#now why is this so hot? and all he's doing is walking

[alygator77]

༻behind the screen༺

♡ pairing. gojo x fem! reader (au you're coworkers)

♡ summary. when a late-night swipe on an anonymous dating app leads to a sultry phone call, you think it’s the perfect way to escape your work stress—especially your infuriatingly smug coworker Gojo Satoru. but when the man on the other end starts sounding eerily familiar, secrets slip out.

♡ contents. 18+ MDNI, smut, phone sex, mutual masturbation, praise kink, dirty talk, satoru is pining over you.

♡ wc. 3k

♡ a/n this was a request! it became longer than i anticipated hehe. but i had fun writing it nonetheless 💕

Gojo Satoru was used to being in control. Whether it was at work, in social settings, or just walking into a room, he was the guy who turned heads, the one who made people laugh, the one everyone gravitated toward.

Confidence was his currency, and he spent it lavishly. But around you? His brain seemed to malfunction entirely.

It was infuriating, really. He could charm anyone with a single smile, yet you—you—barely spared him a glance. And when you did, it was usually accompanied by a glare sharp enough to cut glass.

But you didn’t hate Gojo Satoru—hate was too strong a word for someone as maddeningly smug as him.

What you felt for him was more akin to the annoyance of stepping in gum on a hot summer day or spilling coffee on your favorite blouse. He was a constant presence in your life, always hovering with his stupidly perfect grin and those ridiculous quips that made your eye twitch.

And yet, to him, you were an enigma. You didn’t fall for his charm, his playful teasing, or his self-proclaimed ‘devastatingly good looks,’ and that made you a puzzle he was desperate to solve.

At first, he chalked it up to frustration. No one had ever resisted him the way you did, and it had to be a fluke. Then, the realization hit him like a freight train: he didn’t just want your attention—he wanted you.

It was a big, messy crush, and he had no idea what to do about it. Gojo Satoru didn’t pine, for god’s sake. So, he acted indifferent.

Unfortunately, his strategy was… suboptimal.

Relentless teasing. Sarcastic remarks. Even the occasional ‘accidental’ brush of his hand against yours. None of it worked. Instead of pulling you closer, it only seemed to cement your belief that he was a certified pain in the ass.

Case in point: last Friday in the break room.

“Still no boyfriend, huh?” he’d asked with a smirk, leaning casually against the door frame as if he hadn’t been plotting that line all day. “Guess guys just don’t appreciate all that… sarcasm. Or is it the constant glaring?”

The flash of irritation in your eyes was immediate and searing. He regretted it the moment the words left his mouth, but instead of apologizing, he doubled down with a cocky grin. That was his defense mechanism—smugness as a shield.

You didn’t even bother to dignify him with a response. You stormed off, brushing his shoulder while your heels clicked against the floor as he stood there, internally kicking himself.

Now, as you lay in bed on a random Tuesday night, those words played on repeat in your head. It wasn’t because they hurt—of course not. But they lingered, burrowing into your thoughts like an itch you couldn’t scratch.

Was that cocky ass, right? No… you could get a boyfriend… if you wanted to.

The thought made you scowl, your finger aimlessly scrolling through your phone as the glow of the screen illuminated your face.

“God, who cares what he thinks…” you groan, tossing your phone aside. But the moment you did, it buzzed, and the glow of an ad caught your attention.

A dating app. Anonymous. Discreet. Perfect for someone who wanted validation… without the strings.

“Why not?” you mutter, tapping the download button.

You didn’t expect much. Maybe a few shallow conversations, something to pass the time and make you feel less… undesirable.

Fuck it.

༻♡༺

Gojo Satoru slouched on his couch, one arm draped lazily over the backrest while his other hand flicked mindlessly through his phone.

The TV was on, some senseless drama he couldn’t care less about playing in the background. It was just noise, really—something to drown out the thoughts he didn’t want to entertain. Thoughts of you.

“You’re sulking,” Suguru’s voice cut through the haze, casual and smug as always. Satoru barely looked up as his best friend wandered in from the kitchen, a beer in hand.

“I don’t sulk,” his thumb swipes with more force than necessary, and the pout tugging at his lips, said otherwise.

Suguru snorted, plopping down beside him and cracking his beer open.

“Sure,” he said, leisurely taking a sip. “So, what’s your deal this time? Another tragic failure to get her attention?”

Satoru’s eyes flick up to glare at his friend, but the effect was less menacing and more petulant. He looks back at his phone, refusing to dignify that with a response. Still, his pout said everything Suguru needed to know.

“It wasn’t a failed attempt…” he grumbles after a moment. “She reacts… just… the wrong way…”

Suguru’s brow arches is amusement as he takes another sip of his beer.

“Lemme guess… she glared at you. Again.”

Satoru was silent, staring at his phone like it might provide him with a more dignified answer, but eventually, the admission slipped out, quiet and begrudging.

“Her glare is cute…”

Suguru doesn’t miss the soft pink dusting Satoru’s cheeks, and his eyes roll so hard it’s a miracle they don’t fall out of his head. He sets his beer down with a sigh, leaning back to rest an arm along the back of the couch.

“You’ve got it bad, man. Just confess already.”

“I can’t,” Satoru’s sigh is so dramatic it could’ve won him an award. He drops his phone onto his chest, staring up at the ceiling like it holds the secrets of the universe. “She totally hates me.”

“She doesn’t hate you,” Suguru counters. “She just thinks you’re an idiot, which—let’s be real—you kinda are.”

“Wow. Thanks,” Satoru said flatly. “Your support is truly heartwarming.”

Suguru shrugs, unbothered as always. He grabs his beer and takes another sip, eyeing Satoru like he’s both a lost cause and an endless source of entertainment.

“Y’know what your problem is?”

“Oh, please. Enlighten me,” Satoru stretches his legs out on the coffee table.

Suguru sets his can back down with a decisive clink.

“You overthink things with this girl. Maybe you need a distraction. You oughta download one of those dating apps everyone’s obsessed with. Blow off some steam.”

“A dating app?” Satoru’s nose scrunches in disgust, like Suguru had suggested he take up competitive bird watching or something.

Suguru, unperturbed, reaches over and snatches the phone off Satoru’s chest with zero hesitation. “Yep,” his fingers fly over the screen. “You’re clearly incapable of doing this on your own, so I’m doing it for you.”

“Wait, what—”

“There.” Suguru shoves the phone back into Satoru’s hands, grinning like a man who’d just solved world hunger. “All set.”

༻♡༺

That was how Satoru found himself lying in bed, staring at the app now loaded onto his phone—the bright interface practically mocking him.

A dating app? Seriously?

He was Gojo fucking Satoru. He didn’t need help in that department—if anything, people practically threw themselves at him.

And yet, here he was, thumb hovering over the ‘Get Started’ button like it was some kind of nuclear launch code.

“This is so dumb…” he mutters to himself, running a hand through his snow-white hair. But the alternative—sitting here alone and thinking about you—was worse. Much worse.

With a resigned sigh, he taps the button. The setup was painless enough, and he will admit that the app’s anonymity piqued his interest. No names, no faces, no preconceived notions—just bios and conversation. A refreshing change from his usual routine.

But once he started swiping, reality set in.

The profiles were… bland. Painfully so. If he had to read one more line about someone who ‘loves hiking and tacos,’ he was going to throw his phone across the room. Plus, the conversations he’d had were dull at best and unbearable at worst. Small talk wasn’t his thing, and most people just couldn’t seem to keep up with his wit.

Satoru was about five minutes away from deleting the app when your profile popped up. It was short, clever, and witty—his kind of humor. Intrigued, he swiped right and shot you a message.

Hours slipped away like water through his fingers. The conversation flowed so easily it was almost surreal. You didn’t tiptoe around him or try to impress him—you met his sarcasm with your own, and every jab you threw only made him want to know more.

The two of you talked about everything—movies, terrible music recommendations, the absurdity of office politics. The way you called out corporate nonsense had him laughing so hard he had to put the phone down to catch his breath. He couldn’t remember the last time someone made him laugh like that.

God—you were funny, sharp, and quick on your feet in a way that reminded him of—

Nah…

It wasn’t you. It couldn’t be. The universe wasn’t that cruel—or that kind.

He groans, tossing his phone onto the bed and rubbing a hand over his face. His mind was betraying him again, spiraling back to you like it always does.

‘You need a distraction. Blow off some steam.’

Maybe Suguru was right. Maybe he needed a distraction. Something—anything—to get you out of his head.

As his phone buzzes with a new message, his gaze drifts back to the screen.

still there, or did I scare you off?

A slow grin spreads across his face. Whatever. Whoever you were, you had his attention. For tonight, that was enough.

Still here. Hey, can I be honest for a sec?

mmm… depends. how honest?

He smirked, typing quickly.

Well, tbh I’ve been having a tough time. Got it bad for this coworker. Total knockout, but I’m pretty sure she thinks I’m an idiot.

He hits send before he can talk himself out of it, watching the little ‘delivered’ icon appear. Your reply comes after a brief pause.

yikes… sounds complicated.

He chuckles, already typing again.

You have no idea... anyway, I figured I could use a distraction. And if I’m gonna distract myself, I’d rather do it with someone who can actually keep my interest.

There was a beat of hesitation, and then he boldly added:

Wanna have phone sex?

This time, the pause stretched longer. Long enough for him to wonder if he’d blown it. But then, his phone buzzes again.

fuck it... why not?

Grinning like a kid on Christmas morning, he hit the call button through the app. The line rang once, twice, before clicking.

“Hi…” your voice greeted him softly.

“Hey princess,” he drawled. “Thought I might’ve scared you off.”

“Oh… no,” you said, a soft laugh escaping you. “But I will admit, you’re straight to the point, aren’t you?”

“Always.” He leans back further, his free hand trailing lazily over his stomach. “Why waste time, right? Life’s too short for tiptoeing around.”

Ironic, considering how he seemed to do nothing but tiptoe around you—his coworker—at work. You—who always had him second-guessing himself in ways no one else ever could.

However, this wasn’t about you. This was a stranger—right? A voice on the other end of the line. That was all.

But as you laugh through the phone, he closes his eyes, letting the sound settle over him. It was nice… and familiar. Too familiar.

No.

He was imagining things. Again. His brain was playing tricks on him, twisting your voice into something it wasn’t. There was no way it was you.

“So,” he said, steering the conversation back on track. “You’ve done this before?”

“Not really,” you admit, voice dipping slightly. “Actually… no. Honestly, I haven’t. This is my first time.”

His grin widens—the cocky edge returning to his tone.

“First time, huh? Well, you’re in luck. I’m an excellent teacher.”

You let out another soft laugh, nervous but sweet, and it sends a jolt of heat straight through him. What the hell is wrong with him tonight? Your voice—soft, familiar—it feels like a melody he’s heard before.

“Is that so?” you ask, breaking his train of thought.

“Hmm? Oh… absolutely,” he said, shaking his head with a smirk. His fingers drummed against his thigh as he forced himself to focus. “Just relax, princess. Let me guide you.”

“…okay,” you whisper.

He exhales slowly, letting the tension drain from his shoulders as he shifts lower on the bed.

“Now… are you laying in your bed for me?”

“mhmm…” you hum softly.

“Mm, good girl,” he murmurs. “Alright, tell me—what are you wearing?”

“Just… an oversized shirt,” the hesitation in your voice makes him grin. “Nothing else.”

“Yeah?” his hand trails down to the waistband of his sweatpants as he closes his eyes. “That’s perfect. Makes it easy to imagine my hands slipping underneath, right up to that pretty pussy of yours...”

Your sharp inhale crackles through the receiver, and the sound sends a thrill straight to his cock.

“Do something for me,” he begins palming his growing bulge. “Run your hands down your thighs… nice and slow. Tease yourself the way I would.”

There was a beat of silence, and he held his breath, waiting. Then, he heard it—a faint shift in your breathing, followed by a soft, shaky exhale. It was subtle, but it was enough to tell him you were doing exactly as he asked.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, his own hand slipping beneath his waistband to wrap around his cock. It twitched eagerly in his palm, already hard and aching as he imagines you following his instructions.

“…you touching yourself, sweetheart?”

“Y-yeah.”

The word trembles on your lips like a secret only he’s allowed to hear, and his grip tightens on his cock as he begins to stroke himself slowly—matching the rhythm he imagines your hand moving in.

“Good girl,” he purrs, the sheets rustling beneath him as his hand glides across his length. “Now slide your fingers inside that tight little cunt… nice and slow.”

Your soft moan spills through the line, and his hips buck involuntarily at the sound—his hand moving faster.

“Fuck… love hearing those pretty little sounds” he groans as his thumb swipes over his tip, slick with pre-cum. “How many fingers are you using?”

“Two,” you gasp as the word breaks into a moan.

“Add another,” he commands, almost a growl.

You hesitate for just a moment, but then your breathy whimper crackles through the line, and he hisses through clenched teeth, his dick twitching eagerly at the sound. But somehow, without meaning to, his imagination betrays him.

He pictures you—his coworker. Fuck, why couldn’t he stop thinking about you?

You—head tipped back; lips parted as your fingers work you open—his cock throbbed eagerly at the mental image.

Fuck… this was supposed to be a distraction, not fuel for his already out-of-control infatuation. He groaned, annoyed at himself but powerless to stop, and his strokes grew faster, more desperate as he surrendered to the fantasy.

“Haa… that’s my girl,” he praises, eyes fluttering shut as his hips buck into his hand desperately. “Stretch yourself for me. Make yourself nice and ready for my cock… nngh… wanna fucking fill you up, princess. Make you take every inch.”

Your soft, choked moan crackles through the phone, and it unravels him further. His strokes grow faster, more erratic—his free hand gripping the sheets as he chases his release.

“Bet you’d look so pretty,” his hand becomes a frantic blur as he loses himself to his fantasy. “All spread out and dripping for me. Taking my cock like a good girl… haaa… gonna fucking stuff you full as you cum all over m’ dick.”

“Fuck… m’ cumming,” you gasp, and as your broken cry crackles through the receiver, it sends him careening over the edge.

“Fuck… yes, good fucking girl… haaa—m’ cumming too.”

