summerimaushi

[summerimaushi]

Can I request smth with Shinsou noticing his crush/friend who’s reserved like him looks noticeably down lately? She’s usually open towards him but she’s been tearing up about everything and barely talking to him. When he confronts her she starts crying. It turns out family from her dad’s side is trying to be in her life suddenly and it overwhelms her to see so many people wanting to talk to her? I would write it myself but.... you know; please and thank you if you get to this(*´◒`*)

;LKJAL;KDSJFS I LOST MY FIRST DRAFT OF THIS LETS HOPE THIS SECOND VERSION TURNS OUT OK-

Shinsou was a pretty observant guy. Maybe it stemmed from listening out for harsh words and shitty assumptions made behind his back before attending UA, or maybe he was trying to make up for the raw offensive abilities his quirk lacked by being hyper aware of his surroundings. Either way, few things flew by him unnoticed. 

Shifts in your behavior, included. 

You were always quiet, but he didn’t mind. Honestly, Shinsou enjoyed the silence more than he’d care to admit. He became well-versed in reading your posture and having small conversations without a single word spoken between the two of you. He enjoyed those small moments, though he’d never be so openly candid about it. 

When your shoulders drooped down with a sigh, he noticed. When your mouth thinned at an innocent question, he noticed. When you came up with sudden plans to skip out on your usual meetings, he noticed. He could see the mental downpour weighing you down, like heavy rain echoing off a metal roof that slid down the well-worn ridges down to the ground puddles below. 

When your eyes were red and puffy despite how well you tried to hide them under extra concealer, he noticed.

He swore he’d never use his quirk on you, trusting that you’d tell him if something was wrong…but maybe you needed a push in the right direction. 

Soft music swept through his room on his phone as the two of you read your respective textbooks. Your knees were pulled up into your chest like a cocoon on his bed while Shinsou sat on the opposite end, ankles crossed and eyes down turned to the blurring text on the page. 

He couldn’t concentrate, not with your obvious shifting indicating something on your mind. 

“Hey,” he called out, interrupting the music. You didn’t answer. “What’s been bugging you lately?” No use in shooting around the bush when being direct seemed like the best approach. 

You pulled your knees up higher, the textbook blocking your face, fingers tight around the plastic binding. Shinsou scowled, closing his own book to burrow his glare at your stubbornness through the glossy pages. “Just tell me what the hell is going on. I just-”

It was then he noticed your shoulders shaking as a hitched sob escaped you before silence echoed loudly in the room, drowning out the music. You sniffled, trying to hide it poorly, and guilt immediately ate at him for being pissed. Still, he wanted you to be honest, not hold whatever the hell was wrong inside - that wasn’t healthy. He knew from experience. 

“It’s just…I dunno what to do.” You hiccuped while trying to control your crying, finally putting down your book. Shinsou grabbed a box of tissues from his desk and handed it over stiffly, not wanting to startle you. 

“Well, I can’t give advice is I don’t know what’s wrong.” He sat patiently for you to calm down enough to continue speaking. 

“My dad…you know about all of that already. I don’t really know any of his side of his family. They were never around, just ghosts I heard whispered sometimes. Now a bunch of them, basically strangers to me, have barged in like they own the place! They want to know about my life, about me, talking to me like they know me when they don’t. I just…I needed some alone time, because they’re always around. Like the eyes of waiting predators waiting to strike when my guard is down.” 

You breathed in and out slowly after releasing that little rant of word vomit. Shinsou sat silently, unsure of what to do or say in this specific situation. 

“It’s just been our small family until now…I’m not used to so many people. Things are too loud, too crowded. I’ve never felt claustrophobia until now. It makes me want to just run away and hide…which I guess is what I’ve sorta been doing to you.” Your own guilt shined in your eyes before you looked away, avoiding Shinsou’s concerned stare. 

He wanted to comfort you, to do something, but getting too close too quickly seemed like the exact opposite of what you wanted. “Usually I feel like I have something to say, something to offer…but all I can say now is things will get better. Maybe they won’t be around forever, or they’ll take a hint and leave you alone until you feel comfortable enough to let them in. One step at a time.”

Your head lay on your knees, staring off at nothing in particular with eyes unfocused and glossy. “I know…I should just tell them to leave me alone, but I can hardly get a word in edgewise. I just wish they’d shut up for a while. It gets too loud to think.”

“Well,” Shinsou started. “I can’t fix other people…I mean, unless I use my quirk on them, but let’s not go the route of getting them to dance right back to where they came from just yet.” You looked at him, hopeful, eager for any words of encouragement or advice. “If you need a quiet place to stay, you can always hang out there. I’m a pretty shit conversationalist, if you haven’t noticed.”

That got a small laugh out of her, at least. “Yeah, you kind of are. Hm, thanks, Shinsou. I didn’t mean to close up around you…everything just got under my skin. But now that you know, maybe it won’t be so bad.”

Everyone needed a little peace and quiet, sometimes. 

[summerimaushi]

𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑐𝑒 𝐿𝑒𝑒 𝐹𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑥 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑆𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑦𝐾𝑖𝑑𝑧❤️‍🔥💋🥰

[summerimaushi]

Weakness

Apparently, I’m in an Iwaizumi mood tonight.

“Slight” NSFW ahead!

Iwaizumi;

Iwa is entirely unaware of this little fetish of yours.

But you could never forget the way his arms bulged during an arm wrestling match back in high school.

Shit that’s half the reason you started dating him.

While there were many standout things about Iwaizumi Hajime,

the way his veins looked like they wanted to break free of his taut skin was high on that list.

Having those massive, strong arms wrapped around you was an instant turn on.

Especially if the two of you were home, just relaxing on the couch after a long day at work

And you’re all snuggled up in his side with his arm draped over your shoulder or your waist

Subconsciously, your finger tips would trace over every, little bulging vein

The touch that you give turns him on

Half the time, you guys don’t even make it to the bedroom of your cozy little apartment

There is no room for debate, Iwa is not allowed to wear a shirt while y’all are fucking.

Not that he’s complaining or ever asked for a reason, but it’s always the first thing to go.

He notices other weird little things that you do during sex.

If he’s taking you from behind, you absolutely lose it if his arms are wrapped around you.

One arm wrapped just over your chest with his hand gripping your shoulder while the other secures you in place

Your eyes always drift down just to see the strain in his skin, his bright blue veins screaming against it.

Missionary, you always gravitate towards holding his biceps—feeling the way the muscles tighten under your touch 🤤

Riding him? The best. As opposed to the usual pinning of the wrist, you holding him down by his forearms, watching as his veins become more prominent from him clenching his fists because all he wants to do is touch you.

“Always with the arms with you.” He grumbles out one night while the two of you are cuddled up on the couch again.

“Hm? Don’t you know that’s why I wanted to date you back in high school?”

“My arms?” He sputters in disbelief.

“What can I say? Veiny arms are hot. They’re like, a shining symbol of strength. They just do it for me.”

“...can I just do you instead?”

Kuroo;

Kuroo, on the other hand, knows you love his arms.

And he loves to tease and taunt you with that fact.

He knows exactly what to wear to get you riled up—didn’t matter if the two of you were staying in or going out.

Kuroo takes full advantage of your little fetish.

