#or if you accidentally just like touch him mindlessly

[sourpeachsayshi]

*taps mic* satoru gets hard really easily (he's just sensitive, okay?) - and when you're at home he'll have no shame walking around with a boner and asking you if you can just help him out a little.

[makismei]

in the same universe as this :,) cw: toy usage, hint of brat taming, hints of sadism & machoism, 18+ content, overstim, dubious consent, soft :(

“you’re doing it again,” he deadpans, knocking your thighs open, “keep. them. open.”

pearly slick oozes from your cunt, soiling the newly washed sheets and sticking to your inner thighs. toji sits in front of you, a blank look on his face but you know how he’s truly feeling from his eyes.

lidded and intently focused on your poor, leaky cunt, he mindlessly goes through a small box on the bed, feeling around for what feels interesting.

it’s your box of sex toys. the ones you used before you started dating the man in front of you. it’s been a while since you’ve reached for them, since it feels like toji knows your body wayyy more than you do, and also because he gets you there, he doesn’t let you escape until you’ve gone brainless from all the orgasms he’s blessed you with. why would you ever need to do the work again?

but toji isn’t all too familiar with adult toys. of course, he knows about the basics—dildos and vibrators, but when he accidentally stumbled upon this little treasure box of yours (his own words), curiosity took over him. he’s never seen pieces of silicone and plastic look so lewd, and the look on your face was so precious, he just had to try them.

“hmm,” lowly, he calls your name, “what’s this?”

heavy eyelids blink open, registering what’s in his hand before you shoot up, attempting to scurry away but your bed isn’t that big and his reflexes are out of this world—

“that’s a reaction,” he grins, eyeing the small red toy, shaped like a flower. “you used this one a lot?”

you shake your head, cheeks burning and eyes welling up with tears. crocodile tears, toji raises a brow, beckoning you to continue.

“‘s too much, it..” you trail off, breaking your gaze, but his hand guides you back, gently thumbing your cheek.

“you’re in control baby,” he whispers, “i won’t do anything you don’t want, you know that.”

of course you know, that’s why you let him do whatever the hell he wants with you. and frankly, him using that cursed little rose toy is making you more excited than you thought.

“it… made me squirt for the first time…” you squeak, speeding up with each word spoken, “i only used it a few times because the first setting was already too m—hold on, waitwaitwait—”

“this?” he drags you back, spreading your legs to make room for himself, “m’ gonna have fun with this.”

“toji,” you weep, anticipating, and he knows, a soothing hand caressing your thighs and waist, “m’ nervous.”

and toji knows he’s sick and utterly deplorable, because your reaction is turning him on. he’s excited, out of the few he’s tested already and the others yet to come, he has an inkling of a feeling that this one will be his favourite.

“s’ okay,” he coos, “what’s your word, gorgeous?”

“ginza…” the city you met him in. a little corny, but it works.

he hums, smiling. “you ready?”

you nod, shyly looking up before correcting yourself, “yes.. m’ ready.”

it doesn’t take him long at all to figure out the buttons. there’s only two after all, the power button and the other one that controls the settings.

the buzz makes you tense up, but you relax slightly under your boyfriend’s loving touch.

he spreads your lower lips with a thumb and pointer finger, whistling lowly. he lazily collects your juices, smearing it over your clit.

with bated breaths, you let out a quiet cry when the suction latches onto your swollen clit. back arching almost immediately, toji’s shocked by your reaction. he grins, amused. cute, he thinks, watching you drool and squeal.

you’re surprisingly still, muscles tense and lost hands trying to find purpose.

would it be too much if he started fingering you?

you let out a long wail, head jolting to look down at him. he’s smirking, pleased with your shocked expression.

but he’ll be nice, for now, only sliding in one finger as he eyes your reaction.

it hasn’t even been long, maybe just over two minutes, but by the telltale squeeze of your cunt on his finger he knows you’re cumming.

“already?” he laughs, crooking his finger just right, “no way.”

“i—i told yooouuuu!” you’re absolutely gone when he presses against that little spot inside of you, screeching as your body locks up. toji feels his finger being pushed out, a stream of liquid following, splashing lewdly from your cunt.

and god, just at the sight of you, the sounds you’re making—he’s about to lose it. but he grits his teeth, using a free hand to quickly hold himself off.

he takes the toy away, turning it off, but still stimulating you with his thumb. your body starts quivering from all the pleasure and it’s been a while since he’s seen you cum like that; he worries for a moment that he pushed you too hard.

but he lets you ride it out, quiet sobs of pleasure filling the room. your head is turned to the side, shaking hands covering your face. he praises you softly, leaning down to press a sweet kiss to the inner side of your knee.

when he sees you’ve calmed down, he gently moves your hands away, pressing a kiss to your tear soaked cheeks, both sides, before kissing you deeply. you moan, throwing your arms over his shoulders.

when he pulls away, he cradles your face in his hands. “how was that?”

it feels like a fire ignites beneath your skin, his stare rapt and focused only on you.

your eyes shift away, meek and ashamed, “i liked it…”

“don’t get all shy with me doll,” he grouses, “i gotta know how you feel.”

your hips are still twitchy, eyes glazed over. “toji,” you whine softly, tears pooling in your eyes yet again and this time he’s actually worried. “m’ not lying… it felt so good, but i’m really embarrassed.”

“baby,” he coos, chastely kissing your lips, “s’ okay, s’ nothing you need to be embarrassed about.”

he turns you both over, so you’re laying on his chest. you listen to the sound of his heartbeat, steady and true. the warmth of his body is soothing, his fingers tapping up and down your spine.

“toji,” you call, meek and unsure. he hums.

“i love you,” you mutter, raising your head, “i know we don’t say it a lot, b-but—”

he smiles, all the way from his lips to his eyes. his entire face lights up, “if i knew making you cum real hard makes you a softy—ow! okay! don’t bite me!”

he’s laughing, hand brushing the hair from your face. “i love you. more than you’ll never know, doll.”

it’s resolute, he’s so unashamed that it’s annoying.

you grumble, hiding your face in his chest. your breath stutters when you feel his cock poke your leg.

“sorry,” he chuckles, “he likes you.”

“shut up,” you mumble, hand reaching back. it’s searingly hot and heavy in your hand. you can feel one of his veins pulsing under your touch.

“sweets,” he panics, “s’ okay, jus’ leave it… holy shiitttt..”

you whine, thighs quivering at the feeling of his leaky tip pressing against your slit.

“tojiii,” you drool, looking up at him, “i want it.”

he rubs a hand over his reddening face, unsure. need is taking over him, he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to hold back. “baby, can you handle it?”

you nod, “yes, yes please,” you call his name, drawn out and needy and fuck, he’d be a shit boyfriend if he doesn’t give his lady what she wants right?

[skyrigel]

You were just having a laugh, just giddy to make him so flustered.

It started out like that, once when Soap said Simon's eyes looked bloodshot and you, mindlessly, took his chin to look him in the eye before you realised that the rosey glow peeking just over the silver of skin might be him blushing.

Then there was no stopping.

You deliberately placed your hand over his thigh, staring at him for too long until he would deck his gaze away, calling him all sorts of cutesy names, winking here and there, and not missing the flustered tug of his mouth disguised behind the quick roll of his eyes.

But it was purely accidental when your fingers nearly brushed over his groin on one of your playful thigh squeeze tactic and in one split moment you were on your back over the bench — wrists pinned in solid iron grip above your head as he leaned over, his lips dangerously close to yours.

“I...” You stuttered, all words and thoughts knocked out in one breathless exhale.

Simon smirked, slotting himself between your legs and which stupidly wrapped around his waist.

“Not one for games lovie.” He growled at your jaw, hot mouth pressing there once before you caught the glint in his eyes.

“I am sorry,” You swallowed, arching into his touch and hearing his merciless laughter.

“Ya been torturing me for weeks love,” Simon's nose nuzzled your neck, breath like fire lingering, “You will be sorry...very sorry.”

Masterlist

[unknowncyklopz]

BoobGuy!Suguru who will stop to no end to just fondle and and grope your soft mounds.

BoobGuy!Suguru who could just be spooning you and will "accidentally" pop a boner from just twisting your supple nipples between his fingers.

BoobGuy!Suguru who does not give a flying fuck about the size of your breasts, all he wants is for some part of him to be touching your cute tits. Wheather it be twisting your nipples, groping your breasts, meticulously placing hickies, or even biting your hard little nipples!

BoobGuy!Suguru who doesn't mean to seem like a pervert when he does it, he just can't help seeing your supple breasts sit in your shirt or bra without his mouth salivating by the thought of them being within a 2 inch radius of his mouth or large hands.

BoobGuy!Suguru who buys you all sorts of different lotions and oils just so he can try them out on your tits. He would gently rub the substance into your mounds and would genuinely look hypnotized while mindlessly groping you. (He doesnt stop because "your skin hasnt absorbed the moisture yet")

BoobGuy!Suguru who INSISTS that you dont need to wear bras anymore. I mean, why would you? He will always be there, with his hands (and mouth) to take the stress off your gorgeous tits.

[ailoda]

updated: 17.02.25

ᯓ★ mob!au

Run For Your Life (❤✘): he was away from the city for a while, chasing after some bastards who betrayed him. But the traitors were no longer breathing now and Bucky Barnes was finally able to come home to the city he ruled. Mostly, he was excited to come back and see his girl again. However when he got to the strip club where you worked as a waitress, he didn’t find you there. They told him you didn’t work there anymore. No one knew where you went, or why you left. Nobody even knew your real name. Now it was up to him to search the whole wide world to find a nameless girl – one he was obsessively, mindlessly in love with. (@sinner-as-saint) (warning: stalking tendencies)

Passionfruit (❤✘): you spend a well deserved lazy day with your mafia husband and son… plus Bucky getting a little handsy. (@kurogxrix)

Look Don't Touch (❤): you accidentally walk onto your husband and his men during a meeting, clad in nothing else but a tight-fitting top and a baby in your arms. The sight is enough to send the many men drooling, but Bucky reminds them that you’re only his to look at, and will always be. (@kurogxrix)

The Alchemy (❤❅✘): about a decade ago you left your home and ran away, looking for a fresh start after having had your heart broken by the boy you loved. Now you’re back and turns out Bucky Barnes – the same man who once broke your heart – is adamant on tormenting you some more. But why? Why does he want you back at all cost when he was the one who once pushed you away and crushed your heart like it meant nothing to him? What secrets has he been keeping for almost a decade? Most importantly, what truly happened that night he broke your heart? (@sinner-as-saint) (warning: forced marriage/marriage of convenience, possessive behaviours)

4 Minutes (✘): you and Bucky had limited time to spend intimately during the past few days, leaving you both extremely sexually frustrated. When your son’s occupation offers you 4 minutes of free time, Bucky’s damn adamant on making your legs shake in less than 3. (@kurogxrix)

Protector (❤✧): ironically, the man with blood on his hands and a permanent target on his back was the one you’d never felt safer with. (@cherryrogers) (warning: mild violence, assault, stalking, mentions of illness, death)

Honey, There Is No Right Way (❤❅✘): when you agree to be the feared mobster Bucky Barnes’ sugar baby, you expect to get enough money to pay your bills. what you don’t expect is to fall head over heels for him. (@bonky-n-steeb)

A Love For The (P)ages (❤): Bucky might be the baddest mob boss in the city but he’s the softest and sweetest husband in the Universe. (@jobean12-blog)

Stealing Hearts (❤❅✘): his mansion was highly secured, and yet, breaking in and trying to steal from him was rather easy for a skilled thief like yourself. Key word: trying. Of course you got caught by his men. And the mob boss was known to be ruthless, cold, merciless – the list of his villainy was endless – so you thought he’d end you the moment he laid eyes on a thief like you. However, he didn’t. Instead, he made you an unusual offer. One you couldn’t resist. (@sinner-as-saint)

