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greathawk is my number one love though, brings me food +shiny things, lets me sing/be annoying and yap, would probably set up a tv for me if asked (read, steal a satellite dish)

ideal man/hybrid/thing overall

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bailey is actually doing insane things to my brain rn that I can't put into words or I'll be crucified

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You’d been having a sort of friends with benefits situation with Yoichi for a while, and it’s something that he treasures and finds endlessly annoying.

Treasures because having sex with you is the closest thing to euphoria he’s ever felt and finds annoying because as an egoist, he’s always wanting himself finding more and more.

Either way, every time with you is a new sort of learning experience for him as he discovers something new about how you tick, and this time is no different as he finds himself fucking you into the mattress again.

It’s perfect, he’s thrusting into you, and you’re moaning, and you feel like you were made for him, your walls clenching around him as your hands desperately anchor to his back.

Yoichi isn’t even thinking when the words slip out.

“Fuck— you’re good.”

It’s nothing special, but the way you suddenly clench around him, like your walls are trying to suffocate him, has him pausing mid stroke.

He looks at you for a moment. You look slightly confused that he’s stopped, and part your lips to either ask him what’s wrong or whine in protest before he speaks again, as if testing something out.

“Good girl.”

Immediately your eyes dilate underneath him, tightening around him again in a way that tells him everything he needs to know.

Yoichi smiles, something smug and predatory.

“Yeah? You like that? Being my good girl?” He murmurs in your ear, and you let out a noise, shuddering as you clench again. You’re probably too far gone to notice the hint of possession, but he has no problem conditioning you into liking it.

“That’s not an answer baby.” He goads, bucking his hips up slightly and you choke on a moan before stammering out a reply.

“Y—yeah, fuck— I do.”

He almost coos at you, taking in your flustered face and your blown out eyes before murmuring in your ear. “Then let me wreck you, pretty girl.”

And sure, maybe you’ll flush and tell him to shut up later when he brings this up again, but if it’s praise that gets you going, that’ll just be one more thing that he can use against you.

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sometimes you read something so out of character you’re just pointing at the blorbo and screaming: WITCHHH WITCHHHH YOU HAVE THEIR FACE BUT YOU WONT DECEIVE ME

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Lil blurb of an upcoming fic ft. Stalker Reader and Sae

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I’m writing a freaked out Sae fanfic and I’m screaming crying throwing up about it

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This is so Rin it hurts

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It’s a normal enough day, date night, and you’ve dragged Rin to the arcade to indulge in your crane game addiction, pulling him all around the area as you try (and mostly fail) at hopefully acquiring more stuffed animals to add to your already overpowering collection (a collection that oftentimes blocks Rin from his reach if you at night much to his annoyance).

You both take a break, lounging at the pizzeria located inside along with your ever growing bags of prizes (mostly won by Rin, he’s ridiculously good at these games much to your slight disappointment, then again you can’t feel too bad when it’s his money your spending).

Eventually though, after happily munching at your pizza, you start looking at him with this look, a look that he knows all too well as you itching to say something insufferable, and he just sighs.

“What.” He asks, his voice somewhat dry as he looks at you.

“I just want you to give me a kiss!” You say with a cheerful little smile.

“No.”

His blatant refusal startles you for a moment and he can see the weight of disappointment sink into your chest, your expression faltering a bit.

He sighs for a bit before speaking again, his voice a bit sheepish.

“I just— I mean… you can’t just ask that here…” Rin mumbles vaguely gesturing around the arcade.

“I didn’t mean anything crazy by it, I just meant a peck.” You say, with a slight pout on your lips. “But if you’re not okay with that I won’t push you.”

“You’re so dumb.” He says, his cheeks flushed slightly. “I can’t just give you a peck.

You blink up at him, trying to understand what he’s getting at, before a smug smile pulls at your lips.

“Ohhh, so it’s like that is it?” You ask, clearly smug to which he scoffs at.

“Shut it.”

“Nooo, you can’t resist me, you adore me, you loooove me don’t you?”

“I’m leaving you here.”

“You’re full of shit.”

He glares at you but you just smile at him, giggling a bit when you see the slightest hint of softness in his eyes (but if you were an outsider you’d know he always looked at you like a lost puppy).

“Don’t worry, I’ll kiss you a whole bunch when we get home.” You say with a smile.

He doesn’t respond verbally at first, but you can see how the tips of his ears flush red.

You still don’t get it. Not really, at least if you think it’ll stop at just a few fast kisses and cuddles, but you’ll understand when you both get home, the all encompassing desire he feels for you every time he sees that ridiculous cute smile on your face everytime he wins you a prize or the way your eyes light up whenever you see the next stuffed animal that attracts you.

You’ll never truly understand how deep his affection goes for you, but he thinks you might feel a fraction of it when he proves it to you later tonight with your glassy eyes looking up at him as he hits that spot deep inside of you, that spot that has you curling your toes and calling his name the way yours echos in his mind.

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Green Eyed Cupid

Rin x AFAB! Reader

P in V sex, slight nipple play + chest worship, biting, friends to lovers, reader wears a dress but no gender is mentioned. lovey dovey and awkward ass sex, maybe he says one ooc line but thats bc I am a dialogue lover and his bitch ass can stand to say nice things every once in a while

Based on the aftermath of this post

Your heart flutters. A memory echoes from an outing at an ice cream shop. “Isn’t that romantic? When couples kiss each other's hands?” “...sure, whatever.”

You never would have expected to end up in this situation, but you’d say you’d be lying if a small part of you wasn’t pleased by it.

You’re still a bit tipsy, coming off of your drunken antics from a few hours earlier, sipping gingerly on a glass of water as you feel Rin’s piercing stare bore into you from the couch beside you. A part of you wants to die, the other finds it slightly amusing that the slight blush on his face still lingers slightly.