Casual outings always warranted him to wear thin, tight henley’s with three-quarter sleeves that ended just past his elbow.

The perfect cut-off to give you a clear view of the veins pulsing underneath the skin of his forearms.

Because the material is so thin, you can even see the veins in his biceps through the damn shirt.

Definitely would catch you staring, salivating even, as you stared at them.

For more formal events, Kuroo never wears a blazer or jacket—always a dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up.

But the best was at home when he wore no shirt at all.

Didn’t matter if it was the dead of winter, Kuroo would be shirtless just to have you oggle him endlessly.

“Like what you see, babe?” Every time, without fail, regardless of what you were doing, you would stop and just stare.

It didn’t make sense that his arms, despite his smooth skin, had angles carved out from the large veins that decorated them.

And yet, here he stood, living embodiment of a marble statue

“Fuck, yeah I do.”

Kuroo would approach you like a jaguar zeroing in on his prey, wrapping his arms around you to allow you to feel the strength boasted in those arms of his.

Effortlessly, he’d scoop you up before carrying you off to your guys’ bedroom to continue your worship.

Kuroo always preferred missionary for a multitude of reasons.

He got to see your beautiful face while he absolutely destroyed you.

And being face to face allowed you to claw at his arms—an odd sensation but one that he would die again and again for.

For you, you adored marring the tight skin, feeling the ridges of his veins protruding outward underneath your nails.

But above all else, in the missionary position, Kuroo got to bask in the depravity written all over your face when choked you.

Your much smaller hands would wrap around his forearms, the veins nearly popping with the force that he was choking you with.

Your two biggest kinks/fetishes rolled into one.

“Dunno why that’s your biggest fetish, but I’ll take it.”

[summerimaushi]

The Great King of Advice

Iwaizumi x Reader  |  In which Oikawa gives you a little advice about Iwaizumi. 

↝ [ @kacchand​  Iwaizumi + Thigh Highs + Robe] [NSFW]

Did I really take sex advice from Oikawa? 

You swallow hard. 

Your reflection stares back at you unwaveringly. You’re dressed in his favorite set of lingerie and matching, sheer thigh highs, self-consciously adjusting the lace robe around you. You take a breath, gripping the marble ledge.  

Iwaizumi was stressed lately. To the point where he even overexerted himself at the gym, pumping iron in order to rid himself of the demands of his academics. 

And that was alarming for Iwaizumi, who consistently preached the importance of balanced exercise and stretching. 

“If it’s physical exertion he wants, why don’t you exert him in another way?" Oikawa’s voice echoes in your head, the playful intonation of his voice fresh on your mind. 

The door of your shared apartment clicks open and you snap out of your thoughts, head turning to the door. 

"Hey, Y/n, I’m heading to the gym but I brought dinner-”

He stops in his tracks, eyes washing over you slowly like ice-cold water, mind-numbing. You can feel the tension emanating from his broad-shouldered form. He’s dressed deliciously in a sleeveless hoodie and drop crotch joggers, biceps flexing against the weight of his bags. 

Dropping his bag, he steps forwards. “What is all of this?" 

You tilt your neck in a way that you hope has some semblance of seductiveness. 

"You already went to the gym this morning - stay with me, won’t you?”

Striding towards him, the length of your leg barely skimming over the robe’s lace hem, you approach him, tapping a finger against his chest. 

You drop the robe. 

“You can work out a different muscle, love." 

Iwaizumi exhales sharply, lust clouding his green eyes. "You don’t have to tell me twice." 

He hikes you up against him, tan arms easily holding you. He’s always been good at this - at overwhelming you with his strength and sharp focus, as if there could never be anything else on his mind but you. 

His mouth is hungry on yours - unrelenting but languid, taking all of you in. You moan into his mouth as he forces it open with his tongue. It’s a blur of pleasure and he moves towards the bedroom, your bodies crushing against soft silk.  Your arms grace over his defined chest, his abs, his arms. 

God, him and his perfect arms. You could spend eons enveloped in his arms.  He kisses the tops of your breasts, perfectly wrapped in his favorite lingerie, voicing his appreciation with a groan. You arch your back into his mouth, pulling him in closer with your legs. 

Tearing your underwear off with strained care, Iwaizumi trails hot kisses down the chasm of your breasts, your stomach, your thighs, touching you to satisfy his own pent-up desire. You can tell his weeks of frustration are seeping out in the urgency of his movements. 

"You look like a goddess,” Iwaizumi says, kissing the tops of your thigh highs. His tongue flits out, running over your skin. 

“More. Now,” you demand, hands tightening in his short hair. You move to rub your thighs together, which Iwaizumi pries apart. 

His cock slots perfectly into you, sinking in with the kind of fullness to make you sob, sigh, and scream all at once. A kind of fullness that has no other sensation to compete with. 

“Fuck,” Iwaizumi bites out roughly, thrusting into you. “Fuck, you treat me so well, baby." 

Shifting your hips, you met his upwards, releasing soft moans, a sweet melody to his ears. The wet sound of skin against skin fills the bedroom as Iwaizumi guides you on him, willing your orgasm. He cups the supple flesh of your ass, driving into you to make you scream. 

"H-Hajime,” you gasp, squeezing your eyes shut, digging your nails into his shoulder blades. 

“Good girl,” Iwaizumi growls as you orgasm, pleasure exploding through you. He kisses your cheek, your forehead, the eyelid that’s fluttering. It isn’t long before he snaps, too, saying your name over and over again, a mantra for release.  Iwaizumi rolls slowly to the side, pulling you into his chest. He’s always been attentive during aftercare, though often silent through it all. 

As your breathing slows once more, you cuddle into Iwaizumi's bare chest, heart filled with content. 

“I won’t push you, but you can always tell me what’s wrong,” you begin tentatively, revealing the true reason for your coquettish outfit. “I like listening to your problems, lets me know you’re not completely perfect.” Your words are light but sincere, and you squeeze his arm to emphasize the point. 

Iwaizumi sucks in a breath. 

“You’re right. I’m sorry, Y/n. I haven’t been the most vulnerable with you,” he admits, clarity appearing in his mind’s eye. “But I know I can rely on you.”

He kisses your forehead, bringing you closer. 

“Thank you, Y/n." 

Maybe Oikawa did know what he was talking about. 

[summerimaushi]

CHANGE YOUR MIND

Hakkai tries to change your mind out of breaking up with him and Mitsuya. 

mitsuya x hakkai x fem!reader

warning: smut, degradation/praise kink, sub/dom, threesome.

a/n: hope y'all enjoy

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[summerimaushi]

RELIEVE STRESS

You go to get a tattoo and things escalate with Wakasa. 

wakasa x fem!reader

warning: smut. 

a/n: hope y'all enjoy

spoiler lowkey! : they don’t fuck at the tattoo studio, i will do a continuation to this in which they do :D

“Your body is a temple. A pristine temple you must maintain clean”

Clean.

You were now an adult. Your last year of college and about to graduate. You could almost even feel the thick paper in which your degree would be printed for you to put in your wall. But even though you were an adult, your mother’s rules would still remain floating around in your head. No eating in the bedrooms and all of that ridiculous stuff was still imprinted in your brain. 