Come Home (❤✘): Bucky comes home to find you and your son asleep in your bed and his heart damn near explodes with how much he loves his family. And after putting your baby to sleep, Bucky proceeds to show you just how grateful he is to have you and how much he loves you… (@sinner-as-saint)

I Am Your Fall (❤❅✘): you’re hiding from your past, in Madripoor. You did nothing wrong, other than mix dangerous business with a lot of pleasure. You couldn’t go home because… he would find you, and Madripoor was the only place he didn’t do business, or had any allies or friends. But little did you know that the mob boss had finally found you, after obsessively looking for you ever since you left, and left him in pieces. He didn’t want revenge, he just wanted the one thing he had hopelessly fallen in love with; who also happened to be the one who had betrayed him and hurt him more than anyone or any bullet ever did before - you. (@sinner-as-saint)

Fallin' For Ya (❤): Bucky finds himself standing in front of your door with a bouquet of roses, wondering when he’s ever allowed his stone-cold mafia heart to fall in love with you. (@kurogxrix)

Yours To Wield (❤❅✘): with the enemy threatening to obliterate your family, you’re left with no choice but to take the hit just so he would spare your loved ones. Belonging to a mafia family requires sacrifices to be made at every step, and in order to save your family you make the ultimate one - you offer yourself up to the enemy. Bucky Barnes isn’t a man one negotiates with, he owns this city and whatever he says is considered law. But when you come to him with an irresistible offer, he bends his own rules for you. What starts out as an agreement becomes so much more, and the two of you find love where it wasn’t supposed to be. But rare are the love stories which don’t include some sort of war. (@sinner-as-saint)

Lover Boy (❅✘): it's the Bridgerton carriage scene, but make it mob!Bucky. (@cryptidcasanova)

Starting Over (❤❅): when Bucky throws you out of the house for a betrayal and won't listen to your side of the story, you know the only way out is through - it's time to start over. Maybe this was never going to be your happy ending. (@sashaisready)

Guard Dog (❤❅): Bucky doesn't take too kindly to people hurting his wife. (@auroralwriting)

Adore Her, Dior Her (❤): what good is having all that money if he can't spend it on the woman he loves? (@queers-gambit)

Ending, Beginning (❤❅): after months of physical therapies, Y/N was finally back in town and ready to jump right back into business as usual. Bucky, however, disagreed; he didn’t want her anywhere near the club anymore. (@leascorner)

The Threat of Intimacy (❅✘✧): a beautiful bride marrying the man of your dreams. But when faced with what comes after the vows and first dance as Mr. and Mrs Barnes, you suggest that a particular arrangement be made. (@darkdemeter)

Bad Romance (❤❅✘): in Brooklyn, everyone knows the unwritten rule: you don’t cross James Barnes. When you return after nearly half a decade, things are anything but the same. After the murder of your Uncle, you begin to learn that no one is who they say they are, and that you may have accidentally given your heart to a mobster; The White Wolf of Brooklyn. More dangerous than that, he’s given you his. (@samthemarvelfan)

Promises (❤❅): when your parents are murdered in cold blood, you turn to the most feared man on the east coast for answers. (@preciousbarnes) (warning: graphic depictions of murder)

Suite Spades (✘): at the club where you danced it wasn’t unusual for you to have regulars, they were normally gross married men but there was one regular that stood out from the rest, your favorite. a grumpy ‘business’ man with a black metal arm. (@lostalioth)

new! My Devotion (❅✘✧): the one where Bucky doesn’t take your breakup well. (@cryptidcasanova)

[mini-ism]

#— NAUGHTY.

pairings: lighter x afab!gn!reader [MDNI]

words: 1,630

synopsis: caesar finds some particularly compromising videos on lighter’s phone when she shouldn’t be looking.

warnings: p in v, hair pulling, accidental voyeurism, praise kink, filming, amateur porn, rough intercourse, biting, blow jobs, light degradation (he could never be unkind to u), unprotected intercourse, afab reader (gender neutral, no pronouns/feminine terms). 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

notes: crossposted to AO3. ive been procrastinating this post ha

caesar knew she shouldn’t be snooping through lighter’s phone like this.

not without his permission, of course. she was just curious, she swore, just taking a peek at whatever dumb images he saved. maybe some of cute bangboo, or screenshots of tight leather jackets he might treat himself to later.

there was the occasional obligatory photo of him and the girls they insisted he take, of course some jackets and sunglasses he was looking at in person, photos of adorable animals he encountered on the streets. one question remained persistent — where were the photos of you he had saved? she’s seen him look down at his phone to peek at your texts, saving the selfies you sent him. caesar snuck a glimpse of his phone in her peripheral, pictures of you with a treat, or holding up a peace sign with a mutual friend. she couldn’t deny the smile that spread across his face, despite whatever you and him were.

but, extraordinarily enough, his camera roll was terribly boring. her thumb scrolled further, noting the organized folders on his phone. “friends,” “cute,” and an unnamed one. if only caesar’s snooping stopped there.

mindlessly, half expecting nothing, the barrage of photos and videos loaded. so this is where he kept everything he had of you? how adorable. caesar chuckled to herself at the occasional dumb photo of either you or him, there was a striking one of him in pigtails. his face was red with embarrassment, arms crossed and pouting like a fussy child, his hair in two short and choppy pigtails on each side of his head. that was surely a look. the next picture was a selfie of you and him with ice cream, he didn’t know he had a bit on his face while taking it.

the photos ranged from photos of you beaming next to an adorable kitten, to sultry photos you sent him late at night, pictures of you on his lap, images of you kissing him. okay, now she should put his phone down and pretend she never saw anything. nope, never touched it, didn’t look at all. the nagging voice in her head demanded she keep looking, intrigue getting the best of her. it was cute, she thought, what’s the harm?

the next swipes displayed a string of lewd photos back-to-back, some of you in a suggestive pose or kissing his neck.

oh my god.

oh. my. god.

she kicked herself internally for not putting his phone down earlier, nearly choking on her own spit. there it was, on his phone screen, a video of his dick right in front of your face. thankfully the volume was lowered, she pressed the side button a few times just in case, silencing it entirely. the video continued to play, your head in his lap as he sat on the edge of his bed, your body to the side as he held the phone down to capture the lewd sight at an entirely different angle. you slapped his shaft against your cheek a few times, giggling with amusement as his heavy cock made brief contact with your skin. after a few strokes, you ran your tongue down his length, making your way back up with a kiss to the tip. your tongue jutted back out to give a few more licks to the slit, licking up as much pre-cum as you could.

lighter’s free hand cupped your cheek, stroking the jawbone on the side of your face that you previously teased him with. his thumb then pulled the fat of your lip, bringing it down with a motion before letting it go. you eagerly swallowed his cock, only managing to take in a good few inches. lighter’s arm draped around your neck and shoulders, allowing you to suck his dick with no assistance. caesar looked around a few times, ensuring she was totally alone before upping the volume enough for only her to hear.

immediately, she could hear the lewd noises of your tongue and mouth working, your dominant hand stroking the base of his shaft as your lips managed the rest. lighter gave a few gentle praises, urging you further, his low groan ringing in her ears as you gagged trying to take more than you could handle. the video ended after you came up for a breath, stroking his cock as it rested by your cheek, your gaze loving and playful. it glistened with a thick sheen of spit.

with a shaky thumb, she swiped over to the next video. this one was filmed by you, angling the camera downwards enough. it looked like you two were in missionary, lighter on top of you. his voice could be heard, hand ungloved as it snaked down to stroke his cock a few times. he didn't have his jacket on anymore, either, sporting a shirtless look. his body was incredibly scarred, but his skin carried its own handsome charm. she could decipher the last few words he said, “— relax, i’ve got you. ‘kay?”

her eyes flicked down to you, as his hand moved to pull your underwear out of the way. he didn’t even bother taking them off, tucking them in the junction of your thigh and pussy. everything from the midriff down was exposed as you kept your legs spread open for him. your breathing was labored and shallow, likely from arousal. his hand tugged you closer to him, lining himself up with you. as he slid in, he pressed his hand onto the skin over your womb, applying a firm pressure. caesar could hear your cries, whiny and needy, his thumb immediately offering a semblance of comfort by dragging along your clit. his other hand grabbed the underside of your thigh, starting to pull out. his movements were loving and deliberate, attentive to your moans and shakes. your hands struggled to keep his phone stable as he picked up the pace, “you’re doing amazing, keep taking me.”

the video after was in a different position, his phone returned back to its original owner. the other hand held your arm back as he plowed into you from behind, face down and ass up. only your sobs of pleasure and the sound of skin against skin could be heard. his camera was angled perfectly to capture the unfiltered action, his cock sliding in and out of you with ample ease. with a grunt, he pulled your arm again, fucking into you with brutal thrusts. caesar never heard lighter curse that much in a few seconds, not even when he was seething with unbridled rage or injured and battered. “fuck, yeah, you like that? i know you do. goddamn tight, can’t live without this dick.”

the next video had another angle, his phone propped up against something presumably on his nightstand. lighter had both hands on your hips now, rocking your body back and forth as he dragged his hips in and out of your cunt. she could hear the bed frame below you two creaking and thudding against the wall. he was hunched over you, muttering in your ear between breaths, some words unsavory and vulgar, others sweet and encouraging. “need me? you need me to fuck you? you’re doing so good. you won’t let go of me, even if i tried to pull out.” his chest and abs were covered in sweat, locks dampened from the intensity. his lips trailed kisses from your ear, varying in intensity as they went down your neck. he nipped the skin, sucking it with feverish passion, biting your earlobe as he tugged at the hair above the nape of your neck. lighter pulled tightly, savoring your throaty mewl, “you love me? you love it when i fuck you? come for me. show me how much you love it.”

you muttered a few unintelligible words, grabbing at the sheets beneath you as your body shook with fervor, tears welling in your eyes with each helpless moan. lighter pulled harder, fingers intertwined deeply in your hair. in an instant, you trembled harder and cried out. wiggling your hips back and forth, seeking sensation to ride out your orgasm. lighter pulled your head back by the hair, spine arching as he pulled you up, knees still on the bed. you sobbed at the loss of his length inside you, suddenly feeling empty. lighter whispered in your ear, panting and flushed, stroking himself quickly. “that’s it, let me hear you, can’t help but come on my cock.”

with a final, deep stroke, lighter came on the lower part of your back right below the arch. your shoulder blades were flush against his chest. caesar paused the video, heat much more noticeable on her face and through her body. her cheeks were burning red, heart racing at the taboo of watching two people have sex. people she would argue she knows quite well. she closed out of his camera roll and put his phone down, turning it off.

the carnal lust in those videos she saw just couldn’t leave her. should she return his phone, or take a cold shower? should she leave it be, or mention she saw them having sex on his phone? no, no, nothing! don’t say a word at all. she didn’t see anything, she didn’t look through anything compromising. caesar sat in silence for a few more moments, processing what she had just discovered, jumping in her seat as lighter returned.

“hey, did you see my phone?” he approached her as she sat, his phone still in front of her on the table, “oh, there it is. thanks, boss.” lighter didn’t seem to notice her pale and clammy complexion, easily going about his business, unlocking it to send a text.

“yup.” caesar could only muster an uncharacteristically weak thumbs up.

