#or if you accidentally just like touch him mindlessly

[ryescapades]

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characters: sakura haruka x gn!reader content: fluff a/n: methinks he doesn’t like to ask for it but he lowkey really enjoys listening to you talk so pls do yap to him abt wtv (he might start tweaking if u don’t) ≈ 800 wc

It’s peaceful, blissfully cold, and you’re soundly sleeping when you start to notice two things; something is vibrating, and it’s in the middle of the night.

Well, you assume it’s in the middle of the night since it’s still dark out and no trace of daylight is present at the moment. Not like you can think of anything else either, since you had just been woken up by the former of those aforementioned details.

Groggily and very much grumpily, your hand blindly searches for the source of the vibrating object which you had felt somewhere on the back of your thigh. Snippets of last night appear in your foggy mind, a small reminder of how you had accidentally fallen asleep while mindlessly scrolling through your phone before bed.

Finally managing to get the device in your hand, a low curse escapes from you as the beaming screen blinds your bleary eyes.

‘sakura <3’, the name on the screen reads.

Your eyebrows furrow, confusion evident on your face but you slide a thumb across the screen to answer the call anyway. “Sakura…?”

Across the static line between you two, Sakura closes his eyes as he relishes in the sound of your voice, albeit a little raspy from sleep. Too lost in the familiarity of it, he almost forgets that he hasn’t replied yet.

“Ah - hey...” he greets, slightly embarrassed that he doesn’t have anything thought up to say.

Sakura is by no means a frequent caller nor a texter— heck, he barely even touches the damn device he’s holding in his hand right now. But it’s past midnight. His body is tired, his mind can hardly keep up with how much he’s been thinking of you, and the next thing he knows, his fingers were already pulling up the number to your contact.

You’re no different than him, of course. Even in your sleepy haze, you can’t stop the onslaught of fluttering butterflies in your stomach just as his voice enters your ears, which unknowingly elicits a sigh from you, quiet and dreamy.

“Is everything alright? You never really contacted me unless it’s something important,” you ask worriedly, turning in bed as you try to get comfortable again under your blanket.

“’m fine, nothin’s wrong.”

“Oh, okay…” You trail off, unsure. “Uhm, is there anything you wanted to talk about?”

From where he’s sitting on the lone mattress in his home, blankets haphazardly tossed aside, Sakura taps his index finger repeatedly out of nervous tension. He feels stupid now; stupidly guilty that he had woken you up from your much needed slumber for - what?

What was he planning to say anyway? That this measly phone call was done out of pure impulse? That he had been kept awake all night because the only way he could fall asleep is when you’re there beside him? And that he’s been missing you all day?

He almost punched himself at how humiliatingly needy and deprived that sounds.

“No,” he opts instead, clenching his teeth as he reminds himself to ask any of his seniors for some good beating sparring tomorrow. Kaji, or Hiragi, preferably. Maybe then he could get this idiocy and cringiness punched out of him.

The line goes silent for a few moments. “Then why are you—” Your eyebrows furrow before realization sets in, a soft smile growing on your face. Blankets pulled up to your chin, you lay on your side as you let your phone get sandwiched between your cheek and the pillow.

“Actually, you wanna know what happened earlier today?”

Your boyfriend perks up at that, silvery and golden orbs gleaming in the dark room. He hums in affirmation, and that’s all you need before you start telling him about your day; all the littlest and most random things you found, all the people you’ve met, everything and nothing. Your voice, mellow and soothing, courses through him like a wave gently lapping up the shore, harmonious in its ebbing tide.

Aside from the few replies of acknowledgment, Sakura listens, listens and just listens. He’s carving a special place for your voice at the very front of his mind. Every rise and drop, every lilted word he could get. Like an anchor deep in the bottom of the sea, you ground him from drifting away to that bottomless pit he was once in back then.

It’s not until you stop talking for a second that he realizes he’s been focusing too much on the sound instead of comprehending what you’ve been saying, and you immediately catch on to that. You gently call out to him, and Sakura has to hold in the urge to shy away into the collar of his shirt from how affectionate and nice his name sounds on your lips.

“Sakura?”

“W-what?” He flushes red, though he’s glad that you’re not there to see it.

You bite down on your bottom lip, lightly chuckling in endearment. “Nothing, I just…”

A beat of silence passes.

“I love you, yeah?”

Yup, Sakura is a goner now (if not already).

told yall i’m a sakura girlie heh (< said the person who wrote for some other guy first before her top fave)

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[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.

[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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[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

[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.

[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.”

[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.”

[sgojoenthusiast]

ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ KINKTOBER 2023 ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

➸ DAY THREE: BREAK-IN. ✧.* toji fushiguro x reader

summary: During yet another fight with your boyfriend, you hear strange noises coming within your new apartment - but don't worry, it's just toji fushiguro breaking and entering to steal your things and fuck your brains out.

cw: fem reader, breaking in, mentions of a toxic relationship, cheating, your boyfriend's a dickhead who cheated first, that doesn't mean i condone cheating tho, mirror sex, fingering, p in v, perv toji, he steals ur underwear, age gap, reader is like early twenties and toji is late thirties, 'slut', 'princess', 'sweetheart', toji takes a video of you and sends it to your boyfriend, i might have forgotten something so please let me know.

word count: 4.9k likes, comments and reposts are deeply appreciated! <3 enjoy. masterlist

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You lay in the bed of your new apartment in nothing but your boyfriend’s shirt as you texted mindlessly on your phone, not paying any attention to whatever was going on around you but, why would that matter? You were in the comforts of your own apartment and your own room, right? Wrong.