He pumps his cock, hips jerking as thick, hot streams of cum spill over his hand and onto the sheets below. His breath hitches in his throat, and before he can stop himself, your name rips from his lips, raw and guttural, a desperate cry he couldn’t contain.

Through the phone, your own gasping breaths mingle with his—the faint sound of your release trembling through the line. Then, for a brief moment, the world was quiet, save for the shared rhythm of your breathing as the two of you come down from the high.

Until, reality set in.

Fuck.

He blinked up at the ceiling, his free hand raking through his hair as his brain scrambled to process what just happened.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He felt like a goddamn asshole. He’d just moaned someone else’s name—your name—while he was supposed to be with someone else.

What the hell was wrong with him?

But then, you laughed—a soft, breathless sound that broke through his spiraling thoughts.

“That was… fun,” you said warmly, slightly teasing. “But, um… how do you know my name?”

His stomach dropped.

“I… what?” his voice cracked slightly as panic clawed its way up his throat.

“You said my name,” you reply, a curious lilt to your tone now. “I don’t remember telling you my name. And, you know, the app is supposed to be anonymous…”

It hit him all at once.

The voice that had been haunting him, the one that felt so painfully familiar, the one he’d convinced himself couldn’t possibly be yours—it was yours.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath, his heart pounding in his chest as realization washed over him.

“Wait…” your tone shifts from amused to sharp. “You sound familiar. Like… Gojo?”

His stomach flips, dread pooling in his chest like ice water.

“Uh…” He froze, his mind scrambling for something, anything, that could salvage this disaster. “…hi, princess?” His tone was a weak attempt at his usual cocky charm—it fell flat. “Didn’t expect to find you on this app…”

There was a beat of silence, and then, like the idiot he was, his mouth moved faster than his brain.

“Sooo… still no boyfriend then, huh?”

[jinwoosbabyboo]

I have a silly thought that I would like to share with you. Sometimes, I make random noises as a sort of verbal keysmash. Wouldn't it be funny if the verbal keysmashes were somehow Lemurian swear words? Or an old Philos curse?

Gibberish … Maybe?

How I imagine the LADS men reacting to you accidentally saying something in another language. Whole time you just made a random noise and have no clue what they’re even talking about. A/N: Imagine saying "manamana doot dee de dee tee" and they think you just cursed them out in a different language

Zayne

Doorways and staircases really suck sometimes because why did you completely forget what you came in the kitchen for as soon as you walked through the cased opening. You stood there dumbfounded and made a random noise which you could only refer to as a ‘verbal keyboard smash’

Zayne: Where did you learn that? MC: Learn what? Zayne: You just said ‘Forevermore’ in latin MC: I literally made the most random noise my brain could think of Zayne: That was latin clear as day MC: How the hell do you know latin? Zayne: I studied it MC: Why? Zayne: Why not?

From then on Zayne sends you random quotes in latin just to see if you can tell what they say. You keep telling him you never learned latin and have no clue what he’s talking about. After months of him teaching you bits of latin you two have your own little secret language now.

Rafayel

Your brain must've stopped working for a second because here you are opening the oven with your left hand and reaching in with your right hand. The problem? The oven mitt is on your left hand. Just as the tip of your finger is about to hit the edge of that scalding hot cookie sheet you pull your hand back making the most random shocked noise.

Rafayel: What did you just call me? MC: What are you talking about? Rafayel: You just basically called me a barnacle muncher in glubbanese MC: Glubba what?! Rafayel: Who taught you that? MC: Nobody taught me anything what in the blue fuck are you talking about? Rafayel: Are you seeing other Lemurians? MC: I made a random noise Raf get outta my ear with all this

You turned to pull your baked goods out of the oven and set them on the stove. You quickly turned the oven off before turning back to him.

MC: Also aren’t you the only Lemurian left Rafayel: Me and my aunt Talia … wait!

He grips you by the shoulders

Rafayel: Was it her?! I knew it! I'll be back MC: NO! I-

You didn’t get the chance to finish your sentence as he turned on his heels and made a beeline for the front door. You try to stop him from storming out the door, but he was too fast. You stare at the door dumbfounded because you still have no clue what the actual fuck glubbanese is.

Xavier

Xavier was the perfect body pillow to lean against while you read a book. Perhaps you were a little too immersed in your book because when the major plot twist came the most unintelligible string of gibberish came out of your mouth. You felt Xavier stiffen behind you which broke you immersion.

MC: What's wrong? Xavier: Why did you say that? MC: Say what? Xavier: You just said something rather strange in Philosian MC: I said what in philosophy? Xavier: I’d rather not repeat it MC: Xav I literally just made a random noise Xavier: Well that random noise is ‘hairy anus’ in philosian MC: WHAT???

You sat up so fast you somehow managed to fall off the couch hitting your elbow on the coffee table. Xavier pulled you back onto the couch checking to make sure you were okay before you notice the grin he’s trying to hold back. He finds this whole thing hilarious.

MC: Stop laughing! Xavier: I should’ve known you didn’t mean to say that MC: I didn’t say anything I made a random noise Xavier: I’m sure you’ll be more careful next time MC: If Philosian sounds like random throat noises then yea I guess I'll be more careful

Sylus

You were laying on the plush couch in Sylus’ study while he was taking a few business calls. He said he would be done soon however the boredom was getting to you. With absolutely zero thought you blurted out a random noise. You didn’t think much of it until you looked over and saw Sylus starring at you; his brows furrowed and his head cocked. You sat up confused on why he was looking at you as if you’d just called him a no neck bitch or something.

Sylus: Where did you learn that? And when? MC: Learn what? Sylus: You just tried to curse me MC: I didn’t do anything…… Sylus: That was a curse in ancient Philosian MC: That was random gibberish Sylus: …. MC: Fix your face Sylus: Trying to get rid of me sweetie? MC: I’m not trying to do anything! Sylus: Unfortunately for you those curses don’t work on me you’ll have to try something else MC: What in the blue hell do you mean ‘try something else’ I didn’t try anything in the first place!

Ever since you supposedly tried to curse him in a language you’d never heard of he’s constantly teasing you. He checks in from time to time to see if you’ve taught yourself any new spells and you tell him the same thing every time.

MC: Sylus it was a random noise Sylus: Keep telling yourself that Sorceress

[dollishmehrayan]

# “HOLD UP, POSE!” ── .✦ ( model!reader x batboys s/o kinda requested ˚⟡˖ )

a/n: so sorry for the break and how i traumatized half of you guys with my rant (if I suffer you gonna do too && let’s move on now ) and it’s lowkeyy funny ngl but omgg, I’m finally back though soo yeah but I’m finally taking requests again for a bit too so about that yeah and also make sure to go vote on the poll, we’re at 600+ votes already for my 1k event!! Tags: (batboys x model!reader)

© dollishmehrayan — ( all rights reserved to me. These works cannot be reposted, translated, or modified. Thank you for understanding dollies! )

DICK GRAYSON ── .✦

Your biggest fan, no contest. He has a folder on his phone labeled “My Gorgeous Girl” filled with all your magazine covers, runway shots, and candid photos he’s sneakily taken of you (even the ones where you’re eating pizza in sweats).

Loves to drop the fact that you’re a model into conversations. Someone says something even remotely related, and Dick is like, “Oh, that reminds me of the time yn walked for Valentino. She looked stunning. Anyway, how’s your dog?”

Flirty but lowkey jealous. He’s all smiles at your shoots, but if a photographer or fellow model gets a little too friendly, he’ll sidle up behind you, wrap an arm around your waist, and casually go, “Hey, babe, everything good here?”

Runs your fan page in secret. He denies it every time, but you know it’s him posting like archive photos of you? with captions like, “Truly the most breathtaking woman alive.”

Always hypes you up. You’re stressing before a runway show? He’s holding your hands, looking you dead in the eyes, and saying, “You’re going to kill it, just like always. They’re not ready for you.”

JASON TODD ── .✦

Pretends not to care, but he’s secretly obsessed. You’ll catch him flipping through your magazines with a bored expression, but the dog-eared pages of all your spreads say otherwise.

Gets grumpy when he has to share you with the world. “Do you really have to fly to Milan again? Can’t they get someone else to wear the fancy coat?” But he’s the first one to text you after your show with a “You looked amazing. Miss you, though.”

Always lurking at your events. He doesn’t do red carpets, but you’ll spot him in the back of the after-party, leaning against a wall with a drink in hand, watching you like you’re the only person in the room.

Jealous but funny about it. If a male model gets paired with you for a shoot, Jason will grumble, “You know I could wear that suit better, right?”

Says he doesn’t care about fashion but definitely critiques it. “They put you in that? Really? That’s what they think is high fashion?” (Meanwhile, he still owns a leather jacket he’s had since he was 17.)

TIM DRAKE ── .✦

The low-key proud boyfriend. Tim doesn’t brag about you… unless someone else brings it up. Then it’s a full PowerPoint presentation: “Oh, you didn’t know she walked the Paris Fashion Week finale? Let me show you.”, “it’s not that serious Tim.”

Forgets how famous you are sometimes. He’s so focused on his work that when he accompanies you to an event, he’s always surprised when people scream your name. “Wow, they’re… really excited to see you, huh?”

Pretends to be chill but panics at your shoots. If you’re wearing something too revealing, Tim’s sitting in the corner like, “Does she really need to wear that? I mean, it’s fashion, I guess, but still…”

Shows up to all your shows with coffee. He knows your schedule can be brutal, so he always has your favorite drink ready and a warm smile. “Long day, huh? Here, you’ve earned this.”

Accidentally goes viral as your boyfriend. Someone snaps a picture of him holding your bag while you’re doing a fitting, and now he’s trending as “hot model’s mystery man.” Or “Drake Spotted With L/N?”

DAMIAN WAYNE ── .✦

Thinks modeling is beneath you. Not because he doesn’t support you, but because he genuinely thinks you’re too good for it. “Tt. Why waste your time parading around in someone else’s designs when you could rule the world instead?”

Still shows up to your shows like a proud dad. He won’t admit it, but he’s ridiculously proud of you. He’ll sit front row, arms crossed, looking annoyed until you walk out. Then his face softens, and he claps (but only once).

Hates everyone in the industry. Photographers, stylists, agents—he side-eyes them all. “Do they have to touch you so much?”

Quietly supportive in his own way. You come home exhausted, and he’s already brewed your favorite tea and laid out your comfiest pajamas. “You should rest. You’ve worked hard enough today.”

Keeps all your clippings. You find a scrapbook in his study filled with your covers, tear sheets, and event photos. When you ask him about it, he just mutters, “I didn’t want them getting lost.” And even keeps some fan letters that you keep or lost along the way.

BRUCE WAYNE ── .✦

Thinks it’s “adorable.” Bruce can’t help but chuckle whenever you mention your modeling career. “You really enjoy this, don’t you?” But he’s not teasing he genuinely admires how passionate you are.

Surprisingly knowledgeable about fashion. He knows every major designer, can spot couture from a mile away, and will occasionally surprise you by saying things like, “That’s Galliano, isn’t it? From the ‘06 collection?”

Makes every event feel like a power couple moment. When you walk a red carpet together, it’s like the world collectively gasps. He keeps his hand on your back, whispers sweet nothings, and makes sure you’re the center of attention.

Defends your career to anyone who dares question it. Someone makes a snide remark about modeling being “shallow,” and Bruce immediately shuts them down with, “Actually, it’s an incredibly demanding profession that requires both discipline and skill. You should try it sometime.”

Buys your agency. You’re stressed about a bad contract or a difficult agent? Suddenly, Wayne Enterprises owns the company, and Bruce is like, “Problem solved. You can thank me later.”

[jakeswifeyyy]

sunghoon fucking you after going to the gym

Warnings:Unprotected sex,degrading,tit slapping,nipple play,use of pet names(baby,doll,darling) ,inplied big dick sunghoon,daddy kink andd I think that's all :)

MDNI!

Okay hear me out anon.

Like roommates with benefits sunghoon whom comes from the gym after a heavy workout for 3 hours straight ,clad in an oversized sleevless black shirt showing his big ass muscles(lowkey drooling at the image 🤤).

The whole roommates with benefits agenda started because of the oh so obvious built up sexual tension between you two,lingering touches,undressing each other with your eyes but that was a story for another day as he walked in from the gym,headphones on,gym bag on his shoulder with his joggers which were more of an excuse which blessed your eyes,him,the Greek God himself, sweating trickling down his face,smirked seeing you eyeing him so shamelessly.

"You're not so subtle y/n."

Hearing him speak before shutting the door behind him taking off his shoes before dropping his bag near the kitchen before walking towards you who was peering at him over your shoulder,before leaning down so close to you while staring straight ahead before snatching your cup of water from you gulping it down.

"Who said I was trying to be subtle Park."

You taunted him before scoffing turning back to face the long forgotten show playing on the TV.

"You just have a hot body I sometimes forget my manners."

He raised his eyebrow cocking his head to the side before smirking while eyeing your side profile as you watched the TV or more appropriately tried to watch the TV.You were getting more bold with your words and he wasn't complaining ,he liked having competition either way.

"If you find it so hot why don't you do something about it." You nearly jumped hearing him suddenly speak right next to your ear,breath tickling your earlobe before he slightly nibbled on it.

"Ew go take a shower atleast." He chuckled at your words before pulling you up to seat you on the armrest of the couch before trapping you in his arms which were on your sides on the couch.

"Why should I when you like seeing me like this hm?Tell me doll,tell me you don't like the image of me on top of you pounding into this pretty cunt darling."

He moved his face closer as you moved yours backwards,yeah you were normally dominant with all guys you slept with but something about sunghoon ever since you moved in,his aura was just different ,very different for the usual submissive virgin boys you went for,he wasn't your type at all but even so the tension kept growing between you two day by day,you always teased him when he wanted to have his way with you,even though he eventually did but teasing him was fun while it lasted.

He smirked when you moved away,"Why so quiet now doll."

You chuckled wrapping your arms around his neck,pulling him closer as he slightly stumbled causing you to fall back wards onto the couch as he fell on top of you holding himself up with one arm,he tsked poking his inner cheek with his tongue before scoffing.

"Thought I already taught you a lesson on who's incharge here guess you still don't wanna learn huh."