At least you’re not suffering alone, you snidely remark in your mind. The thought does little to help the rapid beating of your heart.

You drain the glass, mentally cursing your earlier more confident and drunken words from the club, and set it down on the side of the coffee table.

“More?” Rin asks and you shake your head, feeling if you consumed anything else you might vomit out of sheer nerves.

“I’m good.” You say, before another lapse of silence takes over the both of you. The tension is smothering, but you feel yourself at a loss at what to say for once. 

“...I-”

“...Hey-”

Both of you speak at the same time, and you hesitantly meet each other's gaze before you quickly drop your eyes back down to your lap, wordlessly gesturing for him to go first.

He hesitates for a moment, before forcing himself to speak, though his voice still comes out even and measured.

“Did you mean it?” He asks quietly.

For a moment you want to deny it again, to hide away back into that shell of bashfulness and fear that’s been shielding you from the truth of your longing, but when you think about denying the raw emotion you expressed you find yourself recoiling at the thought.

“...yes.” You answer, your voice soft and hesitant, but sincere. “I did.”

A beat passes. 

You wonder if you might have messed up everything, that he wasn’t as clearly attracted to you as you had suspected, that he might not even want to be friends with you anymore, that you’ve severed the bond that you both had spent so long threading.

And then his lips are on yours.

You’ve imagined this scenario before, many times, but actually feeling his lips on yours is something different entirely. It’s rough, his lips desperately pressing against yours in a brutal force, one that you welcome entirely as you part your lips for him, returning his fervor. His teeth catch your lips, nipping impatiently, as if pleading for you to return his affections in the only way he knows how. His tongue slips in, greedily exploring the cavern of your mouth as your hands slip up his chest, tracing the hard planes before dragging up to the back of his neck and fisting at his dark green locks. It’s messy and wet, and you find yourself lost in him, the only thing you process being the sensation of his lips and tongue devouring you whole and the popping smacks of your lips between the desperate pants huffed.

Eventually, you have to break away to catch your breath, but even then he chases you, hovering his forehead near yours as you both catch your breaths, your lips still connected by a thin string of saliva.

You’re not sure what you’re thinking, when you reach up to wipe the saliva from his lips and pop your thumb into your mouth, sucking up the liquid, but you can’t think that you regret it when you see the way his pupils dilate at the action.

Gingerly, he pulls your thumb from your mouth and pushes it forward so that it’s pointing towards him and presses his lips against the soft padding of skin of the print. 

Your heart flutters. A memory echoes from an outing at an ice cream shop.

“Isn’t that romantic? When couples kiss each other's hands?”

“...sure, whatever.”

You know what he’s saying; you close your eyes for a moment and let out a breath.

“I want you.” You say, the unspoken “too” at the end resonating in the small silence. 

His eyes narrow, and he laces his fingers between yours before pulling you closer to him, his other hand wrapping around your waist as he holds you against him.

“Dumbass.” He says, as if scolding you for even feeling the need to verbalize the way you feel, before pressing his lips against you again, this time a bit more tenderly. You would think that he was unaffected by your words if you didn’t feel the way his hand at the side of your waist was gripping the side of your dress from the effort of restraining himself.

And he thinks you’re the stupid one.

You huff slightly against his lips before abruptly nipping at his lower lip, dropping the hand intertwined around yours to grab the couch and hoist yourself onto his lap, before grinding your hips down onto him, already feeling the length of his hard on through his pants, though you’re sure he feels the dampness of your underwear too.

“Don’t be a baby.” You murmur, as he stiffens up from the sudden aggressive yet pleasurable nature of your actions. “I said I wanted you.”

He looks up at you, a weird sort of hesitation in his eyes that you rarely see, the look of someone who has given his all before only to be cruelly rejected, and you feel a pang in your heart in sympathy.

“Give me you, and I’ll give you me.” You say softly, the sound of your words a contrast to the way your hips roll against him in a rough, needy manner.

He narrows his eyes at you, both his hands shifting to grip your hips to hold you steady, a flicker of something green and possessive moving through his gaze.

“Not to anyone else?” Rin interrogates, his eyes probably darting through memories of you dancing with other people, a smile on your face as you rub against them.

You could laugh at his words, or tease him and say you might consider it if he keeps on stalling. But you know how desperate he really is, and you can’t stand the thought of him thinking even for a second that you aren’t wholly his.

“No one else but you.” You murmur as you cup his cheeks gently for a moment.

Immediately his lips find yours again, though this time you’re thrown a bit off balance when he hoists you up, shifting his arms to support your ass as he starts walking while attacking your lips in a frenzy. You’re so caught off guard by the assault of lips and teeth, the only thing you can think to do is secure yourself better by wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing back while he carries you almost effortlessly.

For a moment, you lose track of where you are, only to be brought back to reality as he drops you onto his bed, your back hitting the covers as his lips seek yours again and his hands move to fiddle with the zipper of your dress impatiently. You follow suit, your hands slipping from around his neck to fiddle with the buttons of his dress shirt, fumbling to just pop a singular button out.

He scoffs into the kiss before pulling back to undo the buttons himself, his hand effortlessly undoing every button down, revealing the smooth skin of his pale abs which has you staring wide eyed at him for a moment.

“What?” Rin asks tersely, shrugging his shirt off and tossing it aside.

“You’re pretty.” You say breathlessly.

“...dumbass.” He repeats the insult from earlier, though you can see how his cheeks flush. “Just shut up and let me see you.”

You hesitate for a moment… you’ve never been nude in front of him obviously, but you know he’d never been the type to judge, so with an exhale you grab the half unzipped portion of your dress and pull the zipper down all the way before grabbing the hem of your dress that’s raised to your hips and tugging it over you in a fluid motion, revealing your undergarments, including your wet panties.