If you hadn’t been paying attention to your boyfriend starting, yet another, argument over text, you might have heard the rustling of items behind your walls.

In your defence, there was a lack of movement or footsteps to be heard. The way Toji moved was inaudibly and stealthily, looking for anything that may be of a rich value.

Unfortunately for him, you had just moved in, so most of your belongings were in boxes, making it significantly harder for him to silently rummage through.

Toji wandered about your apartment purposefully, stumbling upon a framed picture of you and your boyfriend. On one hand, you were smiling gleefully, looking at your boyfriend as though he had galaxies packed away in his eyes. On the other, however, he was looking away, an expression of boredom painted on his face.

Toji couldn’t help but scoff, if he had pulled someone as hot as you, he’d be the one taking the pictures and having them be the first pieces of decor he hung in his apartment, smiling genuinely and showing you off proudly.

Stupidly, he had the amazing idea of knocking the picture frame off the mantle it stood on and ‘accidentally’ stamping on it. Truthfully, he had zero reason to do that. The only things he knew about you was what he had found out pre-breaking into your home, you could’ve been the misery of your relationship causing your boyfriend to appear so unhappy.

Yet, from the way your eyes sparkled to innocently and full of a need to prove yourself, he could immediately tell that wasn’t the truth.

Upon hearing your confused footsteps reaching your bedroom door, Toji panicked and darted for your bathroom.

Dumb thing. He thought. Who in their right mind’s first instinct when they hear a possible intruder is to step outside to check it out, completely defenceless, and without bringing your phone?

You looked around your apartment warily, creaking your door open a touch aiming to see if anyone was outside. “Hello?”

No reply.

Noticing the fallen picture frame, you sighed, walking out to put it back in its place before heading back to your room with relief painted on your face.

Toji let out a breath of ease, relaxing after hearing your door slam shut but not taking any chances of leaving the bathroom so soon. 

Looking around, he noticed your washing basket and smirked. A pair of lacy, pink panties sat at the top of the pile, practically begging for him to shove them into his pocket - and who was he to refuse? His dick twitched in his pants, yet he paid no attention as he pressed his ear against the door aiming to hear whether you were still out there.

Once he was positive that you were back in your room, he grabbed his bag and gently pushed the door open.

It was strange, he’d only ever seen a dull picture that depicted your sad relationship of you, yet he couldn’t get the image of you out of his mind, specifically, the image of you bouncing on his cock endlessly and wrapping your lips around his dick. He’d hardly heard your voice, yet he could hear your moans so perfectly. He was perfectly able to picture your body in such lewd, shameless positions even though you had no idea he existed.

Toji was a man driven by two things, his heart which yearned for wealth and fortune, and his dick which yearned for women like you.

He tried to push away his disgusting thoughts, yet they were overwhelming. He scolded himself mentally, who fantasises over a woman they’ve never locked eyes with? Toji felt truly pathetic. 

Over in your room, you sniffled painfully, reading the recent messages from your boyfriend, who was blaming you for the fact that he had cheated. Despite this, you were still wasting all your effort apologising. Eventually, he would want you back, once he was bored with the girl he had cheated with, however, you still cared for him nevertheless. 

Your throat was tired from all the crying, so you decided to exhaustively move out of bed to grab a drink, your feet were light on the floor, hardly making a sound - and hardly warning Toji of your upcoming presence.

By the time he had realised you were coming, your door was half way coming and you had already caught a glimpse of his broad, noticeable figure. 

When Toji’s cold eyes met your fearful ones, his heart began to pound with swarms of different emotions. Firstly, he felt annoyed with himself for not noticing that you were coming until it was too late. He also felt nervous that he had fucked up the robbery, yet confident that he could twist himself out of the situation he had put himself in. 

Yet, there was another part of him that caused his heart to stop, not with annoyance or nervousness, but with an infatuation with the fearful look in your teared up eyes. An obsession with the way your thighs looked from peeking out under your shirt. He couldn’t take his eyes off you - you looked so much better than the photo on the mantle. 

You were frozen in your space. Your mind was flooded with questions. How didn’t you hear him? How long has he been here for? Did he knock the photograph down? Why couldn’t you take your traitorous eyes off his body which looked as though it had been sculpted by gods? Why on Earth was there that familiar ache in between your legs when you looked at him? 

Realistically, the best thing to do in this scenario when you’re defenceless facing a man who could, most likely, take you out with only a finger, would be to scream. However, your throat had gone even more dry than before and you felt like you couldn’t use your voice - even if you wanted to.

Of course you wanted to, a man had just broken into your apartment and was carrying a bag full of what was probably your stuff, judging by the open boxes you were certain you had taped shut. Also, even despite your initial lustful thoughts, you were committed to your boyfriend 

Your boyfriend who hadn’t picked up his phone in a while, even though you were mid-trying to sort things out between the two of you and salvage whatever was left of your relationship, probably because he was having sex with the same woman you were arguing about. 

Both of you just stared at each other for a while, trying to find words.

You were the first to speak up. “You need to leave, my boyfriend will be here soon and I swear to god he’ll beat the shit out of you.” You attempted to intimidate.

Toji only tilted his head at you with a false look of comfort etched onto his features as he concealed his smile at how cute you were when you were trying to scare him off. “Hm, you’re boyfriend, huh?” He started making his way over to you at a leisurely pace. “He got nothin’ to do with how puffy your eyes look? Or why you’ve spent the entire time I’ve been here cryin’?”