He didn't give you a chance to respond before crashing his lips on yours as you puked him closer with your arms around his neck,equally roughly kissing him back as your teeth clashed ,biting on his lower lip as he let out a groan before shoving his tongue into your mouth as he licked into your warn cavern ,obscenely moaning into his kiss,he was rough ,again contrasting your expectations, you were usually the one initiating the roughness,but is seems you meeting him wasn't part of the expectations either,everything about him was just...different.

After a couple minutes making out he pulled away,"Since you wanna be in control so much,ride me slut." You wouldn't deny that something about him degrading you had you on chokehold as you nodded before he pulled back completely and sat up,his sweaty self cooled off due to the high blast of the AC in the living room.

Quickly climbing onto his lap as his arms stretched on the couch behind you,you took of your cropped shirt which you hadn't worn anything under and he smirked biting his lower lip before grabbing one tit,squeezing it as your nipples hardened more due to the cold air in the room before you whimpered as he slapped your sensitive nipple.

"That's my good girl,always knowing what daddy wants isn't it?"

Letting out a choked moan you reply with a yes as you tugged on his shirt telling him to take it off ,as he did you run your hands down his abs down to his exposed valine before tracing them back up ,brushing over his nipples as his breath hitched before he held you by your wrist.

"Cut to the chase baby no foreplay for you today I'm too impatient."

Nodding you stand on your knees taking your booty shorts off leaving you bare as you lowered his joggers together with his boxers to his knees before wrapping your arm around his cock which stood between the both of ,angry fat red tip leaking with precum,as you pu.ped him a few times before lining it up with your entrance,slowly sliding down as you moaned vocally,his palm cupping your ass cheeks spreading them apart as he squeezed at the flesh,after completely taking him in you shuddered ,stabilising yourself on his shoulders,adjusting to his size which was always big to you.

"What're you waiting for slut,ride it or I'll punish you." Nodding quirky knowing he wouldn't let you come if you didn't before you started bouncing up and down on his length murmuring fucks as he pulled you closer,hand going to your tits pushing then together as he licked at your now held together nipples as you moaned rocking yourself faster in between bouncing ,alternating as he liked it that way,his hand snaking down to rub your clit in fast circles as he held your tits with one hand,licking all over messily ,drool pouring everywhere,the slurping sounds enough to make you feel your climax approaching.

"Hoon p-please ...w-wanna cum ngh."

He kissed your neck all over essentially sucking on some spots to hear your beautiful noises,"Cum for me baby,coat my cock baby." He soothed into your hear as your moans increasingly got louder before feeling your high crash down on you,thighs on fire from all the bouncing,as he lifted you off of him your cunt clenching around his length along the way was enough to make him cum right there,throwing his head back as he pumped his fist around his cock slowly riding out his high before he smirked at you,laughing at your fucked out state before picking you up bridal style heading to the bathroom.

"Guess we both need a shower now baby,"

You scoffed at him,"I know you want round2,"

He laughed again,"I'll do all the work this time, promise baby"

"Park Sunghoom I will kill you,"

A/n:Tysm for 86 followers guys in less than a month ly all ❤️,and also sorry to the anon for delaying this a bit I have a lot of projects this time 😓

[brooklynnbbg]

Now sister girl ima pretty pretty pretty please need you to write an opposite one where you start an argument with Luigi and he just decides “you know what, that’s enough from you” and just grabs your throat and shuts you up with overstimulation. Bonus points if somewhere along he smugly asks “what were we arguing about amore?” UGH I need him baddd 😩😩

♡ WARNINGS - Smut! Oral (f), unprotected p in v, choking, Luigi is mean!

♡ A/N - ANON I love you holy shit this is hot 

The air was thick with tension, the argument spiraling out of control. It rarely ever got this bad, but tonight it was awful. You two were screaming at each other, and you didn’t even remember why. All you knew was you were mad, very mad.  Lu's jaw was clenched, you could see him growing closer to his breaking point, his brown eyes blazing as you hurled another pointed jab his way. 

“You always do this,” you cried, flailing your arms at him, completely hysterical. “Acting like you’re always right, like you—”

Before you could finish, Luigi closed the distance between you in a single, purposeful stride. His hand shot up, wrapping around your throat with firm but controlled pressure, cutting off the rest of your rant.

“That’s fucking enough from you,” he practically growled, pushing you against the wall. 

Your breath hitched, your argument almost forgotten as heat pooled in your core. The dominance in his stance, the possessive grip on your throat—it rendered you speechless. His thumb stroked the column of your neck, a stark contrast to the intensity in his eyes.

“You’re so fucking mouthy,” he muttered, backing you against the wall. “Always got something to say, don’t you?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but the sharp arch of his brow silenced you.

“Not another fucking word,” he ordered, his hand leaving your throat to trail down your body. The absence of his touch made you whimper, but it was short-lived as his fingers dipped under the waistband of your shorts.

Lu's lips crashed onto yours, his kiss hot and commanding. He swallowed your moan as his fingers slid between your folds, finding you embarrassingly wet. He smirked against your lips, pulling back just enough to whisper, “Arguing gets you this worked up? Naughty girl.”

You didn’t have time to feel embarrassed. He dropped to his knees, yanking your shorts and panties down in one swift motion. His hands gripped your thighs, spreading you open as his mouth descended on you. His tongue moved with expert precision, alternating between licking and sucking your clit until your legs trembled.

“Fuck, Lu,” you gasped, your fingers tangling in his curls.

He hummed against you, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your body. Just as you thought you’d tip over the edge, he pulled back, his chin glistening as he looked up at you with a devilish grin.

“What was that, diavolina? I couldn’t hear you,” he teased, sliding two fingers inside you without warning. Your head fell back against the wall, a cry escaping your lips.

“You… fuck you..” you managed to choke out, your body arching into his touch, even though you tried to take back control.

Luigi laughed darkly, curling his fingers to hit that spot that made you go weak “Careful,” he warned, “Or I’ll make sure you don’t walk tomorrow.”

You were close, so close, and he knew it. His pace quickened, his fingers thrusting relentlessly as his thumb circled your clit. When your orgasm hit, it was blinding, your cries echoing in the small room. But Luig ididn’t stop.

“Too much,” you whimpered, trying to squirm away, but his free hand gripped your hip, holding you in place.

“Too much?” he mocked, leaning up to kiss you fiercely. “You’ll take everything I give you, love.”

Before you could recover, he stood and flipped you around, pressing your chest against the wall. His hands gripped your hips as he slid his cock through your folds, teasing your sensitive clit.

“Lu, please,” you begged, your voice shaky.

“Please what?” he asked, his tone dripping with smugness. “Use your words, darling.”

“Fuck me,” you said, desperate and needy.

He didn’t make you wait. With one powerful thrust, he filled you completely, a guttural moan tearing from his throat. He set a brutal pace, his hips slamming into yours as he drove you higher and higher. Your moans filled the room, high pitched and desperate. “What were you mad at me about again?” he said smuggly, knowing you wouldn’t be able to respond. 

“So fucking tight,” he growled, his hand snaking around to toy with your clit. “You were made for me, weren’t you?”

You could only nod, your body too consumed by pleasure to form coherent words. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixed with your breathless moans and his grunts of effort.

“That’s it,” he coaxed, his voice softer but no less commanding. “Come for me again, amore mio. Let me feel you.”

You shattered, your second orgasm ripping through you with a force that left you trembling. Luigi followed moments later, his body tensing as he spilled into you with a low groan. He stayed there, buried deep inside you, his forehead resting against your shoulder as you both caught your breath.

After a moment, he pulled out gently and turned you to face him. His hands cupped your cheeks, his thumbs brushing away the stray tears on your flushed face. You couldn’t even remember why you were mad. 

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PERFECT ROLE | 2.7k

alcoholic! toji fushiguro x fem!reader

description: you’ve always been his perfect housewife. you’ve been there to keep the bed warm, keep the food hot, and there to cry when he’s been out all night drinking.

tags/warning: angst, crying, kitchen sex, clothed sex, mentions of drinking, implied alcoholic, toji's not a great husband but he is trying, REPOST (from my other account lolol), emotional sex

all of your days seem to start the same.

laundry, feeding your child, cleaning her room, etc. when you signed up for motherhood, you weren’t expecting the redundancy that tags along with it. still, even your bad days feel good and you couldn’t imagine trading motherhood for anything else. you smile a little as you tuck your last child into bed, pressing a chaste kiss to her forehead before leaving quietly.

you have no regrets because you love your little girl. and sometimes, you love your husband too. the sound of jingling keys seems to snap you out of your thoughts and you huff out a breath, making your way downstairs. the stairs croak a bit, so you’re aware he knows you’re coming.

it isn’t written on your face, but you are rather upset. you’ve known your husband since he was a teenager- which means you’re aware of things he may not even be aware of. like the fact that he honestly prefers eating with other people. you’ve noticed the man goes a little crazy when you refuse to eat at the table with him. not just that, though, but you know the way his mind works.

toji doesn’t know what a promise is. or he’s got no idea what it means to make one.

he’ll make tons of empty promises that he never intended to keep in the first place, and then he’ll get pissy at you for being upset with him. it’s unfortunate, but you’ve always learned to just accept it and work around that flaw. until now, you’ve never allowed his blatant disregard for your feelings to send you into such despair. your emotions are a tool you’ve worked diligently to keep in place. it’s like a stone wall: they aren’t so easily broken or disturbed. not by just anyone, at least.  the only person who could disturb the artificial peace you’ve created to keep yourself sane is toji.

you’re barely near the man, still leisurely walking down your loud, wooden steps- but you can smell him.

cheap liquor. it’s all you’ve been able to smell this week.

“‘m back,” he calls, the shrinking scar on his lip pulling into a sickening grin. it seems so long ago but there was a time when you enjoyed his smile. there was a time when it brightened your day just to see the stupid little smirk he’d have on his face when you did something for him, or even when you’d wore a pretty outfit he liked.

“it’s late, toji,” you start, finally making your way down the steps and right past your husband. he barely feels like that to you anymore. “haven’t even had work this week but you’re out all night. it’s funny.”

you shoot him a quick glare before brightening up the kitchen a bit when you turn the stove light on.

“don’t be like that, i let you go out when you wanna.” he sits in one of the chairs in the dining area, a sly grin still glued to his stupid face. your eyebrows furrow and your head turns to look at him, your hand anxiously playing with the loose strings of your nightgown.

“let me? toji, you can’t let me do anything. i haven’t even been out to do anything but run errands.” another sigh escaped your lip and you feel like you might vomit. you’ve been up since 6, running errands, doing laundry, and making breakfast. not to mention, crying yourself nearly to death worrying about your husband. is he alright? why’s he been out so much recently? does he need to talk?

you’re worried out of your mind. it’s like your head’s been spinning and your thoughts aren’t even your own. so anxious, you’re nearly on the verge of vomiting daily. toji hardly even notices you said anything before he’s back to picking at the food on his plate.

“you promised you wouldn’t keep drinking.” he’s draining your energy day by day and you’re unsure if you can even keep up. your voice is merely a croak, fingers still widely tangling and untangling in the loose threads of your satin gown. you wanna say good night and kiss him on the cheek? even tell him that you aren’t mad, just worried is all.

you don’t.

you’re about to move past him. you’re tired and irritated- you need some sleep and a long bath and much to your dismay, he carefully grabs your arm. you’ve been with the kids all day. the kids you’d agreed to procreate when he promised a foolish illusion of a perfect family. you won’t regret your children- don’t think you could ever live with yourself if you did, honestly.

but you’re starting to think you chose the wrong person to start a family with.

he doesn’t speak. his presence is so subtle, it’s like he’s holding his breath. you feel a chill run through your back when he pulls you into his lap, attempting to have you straddle him. your energy, the rest of it, has been used up for the night. you don’t have the proper motivation to even fight with him. on a normal night, maybe you’d push him away a little hard and then come back to apologize. maybe on a normal night, you’d just bury your face in his welcoming neck without fighting him. maybe even ask if he’s okay. you wanna know. you gotta.

however, tonight isn’t a normal night. you haven’t had one in a while.

you have enough energy to turn your head to the side. you can barely stomach looking at his flushed face and wild hair. he’s as red as a tomato, with individual strands of hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. you’ve been missing him so much that the images of how happy he used to look simply from being around you and your children flash through your mind, almost as if your own head’s mocking you. like your mind’s telling you how pathetic it is that you’re losing the family you built. going from a loving housewife to your husband’s burden.

does he hate you? is that why he’s been acting so recklessly? you’re no stranger to fantasizing about your life before a family. you often thought about a different career choice or how much free time you’d have if something, anything, had changed. that didn’t mean you didn’t want toji anymore, though. the thought of him hating you or feeling any type of disgust with you caused your stomach to churn painfully, embarrassingly enough. he was still your lover. always had been.

“you know how much i love you, yeah?” he whispers, the scent of liquor heavy on his thick tongue. his words cause you to flush with a bittersweet sensation. loves you? he’s constantly gone and making you worried. you can’t remember the last time he asked about your day or helped out at home.

you pout childishly, stifling an unwanted laugh. nothing about this is amusing to you, but you genuinely can’t help the laugh beginning to escape your lips. “yeah? then i don’t see why you make me worry so much.” you finally bring yourself to face him, tears awkwardly welling in your eyes. blinking them away, you subconsciously pressed your head against his. you can hear his breath hitch in his throat before his hands gently grip your clothed waist. you’ve been doing well at keeping your frustration with your situation at bay, but something about sitting in your husband’s lap just broke you. when was the last time you were able to feel his warmth? it felt nice. you were starting to remember just how much you missed feeling his body against yours again.

god, you were beginning to feel so needy.

“hey,” you hear him start before he quickly stops talking. you assume he’s attempting to rack his tipsy brain for the right words, but it must be difficult in his haze. still, he’s seeming to sober up in your presence. “don’t cry, please. not over me.”

tears still drip from your eyes, your body ignoring his words. how can you stop now? you’ve been crying all day. all week. he’ll never understand what he’s doing to your mind until it’s too late for the both of you. you’re constantly on edge, feeling like you’ll break. he’ll tell you something sweet, claiming he’ll stop or that he’s sorry- but won’t do anything to make you believe it. you’ve stopped trusting him and you hate that so much. hate how much you’re regretting a relationship with him and how far you’ve both taken it.

neither of you is ready to be together.

even then, you can’t leave. you have a child together. and secretly, even if you won’t admit it, you still love him. even if you’re angry and frustrated, and depressed- you’ll always love him. you’ll always be here, keeping the bed warm and keeping food on the table for when he gets home.

that’s one promise you can’t break.