[evie-sturns]

signals - Chris Sturniolo

summary: after you accidentally reject your best friend chris, he gets upset with you because you gave him 'mixed signals'.

contains: angst, crying, bestfriend!chris, arguing, fluff

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chris lays on my chest as we both mindlessly scroll through our phones, no words have been said in the past 30 minutes, we've just been enjoying eachothers company.

suddenly chris speaks up,

"i can tell you anything- right?" he says quietly, putting his phone down beside him.

i let out a small laugh,

chris and i have been best friends since our childhood, we've grown up together, we know each other better than anyone else.

"of course you can." i say, sitting up against the headboard. i run my nails through chris's silky brown hair.

"i just.. i just feel like over the past like- couple years, we've gotten much closer." he starts,

"and i kind of hate to admit this, because we promised this wouldnt happen, but i really, really like you" chris blurts out, his pale cheeks flushed pink and his blue eyes staring directly into mine.

"what-?" i laugh nervously,

chris goes silent, fidgeting with his nails.

"what do you mean 'what'?" chris says, his voice small.

i inspect his facial expression for any signs that hes joking.

"you're kidding- right?" i say with a nervous smile on my face, my heart beating in my chest.

"obviously im not kidding- im trying to fucking confess to you!" chris grows frustrated, running a hand through his hair.

i grab his hand and intertwine our fingers, in an attempt to calm him down.

"i- only see you as a friend chris-" i say bluntly,

chris's face falls,

"what?"

i clutch his hand tighter, chris looks heartbroken.

"im sorry-" i start but he cuts me off,

"i dont understand, for the past 3 fucking years you've been doing shit like this-!" chris rambles, pointing down to our interlocked hands.

"you literally led me on to the point of me confessing to you, you keep 'kissing up on my face and shit and hugging me all the time-" chris continues to ramble on, he looks angry.

"im sorry- im just a touchy person." i interrupt him,

"just a touchy person? friends don't act like us," chris starts up again.

"you dont understand how confusing it is to have the girl i like- yo! touching up on me every. single. time. we see eachother? does it not say something that almost everyone we know thinks we're dating!?" chris raises his voice,

"dont put this on me." i state,

chris stands up, "you never fail to make me look like a moron."

i furrow my eyebrows, "chris, you're just upset right now." i speak softly,

"of course im upset- you've gave me mixed signals for the past couple years!" his voice raises,

"i havent," i state,

chris's eyes are glazed, he looks like hes on the verge of tears.

"chris c'mere." i mutter, patting the spot next to me on the bed, urging him to sit back down.

"what are you gonna do next? makeout with me when i sit down? then tell me that its a friendly thing to do!?" chris yells,

im taken aback by his yelling, chris never yells at me.

"you're a real bitch y'know that?" chris says, his hands balled up in fists at his sides.

"chris-" i try to interrupt his tangent,

"no!" he cuts me off, his voice shaky and his hair now dishelved.

i watch as a couple tears fall down his cheeks, which he quickly wipes away with the back of his hands.

"look i think you should maybe go home- and sleep on this for a bit." i sigh, rubbing the bridge of my nose.

chris had planned to sleep over here, like most nights, but thats now been cut short.

chris covers his eyes with a hand, throwing his head back before walking out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

what. the. fuck.

"what just happened." i groan to myself, flopping backwards on the matress,

i hear chris lock himself in the spare room,

i feel uterlly overwhelmed, trying to process what just happened.

i dont know why i rejected chris so harshly.

i've never really thought of him romantically, its never been something that crossed my mind. but chris is a sweet boy, he gets along with my family, he's kind to me, most of the time.

hes also attractive, its embarrassing to admit, but my social media is constantly filled with stupid edits of him.

it wouldn't hurt to give him a try? give us a try.

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(the next morning)

i dont remember when i fell asleep last night, but its currently 9:00am the next morning.

i groan as i peel open my eyes, the blinding sun shining through the curtain onto my face.

i sit up, standing up out of bed and walking into my bathroom,

i quickly brush my teeth, touch up my makeup, and fix my hair before walking out of my bedroom into the empty hallway.

my feet take me towards the spare bedroom, where chris is currently in.

i open the door, chris is laying across the bed, his phone in one hand.

"hey." i whisper softly,

chris glances up at me, his eyes puffy.

"im sorry about the things i said." chris mutters, looking up at me

i jump into bed beside him,

"ive just never really been rejected like that." chris says softly,

i nod,

chris looks like hes on the verge of tears again,

"you're allowed to cry, that was a pretty big night, wasn't it?" i speak to chris as though hes a child, which seems to calm him down somewhat.

chris nods, tears continuing to roll down his face.

"i just didn't sleep at all last night- and im so so embarrased." chris sobs, burying his face into my shoulder.

"shh- hey-" i whisper, stroking his back.

"you wanna hear something?" i ask,

chris nods,

"i thought about it last night, and i wasnt fair on you, ive never even thought about you romantically, but now that i know thats even an option ive realised that i think i do love you a lot chris." i start

chris tenses,

"maybe we could give it a try?" i ask,

chris looks at me and nods frantically, "y-yes! yeah!" he tries to play it off poorly.

i smile, "yeah?"

chris grins back, "yeah!"

i lean foward and pepper kisses all over his face, before placing a final kiss on his lips.

chris smiles against my lips,

god, this felt so right.

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a/n: just felt like it tonight!

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[bokunoheros]

⋆˚࿔ naughty iida tenya hcs 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

🪲 authors note:// okay yes, these will be naughty sorry i’m fucking insane okay????? this man is critically underrated and every fic i’ve read with him is fucking ass. that being said: fine, i’ll do it myself. these are. not in order. FYI.

topics discussed & warnings:// voyeurism, thigh/leg fetish, crying during sex, oral sex, BDSM undertones (?), cunnilingus, mutual mast., gender is not specified but I use female anatomical terminology, established relations kind of, kissing, lots of kissing, shared showering.

word count:// 836-ish

ᯓ heed the warnings laid before you, your media consumption is your responsibility! ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

every WORD under the cut will be R-RATED- SO, +18 only, respect my wishes regarding interactions.

𝜗𝜚 edited and proof read by the lovely calius .ᐟ xoxo

✎ᝰ He’s not into fucking, and prefers the term love making.

He’s a voyeur. I SAID IT! When you two finally get comfortable in your relationship, he will be spying on you in the shower— or while you change, taking a peek even if you told him to turn around. Sure, he’d be all bashful and nervous about it, but damn, he cannot help himself when it comes to you! — adding onto his voyeurism, he is very interested in mutual masturbation. He… finally… admitted that he saw it in an “inappropriate video” once, and got curious. Of course you had berated his ass for this, and he pouted until you were done laughing. But alas, you couldn’t say no to his darling red eyes. He’d stare at you so intently, studying every inch of your face as you respond to his touch, struggling to keep your pace between his legs as he brushes over your clit…

HOLY SHIT, does this man like legs. God forbid you incorporate panty hose or stockings or thigh-high socks into your specially designed costume, because he will be touching himself to you, ripping a hole in them, or ripping them straight off. Tenya revels in the way the fatty skin of your thighs melt over the elastic band, as it is quite literally a sight to behold. When you guys are dating— and have finally found the courage to have sex— he is not bashful about begging you to crush his head around your thighs, no matter the consequence.

Tenya is… let’s just say—very— into oral sex. He definitely has an oral fixation, and will basically do anything to go down on you, or for you to go down on him. Don’t want to do your homework? He’s already done it. Don’t feel like showering after battle training? Like he gives a shit. He’d pounce between your thighs at any given chance. — while being proud of his behavior when he goes down on you, Tenya is completely the opposite when it comes to your mouth on him. He’s bashful, nervous, and unfortunately, an accidental head-pusher. Though, he will apologize profusely as he pushes you down, he just cannot help himself. Tenya’s on the verge of crying already, and you’re barely halfway down his cock, so you at least have to give him this, right?

Iida Tenya happens to go brain dead more often than you’d think. Yes, he is just sooooo headstrong, but your warmth and the way you squeeze him, pulling him in further— and he’s babbling. Mindlessly humping into your cunt, muttering every curse he knows— slobbering as he tries to form a coherent sentence only to tell you just how good you feel.

THIS. MAN. IS. A. KISSER. DAMNIT! He loves to kiss. That’s it: kiss. Tenya would kiss all over you for no reason, other than just because he can. He loves to swipe his tongue over your neck, nibbling your earlobe before sucking a specific spot just below. He loves how you react, especially when his tongue dives into your mouth and slides against yours and the only thing you can do is thread your fingers through his jet-blue hair, tugging on what you can because you cannot fucking breathe.

Get on top of that man. RIDE HIM LIKE THE GODDAMN STEAM ENGINE HE IS. He’ll keep you firmly atop him when you do, keeping you snug in a bear hug around your waist while you grip his shoulders. He’d rutt his hips upwards when you got tired, burying his face in your tits as he brought you down hard into his hips.

Trust me, he ain’t coming until you have, that’s for sure. He’d be eating you out, fingering you with one big hand, and the other snaked between his own legs, jerking himself off. Like clockwork, only a moment after you does he finish, hastily pulling himself upwards so he can shoot his load onto the skin of your thighs with a huff, resting his forehead against your navel. You run your hands through his scalp, scratching his skin with your nails gently as you both calm the hell down.

aftercare hcs, a treat for my sweet readers ᥫ᭡.

✎ᝰ Tenya is such a sweetie. He would snuggle forever if you hadn’t gotten up to use the bathroom; even then, he’d stare at the door until you wandered back out, beckoning you to fall back into his warm embrace, which of course, you do. He’d hold onto you so tight, almost as if he was scared you would leave, disappear, dissipate— he draws little shapes over the skin of your back, pressing his strong hands into your skin every once and a while.

He’d continue this act, adding the sensation of kissing the top of your head before you inevitably drag him to the shower with you. He leans down so you can scrub his hair, sighing as you scratch his scalp, his hunky form relaxing ever so slightly under your touch.

THANK YOU FOR READING! if you wish to see more of me, ₊⊹

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[astars-things]

"My baby, you did so well." For Quinn please 🙏

This is for 18+ readers only, if you are underage, I can't stop you from reading, just proceed with caution 

mention of- toys, sub!reader dom!Quinn hughes 

this is only my second time writing smut if you have any feedback that would be great x

smut content below 

Quinn had this rule when he was away on roadie, "no touching yourself", he went as far as hiding your toys in a locked box in your shared closet, hiding one of the keys in an old pair of shoes and the other he took away with him, he trusted you not to use your fingers, the only times you were allowed to was when he was on call giving you permission 

While cleaning out the closet, sorting through old clothes to decide what to keep and what to donate, your hand accidentally bumped into one of Quinn’s shoes. As it tipped over, a small, silver key tumbled to the floor, catching the light as it landed beside you.

You knew you shouldn’t. You knew exactly what that key unlocked. But the ache between your legs was impossible to ignore.

Without hesitation, you grabbed your vanity chair, setting it firmly on the floor before stepping up onto it. Your fingers reached for the familiar box tucked high on the shelf — your secret stash of toys and pleasures you hadn’t touched in far too long. 

