꒰੭.🩰ྀི༘ 𝓫𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓪 𑁯

⊱ ─── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─── ⊰ ⊱ ─── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─── ⊰

𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓶𝓮 ˚. ྀིྀི୧❤︎୨ ྀིྀི.˚

𐔌   .  ⋮ 𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖗𝖆 / 𝖇𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖆 𝖌𝖎𝖗𝖑  .ᐟ ₊ ꒱     જ⁀➴  𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓮𝓮𝓷 (\_/)

𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི 𝓲 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓫𝓾𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓮𝓼, 𝓵𝓭𝓻, 𝓫𝓪𝓫𝔂 𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓴, 𝓫𝓪𝓫𝔂 𝓫𝓵𝓾𝓮, 𝓭𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮/ 𝓬𝓸𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮, 𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓶𝓮, 𝓘𝓣, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓨𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓲𝓶! ૮(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ྀིა ♡ 𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི

                          (ⁱ ᵈᵒⁿ ˢᵘᵖᵖᵒʳᵗ ʸᵃⁿᵈᵉᵛꜝ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ )

⊹˚˙♱˙˚⊹ 𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷 ! ♡ 𝓷𝓼𝓯𝔀 .ᐟ

𝓲 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓶 𝓯𝓪𝓷𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓼 𝓼𝓸 𝓮𝓷𝓳𝓸𝔂! 𝓲 𝓭𝓸 𝓱𝓪𝓫 𝓶𝓪𝓳𝓸𝓻 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓬𝓴 𝓽𝓱𝓸 𝓵𝓸𝓵𝔃 ૮(˶╥︿╥)ა 𝓲 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓼𝓶𝓾𝓽, 𝓯𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯, 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓽, 𝓮𝓽𝓬. 𝓘 𝓶𝓸𝓼𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓭𝓸 𝓶𝔁𝓯, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓲 𝓪𝓵𝓼𝓸 𝓭𝓸 𝓯𝔁𝓯 𝓸𝓻 𝓶𝔁𝓶, 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓪𝓼 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱 :3

𝓵𝓾𝓿 𝓾 𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵𝓼 𝓷 𝓫𝓸𝔂𝓼 .ᐟ.ᐟ ><

relief w/ budo masuta! martial arts club leader

budo wasnt a bad guy, honestly. at least that’s what he thought in his head—how he was viewed by others at school. the dark haired boy was always considered to be polite and raised with good manners, as well as having his own enthusiasms and such. though, maybe being too enthusiastic at times.

there was just one thing that made his stomach turn and twist.

he had always been very muscular—staying in shape, eating whatever protein packed shit to keep his gains, even if it tasted awful on his tongue and could barely swallow it. it was better than the guilt that ate up at him during school nights.

or school days. those were always the worst. the thoughts that lingered in the back of his mind as budo tried so hard in his science class to catch up—the flashes of the two parental figures that made him feel not enough some days or too much at times. times where he would just come home from school and his door, hiding in his room or simply not coming home until later in the buraza town night.

sometimes—just sometimes, budo found the martial arts club to be not enough to take his frustrations out as those days ended with him leaving your bedroom by climbing out of your window. it was only supposed to be once, maybe twice if he was feeling like shit, but eventually became a habit he couldn’t quit. some people were addicted to weed, others were addicted to cutting—

budo masuta found himself addicted to your body.

you both didn’t speak much when he found himself there, pulling your panties down and pushing his face between your legs like he was starving. he probably was, he hadn’t tasted anything this good in weeks. his tongue ran down your slit, up and down your wet cunt before going to circle your cute clit in a frenzy. he was in a dreamlike state, like an adrenaline rush that was better than martial arts itself. despite how much he snuck into your room, he always did something different to you.

the first time he snuck in—after you both agreed on letting him stay—he slowly kissed your lips, sucking on your bottom lip before his tongue met yours. and then it became faster, rushed even.

like he just wanted to feel something.

anything.

he made his way to your neck, kissing and licking—nibbling on it before his shaky hands pulled up your shirt. he struggled on unclipping your bra, causing you to laugh a bit. budo awkwardly smiled, yet he hoped you didn’t realize that it was just from how nervous he was. eventually though, he got it, revealing your bare tits. your nipples were already perked up, a nice shade of pink. you could see how his dark eyes widened slightly—not so much in amazement, but in a more subtle appreciating way.