“please, you’re hurting me a lot.” you’re trying to be honest. until now, you’ve held the way you’ve felt for as long as possible, only confronting him when the situation escalates. you’ve been a good woman. a good wife, for him. “i can’t- not by myself. please, toji. please.” you plead with him, bringing the back of your hand up to quickly wipe away your unwelcome tears.

even in the dim light, you can tell how much his face drops seeing you cry. you’re aware of how his mouth opens, but then quickly shuts. his eyes find yours and his hands squeeze your waist a little. nothing is stopping you from releasing a low groan, so you do. poking your lip out while you watched, or rather felt, for his every move.

he presses a chaste kiss to your neck and suddenly, you can’t remember what you were so upset about. the feeling of his scarred lip bewitches you and forces more groans from your lips. your body seems to move on its own, hips gyrating over his clothed bulge in a steady movement. your lips move to his neck now, your brain filling with fuzz while his hands travel over your needy body. goosebumps begin to form along your skin when he touches you, but he barely notices. it’s been too long since you’ve been touched like this.

“there she is,” toji pushes his strands of hair out of his face before gently grabbing your chin. his eyes are intimidating as ever, but you feel a sudden warmth when he looks at you now. the same gentle fire in his stomach you used to feel. it’s dangerous. it’s dangerous because it feels like hypnotism. every worry or stressor in your life seems to become so blurry they’ve disappeared. your feelings are surprisingly at ease, and shoulders that were once tense now drop lazily. “my pretty lil’ housewife. knew you couldn’t stay mad at me…”

his words should snap you out of your daze. they should upset you because now it’s clear he’s either attempting to make a shitty apology or distract you. despite your awareness, you’re unable to bring yourself to stop.

“yeah…” you breathe out hoarsely, attempting to roll your hips against his hardening bulge once again before he stops you, tightly gripping your waist. your head shoots up to stare at him, silently questioning him. his hands quickly leave your waist before silently fumbling with his belt and zipper. you suck your lip into your mouth and nervously pull your nightgown up to your tummy. the world around the both of you seems to fade away, the only thing on your mind now being your husband. toji, toji, toji.

you breathe out a cool breath, shaky fingers snaking down to pull your sticky panties to the side. your husband’s mouth pulls into a grin when he notices his effect on you, blowing some air from his mouth. you watch intently as his thick fingers wrap around the base of his cock. he glances up at you for a split second before he’s rubbing the top of his cock against your wet clit. you shiver, your chest rising and falling dramatically from such a simple touch. you can feel nerves surge throughout your stomach from both pleasure and anxiety, but you ignore it.

it’s painfully quiet, the only sounds being your soft groans and toji’s grunts. he slicks his cock with a mixture of saliva and your arousal before lining it with your entrance. once he pushes in, you can no longer contain yourself. your eyes water again from the stretch, but you’re still moaning. couldn’t stop if you wanted to. your mouth hangs open, tongue lolling to the side while bottoms out in your tight heat.

“been so long baby,” he whimpers, fucking whimpers, in your ear, the familiar feel of his hands now back on your waist. “missed feeling you like this so bad.” you can feel his hips thrust upward, fucking into you in swift movements while you just take it. you feel his cock drag against your sopping walls, the sound of your slick gushing not going unnoticed by either of you. it’s almost awkward the way you just sit there and take what he’s giving you.

his pace slows down now and then, the gentle drag of his throbbing cock sending waves of pleasure through your body. you huff out gentle breaths into his neck while toji has his way with your body for the first time in a while. neither of you feels talkative tonight given the tension, but you wanna cry out to him. your body’s been on fire these nights without feeling his cock filling you up so, so so perfectly.

with a free hand, he makes a gap between the both of you and presses his finger to your aching clit, causing you to cry out loudly. you throw your head back, finally gaining a bit of control. you leisurely rotate your hips, holding onto toji’s broad shoulders as a way to keep your balance. toji never stops moving. he never stops fucking himself inside of you, one hand gripping your ass while the other gently presses down on your clit.

you know he isn’t good at apologies. is this his way of apologizing? you can’t help but wonder.

he could feel your walls gripping him like you were too afraid to let go- and it was driving him insane. you could tell as much, groaning from the way he throbbed inside of you. “gripping me like-” he stops and grunts, pace quickening once again. you can hear the sound of his cock pounding you, along with the sound of your slick continuing to escape your pussy. it’s almost too much, really. “like you want another baby. do you? you wan’ another, hm?”

goodness, no. you don’t need another child in this situation. you wouldn’t be ready and you know he wouldn’t be either. despite that fact, the fantasy of him pumping more children into you was starting to force a reaction from you. your toes clenched tightly while you rode his cock, pulling yourself off a bit before sliding down quickly. the nerves in your stomach were out of control and you broke out in chills. you were almost there. you buried your face in his shoulder while you moaned, riding out your quiet orgasm. his fingers sped on your aching clit, encouraging you to use him for your own pleasure. he was so lovely in bed.

toji whispered how much of a good girl you were for him before he found himself painting your walls in thick ropes of hot cum. he thrusts into you a few more times before halting, hands weakly wrapping around your hips in an attempt to pull you even closer.

he didn’t have to say anything for you to know he was sorry.

“‘m sorry i haven’t changed.” his voice was croaky, you’d noticed.

“‘ts okay. won’t leave you. can’t.” your lips were pursed while you lay your head on his shoulder, thinking about your words. there was nothing sadder to you than your own desperation. no matter how this played out, you couldn’t see yourself leaving him. no matter how much you were regretting your marriage, you’d never leave.

you were realizing that maybe you weren’t good for each other after all. the toxicity of your relationship was nothing to laugh at.

but even then, you’d continue playing the role of his perfect housewife.

[thef1diary]

save me mafia daniel save me 😵‍💫 why does he strike me as the type to stage a meet cute with you…. like you meet him for the first time and you find him so hot and chivalrous and charming….. meanwhile this is definitely not the first time he’s seen you, having jerked off to videos of you more than once. it’s just to gather intel, obviously…. but what does it matter if he has a little fun while he’s at it?

— nonnie… I’m speechless, oh my 🥵 kindaaaa bordering on stalker behaviour but hey that’s part of his job…right? 18+ content below

The first time you met Daniel, it felt like fate—or so you thought. He “accidentally” bumped into you outside your favorite café, his large hands steadying you with an apologetic grin that could charm the devil—if he wasn’t the embodiment of the devil himself. He smelled rich, like leather and spice, his brown eyes warm as he apologized, offering to buy you a coffee to make it up to you.

What you didn’t know was that this wasn’t your first meeting.

Daniel had been watching you for weeks, tasked with knowing your every move. Your schedule was etched into his mind: where you were, when you’d be there, and what you usually did. He had every detail memorized—what time you left for yoga, the path you took to your favorite bookstore, even how you liked your coffee. That’s why he was here today, “accidentally” bumping into you at the perfect moment, his timing precise, rehearsed.

It wasn’t hard for a man like him. As the right-hand man to one of the most powerful mafia bosses, Daniel was used to tracking targets, extracting information, and executing plans with ruthless precision. But with you, it wasn’t just business. It had become personal in a way.

Photos of you filled his personal phone: candid shots of you walking down the street, laughing with friends, or lounging on your family’s estate. He’d even managed to hack into the cameras around your house, capturing intimate moments that you thought were private. Those videos—especially the ones of you sprawled across your bed, wearing nothing but a tank top and panties—had kept him up at night, his hand wrapped tightly around his cock as he imagined what it’d be like to have you for himself.

And now, sitting in front of you at a corner table inside the café, hearing you thank him with that soft, sweet laugh, he could barely keep his composure. You had no idea what kind of man he was, no clue that the hand brushing innocently against yours had been the same one gripping his cock while he replayed obscene videos of you in the dark.

“So, do you come here often?” he asked, his voice smooth and casual, masking the filth in his thoughts.

You smiled, twirling a strand of hair around your finger, entirely unaware of the predator in front of you. “Every Friday,” you said, and Daniel filed it away even though he already knew. He’d been watching you come here for weeks, the pattern of your visits as predictable as clockwork.

His cock throbbed as he watched you sip your drink, the faintest trace of foam lingering on your upper lip. He wanted to lean in, to lick it off himself, but he settled for imagining the taste of you instead. His thoughts grew darker, filthier—how you’d look with his cum dripping out of your pussy, your lips swollen from his kisses, your voice hoarse from screaming his name.

Daniel didn’t just want to fuck you; he wanted to own you. He wanted to see the perfect, polished princess of the rival mafia family beg for him, to have you come apart on his tongue, his cock, his fingers. And the best part? You’d never know it was all orchestrated. That every touch, every charming smile, every calculated word was part of a plan—one that had less to do with gathering information and everything to do with his obsession.

Later that night, back in the privacy of his penthouse, Daniel replayed the scene in his head as he unbuckled his belt, his cock already hard and leaking. His phone buzzed with notifications—reminders of your whereabouts for tomorrow, surveillance updates—but he ignored them, too busy imagining the way you’d taste, the way you’d look spread out for him.

He gripped his cock tightly, his strokes slow at first as he thought about your lips, your legs, the way your body would tremble if he pressed his tongue to your clit. He wondered if you were shy or and let him set the pace or if you had a filthy mouth, begging him to let you cum. He picked up speed, his breath growing ragged as he imagined you holding yourself spread for him, reduced to a shameless little thing with doe eyes and a pout on your full lips.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his head falling back against the couch as his hips jerked upward into his fist. His mind replayed every detail from earlier: the way your hand lingered on his arm, the sparkle in your eyes when you laughed. He came hard, spilling over his hand with a low growl, your name slipping past his lips.

Daniel leaned back, chest heaving, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips. You had no idea what you’d done to him, no idea that your chance encounter was anything but.

And next Friday, he’d make sure you fell a little further under his spell.

want more mafia!daniel? send me an ask with your filthiest thoughts and it’ll get answered during one of my dirty drabble days

[bloodlineslut]

Mad at Me | Roman Reigns

Images/GIFs aren’t mine, credits to rightful owners.

Pairings: Roman Reigns x black! Reader

Warnings: slight arguing, pent up (sexual) frustration, smut, choking, spanking

Summary: You and your husband Roman have been bumping heads a lot lately, but he has just the thing to set you straight.

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: This one is kinda inspired by Mad at Me by Sexyy Red. It’s just filthy. That’s it.

“Baby, you gone stop this lil’ attitude you been having.” Roman firmly tells you while he pours some Crown Royal over ice. Lord knows he needs it.

“My attitude? Nah that’s been all you.” You sassily combat his words before flipping your goddess braids over your shoulder and walking up the stairs of your 2-story lavish home. Your plan was to just come upstairs to relax and get away from the source of your attitude, but you hear his heavy footsteps not far behind you.

You smack your teeth and roll your eyes as you walk into your shared master bedroom. “Roman, I just don’t wanna talk to you right now.” Truth be told, you’re not exactly sure why you’ve been mean to him. He hasn’t done anything wrong, really. You just wish he was at home more.

You glance up from your phone to see him firmly put his drink down on the dresser. He walks up to you and quickly takes your phone out of your hands and places it on the same dresser.

“Really?” You squint your eyes, looking up at his large figure. He had on black sweatpants and a fitted, black T shirt that displayed his muscles that looked like they were trying to break free. He’s also been getting a little more grey in his beard as the years go by, and it just makes him look even more fine.

“Yes, really. Baby, I’m getting tired of your lil’ smart ass mouth.” He admits.

Your mouth parts a little, surprised that he’s arguing back at you. Usually he keeps everything in when you get like this.

“Okay well I wouldn’t have a ‘smart ass mouth’ if you didn’t make me mad.” You cross your arms across your chest, unintentionally pushing your breasts together which caught Roman’s attention for a split second.

He licked his lips, but returned back to his upset expression on his face.

“But that’s the thing! I don’t know why you’re mad!” His voice raises just a little out of frustration.

You roll your eyes and turn your head to look away from him. “I already told you why I was mad.”

There was silence in the bedroom for a bit, but it felt longer with his eyes on you, raking up and down your body.

“…I know what it is.” Roman finally says, stroking his thick beard slowly.

You say nothing, wanting to hear if he finally figured it out.

“You need some of my attention.” He tells you. You rolled your eyes for the umpteenth time today.

Ugh, he has such a big ego.

“Oh please, Roman. If I want attention, I know how to get it.” You rebut his so-called realization.

“Yeah, you sure do. I haven’t been home as much, and you just need some attention.”

He walks closer to the edge of the bed, towering over you and brings one of his large hands to your chest, gently and firmly pushing you back to lay on the king-sized bed.

You don’t even have time to let out a smart ass remark because Roman captures your soft, plump lips in his. He took the lead in the kiss, caressing your lips, and you could taste the faint presence of the brown liquor. His hands wrapped around your thighs and hooked them around his waist.

You started to bring your hands to his face, but he stopped you and pinned them both to the soft mattress, and at the same time, he softly slipped his tongue into your mouth to start sloppily kissing.

All the anger and irritation that you felt towards him just seemed to melt away in his mouth as his kisses took your breath away. You let out a whimper and breathless moan.

His soft lips left your mouth, but stayed connected to your skin as he trailed open mouth kisses down your jaw, then to your awaiting neck. He licked a hot stripe up your sweet spot, then latched his lips right there and kissed and sucked it.

You bit your swollen lips and tried to break out of the hold that his hands still had on yours, pinned to the bed.

“If I let go, are you gon’ give me any more mouth?” His voice came out deeper than normal, so turned on and horny.

You helplessly shake your head no.

He unpins his hands from yours, but for some reason you keep them there, above your head. He notices this.

“Yea, you know what? Keep ‘em up there.” His lips leave your neck, trailing over your collarbone, kissing there, and then to your breasts.

“Giving me all that damn sass and shit…” He quietly growls out before wrapping his lips around your hard nipple and swirling his tongue around it. Your back arches up from the bed and closer to his mouth.

His other hand gently kneads your other breast, rolling the nipple between his thick, strong fingers.