You’d always liked tattoos, as in your perception, the body was nothing more than an empty canvas waiting for it to be decorated with art, but it was not until those last months that you actually started thinking about getting one. At first your idea was a small thing in a hidden place, something not easily visible so you could be able to hide it at the spot, but as u thought more of it, you actually got mad at yourself for being scared of a big tattoo. It was your body after all. When you finally decided that this tattoo, your first one ever, would be consuming a good area off your body, you realized that you did not have a clear picture of what you wanted engraved in your skin.

“Good morning, I’m here for my appointment” You said at the counter. 

“Of course” A girl with white hair and blue eyes received you in the reception “What is your name?”

“Y/N” You said clearly, with a smile.

“Amazing, you’re in time” The girl said still looking in her computer. She instructed you to wash your hands and sign the consent forms “Uhh, Waka said to cancel all of his appointments today, damn how did I manage to forget that?”

“Is there a problem?” Concerned you ask, as you had been waiting for that day a long time.

“Is just… my fault. Don’t worry I’ll be responsible for it” She said sighing as she picked her phone and called a number “Hey Waka”

“What?” Immediately the other person answered with fury “What you want Senju?”

“Uhm so… I forgot to cancel your 6 pm appointment and the client is here” The girl said nervously “Please just take it… I’ll make it up to you, I swear”

“You gotta be fucking kidding me!” Almost yelling he said “No”

“Waka it’s a client, you can’t just say you don’t want to work because you mad” Standing up for herself the girl said “You better get your ass up that chair and come yourself to tell her that, you lose the client, bitch”

Even though the conversation was funny, you contained your laugh, as you effectively had been waiting to get your tattoo done for a good time. You waited impatiently to see the face of the ridiculous man that decided to decline a client because he was angry. Not a complete minute went by when you both heard a door being opened violently. 

“I said I don’t want to fucking work right now” He stated clearly. He looked at Senju furious but then realized you were there as well. He looked at you discretely, batting his eyelashes as he blinked slowly, analyzing your appearance with softness “What is it that you want?”

“This” Unlocking your phone and opening your photos app you approached him. Instantly your nose picked his fragrance that emanated an intriguing and dominating aura. He took your phone and looked at the picture for a second. 

“It’s fucking beautiful” He said thinking for a second “How big you want it?”

“Upper right ¼ of my back” With hope in your eyer you told him. 

“Hmm, that’d take about 2 or 2 and a half hours. Ideally I’d like to do it in one sitting because the details are complex and small and. You good with that?” 

“Yeah, I expected it to be longer actually so that’s good” Already excited you expressed.

“Wakasa Imaushi, at your service” His hand extended to your direction and gave you a firm handshake “Follow me please, miss”

“Ain’t no way, Wakasa a fucking simp” You heard the girl at the counter laugh with another of the tattoo artists that came out of nowhere to see the show.

“I don’t like anyone bothering me while I work so I have my own fucking office here. Isn’t it impressive?” Wakasa said charmingly.

“You must be really good at what you do for them to put up with you, pretty boy” Joking with a light mood you said and he immediately looked at you with a fatal expression.

“I’m the best of the best, ever” He made sure he was spitting the words for you to mark his words. 

He opened the door and let you in. You sat in the small sofa the room had and he moved his chair close to you and sat down.

“Before we start, I need you to remove your shirt and bra. Is that good?” He said sliding across the room and searching for something “You can cover with this if you want. And if you really don’t feel comfortable with it I can call Senju and she will do it” 

“I have no problem with it, thanks though” You said receiving the small blanket “Why would you think I’d chicken out?”

“This your first tattoo, princess” He said. 

“And how do you know that?” You replied back intrigued at his playful vibrato.

“Your body is pristine clean” He said and you stayed silent “And of course, before accepting or denying a work I read the information we ask for so I can know what I’m working with”

“Makes sense” You said. 

“Get yourself comfortable in the chair, I’m going to prepare the stencil” He said moving across the room with experience. His confidence at what he was doing made him hot, hot as hell. “You can see how it would look. If you would like to try another placement you tell me, ok?”

“Yes” 

Facing the opposite way of Wakasa, you sat down in the leather chair and took your shirt off. You doubted for a second before taking your bra off but finally did it after some thinking. The blanket you were holding immediately covered your chest and you laid down on your chest. 

Wakasa did not wait for coming and placing the stencil on your back, on the area you had told him before. With extreme precision he removed the white paper, leaving the blue ink in your skin. 

“Take this” He handed you a small hand mirror “There is a mirror on the ceiling, you can check it out” 

As he said that the first thing that came to your mind was a dirty thought, but you brushed it off pretty quickly, attending his instructions and looking at the stencil with the technique he had show you.

“Is it good? If you need time to think about it or you want to stand up and look in the mirror you can go ahead” He said. The way his careful words escaped his lips, being so precise with his work, made him so attractive to your eyes. 

“It is good yes” You reassured him and he left a soft gutural affirmation. 

“I’m going to start then” He sat down in the chair and got all his tools. “You are free to listen to music, watch a video or whatever. If you want to rest, stretch, go to the bathroom, whatever, you tell me. And please, stay still. Did I make myself clear?”

“Yes Wakasa” You said unconsciously with your mind wandering around situations that would never come up.

“Good” 

As soon as you felt the needle pierce through your skin you couldn’t help yourself and you let a soft groan of pain that mixed immediately with your adrenaline for finally getting the tattoo you wanted so bad. “It’s ok” You heard Wakasa saying. As time went by, the pain decreased and you actually relaxed in the chair. By the time the first hour passed, you started feeling sleepy and took a nap from which you woke up an 30 minutes later. 

“Mind if I take a break?” Wakasa asked sighing and stretching his arms slightly. You took some time to answer him but said yes without a doubt. He then stood up his chair and walked around a little, checked his phone and sat back down in the chair still with his phone in his hands.

<I’m just so fucking stressed rn, u don’t understand> 

You were able to discretely see his phone from the position you were in. 

<I was about to murder Senju, if the client wasn’t a literary fucking angel I would’ve snapped bro>

His contact saved as ‘Shinichiro’ replied to him with a skull emoji.

<I really need to get railed Shin, I’m about to have a heart attack man, this stress is consuming the fuck outta me>

The other person texted him something you weren’t able to see but Wakasa replied instantly without a fail.

<I have this chick totally topless in the chair you fucking bastard, how u think she finna react if I go up to her and flirt with her, stupid mf, I ain’t trying to be a creep here Shin>

You had to contain a giggle growing in you at his comment. We has really respectful and professional after all.

<Out of the case bitch, yea she might be hot as fuck and I might want to fuck her but no, bro we gotta respect clients, I don’t wanna end up like u, u desperate mf>

Wakasa left his phone in the table and took back the tattoo machine. 

“Are we ready to start again?” He asked and you nodded immediately “Good. You are doing very good for your first time… I mean… for your first tattoo”

Hearing him stumble his words caused you to shiver slightly. Wakasa started back again, and now that you and your hormones were fully awake you couldn’t help but observe with detail his expression as he drew permanently on your skin, the furred eyebrows and concentrated sight on you, his firm hands tracing over your skin and the seriousness he held while tattooing your back was impressive, and arousing. 

“Ok, we are done here” As he put the machine down and stretched, you couldn’t help but also move. He immediately stoped you with a firm but soft touch to stop you from moving “Give me a second to put the wrap around though” 

As he came back with the thin layer of transparent paper and petroleum jelly, you stayed still. He applied the vaseline in your skin and placed the bandage in your back.