You quickly grabbed one, placing it on charge because you knew it needed it after not being used for a little bit, when you placed it on charge, you made your way into the kitchen,n washing the dishes, you had sent a timer so you didn't accidently set the apartment on fire, soon the timer rang out threw your ears

Giggly like a little kid, you ran into your shared bedroom. You were lying on your back, opening up a locked folder where you and Quinn could share audios and videos to help pass the time of roadies, little did you know Quinn got a notification when you opened this shared folder, 

Soon, finding the one you wanted, it was an audio of Quinn dirty talking to you, helping you cum, you turned on your vibrator playing the buzzing toy on your clit, your phone placed next to your ear to simulate quinn being there with you, but you needed this after him sending you photos of him being sweaty and his abs on full display, 

moans were heard through the apartment as you kept your buzzing friend on your clit moving it around in circles, soon the sensation got to much and you turned it off, you gave yourself time to come back to earth, you went to the bathroom to clean yourself up and washing off your toy and placing it back into your nightstanding setting yourself a mental reminder to put it back, 

time skip 

It had been two days since you used your toy, it was weighing on you to tell Quinn, but what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him, right? "hey honey i missed you" Quinn said as he wrapped his ams around you when he walked into the apartment "I missed you too bub" you replied giving him a long kiss "Needy aren't you" He whispered in your ear you gave him a shy smile "you can have me after my shower okay?" Quinn said before giving you a forehead kiss, making his way into your shared room, He didn't know why but he got a strong gut feeling to check your nightstand so he did 

Quinn’s curiosity got the better of him as he walked over to the nightstand, fingers curling around the handle before slowly pulling the drawer open. His eyes landed on it almost immediately, your favorite toy, tucked neatly under some random receipts and hair ties, but not quite hidden enough. His brows lifted slightly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

You’d used it recently. He could tell. By the time he reappeared in the doorway, you were scrolling mindlessly on your phone, completely unaware of what he’d just discovered. “So…” his voice was low, playful, but with an edge to it. “Anything you wanna tell me, sweetheart?” You glanced up at him, confusion flickering across your face. “What do you mean?” He held up the toy between his fingers, the sight of it making your stomach flip. 

You were both looking at each other intensely, you knew you were in deep trouble, "Go lay on the bed, if I see one piece of clothing on you, you're going to be in even deeper trouble," he grumbled. You quickly followed behind Quinn, you watched as he went into the bathroom to take a shower, before dealing with you, 

You quickly lay there naked, your mind wandered to how stupid you could be for not putting it back, to use it in the first place, all the thoughts left your mind as you heard the bathroom door open, Quinn standing there with one look in his  eyes, to punish you 

"you ready?" Quinn asked as he sat in front of you on the bed, you could only nod, "Words y/n I need words," He said, grabbing a condom and sliding it down his length "Yes", you quickly rushed out "Good girl", He said before he moved toward you, broad chest pressing against yours as his mouth latched onto your already hard nipple. His tongue flicked, lips sucking greedily, his other hand finding your neglected breast. His fingers rolled your nipple between his thumb and pointer finger, tugging just enough to make you arch off the bed.

“Quinn, please” you whimpered, the need bubbling over too fast.

“Please what, baby? Please make you come on my cock after you couldn’t wait for me?” he teased, but you could feel the heat in his words. He loved that you needed him that badly, so badly you couldn’t resist touching yourself when he was gone. He didn’t make you answer. Instead, he slid his cock through your soaked folds, coating himself in your slick before sinking into you with one deep, slow thrust.

The stretch was perfect , the kind that made your toes curl and a broken moan slip past your lips.

“So fucking tight. Were you thinking about me when you fucked yourself with that toy?” His voice was a low growl in your ear. “Yes,” you gasped. “Yeah? Did it feel as good as this?” He thrust hard, pulling out almost entirely before slamming back in.“No no, only you ”, you babbled, already falling apart under his pace.

Quinn didn’t hold back. His hands gripped your hips, keeping you still as he pounded into you, his cock dragging against that perfect spot with every thrust. His lips were everywhere, your neck, your collarbone, the swell of your breast, leaving marks to remind you whose you were.

Just when you were right on the edge, he reached over to the nightstand, grabbing the vibrator you’d been caught with.“If you love this so much, let’s use it together.”

You barely had time to process his words before the toy was buzzing against your clit, the sensation making you cry out. The combined stimulation — his cock, the vibrator, the weight of him pressing you into the mattress — it was overwhelming. “Quinn, I can’t, it’s too much”

“You can.” His hand wrapped around your throat, gentle but firm. “You can, baby. You’re gonna give me everything. Every fucking drop.” The first orgasm hit fast and hard, your body seizing around him, clenching his cock so tightly he nearly lost it. But he didn’t stop. The vibrator stayed against your clit as he kept thrusting, dragging you into a second orgasm before you could even catch your breath.

“That’s my girl. So pretty when you come.” By the time your third orgasm hit, tears were slipping down your cheeks, the pleasure so intense it was almost too much. But Quinn wasn’t done. “One more, baby. Just one more.” His voice was softer now, coaxing, gentle even as he drove into you with deep, steady thrusts. The fourth orgasm ripped through you, leaving you boneless, trembling under him. Your body shook, thighs twitching, tears slipping down your temples as you whimpered his name.

That was enough. Quinn’s thrusts grew sloppy, his fingers digging into your hips as he spilled into the condom with a deep, guttural groan. He barely took a second to catch his breath before he was easing out of you, quickly discarding the condom and gathering you into his arms.“My baby,” he murmured, his lips pressing soft kisses along your hairline. “You did so well. So fucking good for me.”

His fingers traced soothing circles along your back, his touch gentle now, all of that dominance melted into soft, loving care.“Are you okay?” he whispered. You nodded sleepily against his chest, your body still trembling slightly. “I got you,” he promised, reaching for a warm washcloth to gently clean you up. Every touch was tender, every word soft, as if you were the most precious thing in the world — because to Quinn, you were. He tucked you under the covers, curling his body around yours, his hand resting over your heart.

“I love you,” he murmured.

“I love you too,” you whispered back, safe and warm and so completely his. 

[forgeofthenine]

So here’s a question. What do you think would be some accidental turn ons for Dammon/Zevlor/Rolan?

I absolutely loved writing this, it's such a fun idea. I have some thoughts of things the tieflings do that are accidental turn ons too, if anyones interested. Thank you for sending in the request!

Slightly NSFW under the cut, no warnings needed, reader is gender neutral as usual

Accidental turn ons for the tiefling bachelors

Dammon

Any off hand jokes along the lines of he 'needs to behave or he'll be punished'

Dammon doesn't even really have a punishment kink or similar but something about the cheeky way you say it does things to him

Something about joking that he's a 'bad boy' just really gets this man going

Play wrestling

Do I even need to explain?

Try to pin him down as you both laugh and grapple with each other, as soon as you sit on his hips to hold him still you'll feel a surprise against your ass

Bonus points if you hold his wrists and lean in to whisper in his ear

If you put a hand on his arm or back while passing him in a tight space

Dammon loves soft touches, and if you use touch to let him know your passing behind him it makes his brain go haywire

Zevlor

When you can speak another language

Especially he doesn't understand what your saying or you have a unique accent

Zevlors eyes go wide as saucers and he has to try and hide his growing hard on as he listens to you

When you take off a sweater and your shirt pulls up to reveal your stomach

He appreciates every part of your body, and getting a peak at your bare skin as you strip off a top layer really gets Zevlor going

Idly running your fingers over him in random patterns

You know how sometimes when you're sitting or cuddling with someone sometimes it's just nice to mindlessly run your fingertips over their skin? And it makes that tingly feeling for them?

Zevlor loves it, he loves the tingles

There's so many everyday things you do that make him feel like a horny teenager again

Rolan

Put your head on his lap and look up at him from there

Not only is he adorably blushy, but he's oddly quiet as he tries not to get hard right then and there

Running your fingers through his hair and braiding it

Rolan has a hair pulling kink, it's just a fact

You getting rid of the knots in his hair with your fingers before braiding it, the little tugs of it against his scalp the whole time

He might just die of horny-

Watching you on your tip toes trying to get a book down from a high shelf

Particularly if you wear shorts or a skirt, regardless of gender

Rolan sees it and the first thought in his mind is to press you against the bookshelf and take you right then and there

He's just enough of an ass to come whisper his wants in your ear, too

[prettiedup]

hello!!! i hope ur having a lovely day! <3

i would like to request a nanami fic. maybe using the one bed trope??

thank you! XOXO

nanami has always preferred to do things alone. living, cooking, sleeping, organizing, everything needs to be done precisely and in his preferred way. working was also something he enjoyed doing on his lonesome. the way nanami moved was meticulous and it left no room for error. he enjoyed taking his time to learn his footwork and his abilities. as dreadful as being a sorcerer is, he has to find enjoyment in the littlest things.

“nami! i can’t open this!” you’re pouting and groaning in irritation while you struggle to open your can of cola. he glances to his side, you’re trying to use the tips of your fingers instead of your nails due to them being so long and squared.

“i told you to stop getting them so long.” he’s grumbling while taking one hand off of the steering wheel to open the can for you. once you hear the satisfying pop, a bright smile plays onto your pretty lips. 

“thank you, nami!” you smile excitedly while taking the can back.

he didn’t reply, only giving you a hum to let you know he heard you. you’re a nice girl, you remind him of something sweet. your personality is so bubbly and energizing, something nanami is completely polar of. even after months of working with you as both his partner and your mentor, he could never get used to you. you’re like a sweet slap in the face, he had stigmatized that the earth is cruel and evil years ago. and then here you go, prancing around all pink and glittery. 

when he first saw you, he thought you were a teenager, to give you some lead way; fresh out of high school. his eyebrows almost touched his hairline when he learned that you were actually well into your 20’s. you’re just a few years younger than him. he remembers complaining to yaga, to the higher ups, he was even so devastated that he found it in him to complain to gojo. 

“i’ve never needed a partner. i sure as hell don’t need one now.” he told gojo as he downed his fourth shot of whiskey. “and一and she’s just so fuckin’ opposite.” he complained. his pale cheeks were flushed red and there were small beads of sweat formed around his hairline.  

gojo has his infamous smirk on his lips as he listens to his ‘friend’ rant. “maybe that’s what you need, kento.” gojo tells him, honestly. “a reminder that you’re not even goddamn 30 yet. live a little.” 

if they wanted him to live a little they should’ve given him a vacation to the beach or something of that sort. that’s how nanami sees it, anyway. 

while you are just the sweetest thing, you sometimes are a lot to deal with. your attention span is too short, you become emotional when things don’t go your way, and you shut down too easily. nanami finds himself having to pick up the pieces alot when it comes to you. especially with you two being partners and the missions can sometimes be months long. something so delicate, hosts something so fiery inside. he’s seen you during battle. when a curse is taking too long to exterminate, when a mission drags on longer than told, when you accidentally break a nail from punching too hard. all those things tie together and create an absolute beast. he had almost felt foolish for doubting you the first time the two of you had gone on your first official mission together.

“nami.” your soft voice rings through his ears. he had a bad habit of zoning out, especially while driving. it’s become habitual to call out his name every now and then to make sure he’s actually focused. 

“i’m here.” those two words carry two meanings as he pulls into the hotel parking lot.

the two of you step out of the car. you stand beside nanami, watching as he pulls out his solid black duffel bag along with your hello kitty duffle bag. you continue mindlessly sipping on your coke even while he has to use his hip to close the door because his hands are full.

“you’re too good to carry your own bag?” he asks with furrowed eyebrows. 

“yup.” you make sure to pop the p. he can only glare at you. with a bright, unaffected smile, you blissfully ignore his intense, piercing glare and walk towards the entrance of the hotel. you stride confidently, with nanami towing closely behind you.

you walk up to the front desk and begin talking to the receptionist. she appears noticeably young, perhaps younger than both of you. her face is dotted with a variety of moles, along with a few faint acne scars. her upturned hazel-green eyes are striking, despite the dark circles beneath them. the contrast between her youthful features and the weariness in her gaze has you intrigued. you were a complete sucker for pretty girls. 

“we do have one more room available, but there’s only one bed.” she tells you two. her eyes sweep between the two of you hesitantly as she breaks the news.

both you and nanami freeze at her. usually, you would both get your own rooms and meet back up in the morning. instantly, there’s a pout on your face. the cheerfulness and confidence you once walked into the lobby with is quickly gone.