He doesn’t offer any words, but when you look up to see the intense look in his eyes, like he’s a starving man who’s been given his first meal in weeks, you realize you don’t need any. 

He wants you bad.

“...touch me.” You say, and he complies readily enough, his hands immediately coming to trace along your skin almost reverently, moving from your thighs to your hips, across your stomach to your chest, his hands tracing along the edges of your bra to the clasp at the back.

“Can I–” He starts.

“Please.” You return, and once again he does as you say, undoing the clasp and letting your bra slip off your shoulders before yanking off the offending article and pressing a kiss to the space between your breasts.

You let out a soft gasp as he begins to trail kisses from your sternum to the center of your left breast, taking care to lave his tongue around your areola. He sucks gently at the skin, making your back arch towards him as you let out a moan.

The noise must do something to spur him on, because soon he’s sucking all over your skin and leaving slightly darkened marks in his wake before moving to your other neglected tit and giving it the same treatment.

“Mmh—” You hum out, trying to do your best to muffle your noises as your fingers tangle in his hair.

He pauses for a moment then, looking up at you with a downright offended look in his eyes.

“What?”

“Stop doing that. Let me hear you.” He all but demands, looking somewhat petulant.

You blink and chew on your lower lip for a moment as you consider his words. Being vulnerable like this in a new way, in front of him, it makes you a bit nervous… even more than being nude.

But when he reaches up and pulls your lip from your teeth, and you find yourself willing to push past that hesitance.

“…okay.” You whisper. “Just don’t… just don’t think about it too much.”

Rin scoffs. “I’ll think about it every damn day until I hear you again.”

It takes both of you aback, his words, and though he clenches his jaw slightly, he doesn’t take them back, instead looking at you intently, as if daring you to poke fun at his surprisingly earnest declaration.

You don’t. Instead you trail your hands over his chest gently, exploring the skin with hesitance and curiosity, watching as his chest shudders under your probing hands, feeling a tingle run down your spine when you’re rewarded with a delicious shiver as you trace over his hardened nipples. Your hands slip down further then, running along his abs until they find the ridge of his belt, and you can see the way his cock lurches against the fabric, begging to be set free onto your touch.

“Off?” You ask.

He nods and you fiddle with his belt before pulling it out of the loops of his pants, the fabric sagging around the imprint of his hardened member. You swallow, feeling yourself clench around nothing for a moment before pulling both his boxers and his pants down, releasing his dick with a groan from him as the air of the room hits his erection.

You bite your lip again as you study him, your thighs clenching together subconsciously.

Rin’s big. Though a part of you already imagined he would be from those late nights that you considered this very “what-if” scenario, you still find yourself in awe, and without thinking your hand moves to trail the length of his manhood, taking in the vein that threads along the side of him and the fat mushroom tip.

He nearly hisses at that, and you jerk your hand away, wondering if you might have made a mistake, before looking into his eyes and seeing that they’re practically black. 

You can feel yourself dripping right now, and you find yourself spreading your legs slightly, as if goading him to take the opportunity to see the mess he’s made out of you just from some touching and kissing.

Rin pauses a moment, uncharacteristically nervous before he hooks a finger into the crotch of your panties, swearing under his breath from the feeling of dampness and slick before dragging the fabric down and revealing your drooling folds. You think you might be more embarrassed if he were the type to tease you, but looking at the want in his eyes, you find yourself a little more secure.

He stares at you for a moment and you sigh under your breath, before guiding his hand to the one place you want him most.

“‘Sokay to touch, I said I wanted you.” You murmur softly.

Rin swallows at that before running a finger lightly up the center of your core, nearly up to your clit before stopping and pulling his hand back, and while you shiver from the feeling of having hands bigger than yours near your center, he examines the slick on his fingers. 

You want to ask him what he’s doing, studying his hand so methodically, only to feel your heart skip a beat as he readily sticks his finger in his mouth and tastes you, closing his eyes for a moment only to open them with an increasingly feral look in his eye.

In a moment, you can tell where his thoughts are headed and you immediately shake your head, looking a little flustered.

“No, not now… just… I want you inside.” You say, and though you feel your face flush, you manage to keep your voice even.

He glowers at you, clearly already fixated on the taste of you. “I can do both.”

It’s almost funny, but you don’t think you could stand another moment of him not being in you, so you glare back. “No. Fuck me.”

You pause for a moment. “Please.”

You don’t think you would have had him unless you added that last begging word, combined with those puppy eyes you usually give him that has him melting into your demands despite his stiff demeanor when he gives in.

He squares his jaw, but pulls you forward so that your hips are near the edge of the bed and presses the tip of his dick against your core, making you push yourself forward in order to get just a little more friction. He scowls at that, gritting his teeth as he makes an effort to hold himself back, but you jolt yourself forward again, almost groaning at the delicious sensation of his hard girth against your core.

“Dammit– just, hold still.” He murmurs, before finally, finally, pushing himself in slowly. 

Your hands immediately cling around his neck as you feel the pressure of his dick intruding into your soft walls as you envelop him, letting out a moan as you feel the warmth of him sliding into you, aided by the help of your wet slick.

It’s almost painful, having to wait until he’s fully hilted inside of you, the arduous wait only somewhat lessened by the prospect of having him sheathed, making you feel so full as you press your mouth to his neck, nipping at the skin there as a way to alleviate the feeling of being so wholly enraptured in him.

Rin lets out a low moan as he feels your walls clench around him welcomingly, before gently pushing you off of him and onto the bed, both of you letting out your own respective noises as the new angle allows him to fully push into you.

He tortures you, making you wait there for moments as he takes in the new sensation, before slowly sliding back out of you, the feeling of his dick dragging along your walls, making you moan out again before he stops halfway and slowly thrusts back into you in a rhythmic fashion.