he kneaded them with his hands, playing with the soft flesh as his thumb ran over your sensitive nipple. he noticed your body tense, how your back arch slightly—your mouth open just a bit. the raven started to tease, not in a cruel way—he was just curious. he kept squeezing your tits, thumbs flicking against the buds. his eyes fixated on the sight of your chest before seeing your face, his ears mesmerized by the harsher breaths you let out. budo started to kiss your chest, making his way to his relief as his mouth latched onto your nipple. the feeling made your body tense up, legs aching and your underwear soaking wet. he sucked, he licked at it—swirling his tongue over the pink bud that made you moan in response. he did this the whole time he was there.

after budo left, you wondered why he didn’t want anything done to himself. with a few more visits, you realized it was for him—that he found relief and pleasure in seeing your face when you came—your moans when he licked at your delicious tits, the view he got when stuffing your tight pussy with his huge cock, watching your tits bounce from the movement of his thrusts.

having you on his mind made him less stressed.

(\_/) dividers by —> @angeliicide

WHAT IFFF

henry was in that timeline instead of the 80s??

and the reader being matty’s older sister…

I JUST KNOW IT’S ANGSTY

OKI SO I HAVENT WATCHED IT YET IVE BEEN MEANING TO BUT LIKE IVE BEEN BUSY

IM SO GONNA DO DIS THO OMG ID LUV TO WRITE ABT HIM IN DAT TIMELINE

ignorance

purity was something megamo lost at a very young age, ripped away with prying hands. to his father, he was too hesitant—too scared to give it up and devote worship. he lies on his hands and knees but they shake—they move and stutter in failed devotion. he came through with his task with blood on his hands, yet is still shamed for not being enough. for hesitation. 

“blood runs thicker than water,” he says simply, showing no emotion as the poor boy holds his heart in his shaking hands. thump. thump. thump. it beats, soon to be crushed by the one holding it—young megamo himself. saikous don’t love—they fixate. 

now, with his head in the same hands, trying to focus on the school, he thinks of worship. he thinks of prayer. but not to god, oh no, to one of his angels. the light that shines in the halls with a skirt a little too short and lips a little too pink with gloss. a temptress in disguise, trying to seduce him with a stupid pouty and innocent look on your face. 

he swears he knows what you’re doing, acting oblivious about when he dress codes you. “oh, i’m sorry mr. president! i didn’t know. i can go change right now if you want me to!” you stutter and awkwardly talk to him, while he just gives you that look. typical. he doesn’t know why you upset him so much—your face, your pigtails, your cute appearance—your body. 

“it’s fine, just go and change,” the words are simple, seeming to be meaningless as you smile and leave. it’s outright deceiving as he watches you, too affected by your overall being as he grinds his teeth in his mouth. his thoughts are different than usual, more perverse and distracting—like he can’t focus on his main goal. he sits and sits in his chair, trying to get stuff done but his mind is heavy. his thoughts? overbearing. all he can think about is his little angel in such a short skirt today, acting dumb to get his attention. its frustrating! he knows you’re just trying to distract him, and it’s working! all he can think about is tearing the fabric off your body, piece by piece and revealing his desires. his wants. his needs. 

to loathe is not to love—and maybe, just maybe—this wasn’t love. love took the form of something else. love wasn’t selfish, nor obsession. it wasn’t for one person to give and never receive—nor was it something to fixate on. To focus on. to depend on. to live and breathe it every second of the day. megamo understood that you couldn’t receive too much of it, but you also couldn’t give too much of it away. maybe that’s why he was better without it at all.

saikous don’t love—they fixate. it didn’t take long for megamo to be reminded of that once he started to memorize your schedule. whether its gym class, science, lunch--he's there, acting like he's just supervising his precious school—but hes not. in reality, he’s paying attention to you—watching, listening, focusing. oh, how he hates stalkers but does the exact same thing they’re known for—being a total creep. did you know what he did late at night?..when it was dark n’ cold?..when the heat of want or need was too much?..when he felt like he was burning up n’ needed to get some stress off in bed..? the answer was no, you didn’t. of course you didn’t. nobody did—all they noticed was his even colder mood, bags under his eyes, and the fast scribbling he did before it went, splat! all over his paper from the pressure.

the student council members go quiet—words don’t come out but they speak with their silence. it’s different. it’s too quiet. They don’t know what’s going on, and neither does megamo himself to be honest.

₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ㅤ♡ྀི ₊. ཐི༏ཋྀ

he watched as you ran outside for gym class—your form almost perfect, yet flawed at the same time. like there was something missing to make you run more efficiently. megamo wondered why he was so infatuated with you as the lighter haired boy saw you mess up while baking in the cooking club, a childish mistake if you will. and as you blurted out the wrong answer in math class so confidently, he looked away from you, very conflicted with his emotions.

how could you be so stupid and ignorant, and childish—which was why he liked you so much. he liked the way you giggled awkwardly after getting the answer wrong. he liked the way you failed at getting a simple recipe right. he liked the way you ran and complained about it as you got your form wrong. someone so dumb wasn’t worth megamo’s time, but they were worth being used.

fingers intertwined as his desk shook, loud gasps and slight mumbles being made in the student council room, one of the few days where the meeting was cancelled due to reasons unknown. the lighter haired boy found relaxation as his fat cock hit every right spot in your soaking wet pussy. megamo wasn’t used to feeling so good as he pushed his dick in and out of you—letting out stutters and praises, stuff he never would have done.

"oohhhh, fuucckkkk..m..mmmn.." the whine made your lip quiver, the noise going straight to your pussy. you never expected the student council president to say stuff like this, but no one did either. his fingers went slowly down to your clit, pressing down on it enough, rubbing in circles to stimulate you.. "..ahhhn..-"

"f..felt good, yeahhh..?" he didnt need to ask. he already knew from how you sounded as he was hitting it from the back, using your hole while he played with your pretty pink bundle of nerves.

just angst ! ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

atelophobia

the fear of imperfection. the fear of never being good enough.

the word 'perfect' was something in itself. it looked clean, put together—a random seven letter word that made people flattered when being described as such. to some, it was a compliment—something nice to say to someone. To others, it was an expectation, the bare minimum. to all, it was something people strived to be, even if everyone had their flaws. 'no one's perfect,' was a saying you'd hear from a normal person. normal. 

but nobody really wanted to be normal, right? he couldn't process it, thinking of himself so highly for so long. highly wasn't the right word for it. it didnt fit, he could make it try, stretching out the fabric—tearing stitch after stitch, the thing he had worked so hard on. no matter how hard he tried, it couldn't. he didn't think of himself to be 'highly'—he wanted to be highly. he pushed himself to be the best of the best, but it was never enough—it’d never compare to the expectation.

reality would never compare.

but he still tried, even if the constant pressure of being extraordinary left his body sore—his head aching, muscles tensed. the experience left a bitter taste in his mouth, not like a weird after taste or the nagging feeling of a temporary sore throat—it was an overwhelming taste of guilt. of sadness. of doubt. of disappointment—the constant fear he’ll be second place for the rest of his life. soon, the competition just left him tripping off the pedestal, getting upset over simple mistakes and causing newer, more bigger ones.

after all, a normal person can only take so much. because that’s all they’ll ever be. normal. average. second place.

absolutely!!! I frickin’ luv dis idea n’ hav been wanting to work on it for a bit now. I luv how megamo is perceived n’ how his character is portrayed by the fans and in the male rivals video!! ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

I really luv dis idea n’ would luv to write dis, especially with the sweet and kind reader! I would probably make dis really smutty though, since most of the student council would like to share but get very possessive anyway. ૮(⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)ྀིა

you can request anyone but i would prefer the rivals, raibaru, budo, taro, ayano/ayato! as well as da delinquents, student council, and bullies! ໒(≧ᗜ≦)ྀི১

i mostly write fem!reader x male rivals, but i do fem!reader x female rivals, fem!reader x delinquents, fem!reader x fem/male student council aswell!! as for 1980’s mode, its da same! I mostly do nsfw, but not for hanako yamada, or any minors! ૮(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ྀིა ♡