“We are all set” He finished taking his black latex gloves off “Take the wrapping of in 24 hours and wash the skin with antimicrobial soap and cold water. Wash the area twice a day and dry it gently before applying vaseline again” He continued giving you instructions for the aftercare, when he finished, he gave you your clothes “Only put on the shirt, the bra is going to be annoying” 

You followed his suggestion and when you finished you sat in the chair facing him.

“Wakasa” You called.

 “Yes?” He answered immediately as he washed his hands. 

“Thanks for doing it” You said standing up and walking to him. He simply looked at you without saying anything and nodded, knowing that you were taking about him accepting doing it even though he told Senju to cancel his appointments. “Pretty privilege, I would say” He joked slightly. 

The slight nervousness growing inside of you consumed you slowly. You were sure he wanted you and you wanted him as well, but you didn’t know exactly how to approach the situation. “Maybe I can help you relieve some stress” You said and went for a kiss without thinking it twice. Wakasa did not expect that at all but after assimilating what was happening he reciprocated the kiss and pulled you close to him by placing his cold hands in your waist. Your hands went to his neck instantly and held onto the stray strands of his hair that was perfectly tied in a ponytail. His lips tasted yours with delicacy as he squeezed your waist under his hands. It was a slow and passionate kiss in which you both caught each other’s lips between yours and licked softly each other. When Wakasa bit your lip you unconsciously opened your mouth and he didn’t wait to stick his tongue inside and lick your tongue with lust, tilting his head the opposite way of yours and pulling you as close as he could, making the kiss deeper and deeper with each sinful lick he gave to your tongue.

“Mhm–” Wakasa mumbled in your lips before pulling away his head so he could breathe. He did not want to talk very much, you could not decipher if he was just quite or really desperate to fuck you, but either way he went back to your lips eagerly and started kissing you with a fast pace and uncontrollable desire that exhaled from his minty breath as he slowly travelled his hands from your waist to your ribs and later to your tits, which he squeezed delicately as if he had the experience to know the exact amount of pressure to apply. 

Wakasa moved you both walking slowly without leaving your tasty lips and got you sitting again in the chair. The smell of his cologne invaded your nose suddenly as he knelt partially on the chair (placing his knee in between your legs) and placed his neck in your face.

“I’d like you to give me a hickey, y/n” He stated clearly, with his seductive voice claiming for you, so following his instructions, you placed your hands at his velvety neck and got closer to his skin, licking it and then sucking on a small area that was close to his collarbone “I don’t know if you understood what I asked you for, so Imma be more specific princess, I want you to mark my neck as yours”.

“You sure?” Doubtful you asked back and he nodded. 

“I’m yours tonight” Without any jittery Wakasa said and you went straight for his neck, losing control over yourself and biting and sucking on him as if the world would end. “Wanna go to my place?” He asked calmly “It’s good if not”

“Let’s go”

– 

Leaving the studio while Wakasa held your hand left some of the people in there watching you both closely, they probably watched as well because he was unapologetically hard and had the entire left side of his neck covered in marks from your mouth. He did not bother to say goodbye or anything, walking with you up to the parking space besides the studio. 

His motorcycle roared as he started the engine, having you sitting behind him, holding his waist as he accelerated through the night streets. You both arrived at the destination after a ride of 10 minutes or so. Wakasa parked his bike and you entered the building. 

The elevator was empty and Wakasa did not let the opportunity of making out with you again, cornering you in the metallic walls and kissing you vividly while holding your ass to press your body towards his, making you feel his cock in your stomach as he devoured your lips. 

When the elevator announced it was the correct floor, Wakasa took your hand and hurried across the hallway to get to his door, which he opened for you both. Once inside, he did not wait to get you to his room, he pushed you softly to the closed door and kissed you again, now taking your shirt off and leaving you half naked. 

Between kisses, you ended up sitting in his lap as he sat in the couch. “Please me princess, please” He begged holding your hips as he moved them back and forth on top of his cock “I need you so bad right now” As he continued to control the movement of your hips over him, you took his turtleneck off, for your eyes to meet his tattoos all over his body, starting from his pecs down to his arms. “You like them?” He asked panting. 

“Yes” Instantly you replied “I really like ‘em, looks divine on you” You muttered and he nodded. His hair fell of his ponytail into his shoulders suddenly as the hair tie had gone loose and you couldn’t help but feeling your pussy pulsing from the sole pleasure admiring such a beautiful man gave you. 

As he started kissing you again, his hands went to yours and he released his cock from his pants in order to stroke it a few times. “Don’t make me wait more princess, let me be inside you” He begged and with your body being a hot mess you took the rest of your clothes off and sat back down. He instantly felt your fluids running down your tight and could not wait to place two of his fingers inside you “So wet, did I cause that?” Shamelessly he asked as he fingered you exactly in the spot that caused you the most pleasure. After a minute or so, he took his fingers off you and put them in his mouth, tasting the flavor of your insides. 

“How good are you are riding?” He asked after another short session of kissing in which his hands wandered all around your body. 

“Just normal I would say” You answered thinking, he nodded.

“Tell me when you get tired, I want to get everything from you so I ain’t stopping” He warned you “Fuck, ‘m so hard it hurts. Should we start?” Agreeing while feeling his hand squeeze one of your boobs as he licked the other one, you lifted your body from his lap and aligned his cock with your cunt and slowly sat back down feeling his length widen your soft and warm walls. “Ahhh— Y/n” He moaned closing his eyes as he felt his blood rush to his face, drowning in the feeling of your tight body wrapping around his aching cock, letting his stress abandon his body as his dick came in contact with you. You continued your way down back to his lap, feeling the tip of his dick kissing your insides. Every time you went up you felt every inch of him rub against the depths of your pussy, and every time you went down again you could feel your body pulsing around his width that burned sweetly. 

Eventually Wakasa held your waist and thrusted into you as you were going down, deepening the contact of your bodies. His eyes were glued to yours as he moaned and called for your name. As the grip on your skin tightened, Wakasa unconsciously increased the rhythm of your hips jumping on his dick, and when he realized you couldn’t go faster he stood up, holding you entirely and walked to a table in his living room, where he sat you down, still holding your ass.

 “Listen to me, y/n” He said running his hand through his hair “I want you to hold on to me, I want to feel your arms around me as I fuck you. Did I make myself clear?” 

“Yes Wakasa” You whimpered squeezing his cock unconsciously from how hot his voice sounded. His expression trembled and he placed his hands on you, his left on your hips and his right rubbing your clit as he started slowly thrusting his cock inside you again. His touch on your clit was precise, his thumb moving gently but fastly formed a line of moans in your throat that you let out as he increased the pace on both his hips and his thumb on you.

“Like it?” He asked kissing you.

“Yes Wakasa” You muttered holding tight on him, following his instructions.

“You’re so good baby” He moaned. “I love how your pretty pussy squeezes me, I fucking love how you call my name, how obedient you are, how beautiful, how warm–”

He continued rubbing your clit as he increased the speed and strength of his lustful thrusts into you, creating a dirty sound in the room of your bodies clapping with each other every time he fucked you.