You groan out before tugging him down, though it seems Rin has the same idea as he dips down to capture your lips in another searing kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth and tangling with your own, swallowing your noises as he fucks into you, his thrusts still only moving halfway before plunging back in slowly.

“Fuck– more– please–” You whine against his lips, wanting to feel hims fully, and he swears again before pulling out completely and ramming into you.

The sound you make is unlike any sound you’ve made before, halfway between a yelp and a squeal, your eyes rolling back slightly as you feel him hit that spot that makes you dizzy with pleasure.

“Ah– Rin–!” You manage to get out, before something in him snaps (possibly the sound of his name on your lips) and all of a sudden you’re getting brutally pounded into, all of his earlier attempts of being gentle flying completely out the window as he has his sights set on making you call out his name again and again.

The sounds of the room are only filled with panting, gunts and loud moans, punctuated by the squelching of him thrusting into you over and over again, your eyes only vaguely focused on the beautiful sight of him over you, his teeth gritted as he ravages you.

“Don’t– don’t dance with anyone else.” He manages to grit out through his own grunts and you moan in agreement, your hands clawing at his back as his pistons into you.

“You– only you– Rin–!” You cry out, leaving him no choice but to sink his teeth into your shoulder to stop himself from attacking you with another kiss.

He continues to thrust, and you feel a white hot heat building up in you, and you start to babble, your back arching with every drag against your velvety walls.

“Fuck– ‘m close, please–” You whine out.

“Shit– say my name, please–” Rin replies in turn, and if you weren’t so already out of it completely, you’d mention your surprise that he was saying “please”, but the needy tone in his voice as your toes curling.

“Rin–” You breath out, before chanting his name at every thrust. “Rin, Rin, Rin, Rin, RIN–!”

And with the scream of his name you clamp your legs around his waist and feel your mind white out as you convulse, your back arching as he continues to thrust into you, seeking his own high as you cum right on his cock.

You watch through hazy eyes as he furiously thrusts into you before he finally slams into you fully with a deep groan and cums, filling you up completely as you let out a rather pathetic sounding whimper as you feel his spent drip out of you despite him still being in you.

You both take a moment to catch your breath before you reach up tiredly and cup his cheek, a small blissful smile on your face.

It’s another effort not to laugh as he averts his eyes for a moment before looking down at you.

“...so no dancing with other people?” You ask lightly.

He scoffs, his face darkening in color. “No.”

“What if there’s no grinding?”

“No.”

“What if they’re friends?”

“No.”

“Family?”

“...fine.”

You smile, and he stares at you for a moment. You blink in surprise as you feel him harden again inside of you.

“Again?”

“Shut up.” He replies tersely, but when you clench around him in kind, he doesn’t argue.

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thinking about emotional sex with reader as an immortal and charcacter as a companion to their journey, chara is holding onto this moment as something to savor like the reader but it wont ever be the same with anyone else for reader

the ineviatable longing of reaching for a person who is never there again interfering with the current pleasure of being with them now

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Reficul is actually so fine, I’m thinking of an office romance with her with a power imbalance because yes ma’am

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Green Eyed Cupid

Rin x AFAB! Reader

P in V sex, slight nipple play + chest worship, biting, friends to lovers, reader wears a dress but no gender is mentioned. lovey dovey and awkward ass sex, maybe he says one ooc line but thats bc I am a dialogue lover and his bitch ass can stand to say nice things every once in a while

Based on the aftermath of this post

Your heart flutters. A memory echoes from an outing at an ice cream shop. “Isn’t that romantic? When couples kiss each other's hands?” “...sure, whatever.”

You never would have expected to end up in this situation, but you’d say you’d be lying if a small part of you wasn’t pleased by it.

You’re still a bit tipsy, coming off of your drunken antics from a few hours earlier, sipping gingerly on a glass of water as you feel Rin’s piercing stare bore into you from the couch beside you. A part of you wants to die, the other finds it slightly amusing that the slight blush on his face still lingers slightly.

At least you’re not suffering alone, you snidely remark in your mind. The thought does little to help the rapid beating of your heart.

You drain the glass, mentally cursing your earlier more confident and drunken words from the club, and set it down on the side of the coffee table.

“More?” Rin asks and you shake your head, feeling if you consumed anything else you might vomit out of sheer nerves.

“I’m good.” You say, before another lapse of silence takes over the both of you. The tension is smothering, but you feel yourself at a loss at what to say for once. 

“...I-”

“...Hey-”

Both of you speak at the same time, and you hesitantly meet each other's gaze before you quickly drop your eyes back down to your lap, wordlessly gesturing for him to go first.

He hesitates for a moment, before forcing himself to speak, though his voice still comes out even and measured.

“Did you mean it?” He asks quietly.

For a moment you want to deny it again, to hide away back into that shell of bashfulness and fear that’s been shielding you from the truth of your longing, but when you think about denying the raw emotion you expressed you find yourself recoiling at the thought.

“...yes.” You answer, your voice soft and hesitant, but sincere. “I did.”

A beat passes. 

You wonder if you might have messed up everything, that he wasn’t as clearly attracted to you as you had suspected, that he might not even want to be friends with you anymore, that you’ve severed the bond that you both had spent so long threading.

And then his lips are on yours.

You’ve imagined this scenario before, many times, but actually feeling his lips on yours is something different entirely. It’s rough, his lips desperately pressing against yours in a brutal force, one that you welcome entirely as you part your lips for him, returning his fervor. His teeth catch your lips, nipping impatiently, as if pleading for you to return his affections in the only way he knows how. His tongue slips in, greedily exploring the cavern of your mouth as your hands slip up his chest, tracing the hard planes before dragging up to the back of his neck and fisting at his dark green locks. It’s messy and wet, and you find yourself lost in him, the only thing you process being the sensation of his lips and tongue devouring you whole and the popping smacks of your lips between the desperate pants huffed.