“how far away is the next closest hotel?” you ask.

“about forty minutes.” she replies.

you look behind you, at nanami; who seems to be calculating something. “what are we gonna do, nami?” you’re frowning and your tone holds a silver of frustration.

“we’re going to take the room. i get the bed and you get the couch.” is all he says. he steps up to give her the money.

minutes later the both of you are walking to your designated hotel room. nanami holds a look of nonchalance while you’re all pouty and frowning. 

he ignores it, he’s gotten so used to it. he knows your little attitude won’t last forever. something else will soon take your attention and you’ll soon forget about how upset you were seconds ago. once the two of you make it to the door, he slots the keycard inside of the lock and watches the red light flash green. he allows you to walk in first and trails closely behind you.

the room is spacious and inviting, a large king bed lies in the middle of the room, draped in crisp, high thread count linens and a plush, oversized duvet. soft lighting creates a warm ambiance, while large windows offer a stunning view of the cityscape surroundings. in the far corner,  a plush, deep set couch padded in soft, rich fabric, inviting everyone to sink into its comfort. the couch is surrounded by a pair of stylish armchairs.

“this is the best room so far!” you’re excitedly bouncing around and touching everything. you can barely stay in one spot before you’re moving onto the next. you open a door that leads to the bathroom. you let out an excited squeal when you see how big the bathroom is. “they have those drop-in bathtub things!”

you skip to nanami and grab you duffel bag out of his hands. “i’m gonna go shower!” you tell nanami before running back inside the bathroom.

𓊆ྀི ❤︎ 𓊇ྀི

“nami! jus’ lay down! i’ll sleep at the headboard and you sleep at the foot of the bed.” you try to negotiate with the man. this has been going on for a few minutes and you were beginning to grow irritated.

“the couch is fine. it’s big enough and it looks quite comfortable.” he declines.

“i’m gonna cry.” you threaten him.

“are you really going to cry because i prefer the couch?” nanami asks with both amusement and frustration. he was growing tired and wanted nothing more than to lay down at the moment.

“this is a large bed! i won’t be able to forgive myself if you sleep on the couch.” you explain to him.

nanami just sighs and stares at you. you stand there with your arms crossed, not giving up on wanting him to sleep on the bed also.he’s sure that if just goes and lay down on the couch you’d follow him and complain until he caves in to get you to be quiet. 

“alright.. alright.” he mumbles as he goes to the foot of the bed, far away from where you’d be laying. 

the both of you climb into bed with your backs toward each other. you’re facing the now covered windows while he faces the door. 

“g’night, nami.” you tell him sleepily.

“goodnight.” he replies.

𓊆ྀི ❤︎ 𓊇ྀི

nanami should’ve known. his eyes sleepily flutter open, he could feel your body greedily rubbing against his. your leg is thrown over his so that your clothed cunt could rub against his hardening dick. you’re letting out gaspy moans every time your clit gets captured against the tip of his cock. your face rests in the crook of his neck, dribbles of spit escape past your lips and land on his neck only for you to lap it back up. 

“sweetheart..” nanami trails off tiredly. he’d be lying if he said it didn’t feel good but you two had to get up extremely early and when you don’t have enough hours of sleep, you turn into a little demon.

“i-i know.” you whine. “‘s gonna be the last time, n-nami. i jus’ need you.” you sniffle. 

everytime is you two have sex you try to reassure nanami that it would be the last time. he knows you’re lying and he can’t tell if you say and genuinely mean it or if you say it to just quiet him down. he should’ve known when you begged him to sleep in the bed with you that you were up to something. 

“i need you!” you repeat stubbornly. 

he huffs to himself as his fingers slide down under your flimsy shorts. you thumb makes contact with your clit and you’re instantly bucking yourself against his hand instead. you’re so wet, you already have his fingers covered with your arousal. 

“don’t wan’ your fingers, nami. wan’ your cock!” you don’t wait for him to reply to your statement. your hands greedily dig into his sweatpants and fish for his cock. when your hands come in contact with his length, he shudders and lets out a low curse.

“greedy girl.” he tsks. he helps you shuffle his sweatpants down just enough for his cock to be freed. “no prep?” he asks in worry. you need it so bad that you’re shaking your head no. you continue to lap at his skin, leaving marks onto him. with shaky hands, nanami tugs your shorts off of your legs and slides your panties to the side. “look at me.”

you raise your head and search for his hardened eyes. the second you two make eye contact, his lips latch onto yours. he hungrily keeps his lips pressed against yours as he lines his thick cock up to your leaking hole. he slowly pushes himself into you, the both of you gasp and moan into each others mouths as you become one.

he doesn’t keep a steady rhythm for long, the second his pelvis slaps against your ass he speeds up. he’s serious about getting some amount of sleep so that you two could be well rested for tomorrow’s mission. he continues to thumb at your clit while he thrusts into you.

“mnghhh! s-shit.” you moan out once the two of you pull away. nanami’s eyes glance down at your spit glossed lips, you look so delicious like this. 

“pretty girls don’t curse.” he lectures you. 

you can’t think of an insult to throw at his way. all you can do is moan a weak ‘sorry’ and grab at his shoulder. nanami coos at how dumb you’re becoming for him. he uses his other arm to hook it under your leg and bring it up higher. even though the movement is subtle, the change is obvious.

nanami is barely holding up, himself. his skin is flushed red and his hair is sticking down to his head. he’s letting out huffs as he tries to control himself and not cum so fast. it’s hard not to when your pussy is gripping him so tightly. 

he looks down and watches as his dick appears and then disappears inside of you repeatedly. he could see strings of your arousal smeared all over both yourself and him.

“fuck.” he mumbles before diving for your lips once again. as much as he wants to finish as soon as possible with how wet and needy you are, he knows you two will be going at it for hours. 

[solbaby7]

someone requested [ Manhattan + salt rim + neat ] and I accidentally deleted it but i remembered!!

warnings: leashes (yup like for dogs 🤭) minors dni, thank you thank you thank you thank you for this request 🥵

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Azriel knew it was going to be an issue—you spending so much time with Nesta Archeron.

He’d found it cute at first. His sweet girl making friends with someone as prickly as death incarnate, until he’d started noticing the changes. How kind words shift into a biting wit; adopting a darker kind of humor that leaves his brows raised and tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth. “Come bunny, it’s time to get out of bed.”

Perhaps it’s in that learned behavior where you find the gall to part your lips and mutter, “No, I’m not going.”

It’s surprising—your defiance. Enough for him to pause in the middle of his morning routine, thigh holsters half buckled with an array of sharpened daggers and switchblades laid out before him. “Say that again?”

“To training,” You elaborate, mindlessly toying with the fraying edges of your nail varnish. Soft sheets swallow you whole, thick pillows and duvets emitting Azriel’s comforting scent all around you. “I’m not going today.”

For only a second he falters before his movements start up again, deft fingers easily buckling strips of leather and filling the slots with weapons. “Are you not feeling well?”

“I’m feeling like I don’t want to sweat under the burning sun all fucking day.” Your eyes are too busy rolling at the thought to notice the tick of Azriel’s jaw, the strained way he tightens his belt. “Nes and I are going shopping after brunch instead.”

“Oh?” There’s a pause, a tense silence that forces you to lean up on your elbows, neck craning to peer over at the Illyrian. Though, Azriel’s not getting ready anymore and he’s lounging too comfortably for someone who’d been adamant on following the guidelines of his rigorous schedule. The clock tick, tick, ticks away and for some reason he’s not reaching for his top or the crossbody holsters he slides on after. His hair is still dripping wet from his shower, not even bothering to work his styling pomade through. “Says who?”

He just sits there—watching, waiting. Staring at you like one of the prisoners he chains up in his dungeons; prodding at the barriers of their restraint until the spymaster tore it to shreds. You hate how well it works, chipping away at the fortified walls you’d built in your new friendships. How easily Azriel’s able to walk up to those borders and send them crumbling down with nothing more than a look.

It should be embarrassing, the affect he has on you. The way one arched brow has your spine instinctively straightening, throat rolling with a swallow as you struggle to muster up the same confidence that burned through you just moments ago. “I wasn’t aware I needed permission.”

Azriel hums low in his chest, shoulders relaxing and head nodding once, twice, three times before that stoic expression melts into understanding. “I see, that’s probably my fault. Got a touch lenient—allowed room for a little too much…hope.”

“Hope?”

Alarm bells begin ringing the further he settles in the chair, thick thighs spreading wide and veiny forearms eat up the space along the armrest. “Hope,” he agrees. “Give a good pet a little too much freedom—too much hope and all the necessary structure begins to waver.” You’re caught like a fly in a trap, limbs sticking to the carefully spun webs Az’s woven until your struggle only leaves the metaphorical ropes twisting and knotting tighter. “Don’t worry, I’m a good trainer. Won’t let you slack for a second—even if you do bat those pretty lashes up at me.”

Your mouth goes dry when his wrist flicks, two fingers beckoning you closer in silent command. A part of you hesitates; resists the rigorous discipline and rules put in place to keep you safe. Protected. But Nesta said that you were perfectly capable of protecting yourself without some overgrown bat looming over your shoulder. Right?

You obey anyway, praying that Azriel doesn’t hold the contemplation against you.

The Mother doesn’t seem to hear your plea, too occupied with more deserving persons to spare a second glance at the predicament you’d weaseled your way into. Each step closer feels like knowing wrong and choosing the sin anyway, solidifying your fate and dealing your destiny with the devil for all time. “Sit.”

A huffy breath of irritation before you ease down to your knees, leaning your weight back against your calves. “I’m not some fucking dog.”

“No, you aren’t,” His hand smells of body wash when a thumb runs over the curve of your cheek, blunt nail tracing against the shape of your mouth. It’s almost sweet, toeing the line of possibly romantic when you hear it—the squeaky strain of fresh leather. The cool bite of the latch registers too late, a metallic click locking it in place. “But lately you’ve been acting like one. My rabid mutt.”

Manicured nails grip at the newest accessory but it doesn’t budge no matter how much you tug at it. Your cheeks flame, a mix of fury and pure embarrassment from the rush of arousal that soils your panties when each breath grows just a bit labored. “You fucking collared me?”

“Watch your mouth or I’ll buy a muzzle to match.” He catches on to the way your thighs clench together, lips snapping shut as your brain fights to decide whether you want to scream back a “fuck you” or “fuck me”.

You land somewhere in the middle, words stern but tone leaking with curiosity. “You wouldn’t dare.”

A hellish grin splits across the handsome lines of his face, like a wolf straining in the seams of sheep’s clothing. “Try me.” He’s lost the concept to time when such fun prey has found itself stuck in his crosshairs. Such a sweet lamb should know better than to wander away from its shepherd—heaven forbid something should happen to you. “Test me, I dare you. I’ll walk you through town like some purebred if you keep acting like you weren’t taught to act with decorum.”

He means it too. You know he does. Even after all these years, you still had yet to hear words Azriel’s didn’t back up with action. Instantly, your eyes lower, head bowing in order to conceal the pinpricked pupils that dialate with desire. It burns in your belly, a cacophony of fantasies lashing against your eyelids at warp speed.

You in your shiny collar, name engraved on the customized nameplate with Azriel’s information on the back right under “If Found, Return To”

It’s purely involuntary, the desperate whimper that cuts through the bedchambers and Azriel pats at your head like some pampered pup in need of comfort. Offering love and fond coos when you easily correct the behaviors he doesn’t enjoy.

Obedient. Disciplined. Loyal. His.

“There’s a good girl. Keep that up and I’ll give you a treat.”