You moaned out at the delicious feeling. It was like the pleasure from your nipples went straight down to your core, making more of your essence leak out of you and onto your pink panties.

Roman’s lips kissed across the valley between your breasts and wrapped his lips around the other nipple. His tongue swirling around it and sucking it made your head spin.

“This what you wanted baby?” He looks you dead in your eyes before resuming his delicious attack on your sensitive nipples.

You threw your head back on the bed in pleasure, unable to answer.

His lips left your nipple and you feel both of his strong hands on your waist, flipping you over on your stomach. He grabs your hips, so your ass is in the air.

You feel the bed lighten as he gets off it, but his presence is back just as quickly as it left. He took his sweatpants and boxers off, his heavy cock very erect.

You feel his hands grab and squeeze your cheeks, before landing a spank on one, and it makes you lurch forward a little.

He pulls you right back to where you were. “Mm mm. Ain’t no running, baby. You been acting like a little brat all week. I’m ‘bout to get all that outta you.” He lands another spank on your other cheek, enjoying watching the cheeks jiggle.

Roman hooks his fingers in the waistband of your panties and slides them off of your ass, but only pulls them down to stop at your knees.

He pulls your plump cheeks apart, seeing that little hole glistening, dripping, and squeezing around nothing.

“Unghh, Roman…please?” Your voice comes out in a whimper.

“Oh, now you wanna be nice?” He laughs. “Don’t worry baby, Daddy will get you right.” Those were the last words you hear before you felt his tongue lick up the length of your pussy.

It invaded all of your wet folds, spreading your wetness everywhere. His large hand grabbed your ass, pulling it away from his mouth, trying to spread you out as much as possible for his tongue.

You couldn’t even think straight, it felt so good. He maneuvered his skilled tongue up and down, slowly, but reaching every part of your pussy.

He then switched between flicking your exposed clit with his tongue and sucking it between his lips to get your taste in his mouth.

“Fuck, princess. You always taste so good.” He tells you then resumes back to delicately flicking your fluttering clit. He licked up to your hole, then stuck his tongue inside your pussy.

“Oohh Roman!” The words came out of your mouth before you realized it. He then got into a motion of moving his tongue in and out of your desperate hole.

This felt too good. You started to move your hips back, fucking his tongue. That made him groan out. “Come on baby, just like that.”

You were getting closer to your orgasm just by fucking his tongue when he suddenly pulled away. You looked at him over your shoulder.

“Why’d you stop?” You desperately ask him.

He smirks and kneels on the bed behind you. “Because I want you to take this dick and come on it.” He says lowly. You feel him rub the head of his heavy cock up and down your slick folds, his other hand resting on your hip.

He does this for too long. “Roman please just put it in,” You practically beg him. He doesn’t say anything but makes your wish come true. He slowly slides his thick length inside your tight pussy. He growled lowly at the intense pleasure.

He lets you get adjusted to his size, which he can tell by you not being so tense anymore. You just let your body flop against the bed.

He kept one hand on your hip and brought the other one to your shoulder, getting leverage. The first few thrusts were gentle, making you moan out.

Roman wanted you to lose yourself a couple times.

With both hands on your waist now, he increased the strength of his thrusts, but not going too hard. Just enough to make you want to run from him because it feels too good.

“I knew you just needed some dick.” His pleasure-filled voice rang out. Your face rested against the sheets. Your mouth was hanging open, not able to form words, and spit was leaking onto the sheets just like your juices were.

“Tell Daddy how good I’m digging you out.” Roman prompted and slowed his thrusts to be achingly slow, feeling every ridge, every inch of his cock rubbing against your walls.

“Mmm—it feels so good, Daddy.” You manage to get out.

He resumed his powerful, deep thrusts while looking at how your ass jiggled with each one. He raised his hand and brought a blow to your ass amid his thrusts. “You better act right after this.” He warns you.

Every thrust makes you crave more and more, so you say anything to keep him from stopping.

“I—I will Daddy. I’ll be so g—good.” You say in between your moans of pleasure and whimpers.

“Alright. Let me hit that spot for you, princess.” He forces your back to arch more so he can rub against your G-spot.

He finds it instantly, feeling you clench tighter around him.

“Oh fuck! Yesss—right there!” You scream out. He dug you out so good it made your head want to explode.

“Yeah? Come on, princess. You taking that dick so good.” Roman kept thrusting at that exact angle. You felt your orgasm quickly building and it finally hit you.

Your legs were shaking and you screamed as more of your juices leaked out and onto Roman’s dick.

He loved feeling your pussy clamp down on his dick like that and you always creamed too.

He let you ride your high, but then he gently pulled out and switched positions so that he laid on the large bed and you were straddling him. He brought your face down to his and kissed you, while positioning his length to enter you again.

Your mouth fell open in pleasure and he slipped his tongue inside your mouth. Roman wrapped his arms around you in a bear hug and drilled up into your crying pussy.

“Oh my God, shit Roman! Yo—you fuck me so good,” You moan into his ear.

“Because you was asking for it, baby.” He released you from his arms and you sat up with his hands on your hips.

Now he was making you move up and down. Slow, but hard. The combination of different styles made you feel your orgasm start to come quicker than usual. It was so intense you wanted to cry.

Roman was looking at you, biting his lip. He brought his hand up to your neck and squeezed just the slightest.

“Come on, baby.. Fuck yourself so you can come, and I’ll come with you.” Roman just always knew what to say to push you over that edge of losing yourself.

You keep bouncing on his throbbing dick and Roman feels his balls begin to tighten.

His hips meet your bouncing, more frantic, and your eyes roll back in your head as your orgasm hits you. Your walls tighten even more on his thickness, pushing him over the edge too.

Your thighs try to close together, but Roman keeps them open, his thumb landing on your clit and rubs circles on it to help prolong your orgasm as he comes inside of you.

“Fuck…” He lowly says as his mouth hangs open also.

You both try to catch your breath, both of you thoroughly satisfied now. Roman gently raises you up off of him, and wraps his arms around you once you’re laying next to him on the bed.

He kisses your forehead and you both are silent, just enjoying each other’s presence. After a while, Roman asks you a question.

“Did you really just need me?” He says in your ear.

You nod. “…I just missed you. I know you have to work, but—I don’t know. I guess I just let it control me..” You admit as you shyly look at his naked chest, tracing the tribal markings on his skin.

His fingers raise your chin up to look at his eyes. “Baby, you can tell me those things.” He says with honesty. You two kiss again.

“Hey, next time I’m away, and you miss me…just call me. I always answer.” He says after breaking away from the kiss. “I’ll even talk you through it over the phone.” He winks at you, making you hit his chest playfully and you both laugh before snuggling each other, waiting to fall asleep in each other’s arms.

[tatsumessy]

Graduation Confessions - {Katsuki Bakugou}

“hey idiot, you going to the graduation party?” you turned around confused wondering why Bakugou was talking to you. “uh yeah I was going to go. why what’s up?” he grumbled something sticking his hands in his pockets before turning away slightly. “just wondering if ya wanted a ride or something. I only have shitty hair and kirishima in my car.” you smiled at his statement.

“if you don’t mind.” he shook his head no and you followed him outside towards his car where the other two were waiting. after some brief arguing then the conversation ending with bakugou yelling, you ended up in the passenger seat with kirishima and kaminari in the back seat. the venue was a karaoke bar with BYOB, when you arrived everyone was already one shot in and mineta was singing miley cyrus while trying to swing from the light fixture.

the only spots available were at the end of the booth next to the door so bakugou and you were forced to sit next to each other. you sat with your legs crossed while he leaned back against the booth backing and had his legs spread open ultimately squishing you between him and ojiro. both of you had gotten a drink somehow and were now just siting in silence watching everyone have fun.

“have you decided which agency you’re gonna go to?” he asked out of the blue and at first it was difficult to hear him but you understood. “yeah, edgeshot offered me a side kick position at his agency. what about you?” “I can’t become the number one hero if i’m working under some old hag who’s just going to get in my way.” you covered your mouth laughing at his response, that sounded like him and you shouldn’t have expected less.

for the most part of the night you and him talked about the future and reminiscing on the past couple years at UA. after a couple hours passed you decided that you needed air, all of your class being stuffed into a medium sized room and then constantly moving around while also being drunk generates a bunch of unwanted heat. walking outside the cold air was a relief as it blew against your skin, you leaned against one of the buildings pillars and stared up at the sky watching the scenery. the door behind you opened up with a loud creaking noise and when you turned to see who it was you saw that it was bakugou.

“let me guess. kaminari is too drunk to see reason and tried to kiss you.” he scoffed not wanting to admit that it was true. he rolled his eyes leaning against the pillar as well staring infront of him, he occasionally glanced over at you and in that moment every little detail and feature he never paid attention too became noticeable. he was staring so much you thought something was wrong with your face.

“what is it?” you asked him covering your face just in case there was some food in your teeth. “nothing.” he mumbled staring out infront of him. “damn it’s getting cold.” you say softly with a dreading expression, you also didn’t want to go back into the room just to get hot all over again. “hay bakugou…could we sit in your car for a few minutes?” “ehh? why? if you’re cold go ba-” he couldn’t finish his sentence with seeing your pouting expression, he sighed in annoyance and pulled out his keys unlocking the car.

you opened the passenger side door and got in rubbing your hands together as he turned the car on. “my gosh it just got cold all of a sudden” you say trying to break the awkward silence, “it’s been cold your dumbass just didn’t realize it. are ya still cold?” you shook your head no, you reached your hand out clasping both of your hands over his right hand feeling how warm it was. “oh my gosh is this because of your quirk…? are your hands always this warm? and…sweaty-”

you watch as the tips of his ears grow pink and you smile at him not wanting to make him uncomfortable. “sorry…” you pull your hands away your face flushed slightly as you both looked away from each other. after a few moments you decided to speak up, “i guess this is the right time to do this- I don’t know when it started but i’ve had a crush on you for as long as i can remember.” you sat there staring at the side of his face for a moment before speaking again.

“I don’t expect you to like me back…i don’t think we’ve actually had a conversation until tonight.” you sigh not seeing any reaction from him. he just stares at you with an unreadable expression, that was until his face even under the night glow brightened up from embarrassment. “you idiot.” he covered his face a bit annoyed for the way his. oft isn’t cooperating the way he wants. “don’t tell me-” “shut up you idiot!” he yelled looking away from you.

“katsuki…” you slowly slid your hand into his and without looking at you he interlocked your fingers and held your hand tightly. he looked over at you seeing the smile on your face, he rolled his eyes and leaned back in his seat just pulling out his phone to keep himself distracted from the fact that he was holding his crushes hand right now. yeah it was true the both of you hadn’t really spoken much in the years of being at UA. but the small interaction that you both did have seemed to do much of the both of you were sitting in his car like blushing idiots.

after a while you both decided to go back inside, you’re walking up to the door and he pulls it open waiting for you to walk through. you stand there still holding his hand but stop pulling him back a little. he closed the door and you turned infront of him, looking up at him you gently grab his cheek and pull him down pressing a kiss on his lips. he hesitated for a moment shocked at the action but he quickly kissed back holding the back of your head as your mouth parted allowing him to deepen the kiss. your mouths molded together perfectly as he pushed you against the wall shielding your head with his hand not caring for any pain.

“katsu-” you try to speak and catch your breath but all he did was capture your lips in another fated kiss not wanting this moment to end. you knew the both of you were drinking but you thought you both had the same amount of drinks…he was definitely intoxicated which if you were in your right mind should’ve told you to stop. “katsuki-” he pulled away staring down at you. he dropped his head onto your shoulder letting out a frustrated sigh.

“you smell good.” he mumbled into your shoulder as his arms wrapped around your waist and he leaned against you not wanting to stand up straight. he was more afraid of you seeing his blushing face than your whole class coming out and catching the both of you like this. “you’re cute when you’re drunk.” “shut up idiot”

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[kaissatou]

at your service | chp1

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plug!choso x nervous!reader ♡ (i got the idea of plug choso from @blkkizzat thank you!!)

summary: you were never a heavy smoker. But if it means seeing that pretty emo boy, you might take it up.

warnings: mentions of drugs, no direct smut but is hinted, based this reader from how i interact with my dealer LOL except my dealer isn’t a cute emo loml

wc: 1.7k the other chapters will be longer i promise!!

part 1 part 2

You don’t know why you assumed he would be scary. actually, you did- Though you’d never actually supplied your own weed from the plug yourself before, always choosing to watch by the side lines as Gojo very meticulously visited every dealer in the area under a one week span (and rating each one from a scale of 1 to 10- usually being a 4.5.) He never let you do the ‘dirty work’ yourself, as he liked to call it.

The only real image you had of dealers had been created and cultured up by stereotypes. Big, mean men facing big, mean prison sentences (if they were ever to get caught.) Or in movies, as even meaner men, tattooed drug lords with affiliations to the Italian mafia. You didn’t want to fuck with that.

But here you were now, on the doorstep of Gojo’s newest plugs apartment; an apparent ‘family friend’ ,which you thought looked all too nice to be the reside for a drug lord, the healthy potted plants which looked freshly watered and the welcome mat helping to steer your views and give you peace of mind, if only it was just a crumble. You can’t even remember how you let Satoru persuade you to do this. Maybe it was the promise of him making it up to you, which you would use to your advantage.

He never clarified that this so called ‘family friend’ had no actual connection to him, rather being a boy, who you now knew as Yuji (or pink hair boy’s) older brother.

Fixing your tote on your shoulder and bundling up your sleeves into stretched out material into your palms, you brought a nervous hand up to the door, shaking the door knocker once (and then once more for good luck) before stepping back, beyond the welcome mat, which was giving you the opposing idea of feeling anything but welcome, and further into the cramped space of his apartment building hallway, looking down at your feet.

You felt shy. Why, you didn’t know. You weren’t usually a shy person, per se. Quiet maybe, but never shy. Until now.

The door flies open.

Oh. Oh.

Reading glasses perched on his face, slightly wonky and drooped down to the bridge of his nose, hair messy with tousled strands loose, joggers sitting low on his hips, a contrast to the (all too tight) black compression shirt riding up slightly, giving you a glimpse of his sculpted body. A couple tattoos adorned his arms, fading into the sleeves of his shirt. You wondered if he had any more that you couldn’t see. Oh.