His bold, yet truthful, assumptions startled you, and caused some sort of realisation to stir inside your mind. Now, you didn’t want to think negatively of your boyfriend. He used to be so sweet until his kind words turned bitter and his cute jealousy turned controlling and hypocritical, considering he’d sleep with whoever’s eyes would linger.

“I’m not gonna hurt you, princess, not like this so-called boyfriend of yours.”

Trying to keep your composure was the last thing on your mind. “You don’t know anything about me and my boyfriend, and don’t call me that.” You snapped at him, trying to defend your horrible excuse of a boyfriend, even if his words provided you with a sense of disturbing comfort. Toji only laughed and rolled his eyes. 

Testing his luck, he got closer and closer to you. “You’re right, I don’t. All I do know, is that if i was your boyfriend, I wouldn’t leave you alone in a new apartment in this shithole of a city to spend your entire night crying whilst ‘m off fuckin’ some other girl. I mean, that’s what he’s doing, right? Haven’t heard your phone go off in a while.”

You realised that this current moment, where a potentially dangerous man was standing in front of you ready to possibly kill you at any moment, was probably not an appropriate time to rethink every moment you ever spent with your boyfriend and to contemplate whether waiting for him to reply was the best thing for you. However, when even a potentially dangerous man can recognise the present toxicity of your relationship, it’s difficult not to. 

Even so, you couldn’t let your vulnerability slip through any cracks. Now, you were quite certain he wasn’t going to hurt you. In a strange way, he made you feel protected and that scared you slightly. Yet, the way he spoke to you, it gave you a sense of security you had never felt with your boyfriend.

“I’m not gonna hurt you, princess, not like this so-called boyfriend of yours.”

Truly, you believed him. Perhaps that's why you let your guard down.

“If you were my boyfriend, hm?” You tilted your head up at him, a seemingly innocent smile playing on your lips. “You don’t even know me, yet you’re already fantasising about being my boyfriend. Plus, I don’t even know your name.” 

This surprised Toji, though, he wasn’t going to deny that your newfound confidence was incredibly alluring. He took a couple more steps towards you without even knowing, like he was already caught in your trap. However, he already understood that he was addicted to you without even a single taste.

Toji replied with a curt, cold laugh. “It’s Toji, and you’re talking a lot for a woman who’s flirting with a criminal yet doesn’t even have the guts to break-up with her boyfriend.”

Neither of you had realised the close proximity between your bodies until the final syllable fell from Toji’s lips. You felt suffocated, yet not trapped. You couldn’t find your breath but in this moment, it was the last thing you needed when his lips were right there.

“Yet here you are, breaking into my house, clearly desperate to fuck me, and getting so pissed off at the sight of my boyfriend you broke the picture of us.” You deduced. “That is what happened, right?”

His lips twitched but the rest of his face remained stoic, refusing to portray any hidden emotion he was feeling.

“You’re just a pervy old man desperate for some pussy. The sight of me smiling with my boyfriend pissed you off that much, hm? And yet, I’m the slut flirting with a criminal.” 

Toji had you up against the wall in a matter of seconds, his hand wrapped around your throat, not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to send the right signals.

“You proud of yourself, princess? Yeah? You enjoy riling me up, tryna get a reaction out of me?” Your lips were parted in a silent moan before they morphed into a victorious smirk. Toji barked out a humourless laugh. “Of course you do, this is the reaction you wanted, wasn’t it. You’re a fuckin’ slut princess, a bratty little girl begging to be put in her place. Now, you listen to me, okay? Go and wait for me in your room. You take off that shirt as well, alright?”

His grip on you loosened and he took a few short paces back. You nodded, and his sharp eyes followed you as you walked into your room and waited for him patiently, sitting on the edge of your bed.

Toji’s mind was plagued with second thoughts.

On one hand, he knew he had to fuck you the moment he saw you. He was plagued with infatuation and lewd thoughts of all the positions he’d see you in. On the other, this was not what he came here to do. It benefitted him little to fuck you mid-robbery instead of doing what he came here to do and making money off it. 

Pacing around your apartment, it took him no more than ten seconds to shove those thoughts away, knowing that you were waiting patiently for him in nothing but your underwear. He scolded himself mentally for getting distracted, dragging a hand frustratedly down his face, before opening your door and leaning against the doorframe. He smirked, taking your figure in and ran his tongue across his lips before beginning to make his way up to you.

You were sitting on the edge of your bed, your legs pressed together tightly due to the guilt swarming your entire body. You had a boyfriend, what were you doing sat half-naked in front of a man who had just broken into your house.

Toji walked up to you, his footsteps suddenly audible and heavy on your ears. The sound was intimidating, you felt like you couldn’t breathe in the moments that he was walking up to you. Each time the sound of his boots hit the ground, you heard the sound of shouting at you to get out and beg for your boyfriend’s forgiveness for even thinking of committing such a sinful act.

…Yet, your boyfriend had never made the feeling in between your legs so intense. And Toji knew this. 

“Your boyfriend don’t make you feel good enough, sweetheart? You gotta fuck a stranger who broke into your house instead?” He cooed, in a wicked and cunning way, like he tried to sound gentle, yet you could only hear the disgusting and lustful thoughts that were rotting his mind.

Nevertheless, you shook your head. You had admitted to the man that broke into your home that your boyfriend can’t even make you come. Feeling disgusted with yourself, you lowered your head in shame.

Disappointed, Toji tutted in disapproval, taking his index finger and placing it under your chin, raising your head to meet his displeased eyes.

“You keep your eyes on mine. You got that, sweetheart?” He chastised. His thumb parted your lips and he slipped it into your mouth, you complied, sucking gently as you nodded at his request, staring up at him with wide, lust-filled eyes.

