s really this emotional piece about y/n.

this was probably the longest thing i put in cherry’s ask box but i just wanted to say my piece yall 😭

baeee!! This was beautiful. I swear you feed my delusions so well. 🥹 and this songgg?? I love it. I imagine this is how it came to be too..

tw: angst, mentions of childhood trauma, more reverb spoilers, weed and alcohol use

living a busy lifestyle on the road, going from city to city..state to state trying to make a name for yourself wasn’t easy. Your journey to stardom was one consistent of hard work, faith and sadly, a lot of tears. It wasn’t often that you had the chance to sit down and reflect on your past. But tonight, you found yourself in the one place that felt like a safe haven..around the one person you found solace in to freely confide in about your problems..

“It was the night of my first performance with the girls and I wanted to go run to the phone…tell my granny that I finally did it. But I couldn’t…I felt so fucking stupid. I think I spent an hour crying on the floor of that damn dressing room. Didn’t want anybody bothering me..”

(Y/N)‘s feet swayed freely in the crystalline pool waters, kicking alongside another set of legs underneath the pale moonlight. Stars glistening in the dark sky like a blanket; hovering above your head. But the hand holding your own was what gave you the strength to finish telling such a heartbreaking story. Your longtime friend and new partner, EJ The Don..at least as the world knew him. But to you? He was just Eren and that was all he ever wanted. Was for someone to see him for who he truly was. And the feeling was reciprocated. So the two of you were sitting outside, as you had done many nights before and just reflected on your past lives. All the things and experiences that led you to where you were today.. blunts illuminated around you and unfinished bottle of wine. Honestly, it was the easiest way to cope with sharing your feelings. Something that didn’t come easy. But with him listening along, you felt more at ease and comfortable..so the words flowed as did the tears you had been holding in.

“..my mama didn’t even congratulate me. Hadn’t seen that lady in years. Hell, I didn’t even know who she was until two years ago but the first thing from her mouth when I went back to my old hood was ‘think you can loan me some money?’ What kind of shit is that?”

he had never seen you so open and you had never been this vulnerable with anyone in your life. It was a new experience for the both of you. In a way, you felt ashamed..that maybe he’d view you in a different light after airing out your dirty laundry. Even though he left home of his own volition, he still grew up in a stable environment. You guys were from opposite sides of the tracks but even so he didn’t judge! And when you tried to apologize for your past, he’d clutch your hand tighter; placing a kiss to your temple before rubbing his thumb across your cheek.

“What are you sorry for? Something out of your control? I love you for who you are now and I’m grateful that you shared all of this with me. Stop apologizing for shit you couldn’t help.”

it was such a refreshing change from all the men you’ve encountered in the past. He didn’t show it that night but every word you said to Eren stuck with him. From the pain of losing the one guardian you’d had in your entire life to the toxic relationship with your estranged parents and even your stint of having to do things you weren’t proud of just to avoid sleeping on the streets. It wasn’t sunshine and rainbows for you, hence why you smiled so much now. Gracious for the life you had built. Even so, his heart ached for you..he wanted to cry knowing that such a beautiful woman with an even more beautiful heart had to endure such hardship. It pained him to not be able to find the right words to express how truly sorry and empathetic he was of your situation. How could he? Here he was some kid from Jersey who grew up well off while you were on the other side of the tracks suffering. He felt he had no right to speak on you or the things you’d overcome. But he couldn’t help himself….long after you had gone home; sitting up in his studio with his pen and pad, trying to come up with a new track. Like he had done so many times before when the woes of insomnia had kept him awake. He’d scribble a few things here and there..nothing sticking. That was until he thought about you…so helplessly crying in front of him. In that moment, he felt so weak; unable to tell you what you needed to hear. But he hoped to atone with his next gesture. Reaching over into the corner, he’d retrieve his guitar. An instrument only used in a few tracks of his but one he enjoyed playing the most. Strumming along, he’d hum a melody..closing his eyes to get a feel for what he was playing. That’s when it’d all start to click.

‘They don’t care like I do..’

from there, every lyric, harmony and melody flowed freely like the tears from his eyes when he pictured his precious girl, his princess in such a horrible situation. Scared, alone and afraid..he wrote it with everything he had in him. Pouring his heart out into that paper and microphone as he played the tune on his Fender. Singing to his hearts content as he had not done in a long time. He recorded it that same night and although, he knew it’d become lost in the shuffle of the other more upbeat tracks on his album, EJ gladly placed it in the middle of the playlist. Hoping that if it reached no one else in this world, that it’d find its way to the one person who inspired it. It was while you were out with your girls, tossing back drinks and laughing at a downtown lounge when it first debuted on radio. Months after the album had come out and he was long on tour across the country. Everyone instantly loved it, even making remarks of how they didn’t know your ‘man’ could sing like that. But as you hummed along to the beat, you couldn’t help but become emotional as you took in the intense lyrics. Realizing that they hit a little too close to home. It took everything in you not to break down right there. But it only further proved how blessed you were to have him in your life.

I hope you’re listening, (y/n). Wherever you are…I hope you can hear me. Hear how much I love you..

no no see, domesticity IS hot. how intimate it is to make food with someone, to share a bed, to brush your teeth at the same sink, to shower and use the same towels and the same laundry soap, to grocery shop and hold hands through the aisles, to be cornered in the kitchen to make out while a pot of pasta boils over on the stove. to fall asleep and hear them snoring softly and laugh at the little trail of drool out of the corner of their mouth. to spend money together and share chores and pick on each other for your weird habits. it's not always perfect and beautiful, but it's comfortable and familiar and I just think it's neat.

to all my brown skin girls……. don’t ever let anyone tell you you can’t pull off a certain colour bc it doesn’t “compliment your skin tone”. it’s all a fuckin lie. you are BEAUTIFUL and you should rock any damn colour you want

Satoru.