Eventually, you have to break away to catch your breath, but even then he chases you, hovering his forehead near yours as you both catch your breaths, your lips still connected by a thin string of saliva.

You’re not sure what you’re thinking, when you reach up to wipe the saliva from his lips and pop your thumb into your mouth, sucking up the liquid, but you can’t think that you regret it when you see the way his pupils dilate at the action.

Gingerly, he pulls your thumb from your mouth and pushes it forward so that it’s pointing towards him and presses his lips against the soft padding of skin of the print. 

Your heart flutters. A memory echoes from an outing at an ice cream shop.

“Isn’t that romantic? When couples kiss each other's hands?”

“...sure, whatever.”

You know what he’s saying; you close your eyes for a moment and let out a breath.

“I want you.” You say, the unspoken “too” at the end resonating in the small silence. 

His eyes narrow, and he laces his fingers between yours before pulling you closer to him, his other hand wrapping around your waist as he holds you against him.

“Dumbass.” He says, as if scolding you for even feeling the need to verbalize the way you feel, before pressing his lips against you again, this time a bit more tenderly. You would think that he was unaffected by your words if you didn’t feel the way his hand at the side of your waist was gripping the side of your dress from the effort of restraining himself.

And he thinks you’re the stupid one.

You huff slightly against his lips before abruptly nipping at his lower lip, dropping the hand intertwined around yours to grab the couch and hoist yourself onto his lap, before grinding your hips down onto him, already feeling the length of his hard on through his pants, though you’re sure he feels the dampness of your underwear too.

“Don’t be a baby.” You murmur, as he stiffens up from the sudden aggressive yet pleasurable nature of your actions. “I said I wanted you.”

He looks up at you, a weird sort of hesitation in his eyes that you rarely see, the look of someone who has given his all before only to be cruelly rejected, and you feel a pang in your heart in sympathy.

“Give me you, and I’ll give you me.” You say softly, the sound of your words a contrast to the way your hips roll against him in a rough, needy manner.

He narrows his eyes at you, both his hands shifting to grip your hips to hold you steady, a flicker of something green and possessive moving through his gaze.

“Not to anyone else?” Rin interrogates, his eyes probably darting through memories of you dancing with other people, a smile on your face as you rub against them.

You could laugh at his words, or tease him and say you might consider it if he keeps on stalling. But you know how desperate he really is, and you can’t stand the thought of him thinking even for a second that you aren’t wholly his.

“No one else but you.” You murmur as you cup his cheeks gently for a moment.

Immediately his lips find yours again, though this time you’re thrown a bit off balance when he hoists you up, shifting his arms to support your ass as he starts walking while attacking your lips in a frenzy. You’re so caught off guard by the assault of lips and teeth, the only thing you can think to do is secure yourself better by wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing back while he carries you almost effortlessly.

For a moment, you lose track of where you are, only to be brought back to reality as he drops you onto his bed, your back hitting the covers as his lips seek yours again and his hands move to fiddle with the zipper of your dress impatiently. You follow suit, your hands slipping from around his neck to fiddle with the buttons of his dress shirt, fumbling to just pop a singular button out.

He scoffs into the kiss before pulling back to undo the buttons himself, his hand effortlessly undoing every button down, revealing the smooth skin of his pale abs which has you staring wide eyed at him for a moment.

“What?” Rin asks tersely, shrugging his shirt off and tossing it aside.

“You’re pretty.” You say breathlessly.

“...dumbass.” He repeats the insult from earlier, though you can see how his cheeks flush. “Just shut up and let me see you.”

You hesitate for a moment… you’ve never been nude in front of him obviously, but you know he’d never been the type to judge, so with an exhale you grab the half unzipped portion of your dress and pull the zipper down all the way before grabbing the hem of your dress that’s raised to your hips and tugging it over you in a fluid motion, revealing your undergarments, including your wet panties.

He doesn’t offer any words, but when you look up to see the intense look in his eyes, like he’s a starving man who’s been given his first meal in weeks, you realize you don’t need any. 

He wants you bad.

“...touch me.” You say, and he complies readily enough, his hands immediately coming to trace along your skin almost reverently, moving from your thighs to your hips, across your stomach to your chest, his hands tracing along the edges of your bra to the clasp at the back.

“Can I–” He starts.

“Please.” You return, and once again he does as you say, undoing the clasp and letting your bra slip off your shoulders before yanking off the offending article and pressing a kiss to the space between your breasts.

You let out a soft gasp as he begins to trail kisses from your sternum to the center of your left breast, taking care to lave his tongue around your areola. He sucks gently at the skin, making your back arch towards him as you let out a moan.

The noise must do something to spur him on, because soon he’s sucking all over your skin and leaving slightly darkened marks in his wake before moving to your other neglected tit and giving it the same treatment.

“Mmh—” You hum out, trying to do your best to muffle your noises as your fingers tangle in his hair.

He pauses for a moment then, looking up at you with a downright offended look in his eyes.

“What?”

“Stop doing that. Let me hear you.” He all but demands, looking somewhat petulant.

You blink and chew on your lower lip for a moment as you consider his words. Being vulnerable like this in a new way, in front of him, it makes you a bit nervous… even more than being nude.

But when he reaches up and pulls your lip from your teeth, and you find yourself willing to push past that hesitance.

“…okay.” You whisper. “Just don’t… just don’t think about it too much.”

Rin scoffs. “I’ll think about it every damn day until I hear you again.”

It takes both of you aback, his words, and though he clenches his jaw slightly, he doesn’t take them back, instead looking at you intently, as if daring you to poke fun at his surprisingly earnest declaration.