[wearysparrows]

Never Quite Heaven

ao3/masterlist

Part 1 (here) / Part 2

Summary: After he had rejected your initial advances, you and Sylus had become the closest of friends. But your relationship still takes on a shape neither of you can quite define. Sylus regrets. You’re kept in the dark.

cw: AFAB reader, term 'sister' is used, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, hurt and no comfort, Suggestive Themes, Cigarettes (Sylus smoking), depictions of Sylus hurt and healing, Sylus POV and your POV, no use of 'Y/N', reader is MC, written in snippets, Not Beta Read

Sylus had been your closest friend for years now.

When the two of you had first met, you had tentatively hoped for the possibility of more between you. Sylus had everything going for him – and what did you have to lose? After the deaths of Caleb and Gran, hardly anything fazed you, anymore. You had joked about the prospect once – you and Sylus as a couple, in the early days. He had quickly dismissed the possibility, telling you not to be delusional. You didn’t need to be told twice. One rejection from Sylus was enough for a lifetime. Still, he insisted on staying in your life, so much so that he carved out a permanent place in it. The two of you carried on as friends, and had grown into a deep, easy closeness that only the passage of time could bring. The wound had smarted, initially, but now it only occasionally ached with a dull thud, like an old scar you accidentally raked your nails over.

Sylus had come at your request to an upscale bar, following along with your intentions to meet up with your other close friend – Tara. There wasn’t any reason for you to invite him, but you did. It felt wholly unnatural to be away from you, anyway. Sylus always came. It was as if you were one of his essential organs – your removal would spell his end.

You had frequented this place so often that Sylus had opted to purchase the bar. The alcohol was replaced with something of a higher quality, the lights dimmed just a little. You had complained of their burning blue fluorescence, once. Now, they glowed a soft yellow. You had commented on the changes, seeming pleased, but were none the wiser to his meddling. Sylus said nothing of it.

He had one arm perched innocuously on the dark wood of the booth behind your back, fingertips just barely a ghost on the skin of your shoulders. A touch that told others you were his – even if you yourself weren’t aware of it. The booth was large enough that he could spread his legs wide, and his knee touched your thigh under the table. None of this seemed to faze you in the slightest. You were deep in conversation with your friend, gesticulating excitedly with one hand. Your other, ever needing something to occupy it, had been threading its fingers in and out of one of his belt loops, repeatedly. Tugging on it. Stroking the etched leather of his belt, dragging a nail over the texture. He let you, wordlessly. You always touched him like this – mindlessly, assured that it didn’t affect him. He watched the curve of your lips as you spoke, as you drank from your straw, as you opened them to eat. The soft spread of the muscle of your thighs on the deep green leather of the booth seat. His pants had been uncomfortably tight for nearly the entire night. He never lost his composure in front of you, though. Composure was something he was very, very good at. He had been given nearly infinite time to practice, after all. Still, he didn’t need you seeing him like this. He excused himself with a low word to the restroom to collect his faculties.

Sylus thrust the cold running water from the sink onto his face with open palms. It cooled his skin, and his nerves. He was so tightly wound around you. And he was always around you. His arms, the span of his body, his spirit. His muscles were endlessly taught with his grip on his self control. Sylus looked at his reflection in the mirror. Nothing was out of place. You looked best standing next to him, and he next to you. This body, clad in leathers instead of scales, moved with singular purpose.

His pupils had returned to a normal degree of dilation. The tightness in his pants was beginning to ease. He adjusted his belt, touching the places your fingers had left their traces. Exhaling through his nose, he stepped with trained silence back out into the adjoining hallway. As he walked, Tara’s voice reached his ears, just on the other side of the adjoining wall.

“Why don’t the two of you date? I mean, the only thing that would change would be the addition of sex, right? Everything else, it’s like you’re already together. You have his black card in your wallet, for fuck’s sake.”

Tara’s question made Sylus stop in his tracks. The hallway to the restrooms hid him from view, and he leaned against the wall there, listening intently for your response. Your voice, the sound he adored so much, more than any other. You spoke of him. 

“Remember when I called you years ago after I first met him? He told me I was–”

“Delusional? Yeah, I remember. Don’t you think he could have changed his mind by now? That was a long time ago. Have you ever brought it up?”

Barbs weaved and clenched around Sylus’s insides at the memory. He hadn’t been truthful in that moment – he was a creature that hadn’t experienced love for an age, and suddenly having it thrust in front of him from the one he desired the most – he lashed at it. His words had been biting, teeth snapping at the one person he didn’t want to sink them into. He had been more than careful never to imply anything of a similar nature since. Now he was careful. Calculated. He became everything you needed, and a little more. You molded him now as you had then.

“No way. He just doesn’t see me like that. I mean, I’ve been practically naked in front of him more times than I can count, and he never bats an eye. I think he sees me like a sister, or,”

Sylus’s hearing was so acute that he could hear you pause to swallow your drink. He could hear it slide down your wet throat. Even from this distance, he could catch the faint sound of your heart beating in your chest, so long had he been attuned to its particular rhythm. The delicately powerful sound of your existence. Supporting your body that had carried you through so many trials and tribulations. You had only become more beautiful for it, and Sylus had the grand privilege of watching you change and grow.

 Your words, however, caused him to pinch the bridge of his nose. A headache threatened to overtake him. Never bats an eye? He must be doing an excellent job of hiding his true feelings for you. So much so that it had only driven home his original lie further, a permanent nail in his chest. Even just the sight of you getting into the passenger seat of his car (an ancient thing with a stick shift, because you said you liked men who drove them,) got him half-hard, let alone the times he had seen you practically naked. But he would rather have shot himself in the chest a hundred times over, feeling the flesh sew itself up over and over again than make you feel uncomfortable with that knowledge – so he held back. He was always holding back. Restraint had become second nature, the thing he wanted most tantalizing him all of the time. He had an iron fist around the shape of his desires. Sylus found any excuse to keep you as near as possible. He had endless excuses, endless reasons to be by your side. He made certain he was the only man you needed in your life. And you had grown to need him. Of this, at the very least, he was certain.

“No, that’s not quite right. Maybe I’m like, a concept to him?”

The barbs dug themselves further into Sylus’s insides, twisting, threatening to shear him in two completely. Your habit for reducing yourself in the ways of which he thought of you was a particularly nasty one. Not even a sister, but a concept? He couldn’t fathom what dark directions your mind must have taken to draw that conclusion. Sylus was angry – not with you, but with himself. He had dug his own grave, years ago. As if he wasn’t thinking of you all of the time. As if he didn’t acquiesce to your every whim. As if he hadn’t modified Mephisto to watch your every move, to ensure your safety when he couldn’t attend to it personally. As if he didn’t give you everything you asked for – which wasn’t much. He wished desperately that you’d ask him for more. That you’d be a little greedier with him. If you had asked for his still beating heart, he would have torn it from his chest and given it to you. But you did no such thing. It rotted inside him, instead.

Sylus wasn’t a man who was free from sin – and he knew you knew that, too. But you didn’t know how he kept other men away from you – intercepted their paths, ensured no one ever got close. Those others who had predated his entrance in your life were allowed to stay only because he knew you would never forgive him for removing them from yours. You would know it was him, even if he did the work to make it look like an accident, because your mind was endlessly sharp. There was your work partner, with a certain darkness behind his eyes that you didn’t seem to acknowledge. Your doctor, who had chosen his life path to change the course of your own. That artist friend of yours who had attended your college as a professor, watching you from a distance. He had vetted them all, and couldn’t quell his jealousy or suspicions of their place in your life. But despite all your acuteness, your hypervigilance that you couldn’t turn off, earned through struggle –  you seemed not to notice the way they looked at you. Sylus did, because they were the same eyes that he had for you. He knew you needed people other than himself, emotionally. Friends. Coworkers. That was healthy.

All he wanted was you.

Sylus peeled himself from the wall, righting himself into his usual posture of confident ease. He returned to the booth, and leaned close to you to speak into your ear. Your instincts were sharp – he knew you heard his approach, even after a few drinks. From his vantage point, he could see the glowing drip of the red gem you wore around your neck decorating the slope of your collarbones. A gift from him. You never took it off, anymore. He spoke against your ear. Softly, gently. It came as barely a rasp.

“We should head out soon, kitten. It’s getting late.”

He felt you lean into his words, against his lips, like you were trying to hear him better over the din of the other patrons. So close that he could have licked the shell of your ear, had he let himself. How many times had he wondered about the taste of your skin? Of your insides? There were nights where he watched you sleep – and he had practically outright told you as much. You were wholly unperturbed, teasing him for it, instead. Telling him he needed to rest more, but not too much, because you liked those dark circles under his eyes.

“Damn, you’re right. Let’s go before it gets too cold out.”

You had turned to him to speak, and now the soft line of your mouth was practically touching the side of his own. Sylus thought about grabbing your chin. About putting his tongue down your throat. 

He righted himself instead, admiring the soft curve of your back from behind as you stepped out of the booth after him. His hand frequented your lower back, especially in a crowd. You were saying goodbye to Tara, hugging and ensuring her that you would see her outside of work again soon. Even the top of your head was perfect. It was what he saw the most when you weren’t looking up at him with boundless depths of trust in your eyes. So sure of him were you that he could hardly stand to keep up the facade of lack of feelings – but he must to keep you by his side. Selfishly, selfishly. 

He couldn’t betray your trust with the burden of his own emotions. There was nothing to do but bury his love in the hot sand.

Sylus had stepped outside for a smoke, and you had insisted on coming with him. You could have stayed inside, protected from the stinging nettles of the winter air, but so used to Sylus’s presence were you that being away from him was a strangeness you were unwilling to bear. Linkon’s buildings, dark and made of fragile glass, towered over your view of the sky. Sylus was leaning against a wall of red brick, looking like he was born from the sulfurous fires of Hell itself, all red and white. He lit a cigarette, long and black. Cloves, which he liked so much. The scent clung to him, if only you came close enough to inhale it. He used the lighter you had purchased as a gift for his birthday the previous year to spark it up. The engraving on it read thus:

‘WHEN I GO TO HELL

COME WITH ME.’

 Soft snowflakes had begun to fall from the dull greyness of the air, the large kind that seemed amalgamations of many little ice crystals.You shuddered, despite your jacket and scarf. The cold was creeping underneath them. There was a time in your life, before Sylus, when you would have intentionally sought the feeling of the breeze tearing your skin from your flesh. Not now. You felt Sylus turn towards you, and you met his gaze. The lit cigarette was hanging from his mouth, and the red of its end was nearly the color of his eyes as he looked at you. A color that burned. He opened his coat. 

“If you’re cold, just tell me.”

You settled into his open coat without question, your back leaning against him. He wrapped it around you with his free hand, keeping it closed around the two of you. You could feel the hard line of his muscles underneath the places where your bodies touched. Capable, unwavering. He was the embodiment of assurance in your life, always heeding your call.

“I don’t need to tell you. You can basically read my mind at this point, anyway.”

Sylus chuckled at your response, a sound that made you feel secure in him. His warmth was already radiating into you. You weren’t certain that Sylus even got cold – it was like the jacket was merely a formality. You were frequently inside of it, flush against him, like now. The snow melted on him before it could touch you.

“If I could read your mind, my life would probably become much easier.”

His voice was full of his familiar teasing mirth. You elbowed his side underneath his coat. Gently. Sylus ashed his cigarette, flicking it with a lithe finger,  holding it away from you.

“And what if I could read yours?” 

You leaned against him a little harder as you asked, looking up at him. He looked down at you in kind, expression unchanging. He took a moment to answer, as if he were searching for the right words. His eyes flicked away from yours, and then back. You never grew tired of that red. To your ears, he sounded strangely serious when he spoke. 