And then he’s leaning on the doorframe to look you up and down, and if your brain wasn’t short circuiting his gaze would’ve probably been uncomfortable. He clears his throat, knocking you back into reality.

Suddenly it feels all too hot in the corridor. Is it too late to leave? Glancing back to the elevator, if you ran it would take approximately 10 seconds to leave before he remembers your face-

“Hi.”

Ten seconds too late.

“Hi,” you look down at your shoes, knowing you will never hear the end of this from gojo. “I would like to buy some weed, please.”

He looks you up and down once more for good measure, then hums lowly to himself- which must be in acceptance and he’s opening the door further, and walking back inside his apartment. You take this as a sign to follow, stepping inside awkwardly and clasping your hands together, standing closely to the wall so if you need to run, you can. Then you remember he probably wants you to shut the door. Stop being an idiot.

It’s much more homely than you expected. There are framed photos scattered all around the place, most of them noticeably of him and Yuji, both smiling with wide grins. Where there aren’t photo frames there are posters, some of which you recognise. Metallica, Pierce The Veil, is that a My Chemical Romance vinyl?

“What do you want?” He’s fumbling through a box on a cabinet side, which suprises you when you notice it is pink, a harsh contrast to all the blacks and blues in his space.

“Um, weed,” he stops in his tracks at your words, looking right up at you. God, it is hot in here. His unwavering expression makes you question your previous words. “Please.”

And then you swear you see the ghost of a smile on his pretty lips, and he’s signalling with his large hand at you in a ‘come hither’ motion. You’re quick to react, scrambling closer to him so he is in just arms reach.

“I know that,” his voice is softer, gentler this time. “What type do you want?” You’re beginning to think he’s caught on to the fact that you’re new at this, and he’s trying not to scare you off. Is it that obvious? He leans over closer to you, his body heat practically radiating onto you. He proudly displays the contents of the case to you, running his fingers over clear baggies. “Like the strain,” he explains.

“Oh!” You smile sheepishly and scratch your neck. His attention switches from the case and back to you, tilting his head up to you to watch you in detail as you speak, making you crumble under his gaze. “Gojo usually gets it for me,” his expression changes into something unreadable. “He, uh, was busy.”

“Gotcha,” He signals a thumbs up to you then moves his attention back to the drugs. “I know what he likes,” he puts the contents of what you know now as, ‘Satoru’s favourite’, into a baggie, and shakes it a couple times before making sure it’s secure. Then he suddenly stops and turns back to you. “You know how to roll?”

No. You don’t. You contemplate lying to get out of his hair, but by the way he’s already opening the bag right back up, you’re sure your expression has already given you away. You’re about to tell him not to bother, but he’s already opening another box, and pulling out (more? You think you see a pattern going on here) pink rolling paper.

And then he’s licking the wrapping paper, and you know you’re a goner.

“He your boyfriend or somethin’?” He suddenly speaks up while grinding the weed, rendering you speechless. It takes you a good 10 seconds to finally figure out what, and who, he is talking about. His tone is unrecognisable, his expression unreadable as he bends slightly over the table.

“What, Gojo?” You scrunch your face up. “Ew, no way,” which makes him gaze back up at you, his hands still working on autopilot. “He’s just a friend. No more.”

He hums approvingly, making your heart flutter. You don’t even realise he’s rolled 4 perfect blunts until he’s standing up straightened infront of you. He drops them into a baggie as you rifle through your bag for your purse. He stops you. “What’s your name?” He questions out of the blue.

“Y/n,” you murmur. “What’s yours? And how much do I owe you?”

He places the baggie in your grasp and shrugs his hands. “Choso,” you put the bag in your tote, hands itching to find your purse. And then he’s walking across the room, leaving you alone and confused. “Give it to me next time.”

“What?” You quickly follow him, stppping in your tracks behind him as he takes his reading glasses off and places them on a desk, ruffling his hair before turning back to you. He gives you a sly grin.

“Come to me next time, Kay? Not Gojo. Pay me back then,” your face blushes a sickening red, thought there’s really no need to. He’s not flirting. He’s just behind friendly. So why does it make your chest tighten and your heart fuzzy?

“Okay.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“Can’t believe you’ve got the hots for Choso Kamo.” Satoru’s words are muffled as he shoves yet another candy in his mouth. But you can understand him perfectly.

Did you? Well, you couldn’t deny that he was indeed very pretty. But you didn’t know anything about him. You didn’t know if he had a girlfriend. Oh, you hoped not.

He seemed oddly put together for a dealer. At first it was the potted plants, and then it was the framed photos, and then it was the glasses. A part of you yearned to know the books he’s read, his likes and dislikes, his- stop. You’re getting ahead of yourself. Gojo passes you the blunt.

“I have not!” You sit up, slapping the candy out of his hand, the gasp he lets out making you grin. The look Satoru gave you made it clearly known that he didn’t believe a word you said. And honestly, you didn’t either. You snatch the blunt from him, trying to (unsuccessfully) block him out.

Your eyes are red and hazy, and in a trance after smoking a blunt, (which heavily reminded you of the pretty little dealer) you made the horrific mistake of bringing up Choso, now subjected to his teasing.

“He wants to see you again. That’s very clear!” He accentuated his words as he sat up on his bed, slamming his hands on the mattress hard enough to make you jump.

“He probably just wants sales.” You defend, dropping you head back onto a plush pillow. You scoff and brush him off, though his words leave an empty pit in the bottom of your heart. Did he?

“He didn’t even take your money!” His words bring a wide grin to your face, making you immediately bring your hands to your face to cover yourself from Gojo’s antics. “See!”

You roll your eyes. Gojo plucks the blunt back from your fingers, falling back onto the mattress beside you. A comfortable silence falls upon the two of you, the only sounds being the harsh breathing of Satoru as he takes another puff, and the consistent buzzing of the ceiling fan. Your eyes focused on it as it continued to spin in dizzy circles. 1, 2, 3-

Breaking the silence, you turn on your side to face Gojo again, red eyes blinking lazily. You speak, but no words come out. And then you try again. “Is he coming to your party?”

“Oh, you’re cooked.”

[soxcietyy]

Star 18+

Gojo x reader

A trouble maker pop star who was planning on meeting an influencer gets caught by her annoyingly smart bodyguard.

You walk off the stage panting from the Philippines heat wave. You were currently going on tour in Asia having back to back dates in different cities. You thought it was going to be hard but thankfully you had your trusty crew touring with you.

Handing your microphone to a staff member you walk to your changing room to take off all the makeup and clothes you were wearing. As much as you loved it and looked great in it you couldn’t help but want to feel free from them. If someone had warned you about how hot it got here you would have probably had better costumes and clothes suited for the weather.

You began by taking your jewelry off, that being rings, bracelets and necklaces. It wasn’t a bad process but on exhausting days you would dread it. It had happened too many times but once you fell asleep in the corner after a show and everyone had been looking for you frantically. They thought you had gotten kidnapped or worst. After a few hours you were found and scolded for it. That is why you had a bodyguard keeping an eye out for you now.

"Gojo, you don’t have to stay in here, you can wait outside." You say as you look in the mirror to see him standing right behind you. It was hard to notice his presence at first but now you could tell when he was there or not.

"No can do siren I have to keep a hard eye on you. Don’t you remember what happened last time?"

"Would you quit with that nickname?"

Last time you tried to go to a club after a show by climbing through a window. Unfortunately he had caught you when half of your body was out. He’d grabbed you by the leg and yanked you back inside. You weren’t allowed to go to such places because of the risk of getting seen and dragged into a scandal. Your PR team would hate if that happened again. So there was a rule of only being allowed to go to the hotel and stadium.

That was fine though, the rule was that you had to only be at those two locations . Nothing about when and with who. Recently you’ve been sneaking guys into the back so you could hook up with them. Nothing wrong with a bit of after relaxation.

"No can do Siren, hurry up so I can go home." He said.

You roll you eyes and make him turn around as you dress into a skirt, baby tee, and some chunky sneakers. You made sure to put a hat on before leaving the room with Gojo.

"Alright I’ll be on my way, see you tomorrow night." You glance at him before walking down the hall. You watched from the corner of your eye as he stood there watching you walk away.

By the time you made it down stairs you went into a stairwell where a guy in all black sat waiting for you. You didn’t really have a type, all they needed was to be was attractive. They were quite easy to find on the internet. Especially if they were influencers because they could not afford to have there reputation tainted. You could always build yourself back up with your talent. They couldn’t. Today you got lucky enough to get with one of the Philippines most popular vlogger.

Had over 160 million followers, was rich, had such a nice body and was a real looker.

You made sure to take your time back up to the dressing room. He should definitely be gone by now so that gave you the chance to use this room to let of some stea-

"Leave before I slam you to the ground." Gojo said as he leaned on the makeup table.

You looked at him in disbelief until the guy behind you quickly ran away. How did he know? Did he never leave? Has he known about this? You weren’t able to see his facial expression’s clearly due to him wearing those stupid sunglasses inside. You just wanted to tear them off and slap the smug smirk off his face.

Letting out a heavy sigh you turn around to leave but his voice stopped you from taking any further action.

"Not you"

Your heels turn once more to see him approaching you. It took him two strides to reach your personal space. You tilted your head up to look at those glossy sunglasses peering over you.

"Pull your skirt up and bend over the table."

Your eyes widen.

"Excuse me?! What the hell are you telling me to do?! You think you can get me to do anything because you’re my body guard?! Well I have news for you! Your fi-"

"A new rule was established Siren, they caught up with your little sneak ins and now have me making sure you don’t meet up with anyone outside the stadium or hotel. They don’t want you having relations with anyone they don’t have investigated." He smiled.

"Fine, just let me go I haven’t even done anything with him yet." You cross your arms.

"Sorry but you took a while to get back here, from all I know you guys already have done it." He says before taunting his head at the table.

You bit your cheek before dragging your legs towards the mirror. You scrunch your skirt up and bend over the table.

You were definitely going to say something about this to the company! No maybe you should file a lawsuit because this had to be a violation. You have your lawyers on speed dial so this shouldn’t be a problem. You just had to wait for him to put his hands on you so you could file one.

He was now behind you looking at what was Infront of him. You saw as he bent down and pulled your panties down to your ankles. He made you step out of them so he could spread your legs apart. You hid your face as you felt him spread your folds too. This was so humiliating. It just had to be that jerk.

"Hm I don’t know siren your pretty wet down here. I’m going to have to inspect further. Just keep standing still and don’t move." He said as he shoved his fingers in your hole. You jolt from the sudden feeling and bite your lip.

He was moving his fingers aggressively and quickly. You cover your mouth as he kept moving but you could help but let some whimpers escape. Your legs would twitch everything his fingers pressed on a certain spot and once he realized this he kept pestering it. Your legs began to buckle as you were close to your climax but before you could he slipped his fingers out of you.

"Siren, you feel pretty good down there but something feels off. Be honest," he stood up and leaned over you. Removing a hand from your mouth he held it as he took his sunglasses off so you could meet his cold gaze. "Did you play with yourself using these fingers?"

Your face turned into a crimson red.

"Naughty Siren." He whispers making you rub your heat onto him. "Such a needy thing. From now on if you’re going to play with yourself you need to tell me so we don’t have to go through this whole process. I’ll need to watch though to make sure it’s your fingers you’re using and not someone else’s." He kisses the top of your head.

"Saturo I can’t anymore, stop teasing me and put it in." You bite out.

"No relations remember siren?"

You turn around and shove him onto the makeup chair. You quickly climb on top and straddle him. He had no idea how badly you wanted this, wanted him. Never have you felt this desperate till now.

"I’ll stop sneaking out, I’ll stop meeting other men only if you do it with me. Anytime I want day and night. It will make your job easier and it well help me get the released I need." You say.

He analyzed you before letting out a laugh.

"Alright alright siren, didn’t know you were so needy. Here hold these for me." He said as he placed his sunglasses on you to wear. He turned you around to face the mirror as he undid his pants. Once his member sprang free he aligned you with it and slammed you down sending electricity down your spine.

He held you by your thighs as he used you as his sleeves. Using you to his hearts content. This was such a great view for the bodyguard to look at in the mirror. Having a pop star on his dick as you wore his sunglasses. Seeing how much you were enjoying him.

He knew anyone would kill to have you like this, to even see you in such a state. Such a shame that you were for his eyes only from now on. He was going to make sure that you became so obsessed with him and you wouldn’t want to leave him.

With a few more slams you became a mess. You moaned out his name as you rode your orgasm.

"That’s it my siren, sing for me."

[anachronismstellar]

Hear me out;

For your SQH with tattoos post, what if he implemented tattoo spells or smthn into PIDW bcs he was a fan of FMA or smthn. It is a vry Airplane thing to do, trust.

Anon I'm listening loud and clear and I need this ASAP because I bet he did exactly that, he slapped some poor wanna be villain with talismans tattoos or some shit to make the villain look edgy and I bet the villain got his tattoo from a demon clan in the south or something, the point- THE POINT IS.

(oh God this is becoming a filet God save me-)

Mu Qingfang is the only one who knows about the tattoos and he doesn't approve not because he doesn't like the vibe (he kinda thinks is hot as fuck) he doesn't approve because "Heavens knows what they put in the ink and which needle they used, Shixiong!"

But with the amount of layers a peak lord has to wear, no one finds our for a long loooooong time.

Hell, Mobei that has walked into Shang Qinghua doing the weirdest shit didn't know about the damn tattoos.

Until. UNTIL.

Wife plot 397.

What is wife plot 397? No idea, Airplane doesn't know either, but the think is that it ends up with him soaked to the bone and the water has poison because of course it does so he has to strip all his robes and he has to do it fast or he can say bye bye to his skin and bones which makes him naked in front of Mobei with only Cucumber's fan (that is going to be burned later urgh Airplane you will pay for this!) saving the last dignity that he might have-

Uh. It should be more yelling. Why is everyone so quiet?

"What?"

"What?! What happened to your arms?!" Because of course Cucumber is the one who snaps out faster, but without his fan to cover his face his blush is there to anyone to see. "Are those tattoos?! Airplane what did you do- what are they for?!"