You don’t. Instead you trail your hands over his chest gently, exploring the skin with hesitance and curiosity, watching as his chest shudders under your probing hands, feeling a tingle run down your spine when you’re rewarded with a delicious shiver as you trace over his hardened nipples. Your hands slip down further then, running along his abs until they find the ridge of his belt, and you can see the way his cock lurches against the fabric, begging to be set free onto your touch.

“Off?” You ask.

He nods and you fiddle with his belt before pulling it out of the loops of his pants, the fabric sagging around the imprint of his hardened member. You swallow, feeling yourself clench around nothing for a moment before pulling both his boxers and his pants down, releasing his dick with a groan from him as the air of the room hits his erection.

You bite your lip again as you study him, your thighs clenching together subconsciously.

Rin’s big. Though a part of you already imagined he would be from those late nights that you considered this very “what-if” scenario, you still find yourself in awe, and without thinking your hand moves to trail the length of his manhood, taking in the vein that threads along the side of him and the fat mushroom tip.

He nearly hisses at that, and you jerk your hand away, wondering if you might have made a mistake, before looking into his eyes and seeing that they’re practically black. 

You can feel yourself dripping right now, and you find yourself spreading your legs slightly, as if goading him to take the opportunity to see the mess he’s made out of you just from some touching and kissing.

Rin pauses a moment, uncharacteristically nervous before he hooks a finger into the crotch of your panties, swearing under his breath from the feeling of dampness and slick before dragging the fabric down and revealing your drooling folds. You think you might be more embarrassed if he were the type to tease you, but looking at the want in his eyes, you find yourself a little more secure.

He stares at you for a moment and you sigh under your breath, before guiding his hand to the one place you want him most.

“‘Sokay to touch, I said I wanted you.” You murmur softly.

Rin swallows at that before running a finger lightly up the center of your core, nearly up to your clit before stopping and pulling his hand back, and while you shiver from the feeling of having hands bigger than yours near your center, he examines the slick on his fingers. 

You want to ask him what he’s doing, studying his hand so methodically, only to feel your heart skip a beat as he readily sticks his finger in his mouth and tastes you, closing his eyes for a moment only to open them with an increasingly feral look in his eye.

In a moment, you can tell where his thoughts are headed and you immediately shake your head, looking a little flustered.

“No, not now… just… I want you inside.” You say, and though you feel your face flush, you manage to keep your voice even.

He glowers at you, clearly already fixated on the taste of you. “I can do both.”

It’s almost funny, but you don’t think you could stand another moment of him not being in you, so you glare back. “No. Fuck me.”

You pause for a moment. “Please.”

You don’t think you would have had him unless you added that last begging word, combined with those puppy eyes you usually give him that has him melting into your demands despite his stiff demeanor when he gives in.

He squares his jaw, but pulls you forward so that your hips are near the edge of the bed and presses the tip of his dick against your core, making you push yourself forward in order to get just a little more friction. He scowls at that, gritting his teeth as he makes an effort to hold himself back, but you jolt yourself forward again, almost groaning at the delicious sensation of his hard girth against your core.

“Dammit– just, hold still.” He murmurs, before finally, finally, pushing himself in slowly. 

Your hands immediately cling around his neck as you feel the pressure of his dick intruding into your soft walls as you envelop him, letting out a moan as you feel the warmth of him sliding into you, aided by the help of your wet slick.

It’s almost painful, having to wait until he’s fully hilted inside of you, the arduous wait only somewhat lessened by the prospect of having him sheathed, making you feel so full as you press your mouth to his neck, nipping at the skin there as a way to alleviate the feeling of being so wholly enraptured in him.

Rin lets out a low moan as he feels your walls clench around him welcomingly, before gently pushing you off of him and onto the bed, both of you letting out your own respective noises as the new angle allows him to fully push into you.

He tortures you, making you wait there for moments as he takes in the new sensation, before slowly sliding back out of you, the feeling of his dick dragging along your walls, making you moan out again before he stops halfway and slowly thrusts back into you in a rhythmic fashion.

You groan out before tugging him down, though it seems Rin has the same idea as he dips down to capture your lips in another searing kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth and tangling with your own, swallowing your noises as he fucks into you, his thrusts still only moving halfway before plunging back in slowly.

“Fuck– more– please–” You whine against his lips, wanting to feel hims fully, and he swears again before pulling out completely and ramming into you.

The sound you make is unlike any sound you’ve made before, halfway between a yelp and a squeal, your eyes rolling back slightly as you feel him hit that spot that makes you dizzy with pleasure.

“Ah– Rin–!” You manage to get out, before something in him snaps (possibly the sound of his name on your lips) and all of a sudden you’re getting brutally pounded into, all of his earlier attempts of being gentle flying completely out the window as he has his sights set on making you call out his name again and again.

The sounds of the room are only filled with panting, gunts and loud moans, punctuated by the squelching of him thrusting into you over and over again, your eyes only vaguely focused on the beautiful sight of him over you, his teeth gritted as he ravages you.

“Don’t– don’t dance with anyone else.” He manages to grit out through his own grunts and you moan in agreement, your hands clawing at his back as his pistons into you.

“You– only you– Rin–!” You cry out, leaving him no choice but to sink his teeth into your shoulder to stop himself from attacking you with another kiss.

He continues to thrust, and you feel a white hot heat building up in you, and you start to babble, your back arching with every drag against your velvety walls.

“Fuck– ‘m close, please–” You whine out.

“Shit– say my name, please–” Rin replies in turn, and if you weren’t so already out of it completely, you’d mention your surprise that he was saying “please”, but the needy tone in his voice as your toes curling.

“Rin–” You breath out, before chanting his name at every thrust. “Rin, Rin, Rin, Rin, RIN–!”