Toji couldn’t believe his luck. How on Earth had he managed to conveniently break into your house? The moment his eyes met yours, his entire life, everything he had worked hard for, everything he cared about suddenly meant nothing. And now, as he watched you take his thumb into your mouth and sucked it whilst keeping eye contact, just like he had asked, he felt this obsession of his magnify by hundreds. He had no clue how he’d ever move on after this - but maybe he didn’t have to.

Just the thought of your (future) ex-boyfriend fumbling so hard made him want to laugh but also kill him for breaking your precious heart. Yet, there was no need to worry, as Toji was here to stitch it back up again and keep it for himself. How could someone be so stupid as to fuck up their chance with you? It confused him, pissed him off, yet excited him all at the same time.

Moving away from you, Toji went to sit in front of your headboard. He signalled for you to come over to him, to which you obeyed with little hesitation.

That's when Toji noticed the conveniently placed mirror in front of your bed. His reflection stared back at him, watching the smirk that invaded his face.

For the most part, your room was bland and messy, having just moved in. Toji couldn’t have thanked you enough for having put up your mirror right in time for him to fuck the life out of you infront of it.

“You put that shit there on purpose? Wanted to watch me fuck ya brains out, princess?” He questioned.

You were on all fours in front of him, one of your soft, smaller hands placed gently over his muscled thigh. Looking up at him, you smirked. You sat up so that you were now on your knees before shrugging at him with the sole purpose of winding him up. He rolled his eyes at you for what felt the one millionth time that night, yet that didn’t stop the genuine smile taking over his features.

He flipped you over with ease, so that you were sitting in between his legs and staring at him through the reflection of the mirror. 

Biting your bottom lip, Toji looked at you with eyes devoid of any signs of warmth or amiability, and yet all you could think to do was press your thighs together.

Toji began to kiss down your neck and towards your shoulder, before he got to the strap of your bra. “I don’t think we need this, do we princess?”

A soft moan fell from your lips at the feeling of his voice mumbling against your skin. His hand began to trail further down your body, and as he reached the hem of your panties, he snapped the fabric against your hip. “Or these.” He continued with that same, low voice that reverberated through your skin and sent your mind into a questionable, clouded state. You shook your head in agreement, and lifted your hips up to assist him as he took them off you, tossing them to the side before proceeding to do the same with your bra.

Neither of you wanted to wait any longer, both of you just as desperate as the other to feel one another.  “Can I touch you, princess?” He asked, though he could feel himself shaking from holding back. 

You could only spew out a mixture of yeses and his name whilst you nodded profusely, desperate for him to please you. And who was he to deny you? Not even a man with more dignity, respect and self restraint than him could say no to someone like you. 

Spreading your legs apart, he muttered lowly, “Fuck, princess, look at this pussy, all wet f’me.” You could see him smirking in the reflection of the mirror. Toji released his hold on your legs and grabbed your arms instead, replacing where his hands were previously with your own. “You keep your legs up and spread for me, okay? If they close, I won't be happy, sweetheart. You got that?”

You nodded, keeping your hands on the back of your legs, keeping them open for him. One of his hands snaked around and held onto yours, in order to make sure you didn’t close them. The other, however, ran up and down the fat of your thigh.

It moved across your stomach and past your breasts at a slow, torturous pace. Your pussy was aching and begging for him, for any kind of stimulation yet he carried on with a sinister smirk. Once he had reached your face, he cradled it gently, causing you to look up at him. He captured your lips into a slow kiss, used only as a distraction as the hand over yours moved towards your pussy before he broke away and dipped a harsh finger into your hole. You gasped at the unexpected sensation, so he took the opportunity to shove two of his thick fingers into your mouth.

Gagging slightly at the penetration, you looked up at him with blurry eyes. Your tongue moved around his fingers causing his dick to twitch in his pants. His face morphed into one of fascination and obsession. He couldn’t believe you were letting him fuck you and he’d be damned if he was going to let you go.

Removing his fingers from both your mouth and your pussy, he took the saliva coated fingers and ran them through your, already soaking cunt. You let out an alluring moan as your hips bucked up into his fingers. His other hand, went back to its previous position of helping you keep your legs spread open and up for him.

His fingers dragged through your folds and lightly grazed over your clit resulting in a whimper falling from your lips. “Please put them in.” You asked, voice shaky and whining, not far above a whisper.

“Well, seeing as though you asked so nicely, princess.” The tone of his voice was dripping with sarcasm and laced with mischief.

At once, he shoved two fingers deep inside your aching hole. The unexpectancy of him putting two in caused you to attempt to close your legs whilst you thrashed in his hold, moaning pathetically when he began to pump them slowly. 

Taking his spare hand, he slapped your thigh harshly. “The fuck did I tell ya about closing your fucking legs, princess?” 

Opening out your legs again, muttering a weak apology, Toji decided that he could no longer trust you to keep them open. Using both of his arms, he kept your legs spread as his fingers were still knuckle-deep inside of your hole. 

Now, when you stared up into the mirror, you could see both of Toji’s arms separating your legs from ever touching as one of his hands was preoccupied with bullying your hole and the other was toying with your clit. “Much better, ain’t it princess?” he laughed, his hands relentlessly bringing you closer to your orgasm. “Now, keep these pretty little eyes right on where I'm playing with ya cunt, understand? If you disappoint me again, I won’t be as nice.”

“Mkay Toji, I promise.” Your eyes stared into his, watching his scarred lip curl into a satisfied smile.

“Good girl, now let me play with this slutty pussy of yours.”