“You probably wouldn’t like me so much anymore, kitten.”

For someone with such an impenetrable mind, Sylus had these strange moments of deprecation that you couldn’t comprehend the origin of. He was without quarter in nearly everything, but it was as if there was some strange hole in him. He was carrying some sin he couldn’t put down, and he wouldn’t let you share in his burden. You loved him for his strangeness, but were unsure how to console him for it. Nothing you said could seem to convince him of the hole he had filled for you.

“Bullshit. I know everything about you.”

You were lying. It would have been more truthful to say that you wanted to know everything about him. There were many things you did know – and many things you didn’t. Sylus didn’t offer a response, and instead wrapped his free arm around your midsection. His hand was flush with your ribcage, and he rubbed idly between the bones there, as if he was making sure none of them were missing. The steady rise and fall of his chest caused you to rise and fall with him. You eyeballed the lit cigarette in his fingers. It was stark on the color of his skin. He got much paler in the winter, and tanned in the summer.

“I thought you were going to quit?”

You gestured to the offending object in his hand, but quickly retracted your fingers back into his coat when you felt the nip of the air against your bare skin.

“Yeah.”

He took a drag, like he was mocking you. 

“You always smell like cloves.”

You turned towards him in his hold, pressing your face into his chest and inhaling there, as if to prove your point. It wasn’t just the smell of smoke that clung to him – the mix of his cologne and the scent of his body were there, too. So familiar to you that you could recall it even in dreams. You would recall it when you were six feet under. Sylus looked down at you. He pinched your waist with two fingers.

“You like the smell, though.”

Sylus had it backwards, you thought.

“I mean, it’s your smell. Of course I like it.”

Sylus’s arm around your waist squeezed you even tighter. It almost hurt.

You were in his home now. It had shocked you at first, with its over the top gothic decor and blackout curtains hanging from every window. Not a speck of light could make an unwanted entrance. Now, you were as used to it as your own apartment. Maybe even moreso. You preferred to be here, with him. You had opted to steal one of Sylus’s shirts to wear for lounging purposes. You had found it rummaging around in one of his many drawers, all of which you knew the contents of now. Sylus had wordlessly watched you pilfer through his belongings. The shirt came down to the tops of your thighs. Pants just weren’t a necessary affair, anymore.  You crawled into Sylus’s lap, and he accepted the intrusion, adjusting so that you could straddle his thighs. He draped a blanket around your back, tucking it in underneath your calves so it wouldn’t fall. You pressed your cold cheek against his neck. You could feel his pulse thrum there, against your face. It was always quick, it seemed. No matter what. Sylus adjusted your hips with his hands, slotting them further away from his own. 

His house had taken a turn for the warmer, these days. When you had first begun spending time together, it was always cold. Now, being against him was almost too warm. You spoke into his neck, the words coming out muffled against his skin.

“Whoever you end up dating is lucky. They’ll have their own personal space heater. I’m going to soak it up while I can.”

It was something you knew would happen eventually. Sylus was perpetually occupied with his work, and hadn’t taken a lover in the time you knew him – at least, that you were aware of. You supposed it was possible, but you didn’t think he had a good reason to hide such a thing from you. He was a man, after all. A good looking, successful one. It was only a matter of time. Your heart threatened to sink at the thought, but you dragged it back up, hauling it by a chain. You would be happy if he was happy. You really, really would. Time had helped you accept it.

Sylus snorted above you. His big hand was supporting you by the small of your back, warm and firm. He spoke in a near whisper, voice vibrating pleasantly through his throat against your cheek.

“You don’t have to worry about that.”

You looked up from his neck, peering into his face. You were so close, practically nose to nose. You could see the bags under his eyes. They darted around your face, red-hot like brands, before settling back on your own. 

“Why not? You haven’t dated the whole time we’ve known each other, right? Guy like you has to have options. You’re handsome as hell, good with your hands, capable…don’t tell me you don’t have options. Or that you haven’t thought about it. Or is there already a special someone that you’re keeping from me?”

You poked him in the chest, accusatorily. He picked up your hand, and pressed it against his jaw. You could feel his stubble, there. It was virtually invisible, between the hair being white and him somehow always being freshly shaven. His eyes slipped closed. Touching Sylus like this felt good. It was right. It was practically second nature to you, now. At first, his desire for platonic physical contact from you had surprised you – but these days, it was stranger when he wasn’t touching you in some way.

“I’m not keeping anyone from you. Keep praising me, though, and I might share what I focus my attention on instead of dating.”

You rolled your eyes at him, though he couldn’t see the movement. You already knew what he would say. Running Onychinus kept him occupied enough. He was married to his work – though he seemed to make time for you, anyway. It was good enough. Any time spent with Sylus was good enough. You scratched your nails over his stubble, and he leaned into the touch.

“Fine, keep your secrets. You know you can tell me anything though, right?”

“I do, my dove.”

Sylus rarely shared what he was feeling with you with words, in the beginning. He shared other things – thoughts on art, music, philosophy. He shared meals with you you couldn’t have even fathomed in your dreams. You had traveled more places with him on his dime than you could count. You gathered that opening his world to you was his way of connecting without the need for emotionally charged language. So you accepted him as he was, and he opened to you more and more. Now, his were the only words you hung on.

“Sy? Sylus. Please. Sylus!”

Your voice came to him through a haze of nerves reconnecting, blood vessels reattaching themselves in their rightful places under his skin, fragments of bone slotting themselves back together, one by one. The same puzzle, taken apart so many times in so many different ways, a brilliant pain so familiar. 

Sylus could feel his left arm – his dominant arm – knitting itself back into place. Nearly shorn from his body. Hardly a part of him. Above the pain, more important, your voice. Your hand, cupping his face, skin unusually warm from your exertion. Sylus focused on these feelings instead of the gnawing his flesh did to reconstruct itself into the shape of a man. His eyes slipped open. There was a reason he had this body, and it was hovering above him, cradling his face, cheeks wet with angry tears. He needed this body, for you. He willed it to recover more quickly.

“Why do you always do this? Do you think I’d prefer it to be you instead of me? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Sylus couldn’t control his face. Not when you were like this. So passionate, so stalwart in your loneliness and goodness. Your attention was fully on him when things were like this. The sweetest of blisses. When he was hurt, it was always like this. A smile slipped over his lips. Speaking disrupted the feeling of the alveoli in his lungs reinstating themselves, a shuddering breath racking him. But it didn’t matter, because your eyes were on him. With his good arm, he brushed hair that was stuck to your face from its wetness away from your cheek. The sensation had to have been uncomfortable on your skin. He only wanted you to feel pleasure in this life.

“How,”

He had to try again. Get it out this time.

“ – how many times have I told you to use my body?” 

Another breath. His left lung, freshly alive again. Now came the incessant twitching of the nerves as they made their reconnections. He could feel each individually, thousands. His fingers spasmed involuntarily, full of an empty static. Still useless, unable to hold you. You were opening your mouth to say something, but he stopped you with his right hand, a thumb over your lips. Admiring their softness. The water of your tears had wet them, entering from the edges of your mouth. There was so much he wanted to say. So much he couldn’t. He said the only thing he could.

“I’d prefer it be me.”

The residual protofield was finally beginning to dissipate, crackling with the last vestiges of raw energy. The healing process could have gone faster had he resonated with you – but that would have slipped his pain into you. You would have had to share in it, to walk on your hands and knees for miles in the mud, repenting, to see the desolation of his interior. The only thing that truly still lived inside him was you. His body had remade itself so many times he was hardly sure he could call it himself anymore. You were him, and he was you. You were holding his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers in his. Pleading, desperate. Your voice. The name you gave him; all that he was.

“Please resonate with me. Sylus. Please. Pleasepleaseplease…”

You trailed off, your voice raw. A  desperately warm light from your palm, threatening to enter him. Offering sanctity, ease. A respite. His body wanted to accept it. His own dark mists wanted to crawl out, embrace your glow. To consume it. You inside of him, him inside of you.  One, just like you used to be. It was already flowing into his wrist, down into his forearm – but no, he couldn’t. If he sank his teeth in now, he would never let go. You would know the truth. It was the only thing he couldn’t give you, no matter how much you asked. It was already yours, anyway.

Sylus sat up, though every nerve ending screamed in protest, still static and limp on his left side. He drew you in between his open thighs, your head against his chest. He hated that you sat in the dirt. You were meant to be high up above everything. You both were.

“Why won’t you let me help you? What are you trying to protect me from?”

Your voice was barely above a whisper. Sylus steadied the beating of his own heart underneath your ear. Hoping it would soothe you. The sound of a body undying, cursed by the one in his arms. He held you a little tighter.

“Pain.”

[wwooyology]

i NEEED something about jake’s thoughts on sleeping skin-to-skin

jake is eating me alive. p.s i hope you have a fantastic day🫶🏻

oh lord, vivian, you've had my mind on a spiral all day long, and I just know that jake would about take any chance he could get to sleep skin-to-skin for more than one reason.

because imagine it was finally the end of the day; you and Jake are finally home from work and can just relax and sleep. meaning you both were stripped down completely bare, you laying on his chest listening to his heartbeat while you mindlessly trace shapes along his toned stomach. it was all innocent touches really, but jake being well... jake gets turned on. the feeling of your nails lightly scraping against his skin and your leg shifting every so often, accidentally brushing his already semi-hard cock. it was driving him insane.

his hand that was resting right below your knee moved up your thigh, and before you could even utter a word, he flipped the two of you until you were lying flat underneath him. the soft glow of the moon illuminating your face.

"you drive me insane, baby." he whispers in your ear as he kisses down your jaw, along your jugular before stopping to nip at your collarbone, "so fucking insane." jake continues to leave warm, soft kisses all over your skin until you were whithering underneath him.

"jakey, please," you beg quietly, your fingers combing through his hair as he kisses your tummy.

"please, what, baby?" he hums against your skin, causing a small whine to leave your parted lips. you rolled your hips up, hoping that he would get the idea. "you want me to use my tongue? to eat this pretty pussy? hmm? Is that what you want, baby?" you nod your head frantically, and jake smirks, his face moving closer to your dripping core, blowing on it to watch your hole contract around nothing. the action pulled another whine from you, "say it, love."

"eat me out, jake, please." you begged, tears pricking in the corner of your eyes as you looked down to meet his, "please, jake- ahhh."

jake didn't give you a chance to finish your sentence before he dived right in, devouring your pussy like a starved man until you were cumming all over his face.

so yes, I am a firm believer that jake would absolutely love sleeping skin-to-skin. especially if it ends with you screaming his name so prettily while he devours you completely.

[teddybeartoji]

dazai and soft touches. his fingers are like feathers on your skin, ever so lightly brushing over the apple of your cheek as you ramble about your day. he's staring at you with a lovesick smile (one that would surely make kunikida vomit his heart out)(he is happy that dazai has you now though)(he just wishes he didn't have to see it).

he traces your freckles and birthmarks before pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. you're trying really hard to not show him how much of an effect he has on you but it's hard – you keep stumbling over your words and he thinks you're absolutely adorable.

whenever you have a bad headache, he makes you lay down on his lap. he tells you to close your eyes with a whisper and you do. he drags his slender fingers across your nose, massaging the skin so, so gently. he puts just a tad more pressure into the strokes as he moves down from between your furrowed brows. it works. he can see and feel you relax into him, your fingers loosening their grip on the hem of his sweater.

he then focuses solely on your brows. he pushes up and over them, quite literally smoothing away the pain. he listens to your soft breaths, he observes the way the corner of your lips twitch every once in a while. he loves it when you melt into him, when you allow yourself to relax in his hold. he takes pride in being able to make you feel better with the simplest touches.

ok but if we're talking about pre-relationship dazai... he's just a little more reserved. he's holding back. a lot. moving through a crowd, he doesn't hold your hand – he just links your fingers, or maybe even just your pinkies. and it somehow feels even more intimate than actually holding hands. neither of you comment on it though. he's holding onto you so gently, the tug is almost non-existent and it just feels right.

saw a post abt him fidgeting a lot and i haven't stopped thinking about it. he does it with yout hand, too. you're just standing in a line, waiting to order a cup of coffee when you suddenly feel him taking your smaller hand into his. you don't ask, only merely eyeing him quietly. he hums to himself as he holds it; he compares the sizes but his face doesn't change, doesn't show whether he liked the difference or not. he traces the lines on your palm and tries to count them all. he isn't startled when you take a step forward as the line moves up, he just steps alongside you without ever raising his eyes. you let him do his thing.

i also think he likes to twirl a strand of your hair between his fingers a lot. he seems to be doing this very mindlessly aswell. seems. he literally never says anything about it, he just does it.