And with the scream of his name you clamp your legs around his waist and feel your mind white out as you convulse, your back arching as he continues to thrust into you, seeking his own high as you cum right on his cock.

You watch through hazy eyes as he furiously thrusts into you before he finally slams into you fully with a deep groan and cums, filling you up completely as you let out a rather pathetic sounding whimper as you feel his spent drip out of you despite him still being in you.

You both take a moment to catch your breath before you reach up tiredly and cup his cheek, a small blissful smile on your face.

It’s another effort not to laugh as he averts his eyes for a moment before looking down at you.

“...so no dancing with other people?” You ask lightly.

He scoffs, his face darkening in color. “No.”

“What if there’s no grinding?”

“No.”

“What if they’re friends?”

“No.”

“Family?”

“...fine.”

You smile, and he stares at you for a moment. You blink in surprise as you feel him harden again inside of you.

“Again?”

“Shut up.” He replies tersely, but when you clench around him in kind, he doesn’t argue.

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It’s Bailey.

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How I feel after crafting impactful and true to character dialogue for Rin only for him not to say it in the story because he’s emotionally stunted:

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i want you carnally *shoves a knife into your abdomen*

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Sweet Treat

Anri x Fem!reader

Oral female recieving, grinding, dom character, wow I love women, shout out to the three lesbians that are gonna read this

“But– shouldn’t I– I mean if you want to relax, shouldn’t I–” You try to offer through stutters, but she simply laughs and shakes her head. “I said I wanted a treat, didn’t I?” She coos out, her hand coming up to caress your cheek, her thigh moving up and down rhythmically to grind against you in a way that has you melting in a pool of your own pleasure.

As you round the corner of the hallway that connects the bedroom to the kitchen, a plate of cookies held securely in your hands, you hear the familiar strained voice of your girlfriend, holding in obvious frustration.

“Yes… yes, I understand the risks,” She says, too deeply involved in her own, rather one sided, conversation to notice you enter with her dinner. “but if you would just listen to what I’m trying to say–”

Her face twists into an uncharacteristic scowl as she’s cut off, for what seems like the umpteenth time considering her reaction and the way she’s gripping her pen, growing more and more sour as the person on the other end of the line continues to speak. Finally, she parts her lips to formulate a rebuttal, only to hear the, unfortunately, familiar beep of the phone being hung up.

“...”

She looks like she wants to scream in frustration, until she finally looks up and notices you, her eyes widening a bit in surprise before softening in a way that makes your knees weak. 

Metaphorically, of course, you wouldn’t risk dropping the food you brought.

“Trouble again, Hon?” You ask, taking in the way she hunches over the desk and how her usually bright eyes carry dark bags under them.

“You know it.”

She smiles tiredly at you, and you can’t help but feel flattered that despite everything on her plate, she still finds the space in her heart to show you she appreciates you in every way possible. 

Of course, that sweet disposition and her determined nature was why you fell for her in the first place.

“Thanks for dessert, Darling.” She hums out as you pass her the plate, biting back a laugh as she watches you nearly fumble the plate because of the nickname.

You send her a half-hearted glare, because really, nothing makes you happier than seeing her laugh, especially these days as she seems more and more stressed, and pull up a chair next to her, resting your head on your hands to look at her.

She doesn’t even question your habit of watching her eat your food anymore, finding it cute that you care about her opinion that much, at least that’s what she told you when you asked if it did bother her, turning you just as red as her hair.

“...Do you want to rant? Not that you have to tell me if you don’t want to.” You ask after she finishes eating, despite knowing she’ll say yes, because who is Teieri if not someone who has to deal with endless bullshit.

“I thought you’d never ask.” She laughs bitterly, pushing her plate to the side so she can rant in typical Teieri style, complete with jerky hand movements and exaggerated expressions.

You find yourself leaning back, just in case she accidentally smacks you in the face like she did last time.

(There were many apology kisses given that day… some probably given because she liked kissing you… not that you were complaining either.)

“It’s absolutely incredible how not one singular person here seems to give a shit about the future of Japanese Football.” She starts out, a fire burning in her eyes.

You nod encouragingly, neglecting to mention the fact that you also would not give a shit about the future of football if not for Teieri.

“For them, it's either gimmick after gimmick, trying to raise a new potential genius only to ruin them by crushing their potential in this country for a cash grab, or the same bullshit team-comes-first playing style that discourages anyone from even trying to improve.” She says heatedly.

You hum in agreement, taking a cookie of your own to nibble on while she continues.

“And either way, it doesn’t matter to them, because they're content staying in their stagnant ways rather than trying to make a change, because they’re too scared to take any sort of risk even if it has the potential to benefit them.” 

Chewing slowly, you nod in approval, not exactly having a clue about what she’s talking about, but vaguely understanding what she’s saying.

“But damn it, I’ll show them, I’ll show them that their whole system is flawed, despite everything they’re saying to me. I swear!” She finishes determinedly before turning to look at you, her gaze faltering slightly when she sees you munching on your cookie.

“Ah– sorry.” You apologize after you swallow. “I didn’t get to taste them myself before I brought them to you, did I interrupt?”

Teieri snorts and shakes her head. “No, you’re fine… you’re just… really cute.”

You flush at her words, a giddy smile slipping onto your face. 

“Flatterer.” You scoff, before looking towards her. “So… Do you feel any better now?”

She looks at you contemplatively, a small, mischievous grin curving at her lips, making your heart skip a beat.

“Not quite.” She says. “I’m thinking I could use a treat.”

You give her a funny look, gesturing to the plate of cookies. “Help yourself?”

She grins at you, her smile somehow more… hungry and you feel heat rise up to your cheeks. 

“Not that type of treat, Sweet-pea.” She says, leaning over to swipe the crumbs of your face with her thumb before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips that leaves you yearning for more.