He began to kiss down your neck, yet his wicked eyes never left yours. Not even as he began sucking bruises onto your skin, claiming you as his own.

His fingers thrust themselves into you at a relentless pace, desperate to pull your orgasm from you and to make you feel the way he felt from just looking at you.

You couldn’t stop moaning in his hold. The feeling of his thick, long fingers plunging in and out of your aching cunt, reaching places you hadn’t ever been able to reach on your own, sent you spiralling, unable to think about anything other than his quick and skilled fingers hitting your sweet spot over and over again.

Toji was in a trance as he watched his fingers pump into you and he wanted nothing more than to watch you cum on his fingers. 

His speed was unforgiving and otherworldly. Never had you felt so full and pleasured just from someone’s fingers, but then again, you had only ever been with your boyfriend who couldn’t even make you come with his dick.

Everything was too much. His thumb on your clit sending sparks through your entire body, his fingers thrusting deep inside of you, the sight of your pussy dripping and his strong arms between your legs in the reflection of the mirror. You couldn’t focus or breathe. It felt so amazing.

Soon, you were coming all over his fingers, your hips lifting in the air as you bucked up into his hand whilst you dripped over your sheets and his hand. You were ninety percent sure you’d never be able to go back to any other man or just your own hand after having a taste of his.

All guilt and regret left your body as you moaned and writhed in his grip.

Toji cursed as he watched your face contort with pleasure and your pussy clench around his fingers. If his cock wasn’t aching to be freed, he was positive he’d finger you like that for the rest of the night.

You collapsed, exhausted, in his arms. As you tried to catch your breath, Toji brought his own fingers to his lips and groaned as he tasted you. “Fuck, princess, I’m gonna have to eat ya out another time, cause fuck do you taste good, but I really need to fuck you right now.”

You laughed, still breathless. “You planning on coming back then?”

“Sweetheart, I don’t plan on leaving you for a moment. You’re mine now, you got that princess?”

Before you could answer, he captures your lips in a kiss, but judging from the approving moan you let out against his lips, you had no issue with being his.

Toji grabbed your hips and lifted you over his lap so that you were now straddling him. 

Quickly, you removed his shirt and he was fast to take off his pants as well so that he sat underneath you as naked and vulnerable as you were.

Your eyes couldn’t remove themselves from his dick. It was so incredibly long, veiny and thick. The biggest you had ever seen. You were nervous to have him inside of you, but any fear was overshadowed by the immense desire to have him fuck you.

Despite you being on top, Toji had every bit of control. His hands were strong as they gripped securely onto your hips, grinding you against the tip of his dick. You whimpered slightly as your clit grazed his tip, still slightly overstimulated from your previous orgasm. However, this didn’t stop him from shoving his tip inside, causing you to whine slightly and moan out his name.

Slowly, he began to sheath his entire dick inside of you. Your hands reached for his hair and tugged gently. 

Once he was fully inside of you, he wasted no time in picking up the pace until he was bouncing on his cock at an unbearable speed. 

You felt completely fucked dumb as he bounced you up and down on his dick, your head unable to support itself so you buried it in his shoulder. Your moans and words were fragmented yet loud, unable to keep up with his pace.

Unexpectedly, your phone began to go off, and you both immediately knew who it was. Toji had stopped pummeling his cock in and out of you, causing you to push yourself up to look him in the eye.

“Jus’ ignore it, Toji. I don’t care ‘bout him anymore, just want your dick, please-”

Without warning, Toji flipped you both over. Now, you were underneath him with your leg propped up and his dick back inside of you. His entire demeanour had shifted, as though he had something more to prove despite having said it all already.

Grabbing your phone, he forced you to open it. He was still as he read the messages your soon-to-be ex was sending. His tongue rolled over his teeth in frustration and annoyance, before suddenly he opened up your camera and began to plunge his dick into you at a seemingly faster speed than before with your camera pointed at where his dick met your pussy.

He was only recording for a few seconds before he hit send, silenced your phone and shoved it back onto your bedside table.

You were too fucked-out to argue even if you wanted to. A small fraction of you felt some sort of satisfaction knowing you had gotten your revenge.

The other part of you was simply too focused on the feeling of his dick hitting that same spot within you relentlessly. 

Your leg was thrown over his shoulder, allowing him to bury himself far deeper than before. “Sh-shit! You feel tha, sweetheart? Feel me all deep inside of you, hm?”

You could barely form a coherent response other than a loud whine followed by: “So fuckin deep, Toji!”

His hair was sticking to his forehead as he stared at you through half lidded eyes. He adored this expression on your face and he adored the fact that he was the one causing it even more, so much so, that he was so close to falling off the edge.

“Gonna cum, princess.”

All it took was the feeling of you coming around his cock, your tight pussy squeezing him even tighter, sucking him in and reluctant to let him go, for him to pull out and finish over your chest, covering you in his cum.

This time, it was his phone that he grabbed from his trouser pockets from the side of your bed that he snapped a photo with, before he collapsed next to you.

Both of you were heaving, struggling to find your breaths.

Strenuously, you reached over to grab your phone from the bedside table.

23 new messages.

You looked over at Toji, exasperated. “You just had to send him a video, didn’t you.”

Typing a quick I don’t want to be with you anymore message before hitting the block button, you dropped your phone somewhere carelessly before turning to face his smug expression.

“If it wasn’t for me, he’d be the one fuckin’ you right now, princess, so I think a ‘thank you’ is in order.”

Laughing, you replied. “If it wasn’t for you breaking into my apartment, you mean. Oh, and by the way, I want my stuff back. Including my underwear that I saw in your pocket.”