Sug—

do with this as you please bb😋,ony def gives me switch vibes like..the type snatch you up and fuck your shit up for having a attitude but when you ride him or let him munch on your pum pum or suck on his dick he will literally worship you nd become a whimperin,babblin,nd moanin mess..OUU I CANTT IM GEEKINN..literally need him so bad

ony was pissed when you first began. having your legs pushed back to your ears fucking his fat cock deep into your walls, while pinching your clit just a little. “slut ass” passed his lips when his head was thrown back, teeth bitting into the juicy lip. his mistake was allowing you to ride him, you had him comfortable- so comfortable to the point that tears started to come from his eyes when they went crossed. you stood on your toes moving your ass up and down, hips twirling and pussy clenching while gushing out the already mixed cum that was inside of you. “like that ony?” you teased using the pads of your thumbs to push down on his hard brown nipples. “f-fuck mama! c-cut that shit outooo” he hadn’t noticed you had hopped off of him going right to gagging on his dick spit and cum dripping onto his thighs. you licked up the mess you made rubbing his balls together quickly bringing him to another orgasm. that night dom ony became your sweet baby boy who sucked your nipple to fall into a deep slumber

Eren discovering Ebony Porn?

✎Pokko is typing...✎

He’s itching to bust a nut, plopping down in his gaming chair before pulling his dick out of his pants, and there it is, right there on his porn hub home page. The thumbnail is what gets him, a big brown oiled-up ass and Eren strokes his dick, he grips it right after because he simply has to see what all the hype of a million views was about. The video starts off typically, a random hand rubbing oil all over the woman’s ass and yeah, it’s okay so Eren starts to lazily stroke his cock, up and down, up and down but then she starts to do something with that ass he’s never seen before.

She starts making that ass clap and Eren’s tightening his hand around his shaft, green eyes trained intently on his phone screen as he strokes his dick a little faster and her ass moves like jello. She has tattoos. Tattoos that make him dizzy every time her oiled-up ass cheeks bounce off of one another, flashing that heavy pussy at him before starting all over again, and six minutes of ass worship later Eren can’t believe he’s busted a healthy gooey nut already.

It’s all over his hand, all over his pants and Eren decides to go again. He presses the replay button, skipping along to the part he likes and he’s mesmerized all over again. He’s beating his dick up and down, rubbing his palm over his wet tip round and round and he hasn’t even gotten halfway through before he gives it to her again, hot and runny all over his phone screen. Eren’s out of breath, of course, he’s out of breath and he knows he’s onto something dangerous.

He has to go again, it’s only fair that he go again and he wants to see more of that. Eren wants to see more of whatever she was doing with that ass and at first, he gets the tags all wrong, he searches the wrong shit and he ends up on the weird side of pornhub but he’s tingling when he finds it and soon it’s taken over all of his free time.

Gifs upon gifs of ebony girls bouncing their big brown cakes in his face, videos upon videos of those pretty black girls getting pounded and some asses are darker than others, pussy’s so fat and sweet Eren has to bookmark all of them. He has to save them for later, he has to watch it again and these ebony girls don’t have pink pussy’s, at least he doesn't think so, and it perplexes him. It keeps his green eyes glued to the screen in curiosity and his dick jumps in his hand. His balls tighten and when the ebony spinner on his screen spreads her dark pussy lips for the camera, showing him her wet pink clit and he busts all over her. Eren groans as he paints his phone screen with his thick semen again.

After he finishes wiping his phone screen off Eren finds out he likes the doggystyle ebony videos the most but he has to type in “Ebony Backshots” to find the really good videos. The videos where the ebony girls cream and scream. The videos where she’s gripping the sheets, throwing that ass back with a thunderous clap and Eren’s heart can’t take it when she says, “It hurts daddy, ooo, it hurts-”

“-Jesus,” His heart can’t take it and Eren slams his phone down onto his computer desk before he jizzes on the floor between his legs and he’s not proud of it. He’s not proud of the daddy kink he’s developing as he replays that exact part, listening to her say, “It hurts daddy, ooo, it hurts,”, over and over and over again and her pussy’s so wet, it’s so creamy on that dick and Eren’s cringing as he cums, curling his toes up and wrinkling his nose and of course he watches it again.

The pov videos where they just get straight to the fucking are the best, the petite ebonies are good, the bbw ebonies are great but Eren loves the thick ebonies the most and it’s the absolute worst when he stumbles upon what he thinks will be a good video, but it’s tainted with a man that won’t shut up or fuck her right. It’s the absolute worst when the stroke game is weak and she has to overcompensate with those obviously fake moans. It’s the worst because Eren gets angry, he knows he shouldn’t get angry but he gets angry because which man in his right mind wouldn’t snatch that ass up, press an arch into that smooth back, and clap those fat brown cheeks like his life depended on it?

Eren would, Eren knows he would. God, Eren knows for a fact he’d tear some ebony pussy up if given the chance. It’s all he can think about and he has to squeeze the base of his dick real tight so he doesn’t cum right then and there and he’s in too deep when he finds out they’re on onlyfans too. He’s unsubscribed from all of his old favorites and he knows all the sites to spend Grisha's money on.

Before long he knows all the good ebony cam girls and he leaves them all a tip, fifteen or twenty if he cums extra hard, nothing too crazy. If he’s feeling generous he’ll buy things off their wish lists for them, and he finds himself sending one cam girl way too many gifts. Of course he doesn’t stop, he buys her more gifts because it’s not her fault. It’s not her fault she’s got a tight, pretty-looking asshole with one of the creamiest pussy’s he’s seen in a while. It’s not her fault she sucks that dildo with so much passion he feels it through the screen, jesus, it’s not her fault, it could never be her fault.