“Yes Wakasa” You moaned in his neck, feeling your own breath go back to you, feeling every inch of his cock moving inside of you without a fail to hit every spot in your body that made it quiver “There… right there”

His heavy breathing was replaced quickly with his moans and the room was then filled with your voices calling for the other one.

“Wait” Wakasa said sighing from pleasure, a single drop of sweat ran down his face. “Would the princess allow me to fuck the shit out of her?”

“Of course” You laughed at his tone and he immediately lifted your body off the table, holding you mid air and starting thrusting into you as deep as he could. His agressive movements got you both screaming with lust, which each thrust he was hitting your cervix and pushing the mix of your fluids and his precum inside of you. “Gonna cum, close as fuck, I’m close as fuck”

Wakasa was fucking you dumb and his cock hitting every nerve inside of you made you lose the ability to speak, so you could only moan and whimper for him.

“Waka, ah, ah, yeah” You barely said, feeling your vision blurry and your mind foggy, he did not answer and only continued to thrust into you, feeling your walls tighten around his cock.

Feeling your orgasm grow in your lower stomach you could only warn him by looking in his eyes with desperation, and then you finally came. Your body creamed around Wakasa, who did not stop even with you screaming and moaning his name, only for him to finish as well when he felt your walls twitching around him.

He couldn’t hold you in the air so he sat down at risk of falling in the way from the overwhelming feeling. You both stood for a moment catching your respirations while a small giggle let Wakasa’s lips.

“Would the princess like to spend the night?” He asked condescendingly while fixing his hair.

“I’d like that very much” You agreed immediately. He then picked you up like a princess and walked to his room, where he left you in his bed.

“I’ll be back with after sex dessert” Wakasa said smiling walking to the kitchen. 

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request for akaashi 🥺 his girlfriend and him are on a date and she asks him to take some photos of her but he fucked around and took pictures of himself instead without her knowing hehe 😋

keiji being an adorable goofy boyfriend is my goddamn religion

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For you and Keiji, actual dates were quite rare - so whenever you went out together, you made sure to dress up for the occasion, much to his enjoyment. Every time the two of you went out and he saw how great you looked, he kicked himself in the ass for not taking you out and showing you off more often. 

And tonight, he was definitely showing you off. 

While hopping between bars, he held you close to him with an arm around your waist. You were appreciating the public affection, as he usually drew the line at hand holding. But right now, he was all over you - just like he had been at the two bars you were at previously. 

With a kiss to the side of your head, he said, “Have I told you how great you look tonight, kitten?” 

“A couple of times,” you giggled. 

“Well you look really good, as you know,” he said. “Every guy in that last bar knew it, too.” 

You scoffed, “It was too dark in there for anyone to even see - don’t be silly, no one was looking at me, babe.”

“You’re crazy,” he said, “all eyes were on you, pretty girl.” 

You knew that it was probably the two glasses of whiskey talking, but you appreciated his sweet words nonetheless. He surely knew how to keep you feeling good about yourself, even if his kindness was turned up a bit by the alcohol. 

As you approached the next - and last - bar on your list, you noticed the building was actually very pleasing to the eye; a black brick wall that was well lit by vintage looking lamp posts. It was the perfect place to get a photo, which you had been waiting to do all night. 

So, you opened the camera on your phone and handed it to Keiji. “Will you take a picture of me?” 

“Mhm,” was his response, and you stood in front of the wall and fixed your hair, getting ready for the picture. Keiji held up the phone, but instead of seeing you on the screen, he saw himself. 

He tried to hold in his laughter as he snapped pictures of the different faces he was making - all while you were posing for a photo, none the wiser. 

“I think I got some good ones, babe,” he announced, closing your phone and handing it back to you. “You’re gonna love them.” 

“Thank you,” you said, kissing his cheek as an award, not thinking anything of his quiet giggles.

It wasn’t until you were finally inside the bar and Keiji was on his fourth whiskey of the night that you opened the photos, only to find pictures of your buzzed boyfriend and not of you. 

“Keiji,” you groaned, “why did you ruin my photo shoot?” 

After being reminded of his previous prank, he busted out in drunk laughter, while you were looking through his silly selfies.

“I’m posting these as revenge!” 

He grabbed your arm and pulled you close as he continued to laugh. “No, no you aren’t. I’ll kill you.” 

“You were supposed to take pictures of me, Keiji.” 

“I know,” he said with a kiss to your cheek. “Forgive me.” 

“No.” 

He frowned and pulled his phone out of his pocket, opening his photos - or, attempting to. Whiskey really did a number on his vision. “I took some of you earlier while you weren’t looking. And you look really cute in them. So you can forgive me now, baby.” 

You looked at the candid photos he took of you, and he was right, they were good pictures. 

With both hands on his red cheeks, you pulled his lips to yours for a quick kiss. “You’re lucky. I forgive you. For now.” 

You definitely saved his selfies for a rainy day, because you knew they’d come in handy when you needed some payback. In the meantime, the cutest one became your phone background for much longer than Keiji liked. 

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血まみれの春 — CHIMAMIRE NO HARU.

✟ — SANZU HARUCHIYO + FEM!READER.

✟ — SYNOPSIS. bloody spring. you’d do anything to please haru, wouldn’t you?

✟ — CONTAINS. blood, blood kink/play, marking/cutting, drugs (cocaine), choking, katanaplay, haru’s a sick man, dacryphilia. 18+ mdni, extremely dark content.

✟ — WORD COUNT. 1532.

✟ — NOTES + LINKS. masterlist. thought i should get in the halloween spirit and write something gut-wrenching for my baby sanzu.

“Your turn, Haru.”

At Ran’s cue, Sanzu had set down a playing card, trumping the card that Kokonoi had put down previously. It was just another Friday night with Bonten— playing poker, gambling, drinking—You name it.

You sat on Haruchiyo’s lap, clad in a short little silk dress with your chest pressed up against his. You weren’t entirely impressed with the scene that took place in front of you, instead, you found comforting solace in caressing the strands of rosy pink hair that rested upon his shoulders.

“C’mon, baby. Don’t you wanna play?” Rindou coaxes, flare in his low-lidded eyes as he holds up a card, seemingly the last one in his deck. “I’m about to beat that loser boyfriend of yours.” His tone is haughty as you feel Sanzu begin to sit up, his hands moving from your waist to the arms of the chair. “Loser, my fucking ass. I’d kill ya before you ever got a chance to beat me.” He chuckles, giving into Rindou’s spurring.

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gojofication of inumaki toge 

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TOKYO REV BOYS WHEN YOU SEAT ON THEIR LAP

CHARACTERS: Draken . Hanma . Mitsuya . Ran

WARNING/S: Suggestive content? :>

Draken was taking a rest from tinkering on his motorcycle when you pulled his arm and moved it over your head as you crawl and settled on his lap, face buried into his neck. he acts annoyed but wraps his arms rather tightly around you"what are you doing?" he asked, "I'm sleepy but it's cold" you sleepily mumbled. "can't you do whatever is this later? I'm dirty let me take a shower first" "nope". a small smile would cross his lips as he pulls you closer to his body, fingers drawing any shapes he thinks of on your skin, almost lulling you to sleep, any work or plans can all wait because deep down he enjoys it as much as you do.