For the first time, Toji’s face showed an expression that wasn’t cold and disdainful as he laughed at your remark.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

a/n: this shit is almost 5k omg and i dont even like toji. toji hater until the day i die however i'd pay to suck him off.

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[whiskehorange]

How the Slashers Would Treat Your Stuffed Animals

literally pissing and crying writing this right neow.

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Michael

Stabs them repeatedly when youre not home until theyre nothing but a shredded mess like an untrained dog and when you confront him he denies it like you've accused him of murder.

Wait-

Jason

Kisses each one on the forehead goodnight like he's going to be deployed in the morning. Comes home the next day with glass display cases for you to put your favorites/ most valuable in. Even buys them personalized stickers and trinkets to but in and on their box like he's assigned them their own personalities.

Freddy

Punches each and every one of them in the face as hard as he can like they all own him a grand each right in front of you, laughing until he violently shit himself while you scream at him to leave them alone.

Bubba

Gives each one their own day to help/follow him around the farm (carrying them around in one arm or aggressively stuffing them down his pants when he needs to use both hands) while actively getting them dirty with blood, dirt, and shit or tearing them in the process of being so unintentionally violent.

Thomas

Gives them dirty looks when they touch his stuff but actively grows very fond of them and shares all of the family drama and tea with them when they are alone. The dirty looks shift to you when you walk in on a heated tea spill session.

Brahms

Steals them from you.

Humps them.

Cries and denies taking them if you find them before he's able to "sneakily" put them back where he got them.

Billy

Refuses to acknowledge them and absolutely refuses to touch them, but buys you more and more whenever he's out by himself. When you leave the room he apologizes for ignoring them all day and adds the new friend to your collection. Has to turn them away when the two of you do the dirty.

Stu

Gives them all government first, middle, and last names and doesn't forget them either. Also constantly buy you new ones whenever he sees them and issues them names, social security numbers, and jobs before he even gives them to you. Makes them beef with each other.

Norman

Dresses up and has tea parties with them. When your not home. Writes and prints hand made name tags, name plates, bibs, and beautifully crafted invitations with their own messages for all of them. Spends hours making real treats for said parties.

Hannibal

Quietly passive aggressively threatens each of them that if hey even think about getting closer to you that he'll destuff them and use their skin as pillow covers, and will do so in front of the others. Insists that he loves them when you ask, shooting them dirty looks after you've turned around.

Bo

Crop-dusts them if you keep them waist level and will even grab them and purposely rip the fattest, wettest, most gut wrenching, stomach rumbling, room clearing, radioactive, leg lifting fart you've ever heard right in their face and throw it at you, flipping you off as he walks away.

Vincent

Makes them all their own little wax sculpture the same color as their fur and keeps them on a shelf above where you keep yours. Still doesn't have the heart to tell you that he stole one from you once to sculpt and accidentally dropped it in a vat of wax and had to dump the whole basin because it was ruined. Claims you must have just misplaced it.

Lester

Makes you homemade, roadkill fur stuffed abominations that smell like the wettest of shit and will set them right next to yours on your bed/shelf. Can never remember the names of your stuffed ones and called them something not even close to what they are, thinking he's 100% right. Pets them unconsciously if he's standing next to them and just mindlessly talking.

[achilles-rage]

thinking about being roommates with buck 1.0 (like season one, no abby). he'd be so desperate to have his pretty roommate/best friend<33

he’s always been flirty, you’ve never known him to be any different. and he always wants to be around you, you’re best friends, after all.

you learned very quickly that his love language is physical touch; always insisting on lying his head on your thick thighs when you have a movie night, and he has practically no shame; not even bothering to leave your room when you tell him you’re about to change. he’s still just lounging on your bed, eyes glued to you. sometimes, when he wraps his arms around your plush middle, his hands linger a little too long on your hips when he pulls away. 

and there was that one time where you almost kissed when he came home drunk, but surely that didn’t mean anything. you think.

you know how often he hooks up with random girls, and you assume he’s just the type of person to flirt with everyone. like, has he tried to jokingly get you into his bed? sure. but that doesn’t mean anything. you’re his best friend and roommate, nothing more.

that’s why you think nothing of it when he begs to sit in the bathroom with you while you shower. he says he wants to hang out with you, he just wants to keep you company while you’re in there. and besides, you were in the middle of a conversation, and now, you can continue it.

you decline at first with a laugh, but he practically begs you, and you finally agree, making him promise to close his eyes if you tell him to.

he sits on the toilet lid as you shower, mindlessly talking to you about his day, but mostly focused on resisting the urge to pull back the shower curtain and get in with you. he imagines your body all sudsed up; how you would run your hands up and down your body as you wash yourself. it makes his pants tighten, although he tries to ignore it. he’ll get you to cave sooner or later, he has to, for his own good. he thinks he’ll lose his mind if he has to wait much longer.

he nearly groans when he hears the breathy exhale escape your lips as the water heats up just a little more, bordering between painful and the perfect temperature to relax your aching muscles.

you stop talking to wash your face; not wanting to get soap in your mouth, and buck takes the time to imagine what he would do if you would just let him do everything he wants to do to you. as much as he wants to fuck you against the wall of the shower, he wants you laid out under him more; sprawled out on his sheets and moaning his name as he pounds into you. he resists the urge to palm his aching cock through his sweatpants; knowing how that would look if you were to peek your head out or if he were to let out an accidental moan.

when you’re finally done in the shower, you tell him to close his eyes, and he obliges, turning away from the shower and closing his eyes. he listens as you dry yourself off, like if he listens close enough, he’ll be able to picture exactly how you look. 

when you make a joke as you dry off, he laughs and instinctively opens his eyes. his eyes widen and the laugh dies on his tongue when he sees your damp body in the reflection of the mirror. he feels bad; you’re completely unaware of how perfectly the mirror is angled, and that his eyes are now taking in every inch of your body; trying to map and memorize every freckle and stretch mark, every dip and curve.

he watches you dry off your tits, and he has to bite down hard on his bottom lip to fight back a groan, and when you move down to your tummy, and then your thick thighs, a strangled groan leaves his throat. he looks down immediately, just barely missing your eyes as you look over at his back.