Binghe is drinking vinegar and doesn't know if he will have to kill his shishu because he had to dirty Shizun's eyes with by being shamelessly naked like that or if he should stare at Shizun's face and see if he likes the tattoos- should he get tattoos? WHAT IF HE GOT SHIZUN'S NAME IT WOULD BE SO ROMANTIC-

Meanwhile Mobei. Oh poor Mobei.

Mobei-Jun's brain has left the building, struggling between wanting to hide Qinghua's body from everyone's eyes but also wanting to take him and pin him down and lick all the drawings and bite them until Qinghua begged for mercy or-

"Oh, yea, I forgot about these uh. They are to help me with strength? Also they help to circulation of qi, and another things" and he won't anything else because if Cucumber finds out he got a FMA Scar wanna be tattoo he will be dead, he will be murdered by Cucumber-bro fan somehow.

..... and that's what I have for now because is almost 4 am DJSBAKDBSKDJSK

But feel free to take the idea and run with it!! I just want more BAMF!SQH fics in the world ;; he deserves it poor little meow meow

Thank you for the ask anon <3

[starrihan]

Suck On It - (Taesan Fic)

-> Pairing: Han Taesan x gender neutral! Reader

-> Plot: where a lazy weekend spent on the couch leads to you sucking off your best friend because of a ring pop

-> Genre: smut, food play, indirect cum eating, sub tendencies! Taesan, he gets a little harsh towards the end, oral (m receiving), neck kissing/ sucking

-> Warnings: mentions of food

-> Word Count: 2,111

-> Notes: woke up and wrote this in 2 hours. Happy new years! This was so fun to write so I hope you guys enjoy it as well! Have a wonderful day~

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You find yourself sprawled out on the couch of your apartment of which you shared with your best friend and roommate, Dongmin. You lazily scroll on your phone, the weekend not providing any entertainment to you. The only thing you could say that was bringing you any sort of joy, was the sweet treat you had sitting on your index finger– a blue raspberry ring pop. You sigh as you bring the confection to your mouth, lips wrapping around it and sucking on it lightly.

“You’re not sucking dick why do you look so into that ring pop?”

His grating voice is irritating to your ears. While he is your best friend, you always rolled your eyes at his stupid and middle-school-esque comments. 

“It’s not your dick so why do you care so much, Dongmin?”

You ask with the same amount of grit in your voice as he did. You suck and release the sweet with a loud ‘pop,’ laughing at the disgusted expression his face is displaying. 

“First of all, get a room. Second of all, I asked you to call me by Taesan!”

He stomps his feet like a child, huffing as he walks over to where you’re laying on the couch. He rudely throws your legs out of the way, plopping himself down on the new free seat he’s created for himself.

“Rude,” you huff as you fix yourself, sitting up on the couch and putting your phone on the table. You proceed to lick and suck on the ring pop before answering him.

“And I’m not calling you Taesan. I’m used to calling you by your real name.”

“But that’s my stage name for the band! I need to get used to people calling me by Taesan and it starts with you.”

“Please, like you’re gonna make it out of this college band and have millions of fangirls screaming ‘Taesan!’”

“That is, in fact, what will happen if you start calling me by Taesan.”

The bickering and childish antics was very on brand for the two of you. Of course you were best friends and you loved each other, but not a single day could go by without the two of you pulling each other’s tails. 

“Whatever, ‘Taesan,” you say in a dramatically mocking tone, “Now go away, you’re disrupting my peace and quiet.”

“Gimmie a lick.”

“What?” 

You deadpan, almost taken aback at the audacity of his question.

“Of your ring pop. Gimmie a lick I wanna try that flavor.”

“No? Get your own?”

He leans in, trying to get a lick but you move your hand back. His head almost falls into your chest, but he doesn’t let that stop him from trying again, reaching above you as you raised your hand over your head.

“Dongmin, stop!”

“Only if you call me Taesan!”

He laughs, grabbing your wrist and trying to pull it down to his mouth. You refuse, fighting him as you try to stretch higher, using your body to push him off. You find yourselves at this for about a minute, until he has you awkwardly pinned diagonally against the couch, smirking as you finally give up and let him grab your hand with the ring pop secured onto it. He grabs your hand gently, folding his fingers over yours as he brings it to his lips, sucking on the juicy, sweet crystal as you sigh in defeat. He looks into your eyes as he sucks the candy, the air shifting a bit from its previously playful state to one that's more suffocating and hot.

“You said you wanted to lick it, not suck the life out of it,”

You retort, gently dialing your hand back and out of his mouth, careful not to knock his teeth on the hard candy, cheeks heating up at the sight of Taesan, almost lewdly, popping his lips off of the candy. You look away from him and you can hear him smirk. 

“My bad, it just tastes so good. The blue raspberry tastes good with your strawberry lip balm on it.”

You whip your head towards him at his comment. Taesan has always been a little flirty with you, but that's all it ever was. So you weren’t expecting the comment that came out of his mouth to be as bold as this one. 

“Freak,”

You say, examining the ring pop that now has his saliva covering it. But you were never one to back down from a challenge. You look into his eyes as you bring the ring pop to your mouth, slowly licking up the height of it before pushing it past your lips, exaggerating the sucking noises while maintaining eye contact. 

His smirk falters as he gulps, a small tent in his pants forming at your sultry actions. 

“Y/N…”

“What's wrong, Taesan? You got what you wanted…”

The use of his stage name gets to him, his mind becoming foggy with thoughts of the name spilling from your mouth as he pounds into you over and over again. It’s almost as if you could tell the thoughts that were racing in his mind as you bring the ring pop back up to his lips, pushing it slightly against them to get him to open up again. He knew the game you were playing. He also knew that there was no going back from this if he decided to open his mouth. But the Dongmin you knew never played it safe.

He opens his lips as he takes the treat into his mouth, sucking on it as you take your other hand and rake it through his hair, playing with it. You couldn’t deny your attraction towards him. He was seriously good-looking, but that's all it was– physical attraction.

He takes the chance to run his hands up and down your body, releasing the ring pop from his lips and sitting up straight, peering his eyes into yours. You sit back up as well, not breaking eye contact as your mouth moves before your brain even has the chance to register the words coming out. 

“I wanna do to you what I was doing to this ring pop.”

If he wasn't already hard enough, he was now as he stood up, eyes glimmering with need as you sat directly in front of him, hard-on straining against his sweats. You look up at him, bringing your face closer to his clothed boner, feeling him through it with your lips.

“I should’ve known you were gonna be a tease,”

He winces at the contact, gently streaming his fingers through your hair. You pull his pants and boxers down, letting his dick spring out into the open air as you watch it, mesmerized by its build. Taesan was tall and lean so you didn’t expect him to be packing as much as he did. But your shy staring has him blushing and looking away from your figure.

“If you’re gonna be staring can you at least do something? This is embarrassing…”

You giggle as you suck the ring pop again, collecting its flavor and letting it coat the inside of your mouth before bringing it close to his dick.

“I should’ve known you were gonna be impatient,”

You jest, bringing your lips just to the tip and sucking on it ever so lightly. He feels himself jolt at your tongue flattening at the base of his cock. You smirk against it, knowing that you’ve found his sensitive spot. You continue your movements, dragging your tongue along the length of his dick, starting from the base to the tip. He lets out a long groan as his gentle streaming of your hair turns into a harsh grip. 

You alternate, sucking the ring pop for flavor before going back to his hard length, taking as much as you can into your mouth and jerking the rest. His whimpers and broken moans go straight to your core, feeling yourself get slick with need. 

“I'm close…”

He draws out as he lets himself fully relax in your mouth. You have an idea, taking him out of your mouth and sucking on the ring pop again, smirking as he complains. Your lips have been stained blue from the sugary treat and you push his length up towards his stomach, bringing your lips to his balls. You lick and nip at them, before pulling away with a victorious smirk.

“Guess you could say I gave you blue balls.”

He rolls his eyes at your laugh that has you gripping your stomach. You’re about to speak again before feeling a sharp pain in the back of your head, his grip on your hair tighter than ever as he brings your face back to his throbbing length.

“You’ve had your fun now give me mine,”

His submissive behavior up until now was all you had expected from him, but the change in his demeanor shocked you, and ultimately resulted in you rubbing your thighs together.  You shut your eyes as you wince, taking his whole length into your mouth. He moves your head back and forth, bringing you impossibly close to his pelvis as your nose brushes against the faint happy trail down his stomach. Your chokes and gags only fuel him further, now holding your head in place as he thrusts his hips into your mouth. You grip his hips, fingers digging into them as tears brim your eyes, threatening to spill out at his harsh movements and your lack of airflow.

“Fuck Y/N I feel so good around your mouth. Just a little more and I'll have my seed spilling down your throat and you’d better take all of it.”

His filthy words have you more motivated than ever, determined to take it until he cums down your throat. You try to calm yourself down, breathing through your nose as sweat drips down your forehead. You open up your eyes to look up at him once again to find him already looking down at you, silently pleading to let him cum. You take the chance to hollow your cheeks, tightening the grip your mouth had around him and using your tongue to lick where you can. The combined actions are too much for Taesan, roughly thrusting into your throat one last time before stilling his hips, letting his seed coat the back of your throat deliciously.  

He pulls your head back softly, your jaw falling slack as your try your best to relax the bones before closing your mouth. 

“I’m sorry if I got a little harsh there… I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

He grabs you a bottle of water and opens it for you, bringing it up to your lips. You snatch the bottle out of his hand and drink it yourself. 

“I don’t need you to help me drink water. I sucked your dick I’m not incapable. Plus, I liked how rough you were being. I was starting to think I would have to be the dominant one.”

“Sorry for wanting to help you out after I almost broke your jaw.” 

He rolls his eyes but he notices your thighs pressing together, rubbing to create a little bit of friction to help you get the edge off a bit. 

“I can tell you liked it rough. Your thighs haven’t stopped moving since we started.”

His smirk irks you but you can’t help but notice how desperate you’re getting at this point. You’re still sucking on the delectable treat, saliva mixed with his cum adorning the now defiled candy. He takes the chance to slip the ring pop off of your finger and brings it to your neck, smearing the it’s content in a circle before attaching his lips to the stained area. You moan as his tongue licks the spot on your neck, thick lips sucking a little mark onto it. 

“T-Taesan…” 

“Keep calling me that name and I’ll have you screaming it by the end of the day.” 

He slips your shirt off of your body, bringing the treat down your chest and circling your nipples, continuing his previous actions of licking and sucking the affected areas. He takes the candy into his mouth, tasting himself on it and lets out a light moan. He takes it out to see that there’s not much left of it. 

“I bet I can make you come with my mouth before you finish the rest of this.” 

He says as he puts the candy in front of you and you willingly open your mouth as he slides the ring in. He kissed a trail down to the waistband of your pants before slowly pulling them off. 

“I hope you’re ready.” 

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[mayababes19]

Wrap Around Me, Darlin'

⚠️ MDNI, Toji x F!Reader, Toji x Afab!Reader, Dom!Toji, Sub!Reader, Degradtion, smut ⚠️

A small (late, I apologize pookie 🙇🏾‍♀️) birthday gift for, @screampied. Please. I struggled on the ending for the past week, I didn't know how to end this 😭.

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Christmas. 

One of the holidays Toji didn’t care for. Toji was your long-distance boyfriend. Always sending gifts and face-timing when he could, but this year? Oh, this year was different. 

He had a plan. A real good plan. 

“Toji,I miss you. I haven’t seen you in 2 months.” once again. You decided to annoy your boyfriend in the wee hours of the morning. 1 am on Christmas to be exact. 

“And you decided to call at 1 am to complain?” He smirked. Damn. He looked so good. He gave you a clear view as he walked around in the streets. A bomber jacket, a white low v-neck,  and black cargo pants. “Hey darlin’, want your gift early?” He looked directly into the camera. Early? He was going to give it to you early? “Um,” you debated internally if you wanted to wait a couple of hours or not. ‘Fuck it’, you thought. Right now, you wish you had Toji instead of the small jewelry, bouquet of roses, etc he would usually get you. “Yes, please”.

Suddenly, the call got cut leaving you alone in the dark. “What just?-” you sat up in bed, frantically looking for your charger in the dark thinking your phone died. As you were searching, a knock was heard on your apartment door. You froze. It was 1 am, why was someone or something at your door? Without a second thought, you grabbed a bat just in case as you walked closer peering through the peephole. You couldn't believe your eyes. Eagerly, you unlocked the door and swung it open.

“Hey Darlin’”.

Shit.

Here he was. Toji was standing proudly in front of your door, his voice deep and silky. “Missed me?” “Are you crazy?! It’s 1 am, I wasn’t expecting you to show up!” He only smirked. Loving getting a rise out of you. “What? You wanted your present.” You stepped aside letting him in from the freezing air. “C’mere..” Toji gently pulled you into a soft yet rough kiss as you closed and locked the door. You wanted this. You missed him so much.

Toji carefully led you to your bedroom, the back of your knees hitting the edge of your bed. "You'll love your gift, Darlin'" He mumbled. Toji soon moved to your neck, leaving love bites as he tasted your skin. He was rough but also gentle. Little did you know that'll change soon. Toji pulled away, admiring the hickeys he left on your neck. He knew you'd have a hard time covering them and that gave him an ego boost.

"Strip," Toji ordered. He had a smug grin as he leaned back against your dresser. "Strip for me, darlin'." You knew he was serious. You started taking off your clothes, slowly, teasing and giving him a show. Toji grunted as he watched, trying to keep it together. "Teasing, huh? You know what'll happen if you keep going, Darlin'". He was right. Last time you teased him when he visited, you couldn't walk for 2 days. You got wetter as you remembered Toji dominating you that night. "Look at you," he cooed. "You're dripping down your thighs and I only kissed you. That needy, baby girl?"

Toji lifted himself off of your dresser and strode towards you, pushing you down on the bed. "All that beggin' and whining over the phone and now you're shocked? Tell me what you want, baby" he muttered as he got on his knees, kissing down your thighs. "Toji-" you gasped. Toji parted your thighs, licking his lips. "I missed my favorite dessert". Before you could even respond, Toji attacked your pussy eagerly licking and sucking like a starved man.