Hanma was blowing smoke out of his mouth, a cigarette resting between his fingers when you suddenly ducks under his arm, crawl on his lap, and straddled his waist, arms thrown over his shoulders. "oh, someone a little clingy" he grins but wraps his other free hand around your waist to keep you from falling. "you're taking too long" you whined which he grinned "you miss me then?" he teases as he can't help but plant kisses on your jaw to your neck and eventually your shoulders. If you're planning on seating on his lap be prepared since getting up would be impossible since he will have a death grip on you, for hours-long "you're not going anywhere"

Mitsuya would be confused at first when you suddenly decided to seat on his lap while he was doing his designs but oblige when you rested your chin on his shoulder, a subtle smile making its way into his lips as he catches on to what's you're doing. he won't complain and instead presses a little kiss to your shoulder before continuing what he was doing, he has to use one hand to write while the other rest on your waist. and Mitsuya can't be more than thankful for you for understanding his busy life schedule, and being content with spending time with him like this while he works was more than he can ask for.

Ran watches your every move, from coming into the room up until you planting yourself into his lap, he won't say a lot of things but the mischievous smirk he has says a lot of things. "baby, the coach has a lot of spaces" he would tease but his grin would grow wider as you pout and glare at him and if you attempt to leave he would prevent you from doing so, both arms wrap around your waist as he snickers. "I'm just kidding, you can seat at me to your heart's content", a grin on his face the entire time, holding you tightly as you rest your head on his chest cause despite his constant teasing, Ran likes being able to hold you.

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Happy Early Birthday Muchiro Tokito🌫🗡#demonslayer #muchiroutokito #happybirthday #mistpillar https://www.instagram.com/p/Cg5nhImA4zW/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Happy Early Birthday to Nekoma’s Libero Yaku Morisuke❤️🖤🤍🐈#haikyuu #yakumorisuke #happybirthday #nekoma https://www.instagram.com/p/Cg5myS2Al6T/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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4⭐️Town cooking headcanons🍔🌭🍇🥪🥗🍜🦪🍣🍱

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How I think the 4Town members cook!

Jesse

He’s definitely the member that cooks the most. Since he already has 2 mouths to feed(aka his kids) he picked up a lot of good cooking skills. The things he cooks are healthy things like salads or baked salmons or whatever healthy people like to eat. He also loves to cook for the other members and is the certified group chef. 

But the real question is he a good cook? Definitely, If I had to rate I’d give it a 9/10

Robaire

If Jesse’s not cooking it’s Robaire. He can read a recipe one time and can probably make that dish taste even better. He dosent cook all that often tough but when he does it’s absolutely ravishing. He mostly cooks French cuisine like boeuf bourguignon, onion soup or tartiflette (T and Jesse for making “oui hui baguette”). Even tough he rarely cooks he loves to do it because it relives a lot of stress sometimes.

I’d give him a 9/10

Tae young

Tae young absolutely loves food and dosent mind at all cooking for him and the members. He usually cooks food that remind him of his family. So if you ever walk into the kitchen and it smells like kimchi just know that it’s Tae young. But they’re has been a lot… incidents.One time he burnt water trying to make rice and he has a scar on his finger from cutting cucumbers. The members always make sure he is as far away from the kitchen. But that doesn’t stop him from lending a hand.

His cooking is a solid 9.7/10. For the effort

Aaron Z

Z barely ever cooks. Not because he doesn’t want to or doesn’t like to it’s just that Jesse does most of it and Z prefers takeouts. But if he ever does cook he only makes one thing. His mothers magic Banh Mi. It’s his favourite thing to eat and cook. Other than that he never cooks. But that dosent mean his cooking is bad it’s definitely just mediocre.Sometimes he helps Jesse out in the kitchen

I’d give his cooking a 7/10 just because he dosent so much of it

Aaron T

Banned from kitchen as well as using knives and turning on the stove. I won’t go into detail but let’s just say hotel robes are flammable.

0/10

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HOW THEY TEASE YOU — TOKYO REVENGERS

feat : sano manjiro, ryuguji ken, haitani rindou, hanma shuji + (akashi) sanzu haruchiyo

ღ warnings — f. reader, teasing, groping, you’re in public but mostly alone, some light spanks, some grinding, making out, draken calls you princess, probs ooc but idc.

ღ note — hmph my tokrev brainrot is coming back so i’m apologising in advance for these sob >~<

・✶ ｡ﾟ SANO MANJIRO / MIKEY

mikey was a little lazier with his teasing, like fleeting touches, deliberately breathing over the sensitive skin on your neck or allowing his hands to rest over your figure, on the places he knows make you keen most.

it’s quiet where you’re stood in the hallway, waiting on your boyfriend to finish up with his meeting as the rest of the kanto manji gang file out of the doors while you tap away at something on your phone, offering a few familiar smiles to the executives before you’re left alone once more. you jump suddenly when you feel a familiar weight press against your back, recognising the warm immediately as mikeys before you feel his lips smear a few kisses along the sensitive skin of your neck, goosebumps pricking at your skin with the sudden contact. “mikey—“ you drawl, dreamy and honeyed before you feel his slender fingers graze along your hip, his chest pressing harder against you before his fingers are grazing between your thighs, delicately teasing your clit as he offers you a hum in response. “what’re you—“ you rasp, words cut off suddenly when you feel mikey press the pad of his finger eagerly against your clit, rolling the sensitive bud as his breathing turns shallow—almost whimpering at the sweet sounds you make beneath his touch, kissing along the dip of you’re shoulder until you’re melting into him and suddenly he pulls away with a whine, words raspy and slurred when he finally speaks, tugging gently at your wrist. “‘m tired, let’s go home.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ RYUGUJI KEN / DRAKEN

most of the time he didn’t even mean to tease you, most of the time. draken would be lying if he said he didn’t notice the way your eyes were locked on him as he worked on the bikes at the shop, your feet swaying back and forth as you watched his well trained muscles move with every practiced flex and twist.

“what’s goin’ on in that head, princess?” draken grunts, eyes narrowed while the corners of his lips quirk up into a crooked smile and the low timber of his voice snaps you from your day dream—as you admired the thin layer of sweat on his shirtless form while he worked on a bike at the shop, but this time it’s coming closer. “hey, you good?” he asks again, slotting himself between your thighs from where you’re sat up on the desk in the garage, his fingers resting under your chin to tilt your head up until you’re meeting his questioning gaze. “i’m good, kenny.” you eventually reply and you feel his thumb smooth along your bottom lip before he groans, his other hand tracing along your thigh as it hooks around his hips. “yeah? what you thinking about, baby?” draken drawls, voice lower this time and you can almost feel the vibration echo somewhere deep in his chest when he presses himself closer to you—grabbing your hips to pull you flush against his own and you swear you feel his cock twitch in his pants before he growls, low and gravelly. “nothin’ ken, i—“ your words dying on your tongue when his lips ghost yours but he only pecks you sweetly before pulling away, a smirk on his lips at the whine that falls from you after because you needed more now. “i know, princess—just a lil longer, alright?”

・✶ ｡ﾟ HAITANI RINDOU

he acts discreet, a lot sneakier than you’d expect but he can’t hide how needy he is for you too, an urgency in the way he handles your body, kisses you, touches you — rolling his eyes at how ‘needy’ you are when his fingers are tightening in your skin with want.