“You okay?” you ask softly, and he nods quickly as he clears his throat.

“all good. definitely good.” he replies as he pictures your naked body again, just hoping and wishing that he could pull you close and run his hands, and his lips, and his tongue over every inch of your plush body.

little does he know that you saw him staring at you in the mirror; he was so focused on your torso that he didn’t even process that your gaze had travelled across the bathroom and landed on the mirror.

he swears his heart almost stops when you move to stand in front of him with your towel wrapped around you.

“whatcha looking at?” you ask in a teasing tone, and he finally looks away from the floor and looks up into your eyes with a dark blush and a nervous expression.

“nothing.” he replies in a quiet voice. he knows that if it was literally anyone else, he’d already have you pinned against the wall with his lips on your neck, but it’s you. he doesn’t want to ruin the friendship, and he most definitely doesn’t want to make your living situation awkward.

“nothing?” you ask softly, tilting your head to the side as you try to fight back the smile threatening to show. his gaze on you makes you feel sexy, desired, and he’s just so hot.

just as he starts to shake his head, you let go of the towel and let it fall, smirking when you see his eyes widen and his breath catch in his throat.

when he finally looks up into your eyes and sees the look of want in your eyes, he launches himself at you, lips firmly against yours and hands on your hips as he backs you up to the vanity and helps you jump onto it. 

this may be the only time you’ll let him touch you like this, and he’ll be damned if he lets this opportunity go to waste.

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⋆˚࿔ 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.

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[hyuckfull]

failed attempts . . . ot7 riize x fem!reader / m-dni / (some) fluff & suggestive (implying that it will lead to that) / established relationship / not proofread

some of the moments whether innocent or mundane, escalating into something more all because neither of you could keep it in your pants

shotaro ☆ “you’re so tense love.” he says, massaging your back. your face is planted in between your pillows muffling your small groans and grunts every time he hits the good spots. he’d stretch your skin, hands doing long, smooth motions on your back applying pressure when you tell him “right there!” it was supposed to be innocent but everything reminded him of something else, he just couldn’t help it. and he’s trying his best to help you out when you asked him if he could massage your back cause you’ve been sat by your desk the whole day. yet the the twitching in between his legs are making it hard to apply pressure when he no longer wants his hands to do the work. almost mindlessly letting his fingers trail along your back and you’d shiver under his touch. from that alone, you already knew what he wanted. you turn around to face him, already seeing the bulge form in his shorts that he’s trying to hide. you kiss his cheek and pull him towards the bed. straddling his lap and tell him, “thanks taro, i’ll take it from here.” before fully taking off your shirt.

eunseok ☆ you wake up to an empty spot on your bed. only to be replaced by a ray from the sunlight that entered from the small exposed part of your window. you walk down the stairs and get a whiff of fresh bacon and eggs by the kitchen. you yawn, stretching your arms while walking towards your boyfriend who cooked diligently. he smiles when he feels you hug him from behind. “good morning baby.” he says, still paying attention to the sizzling pan in front of him. you let him go before sitting by the counter behind him. legs dangling while you watched him finish your breakfast. leaning against your hands as your try to stay awake. you blinked several times, listening to your boyfriend hum a song and the hot oil popping softly, only to be brought back when your boyfriend’s hand is on your bare thighs. “now this is too much even for me.” he says. and when you realize that you’re only wearing his shirt and your panties, you could only chuckle. “can breakfast wait later baby?” he asks you, already knelt down and kissing along your inner thighs.

sungchan ☆ his arms are wrapped around you while you watched a movie at the couch of your living room. it was a horror movie too, and you’d always cling to him when a jump scare shows up. sungchan would laugh at you but silently relishes when you’re hugging him so tightly. you’re trying your best to pay attention to the whole movie, yet at the 30 minute mark his hand ‘accidentally’ slips in between your thighs. strong long fingers forming a v to spread them out. if you had a penny for every movie you started but not knowing the ending to because you watched it with your boyfriend, you’d be eating in fine dining for dinner every weekend. your pitiful attempts of pushing him away and ignoring him was put in vain because with a boyfriend like sungchan, no one would blame you for giving in. “but i wanted to watch this movie.” you whine. he’d pull you on his lap and you’re sulking further onto him. sungchan chuckles before kissing your cheek, “don’t worry baby i’ll give you something better thing to scream for.”

wonbin ☆ he comes home late at night to find you sleeping on your shared bed. you wake up the moment you felt a dip at your side. you smile at him before you rest your head on wonbin’s chest, and he wraps his arm around you. as you try to doze off again, you could feel him soothe you. tucking away pieces of your hair so he can see your sleeping face. it’s his favorite, to see you so comfortable and rested, couldn’t help himself give you a small peck on your lips before he drifts of to sleep himself. when morning came you both decided to sleep in, taking both your day offs with as much rest as you both would like. not until you’re woken up with dark button eyes staring at you. “w-wonbin?” you’d say, slightly startled, blinking slowly to make sure you were actually awake and that it wasn’t a dream. wonbin doesn’t say anything, only pulling you closer and you already knew what he wanted when you felt something poke the side of your leg. i guess sleeping in would have to be moved back to your next day off together as you’re already pushing him back on the bed, positioning in between his legs.