Lick after lick, you got wetter. He knew exactly how to get you going. "Tell me, baby girl," he parted your folds, sliding two fingers in. "What do you want?" He whispered, his hot breath fanning against your clit as he thrusted his fingers in and out. You moaned, arching your back. "Mmph.. Toji, fuck.." He barely even started and already made you speechless.

His fingers were so thick.. so long...

You looked down, your gaze meeting Toji's as he stared up at you through his bangs, sucking your clit and fingering you. "F-fuck Toji... I want you. I need you" you whined, squirming. Toji placed one of his arms across your stomach, holding you down as he continued to feast. He was driving you crazy and he's only been here for twenty minutes.

"Toji, please!-" Toji finally let up. A string of saliva connected his lips to your cunt as he pulled away. "Such a good girl for me, darlin,'". He smirked. He lifted his arm off of you and kissed up your chest. "A very good girl". You were breathing heavily, trying to process what he just did.

Toji sat up, removing his jacket, shirt, and shoes teasing your nipples in between - leaving him only in his boxers. He slid his fingers down, teasing your cunt once again. "On your knees, baby girl". You bent down, coming face to face with his bulge. Even with his boxers on, you could tell he was big.

You looked up at Toji, his eyes lidded as you pulled his boxers down. "Mm, you look so pretty on your knees for me." He teased. His thick, curved, and veiny cock sprung out - nearly hitting you. "Toji, did you.." you paused, too stunned to even finish. "Grow? Maybe, maybe not". He was so cocky. So.. fuck. He irritated you at times but damn did you love him. "Use those pretty lips, darlin'".

You wrapped your lips around his veiny cock, gagging as you try to take him in your throat. "C-come on, open that pretty mouth of yours, darlin'," he grunted. Toji's eyes glossed over as he watched you. "Such a pretty slut for me.." he cooed. Toji loved this. You were so sloppy whenever you sucked him off and every time he went back home, all he thought about was you on your knees using that sloppy mouth of yours.

You took Toji deeper causing the 6'2 foot man to moan, his eyes closing as he tilted his head back. Fuck. You thought he looked so sexy. Toji's eyes opened halfway and he pulled you head away, picking you up and tossing you on the bed. "Toji!" You glared at him but he didn't care. He couldn't wait anymore. And neither could you. "Shut up..." He kissed you, his tongue sliding between your lips as he crawled on top of you. The kiss was rough amd bruising, yet, passionate. He pulled away, a string of saliva connecting the both of your swollen lips.

"I'm going to fuck you all night until the only think you can remember is my name and the feeling of my dick pounding your little cunt, understand darlin'?" You nodded and Toji sat up positioning himself. "Toji, please.." you pleaded. You were aching for him and all he did was smirk and tease you. Such an asshole. He rubbed his cockhead against your enterance, slightly pushing in before pulling right back out. You whined and squirmed. "Beg for it," he mocked. "Beg for it like a little slut".

"I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me, Toji. I need you" you begged. "Good girl". Toji looked directly in your eyes as he pushed in, causing you to gasp and moan.

He was big. You felt every inch, every vein..

"Gasping already, darlin'? I only just started" he was indeed just getting started. "Nah.. we're not doing missionary. I'm going to give you something better. You're going to feel every inch of me as I rearrange your guts, baby girl. It's christmas, darlin'.." Toji flipped you over onto your stomach into the pronr bone position and started pounding into you.

You moaned, grabbing the sheets as your eyes rolled back. Toji leaned down kissing your neck, leaving hickeys. "Keep moaning for me, darlin'." He groaned. "Fuck, you feel so good baby girl. So wet and tight for me".

You reached a hand down rubbing your clit before Toji yanked it away causing you to whine, "ah, cute. Tryin' to cum early, hm? No baby... not gonna let you. You're going to take what I give you." "I'm sorry, Toji-" "Too late for that, slut."

Toji pulled out and grabbed your hips, flipping you onto your back. "Aww, look at you. You're clenching around nothing, baby. Such a needy whore for me". He propped up one of your legs onto his leg shoulder, still holding your hips before sliding back in. "Wrap your pretty cunt tight around me, darlin'". You grabbed his bicepts for support as he started thrusting again. You arched your back as you cried out. "F-fuck Toji..!"

He was smirking, "Take it like a good girl, baby.." Toji was hitting your g-spot repeatedly causing you to moan louder and louder. "You're so loud, darlin'. Trying to let your neighbors hear how much of a whore you are? Hm?" He teased, his movements speeding up. At this rate, you were close to seeing stars and babbling. He was like beast. He was fucking you so good. Toji spat on your clit and rubbed it with his thumb as he fucked you. He was so nasty. You heard slushing noises every time he moved deeper and deeper, nearly bottoming out. "Mmm, close t-toji.." you cooed. "Beg for me to let you cum. Say it, slut. Use your words and beg".

Every thrust and rub against your clit got you closer. You could feel your stomach tightening. "Please. Please let me cum, Toji." You begged. "Aht, not good enough" Toji added more pressure onto your clit. "M-mmph. Fuck. T-toji please..." you eyes rolled back as you moaned and your breathing hitched. "Please let me cum, Toji. I'll be g-good". Toji finally let up. "Cum for me, baby girl". After he said that, your climax hit you like a train and he slowed his thrusts slightly amd removed his thumb. Toji kissed you through your climax before pulling away. "Good girl.." Toji pulled out and sat on the edge of the bed, pulling you with him.

"You can cum again? Right, baby?" He questioned. You nodded as he slid you down onto his cock. You bit your lip and wrapped your arms around his neck as you bounced up and down.

"Look at me as you ride me, darlin'" You looked at his face and it was so pretty. Bangs stuck to his sweaty forehead, eyes lidded, and his breathing labored as he made eye contact with you. The moonlight shined through the curtains highlighting his features. You sped up your movements causing the black-haired man to moan "fuck baby.." he groaned, throwing his head back. You kissed his neck as you rode him causing him to moan louder and more whiney. You left hickeys in every spot you kissed. Toji gripped your hips for support as you rode him faster. "I'm close, baby girl.."

You grinned. You knew this was perfect opportunity for revenge. You sped up your movements once more causing the buff man to moan your name and whine. Not long after, you both came together, moaning.

You collapsed onto Toji's chest as he fell back onto the bed. "Fuck darlin'.. I might have to stay until New Years..." He huffed, wrapping his arms around you.

This was the best Christmas present you could've wished for.

[icarusredwings]

Scrapped writing from Kitty and kid.

Plot just wasn't going anywhere and the tone is weird.

Wade is silent.

He has been for a few days.

At least thats what it felt like.

In truth, Logan hasn't heard Wade say anything since 4 pm, and it was already 10. Wade? Not talking? For 6 hours straight? It didn't feel real.

He didn't feel real. But Logan had already sniffed him. Already pulled him in his arms and sniffed all over him. Maybe it wasn't him. Who knows with all these newer shape shifting mutants and space aliens. Nope. That was Wade. He could smell his emotions changing. He was upset today. In a lot of pain. Both mental and physical.

Al hadn't even known Wade was in the room with them earlier. He was so silent, and Puppins had to sniff him too to make sure Logan didn't bring a different man in the house. Man, Puppins hated when they brought different men over. Either way, she just looked up at him, wagging her tail a little only to stop, watching Wade walk away in silence.

Today, he had just been doing random things, sitting on the counter, staring at him, sitting on the floor, flinching earlier when Logan tried to touch him.

"Wade? What's wrong, bub?" But he just stared, doe eyed and looked as if he hadn't a clue what was going on.

Okay, So he was quiet today. Oh well. He was sure tomarrow he'd start yapping. Sometimes he just was sad. Thats okay... well... that's what Logan thought.

But the next morning, he woke up to Wade, not in the bed. "Wade?" He can smell him but.. where did he go? He's not here.

And this reallt pisses Logan off cause where the hell did he go? At this point he's playing Hot-Cold with his scent, looking in the closet, under the bed, in the bathroom, the kitchen, and the livingroom.

Grunting, he decides to try tracking him instead. Its more difficult because this whole place smells like wade, so he has to focus on the freshest steps. The trail leads him all over before leaving. Looking around, he sniffs the wind only to spot Wade on the roof.

"What are you doing up there!??" He shouts at him, but Wade dosn't awnser. He's just... standing. Staring. What he's staring at, Logan dosn't know but he figures he should find out. So he does what any sensible person would do and climbs up there.

With grunts, groans, and pops of bones he reaches the top with a sigh. "Wade?"

By now, he's sitting. Legs crossed and holding something.

"Whatcha got? I swear if it's a raccoon." But it's not a raccoon. It's not even an opossum.

It's that stupid velociraptor cable gave him. The way he's sitting. It's almost like he's waiting for something. Or someone.

"Wade? What are you doing up here, hm?" Logan asks, shifting to sit next to him, trying to see what he's looking at. You couldn't see much from this spot, which only confused him more.

"Wade? Bub, talk to me. Whatcha lookin' at?"

Wade doesn't awnser. His silence is already upsetting enough without them being on a roof and the feeling he was waiting for a different man.

Logan wasn't stupid. It didn't take a scientist to figure out that Wade was probably little. Though what he didn't get is why now? Why did he suddenly think he was coming? Did he tell him? Why didn't Wade tell him?

He shook his head a bit, trying to clear his mind of illogical thoughts. Being jealous isn't going to help you, dumbass.

"...Can you tell me.. anything?" He asks him.

Wade dosn't look at him.

Logan takes his hand, squeezing it.

And like activating a sensor, tears fall, looking at Logan as if he just now noticed he was here.

His breathing hitches, heart rate quickens. And Wade cries. Cries like a child who was lied too. Like a kid who had no clue how he even got on this roof. Why he was here.

"O-oh, uhhh.. Hi.. hey bub.. uhm.. you alright?"

Wade turns, clinging to him, sobbing into his arm, nails digging into him. "Hey, shhh. I know, I know. It's okay. It'll be alright." He promises. Because if Logan knew anything, it would be that he'd do anything to make sure Wade was okay. Even if he was missing someone else, he'd be there for him.

But he swore deep down that if he found out that Nathan *Did* promise to be here and he didn't show up, he'd punch him right in that cyber eye of his. Just the once.

No one was allowed to make wade cry. Not like this. Not even him.

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A Mug of Hot Chocolate - Roommate!Gojo (JJK) x GN!Reader

Blurb - Gojo knows how to warm up your day, with your fav mug of hot cocoa.

warnings - college!au, gojo calls you babe and sweatheart, might be a bit all over the place (it took me like a month to get motivation to finish this), might make this a mini series idk

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It was the rustling of keys, the door swinging open and then the bang, of the door slammed shut.

You kicked the door behind you, using all the anger in your body and storm along to your room, not acknowledging the man on the couch, ice cream tub on his chest as he lays there, shitty shows playing on the TV.

“Woahhh, there! Gonna get us a noise complaint sweetheart!”

Satoru stands up, placing his open tub of ice cream on the coffee table as he runs a hand through his snow white hair and goes over to lock the door. Then, he heads to the kitchen. His bright blue eyes scan all the cabinets until he finds what he’s searching for. He plops two mugs onto the counter and gets to work.

Meanwhile, you’re stood in your room, bag flung into the corner, all your belongings spilling out. You stand in the middle of your room, unmoving, processing the day you’ve just had. First, it was that stupid lecturer who is no help for any assignments yet makes you feel like the stupid one. Then it’s the shitty partners you have for the group project, whose communication skills are worse than a rocks. And to top it all off, it’s the day at work where every customer seemed to have a stick up their ass.

You take a deep breath, hold it for a few seconds and exhale. As much as you want to stay in your room for the next few years and just let the Earth consume you whole, you really need to pee. So with a sigh and a quick pep talk to yourself, you open your door and start your tiny walk to the bathroom. Before you shut the bathroom door behind you though, you can hear the noises of the whipped cream can and can only assume what your roommate might be doing.

You wash your hands and look in the mirror, the bags under your eyes telling you everything you need to know. 'Why can't life be simple?' is a question that you ask yourself everyday and yet the answer is one you know you'll never get. You let out what feels like your hundredth sigh of the day and dry your hands, opening the bathroom door. However, what you didn't expect was Satoru falling straight by your feet, now lying on the floor.

"Fuck! You dumbass. You scared me... and what are you doing? Were you listening to me pee!?"

"Hey babe."

Satoru stares up at you, the same smirk resting on his face that you always see. You roll your eyes and wait for an answer.

"No, I was not listening, I went to see if you were rotting in your room but when you weren't there I assumed you were in the bathroom so I was waiting. The real question is why did it take you so long to pee?"

Satoru finally stands up (not without forcing you to 'help' him by grabbing your hand, which he proceeds to not let go of) and starts dragging you to the couch.

"But that doesn't matter, come watch shitty shows with me, I made your fav."

He plops onto the couch, lying across it and opens his arms. This wasn't a rare occurrence for you two, Satoru would often harass you until he's got you successfully trapped between his arms, cuddling him into the early hours. It makes you question what you two really are but, that's a discussion for another night. Right now, he waits, a smile resting on his face and when you look at the table, you see your favourite mug filled with hot chocolate with a good dollop of whipped cream on top. Satoru’s sits next to yours, though already half drunk.

You pick up your mug and take your position on the couch, sitting between Satoru's legs, back resting across his chest. One of his arms sneak around your waist while the other picks up the remote and starts flicking through channels. You take your first sip as Satoru speaks.

"Y'know I love seeing you riled up sweetheart, but you almost took the door off its hinges."

You snort and shake your head.

"Sorry, Toru."

Oh, how he loves hearing that name from your lips.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

You know he means whatever caused your little outburst earlier but, you could tell him later. You're quite content with your current arrangement.

And so, you shake your head, taking another sip of your hot chocolate and smile.

"I'm okay the now. Thank you, toru."

Satoru smiles and puts the remote down, settling for some over dramatic reality show, and wraps his arm around you. He would always be there, ready with a warm mug and open arms, willing to listen to anything you want to rant about. He knows you would do the same for him and he only wishes to keep that cute smile on your face whenever he is there. He wants to tell you that, that no matter what, you can come to him and he will be there, forever and always, that he needs no thanks because this is the bare minimum you deserve, that yeah, maybe life isn't simple but he can be there to make it a little simpler, but instead he settles for an easy;

"Anything for you, sweetheart."