ALSO!! seemingly random and accidental touches!!!! he hands you a cup of coffee and his fingers brush over yours, he swipes an eyelash from your cheek with a smile, he boops your nose as he teases you. and whenever he passes by you, his hands linger on your waist or on your lower back. he acts like all of these are not intentional, that they just happened but he knows exactly what he's doing. he's just a little touch starved, okay?? but he doesn't really know how to voice it yet:((((((((

[ghxstwrites]

Angel

Pairing: Idol! Seonghwa x Gn! Reader

Summary: You went to visit your dear boyfriend on tour only to figure out he had stepped a little out of his clothing comfort zone.

WC: 2k

AU: N/A

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Warning(s): SMUT! MDNI Swearing, Nipple Play, Nicknames  (pretty boy, baby, Hwa, Angel, My star), Oral (m receiving), Sub! Seonghwa, Dom! Reader

A/N: Thank you to my proofreader, @bunnliix !

Nets: @mirohs-aurora-society

Tag List: @bethelighthalazia @a---shura @potatomountain @kpop---scenarios (send me an ask if you'd like to be added!)

Kinktober & Flufftober Masterlist

It had been weeks since Seonghwa had left for tour and even though you guys had talked at every opportunity, you missed him. You missed the warmth he brought to bed with him every night, the way he’d hold you close as you slept. Something you found yourself missing was the soft touches of his hands in places you felt like you needed them most.

“Angel, what's on your mind?” He hummed. You’d zoned out in the middle of a video call with him and he caught you staring.

“There isn’t a thought behind those pretty eyes is there?” he chuckled softly as he ran a hand through his hair. 

“Sorry Hwa.. Just, I miss you..” you lull out as you try to avoid his gaze. 

“I miss you too, baby… Only a few more stops and I'm all yours” He smiles softly at you. 

You found yourself attempting to do the impossible, hide from Seonghwa. You had wanted to fly out to surprise him since he’d expressed missing you more than ever. You successfully landed in the states and with a little help from Hongjoong, you were able to score last minute seats, close enough to see him on the stage, but not enough for him to accidentally spot you in the crowd.

You’d stayed mostly out of the loop, on purpose, with tour fancams. You’d missed him too much and as much as you loved seeing him live his wildest dreams and were so incredibly happy to be by his side while he did it, you understood his stage persona. 

You’d stumbled upon a fancam one night while you were mindlessly scrolling through your phone. The fancam was of Seonghwa in a gorgeous purple suit, the jacket was open exposing a beautiful lace shirt and then you saw it - the harness. You sat straight up in bed and studied the outfit, the dance, the… everything, every move, the facial expressions. 

You’d seen Seonghwa without a shirt, you’d seen him dance and you’d seen his face in the most beautiful throes of pleasure, but seeing them combined? You felt almost faint, laying back against the bed you watched the fancam, over, and over, and over until you felt it being burned into your brain, each time you’d pressed your thighs a little harder together seeking some sort of relief or friction. 

You decided to not text Seonghwa, you both were getting adjusted to time zones, and you weren’t sure if he’d gone straight to bed, all that was on your mind was him and the lack of ability to be touched by him. 

You’d made your way to the floor, the concert was due to start any moment now and you fit right in with the Atinys singing their hearts out before the concert even started. The lights went down  and everyone let out their screams as the boys came out. They performed a wonderful show, holding off on the fancams were worth every second because every plot twist was even more shocking.

You took your eyes off the main stage for a moment as the crowd screamed, turning your attention to the center of the extended stage and you saw him. Seonghwa, drenched in sweat, in his infamous purple suit and you were locked in. Your eyes followed his every movement, the hip thrust upwards off the chair had you clenching around nothing, then you saw it. 

He walked around the chair like a hunter cornering his prey and his body glistened, where there was once a lace shirt, was now just that God Forsaken harness. The rest of the show, your eyes followed his every visible move and the way the clothing item hugged his upper torso.

You’d made your way backstage while the members headed to send off, as you made your way into Seonghwa’s dressing room, you sat on the couch awaiting your boyfriend. You stood up, a smirk plastered on your face as you heard the door handle rattle. The door opens revealing an exhausted Seonghwa as he steps into the room he looks up and spots you. 

“Angel…?” he speaks softly

“Surprise baby” you chuckle softly back at him, closing the distance between the two of you. 

As soon as you’re within arms length he reaches out and pulls you into a hug. “Angel, I've missed you so much” he whispers, hugging you tighter. You nestle your face into his neck, the ever faint smell of his cologne and musk lingering causing you to sigh warmly. He pulls back just enough to kiss you softly. 

His kiss grows desperate the longer he has you, his hands moving down to your backside, giving it a firm squeeze, earning a soft moan from you. He uses the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. Your arms snake around his neck  as he pulls you closer, getting lost in the taste of you. 

“Angel…” He breathes out, pulling back from the kiss. “I missed you so much.” He says as he looks in your eyes. 

You smirk softly as you stare back at him. “when were you going to tell me about your stage outfit baby?” you speak softly, pulling back to look at him. 

“Oh? Did you like it?.. the lace was getting bothersome.. decided to stop wearing it,” he chuckles. 

“We both know how sensitive you are Seonghwa.. unless something’s changed?” you lull out as you run your hands down his chest, pausing to lightly pinch his nipple between your thumb and forefinger, eliciting a gasp from him. 

‘Aww… are you still sensitive? I bet that leather rubbing against them made them sore, hm?” You tease as you smirk at your boyfriend as he stares back at you, his eyes starting to cloud with lust. 

“C'mon Hwa… use your words, want me to make it feel better? Or should I continue to tease you, like the slut you seem to enjoy being?” Something in him broke, the only response he could come up with was a pathetic whine, the noise traveling straight to your core. 

“On the couch baby… “ you speak softly as you point toward the leather couch. He spares no time in setting down and pulling you down to sit in his lap.  

“Easy baby,” you muse as you lean in, capturing his lips in a heated kiss. Seonghwa's fingers dig into your hips as your lips work against his. Your hands tangle in his long locks, Seonghwa’s hips stuttering up to meet yours drawing a soft moan from you both. “Angel, don't do this..please,’ he begs as he looks up at you with his round boba eyes, cock already straining against his pants. 

“I'm not doing anything…,” you coo at him with a soft smirk, ”Or is that the problem?” he stares back at you with a small pout on his lips 

“T-that one.. need my angel,” he whimpers. 

“Hm.. like this baby?” You rock your hips against him and he leans his head back against the couch as he groans, each movement of your hips he matches.

You take the opportunity to latch yourself onto his neck, sucking on his skin leaving blooming spots of pink and purple as melodies of pleasure fell from his lips, your hands sneaking down to find the hem of his shirt, slipping underneath as he writhed beneath you. “Can I take this off you, pretty boy?” you hummed against his skin causing goosebumps to prickle as you slid the shirt off him. He stared up at you with his round eyes, silently pleading. 

“Looks like I was right…” your thumb ghosts over Seonghwa’s nipple, causing him to wince, “Poor baby, must be fighting to keep it together on stage, yeah?” you pinch his nipple again causing a moan to fall from his lips. You climb off his lap, settling yourself between his legs as you meet his gaze. 

The look on Seonghwas face is pitiful, his plump lips in a pout and slightly red from him biting down on them and his eyebrows knitted together as he watches your every move. Wordlessly you lean in taking one of the pink buds in your mouth, rolling your tongue over it. Seonghwa hisses at your movements as he closes his eyes, drooping his head forward. “Angel.. W-what are you doing…” he pleads with you, each time your tongue flicks over the hardened bud it causes his dick to twitch. 

“Wanted to make you feel better,” you murmur as you place soft kisses across his chest, before taking the other nub in your mouth causing him to buck his hips up. Seonghwa reaches out, lacing his fingers through your hair causing you to look up at him through your lashes, his eyes searching yours. Just as he was about to speak, you bite at his nipple softly causing him to moan out. 

“Y/n.. please…If you keep doing that…” before he could finish you roll his other nipple between your fingers causing him to whine. 

“A-Angel… I’m so close…” He whimpers out as you pull back from him, sitting back on your knees as he cries out in protest.

“A-Angel why…” He cried out, “Please.. Please don’t… It hurts so bad.” He sobs out, tears welling in his eyes as he looks at you. The heat in your stomach only grew, this was a side of him you’d not quite seen before and the power it gave you felt like pure bliss. 

“What's the matter, baby?” you coo at him, slowly palming him through his pants, “Do you want me to help?” he frantically nods. 

“Please angel, I’ll do anything… J-just don’t leave me like this.” He pleads with you. 

You move to unbutton his pants, ever so slowly, freeing him and as the cold air hits his throbbing member he winces. The tip is bright red, already leaking. Your eyes clouded over in lust as you lean forward, licking a stripe up his dick finally taking the head in your mouth. 

You sat between his thighs, giving little kitten licks to the head while not moving, occasionally sucking on the sensitive tip as he cried out above you. 

Seonghwa had known about your oral fixation for a while now, he usually would let you suck on his fingers while he fucked you from behind in the dorm to keep you quiet, or you’d suck on his bottom lip when kisses would turn sloppy, but this? 

You broke him from his thought as you started to take more of him in your mouth, earning a hiss from him. You hold onto his thighs for support as you continue to bob up and down his length, setting a quick pace. 

“Fuck, that’s it angel,” He spits as his hands tangle in your hair “you always take me so well.” 

You pause at his tip again, paying attention to swirling your tongue around it, collecting more of the fluid seeping out before bobbing back down. 

You release his member with a soft pop, quickly replacing your mouth with your hand, looking up at him. “You’re doing so good for me, pretty boy… making such pretty noises for me,” you coo at him as you work your hand up and down his length. 

“Angel, so… so close please,” He cries out as he softly massages your scalp. “Don’t stop”

All you could do is smirk at him, lowering yourself back down on his length, speeding up your motions. Seonghwa threw his head back, letting out a guttural moan as his grip on your hair tightened.

“A-Angel, slow down, I-I’m not gonna -” 

His entire body shudders, white ribbons coat the inside of your mouth, flowing down your throat as his release hits him. His grip on your hair loosens as he comes down from his high, as you sit back and look up at him, showing off his release in your mouth, before shutting your mouth again and swallowing it as you maintain eye contact with him, before his head falls back against the couch again.

You stand back up, leaning forward to place a soft kiss to his forehead causing him to look up at you with a soft smile. You reach out to cup his face, running your thumb over his cheek as you return his smile, as you move to curl up next to him on the couch. You lay your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as you soak in the feeling of being next to your love once again.

“I missed you so much, Hwa.”

“I missed you too, Angel.”