“Tei…” You whisper out her nickname. “I don’t think…”

“You don’t need to.” She says gently, guiding you up to stand as she maneuvers you onto her desk, your legs dangling off the edge as she presses her leg between yours. “All you have to do is sit there like a good girl.”

You swallow nervously, a heat sparking in your core at the nickname, a shudder running through you as she shifts her leg upwards so that her thigh brushes up against your core, only protected by your underwear, as you had worn a skirt.

“But– shouldn’t I– I mean if you want to relax, shouldn’t I–” You try to offer through stutters, but she simply laughs and shakes her head.

“I said I wanted a treat, didn’t I?” She coos out, her hand coming up to caress your cheek, her thigh moving up and down rhythmically to grind against you in a way that has you melting in a pool of your own pleasure.

“Yes but–” You try again, but she shushes you, capturing your lips in a heated kiss, her tongue slipping between your lips to dance with your own, while her other hand makes quick work on unbuttoning your shirt.

You find yourself melting into the kiss, kissing back with just as much vigor as your hands come to tangle within her hair, a moan slipping into the kiss as she continues rutting her thigh up against you. 

She pulls away after a while, with a trail of saliva connecting your lips together and with a smirk only reserved for you, that if you weren’t sitting you’d be sure that your knees would buckle.

“Don’t you get it darling?” She gets out in a husky voice, pressing her forehead to yours. “This is my stress relief, so do me a favor and spread your legs.”

Well, when she asks like that, how can you refuse?

And so you do as you're told, spreading your legs for her, shivering as she pushes you onto your back and exposing you before biting back a whimper as she looks at your dampening underwear as if it were an oasis in the desert.

Starting from your ankle, she slowly travels kisses up your leg, taking her time as if savoring your very taste.

You want to protest again, but swallow any complaints as her breath ghosts over your panties, and you feel yourself clench on nothing, your toes curling in anticipation.

She laughs at your reaction, before she glances up at you deliberately, her hungry gaze boring into your widened, startled eyes before her head disappears underneath your skirt and you feel the flat of her warm tongue lick a stripe up your core.

A light gasp pulls from your lips, your face reddening at the noise before she latches onto your lower lips through your panties, suckling in a lewd way that has you squirming ever so slightly, making her hands rise up to pin your hips to the desk.

“Fuck, baby.” She murmurs through open mouthed kisses. “You’re so wet I can taste you through your pretty little panties.”

You whine in response, something high pitched and needy that has you feeling distantly embarrassed, but you find yourself too preoccupied to concern yourself wholly with it.

“‘S not enough though.” She remarks, before pulling away to pull your panties to the side, exposing your bottom half to the cooler air of the room. “I need all of you.”

You can feel yourself melt slightly at her words, normally she’s so soft and sweet, but when she gets like this, all worked up, her words considerably more charged and filthy, you can’t help but squirm. Not that you have long to think about it though, because just as soon as you grasp the thought the feeling of her tongue laving over your sopping folds has you losing it immediately.

“Gods– fuck–” You gasp out, your hips jerking on impulse, as if raising to meet that stroke of her tongue.

“You’re so pretty baby.” She murmurs between long languid laps at your opening, between moans and mewls you let out. “So cute, so precious.” 

It’s almost a shame when she pulls away, if only because she needs to rip your panties from where they try to creep to cover your core, and even if you can feel the way your slick sticks to the fabric before stringing away, you can't bring yourself to care when you know her mouth will descend upon you and make you feel heaven you’ve yet to experience if only for a few days.

“Tei–” You manage to breathe out before your voice breaks off into a long drawn out moan as her lips and tongue proceed to render you helpless to any semblance of thought. Her lips, so soft and smooth, press against your cunt while her tongue slips in, fucking you wet and messy, making you forget yourself and pull at her hair almost desperately. 

Nothing that comes out of your mouth is even sensible, just babbling and pleading for her to do more, to slow down, to speed up, that all amounts to just pathetic whimpering and begging for something that you can’t even comprehend.

“Fuck–” You croak out, and you can’t look down when you’re tossing your head back, but you don’t need to to understand the extent of your juices flowing out of you and dripping down to her eager mouth.

“Whatdya want, huh? Be clear.” She murmurs through slurps and messy smacking of her lips, and you feel a throaty groan escape you as she lavs a long lick over your clit.

“Mm– Tei–!” You gasp out breathy and high pitched. “Please– I need– I’m gonna—”

“Then come baby, come right on my face.”

No sound comes out of your mouth though you part your mouth into a scream, but as you latch your thighs around her face and toss your head back and let the waves of hot white pleasure numb your mind, you find you can hardly focus on that fact.

She keeps going though, somehow though your thighs are probably crushing her, eager to get every last drop of you as you climax, her mouth practically sucking at your folds.

You think it might be too much for you, but just as your high dies and your sensitivity turns to slight pain, she eases up on you, slowly pressing soft kisses to you (with one final one of your clit that makes you shiver) before slowly pulling herself back up to face you as your thighs relax.

The sight of her, face red and covered with slick is enough to make you lose your mind for a moment, a familiar heat building back up in you as you pant heavily, trying to cool yourself down.

“Jesus Tei.” You say softly under your breath, before cupping her cheeks and pulling her in for a kiss, which she easily complies with. You taste yourself on her tongue and you wonder briefly if this is what heaven is.

“‘Was good stress relief.” She murmurs after pulling away, the both of you panting slightly.

“...I’ll bet.” You say with a slight smile. “Next time I’ll do the honors though.”

“Next time?” She asks, raising a brow. Her hand comes up to lift one of your thighs up so she can comfortably settle between your thighs, a small smile on her face that looks innocent but screams mischief to you. “I’m not even done with you yet.”

You blink, and swallow, your eyes darkening slightly.

…You might be in for a long night.

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