“what’re you lookin’ at?” rindou grunts when he finds you in the kitchen, leaning over you to cast a glance at whatever you’re typing away at on your phone screen as his head rests against your shoulder from behind — lips jutting out into a pout as he watches you scroll through news feeds and timelines. he must’ve gotten bored eventually because you feel his head tilt, his teeth grazing along the shell of your ear as his arms wrap around your waist pulling you tighter against him until you feel him grunt, one of his hands trailing it’s way towards your tits before stopping short. “weren’t you busy?” rindou drawls when he realises you’re scrolling has stopped, deliberately rolling his hips against your ass languidly as he nips at the sensitive skin of your neck—growling at the sudden friction along his cock that’s suddenly straining in his pants. “r-rin—“ you gasp, grabbing at his wrist when he takes a slow handful of your breast before you’re turning to face his heavy, violet gaze—his chest heaving slightly behind his tight dress shirt and he shoots you a knowing smirk before he pulls you against his chest. “what? now you’re payin’ attention to me?”

・✶ ｡ﾟ HANMA SHUJI

it was almost second nature for hanma to tease you, lingering touches, teasing kisses or slaps at your ass, never hesitating to let him hands roam your body no matter where he was or pulling you in for a messier sort of kiss just because it’s been a bit too long since he last had one, he knew exactly what he was doing.

you had grown to expect hanma’s hands to always be on you at any opportunity he got, grabby and teasing when you go to move past him from where he’s sat on the couch after his meeting. “nuh ugh, not so fast baby—“ he drawls, effortlessly pulling at your wrist until you’re suddenly straddling his lap, feeling his hands smooth along the skin of your thighs before he’s grabbing a handful of your ass, sighing almost contently as he narrows his amber gaze at you. “where’d you think you’re goin’?” hanma hums playfully, pulling you in for a quick, needy kiss as he groans dreamily against your lips, deliberately rolling his hips up into yours until your thighs are twitching—the blunt head of his cock pressing between your puffy folds even through the fabric of his slacks. but he only pulls you closer when you embarrassingly try to pull away—realising that gang members were still busying themselves in other rooms but he only gives your ass a playful smack before he pulls away, grip on your hips tightening to keep you held against him as he begins pressing ticklish kisses along your jawline. his slender fingers trace higher up your thighs until they’re close enough to graze along you’re covered pussy and he coos when you whimper. “sensitive, aren’t you, baby? how ‘bout we test that?”

・✶ ｡ﾟ SANZU HARUCHIYO

he was a little smug with how he teases you but he can’t hide his desire for you, watching his eyes narrow when they meet yours and despite him being the one teasing you he can’t help but yearn for you touch—his want for you making the air in the room seem heavier than before.

you were sorting through some papers for a few of the other executives when you felt a sudden presence behind you, immediately recognising your boyfriends voice when he grumbles your name. “you finished here? time to go, baby.” sanzu breathes, his head tilting slightly as his heavy gaze meets yours and you nod, “yep, done haru—“ before standing from your desk, watching his jaw clench as you approach him only to be immediately pulled into a searing kiss. it’s messy the way his lips move against yours, he was all rough edges and needy pants, his groans husky and needy—like he’d had a rough day and just needed to lose himself in you for a bit before you feel the cool wood of your desk against the back of your thighs as sanzu’s hands grab at your hips. “fuck—“ he groans and your mind feels hazy with how he’s handling you, with an urgency that has you wrapping your hands in his coat to pull him impossibly closer before you feel his cock graze against your thigh, throbbing against his slacks before he pulls away, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth—breathless as his lips twist into a smirk when he steps back. “shit, come on, angel. gotta get you home.”

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[summerimaushi]

YOU USE YOUR SAFE WORD — TOKYO REVENGERS

feat : sano manjiro, ryuguji ken, hanma shuji, haitani rindou + (akashi) sanzu haruchiyo

ღ warnings — f. reader, safe word usage, comfort, overstimulation, fingering in mikeys, degradation, talk of multiple orgasms, empty threats / edging, minimal prep, degradation, rough sex, choking, restraints (with a tie).

ღ note — honestly i really like safe word usage writing cause i love the comfort that comes with it so i thought i’d finally write some of my own >.< these ended up so long i’m sorry!!!

・✶ ｡ﾟ SANO MANJIRO / MIKEY

it’d been obvious he’d had a rough day with how he’d returned home to you, his steps heavy and his eyes almost cold even when they meet yours—unfeeling, it was a sight you weren’t used to and as much as you wanted to make him feel better, you wanted your version of mikey to be the one gazing back at you.

“sit still.” mikey hisses from where he’s looming over you, his tone is sharp and cold as one of his hands squeeze slightly at the sides of your throat, the other keeping up the pace and pressure from where he’s stuffing two of his fingers inside of you, exhaling roughly when your tight walls squeeze around the digits. he hadn’t prepped you as well as he usually would, his mind was too hazy—too messy, so what would normally be a pleasurable ache is replaced this time with a burning sensation when his long fingers sink into your walls, pushing against something that’s almost too deep inside of you that has your thighs closing around his wrist. “mikey, it’s too—“ you squeak, tears pricking at your lashes as he speeds up his ministrations and it hurts, “quit squirming.” he huffs, fingers squeezing almost too tightly around your throat until there’s a dizzy spin in your mind and you kick your feet slightly until the first tear of the night streaks down your cheeks. “red—red, manjiro!” you cry and mikey’s movements stop immediately, the hand that was wrapped around your throat releasing instantly as his palm finds a place against your damp cheek instead and it still feels warm before he looks at you, really looks at you for the first time that night and he’s scrambling to pull you into his arms, smoothing his hands along your trembling figure as he almost breaks, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “i’m so sorry, fuck—so sorry, didn’t mean to hurt you.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ RYUGUJI KEN / DRAKEN

draken was strong, you knew that but he would never go all out with you, not without talking about it before hand atleast — always making sure he wasn’t pushing you past his limits, but tonight was different maybe something had came up at the shop, maybe he was just in a bad mood, something was definitely up.

“k-kenny, it’s too much—“ you cry from where he’s got you folded beneath him, every one of his thrusts clapping as his hips all but bounce against yours, each one driven by the strength in his huge body. draken clenches his jaw, hisses through his teeth as your body jolts underneath him, he feels drunk on you—strong hands squeezing at the fat of your thighs before he’s pushing them tighter against you, uncomfortably so, his pelvis grinding against your clit—swollen from your previous orgasm as his heavy balls smack against your ass with each crushing thrust. it’s too much—you sob again, there’s a ringing in your ears, every brush against your puffy clit is sending a shock of pain straight into your core and you feel so overwhelmed when you claw at his arms, desperate for him to come back to you and just let you breathe for a second. “ken—blue, fuck!” you finally shout and it’s immediate the way draken stills, snaps his head up towards you with a deep frown before he’s pulling back, slowly and gently letting your thighs rest on the mattress below you as you gasp for air, cheeks damp with tears. “holy shit, princess. fuck—cmeer. shit, let me see you.” his touch is gentle this time when he reaches for you, hesitant incase you don’t want him to touch you but he exhales in relief when you scramble closer to him “just need a minute.” allowing him to pull you against his strong chest before he’s cupping your face—frowning down at you affectionately even though he’s internally beating himself up, angry he never noticed you were at your limit before he’s placing a gentle kiss against your forehead as an apology. he holds you a little closer that night, he’d never let that happen again.

・✶ ｡ﾟ HANMA SHUJI

hanma was a tease but he knew when to give you exactly what you wanted but something was different tonight, something a little more unhinged in his grin when he looked at you—bent you over the kitchen counter and the look in the amber eyes staring back at you was almost carnal, something was off.

“can feel you squeezin’ real tight but i told you not to cum didn’t i? you don’t wanna make me mad, right, baby? don’t wanna make me break you.” hanma grunts from where he’s looming over your figure, chuckling lowly into the skin of your shoulder as his fingers squeeze the back of your neck to keep you pressed against the counter. hanma was dangerous—unpredictable, you knew that when you got together but he was different with you, full of empty friends and playful banter but the unsteadiness in his deep tone had you feeling different, almost scared as he slams into you from behind—pace animalistic, heavy and practiced and igniting every nerve ending in your body from where the blunt head of his cock is sliding along your sweet spots but you still jolt when you feel his teeth graze the nape of your neck. hanma growls against your skin, deliberately angling your hips higher against his own so he can shove his cock deeper—deliberately pushing you towards the orgasm he told you you can’t have. “gonna cum? go on—see what happens.” he drawls, long fingers tracing their way between your legs, reaching around to find your clit before he’s toying and rolling at the sensitive bud and your eyes snap open when you feel your orgasm hurtling towards you. “gold, shuji—gold!” you cry before you feel him immediately pull off of your figure, turning you to face him and pulling you flush against his chest while his fingers trace their way along your spine. “let me see you, baby. look at me—“ he drawls, his tone honeyed and there’s a familiarity in the amber gaze that looks at you through the messy curls framing his face this time. “shuji, i was scared.” you sigh and he traces your tear stained cheek with a rough fingertip as he pouts down at you, pecking at your lips softly. “never gonna hurt you, you know i’d kill anyone who ever did, shit—i’d burn the fuckin’ world for you.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ HAITANI RINDOU

rindou could be vocal during sex, normally when he was more frustrated or had gotten into an argument with ran—you normally didn’t mind it as much, but maybe this was a bad one, his words a little sharper than usual and you can’t help but flinch at the venom on his tongue.

“fuck, look at you—so fucking desperate.” rindou grunts, feeling your walls tighten around his cock like a vice as his palm pushes against your pelvis—making him feel like he’s reaching deeper as he fucks into you, violet hair mused as it falls over his narrowed eyes. your body feels like it’s crumbling beneath him, the sharp tone of his voice like venom as it cuts through you and his cock thickens inside of your soaked cunt while the vibration of his groans echo somewhere deep in his chest. the grip he has on your hips feel bruising as your thighs wrap around his waist, one of his hands trailing across you’re skin to grab at your jaw before he’s forcing your gaze to meet the unfamiliar, cold one looking back at you. “this pussy’s all your good for, fuckin’ take it.” rindou grunts, gritting his teeth and you gasp sharply at his words, the sudden remark catching you off guard as you feel something sink in your chest—every unforgiving push of his hips suddenly feeling overwhelming when you feel your gaze turn damp. you grab at him hand, flinching when he immediately shoves you off only to take a pace that’s a little rougher, faster until a sob rakes your body. “purple, rin—stop!” you cry, scrambling away from him when his movements cease and he’s looking at you with wide eyes and parted lips. “shit!” rindou hisses, keeping his distance from where he kneels across from you and he can’t help but feel helpless when he watches you pull your knees towards your face. “babe?” he mumbles, reaching for you and exhaling in relief when you don’t shove him away, his palm smoothing along your calm as he inches closer. “that was so mean, rin.” you admit and you watch his shoulders drop before he’s pulling you tight against him, arms wrapping around with a stability that has you immediately melting into him despite the slight tremble to his arms, a shaking undercurrent to his next words. “fuck—‘m so sorry, you mean the fuckin’ world to me, you know that? can’t live without you.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ SANZU HARUCHIYO

sanzu was always a little softer with you behind closed doors, a little more stable and gentle but that doesn’t mean he didn’t get carried away. in some half hormone drunken haze as he fucks into you, getting too caught up in the moment and not realising his strength or just what he’s pushing you though when he’s got you pinned beneath him.

you’re surprised you can even form a sentence with how hard sanzu is fucking you, his eyes dark and primal as he tugs on the tie that’s tied tightly around your wrist—making you arch almost painfully as he uses his other hand to press your head into the mattress below you. “t-that’s it, fuckin’ just like that, angel—“ sanzu breathes, pink cheeked as his hips slam against yours, the bed creaking as wet squelching noises echo around the room. you let out a babble of his name but it goes unheard when he presses you deeper into the comforter, almost riffing you of the oxygen you had left when he tugs harder on his tie and you can almost feel the burning sensation along your wrist where your skin is being tugged. “haru, need—a break, please!” you try to say but sanzu can barely hear you with the way your walls are spasming and clamping down around him. “there we fuckin’ go.” he grunts, jaw slack while his coloured hair sticks slightly to the sheen of sweat across his forehead and you try to scramble away before he tugs you back by your restraints—the searing pain in your skin making you go almost limp beneath him as you try to call for him, again, using all the strength left in your body to turn your head in his grasp. “pink, haru! let me go!” you cry and you watch panic find home on sanzu’s features when he scrambles to pull you into his arms, a slight tremble to his fingers when he quickly unties you and massages at the reddening, broken skin of your wrist before he’s placing gentle kisses against the skin. “fuck, angel—should’ve realised, so fuckin’ stupid. never meant to hurt you.” he breathes, blinking up at your glassy gaze before you’re wrapping yourself around him and he’s smoothing his fingers soothingly along your skin. “how ‘bout a bath, yeah? get some cream for these. i’ve got you, alright?”

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[summerimaushi]

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓

— Ken Ryuguji, Manjiro Sano, Shuji Hanma, Haruchiyo Akashi, Taiju Shiba x f!reader

cw. size kink, pet name, dirty talk, praise, riding, public, oral, choking, doggy, degradation, daddy kink

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𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍

His lips curl in a smirk as you dig your nails into his pecs and lower yourself a little more onto his length.

“You’re such a good girl,” Draken coos grabbing your hips to support you.

You can’t help it and moan breathlessly as you work your hips to meet his, “yo-you’re too big ..aha..” you meow trapping your lip between your teeth to cover your lewd moans.

He chuckles. “I know, baby, but you’re doing it so well.” He rises to meet your face and presses sloppy kisses into the crook of your neck as you sob and try to bounce on half of his shaft.

His fingers slide between your sweaty bodies and when he presses on your clit your jaw falls open. “Come on baby, you can cum like that too,” he hums meeting your teary eyes.

“Cum on me, make a mess.” Your fingers wrap in his hair as your walls spasm and clench around his fat girth.

When you gush around him, Draken smiles.

He keeps grinding your bud and you slowly lower yourself onto his cock, squealing his name as you end up sitting in his lap.

“That’s my good girl, now you can ride me good” he coos enjoying your throbbing pussy around his cock and your cum sliding onto his balls.

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