seunghan ☆ you invited him over to study, and hopefully just to study. you had exams coming up this week but you think another day without your boyfriend would get you to collapse and finally give up. it’s been a week and a half since you’ve last seen him. which is you needed him so badly or else you’ll actually go insane, just his presence, nothing more. you already knew it’s going to be a bad idea because you know you wouldn’t actually get worked done when he’s there—hence the week and a half separation arrangement—but the moment you texted him he’s there 10 minutes later with flowers and a card that says ‘good luck!’ he insisted though, since he missed you so much that you sit on his lap. and he’d give you that face you can’t refuse, which what’s exactly happening as you’re both seated by your desk. you’re trying to answer your practice quiz while browsing at your laptop for notes—and he did his best to stay quiet to not disturb you. but the very second you felt something poke you underneath, you already know your study session’s over. “god hani! really?!” you drop your pencil, whipping your head around to glare at him. he’d chuckle while oulling you in for a hug. “i can’t help that you’re so sexy when you’re this focused baby.”

sohee ☆ sometimes you and sohee would disagree. and while rare, sometimes you and sohee would argue when you disagree. but this time you really didn’t want to argue and talk back, yet sohee is just really irritated at the time and is adamant on expressing his frustration. sohee didn’t shout, didn’t scream. only spoke in a firm tone with a mean stare. so you’re quiet, sat on the edge of the bed while he walked back and forth while he said that you, “are being too unfair.” because you were giving him attitude so early in the morning till now because he wasn’t able to properly pack the left over dishes in the fridge. it’s funny how you’re both arguing like a married couple, but what’s not funny was the ants on the kitchen counter. it was a tough week, the both of you were extremely tired and busy. you’ve said your piece and he’s almost done, ready to apologize. but in all honesty, you could no longer care about the argument, only focused on watching how his mouth move with every syllable, and how he licked or bit his lip when he took some time to think, or how he clenched his jaw when he’s getting irritated some more. maybe it’d be better if he used it on something else, is what you think. sohee definitely noticed that you’re no longer paying attention to him. you’re easiest to read when you’re wanting something—especially when you’re wanting him. you’re only brought back to your daydreaming-like state the moment he’s pining you against the mattress. “so this is how you want to make up baby? you should’ve said it sooner.”

anton ☆ he wanted to take polaroid photos of you one for his wallet, one for his phone, and the rest for his own personal benefit. from the front of the gates of your shared apartment, to your kitchen, till he’s snapping photos of you on the bed. letting the photos fall down as it developed on the mattress to to take another. since he’ll be out of the country for a few months he so badly needed these physical photos because it’ll actually feel like you’re there and not just a screen (and he wonders why you’re so obsessed with his photocards). it was so cute of him to ask you to pose around the house like his own supermodel. “you’re perfect baby, so pretty just for me.” but when you decided to tease him, moving the camera down to your shorts that you’re slowly pulling off. the quick click of the camera goes off and he finds himself struggling to breathe. and he’d take more and more pictures that reveal more and more of you. the hem of your panties, your shirt riding up to expose your stomach, or your pretty face that’s sucking on his fingers. soon the camera’s on your desk, no longer being used since he now had other plans to make sure he doesn’t miss you too much.

note . . . i did my best to make them shorter this time >< i failed (haha) i beg you guys to send me some riize hc suggestions pretty please ! also here’s a little post since i’ve been inactive >< still working on my anton & sungchan wips

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[little-miss-dilf-lover]

HELLLOOO!! may i please request reader teasing bucky A LOT? thank yoiuuuu

HELLLOO BACK!!! ofc!! sorry for the delay. thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌 image has no relevance to the fic, it’s just really hot😭

FEIGN COMPOSURE.

bucky barnes x fem!reader

word count. 527

warnings. minors dni !! suggestive

With Bucky, teasing is usually easy. You barely had to do anything to get the reaction you wanted. The simplest, gentlest, most naive of touches enough to elicit primal responses from him that you often craved. 

Neither of you would be doing anything in particular, but you would find yourself wanting to tease him - just needing to do something to get a reaction from him. Anything. 

At first, you'd start slow, acting as inconspicuous as possible as you sit beside him on the sofa. He would be on his phone, trying to understand the new update, muttering faintly to himself as he figured out how to navigate it. You would offer to help, leaning closer to show him about. But you weren't going to be doing just that, would you? Of course not. 

With your palm on his thigh, allowing yourself to 'get closer to see his screen', you'd hum softly beside his ear, that silky, sultry noise starting the beginning of your teasing. You'd pretend to be oblivious to the noise, acting non-the-wiser as you continue your help, pointing at the settings app on his phone with your free hand. 

The hand on his thigh would stay still within its placement, warm palm resting on the upper meat of it - fingers mindlessly brushing upwards.

He would twist his neck to look at you. Head cocked to the side as if to analyse you - to understand what you were up to, the playful furrow of his brows silently questioning you. But instead of replying, you'd shrug almost innocently, turning your attention back to his phone and ignoring the heated gaze he bores into the side of your head.

You'd pretend to know what you were saying as you explain his phone to him, the hand on his thigh itching higher and higher as the moments go by. Your fingers absentmindedly skimming the edge of his cock through his sweats, the light graze of your fingertips causing a further strain in his boxers. 

Bucky would try to act indifferent to the swell between his thighs - try to be apathetic to the aching chub-on growing that you created. So the reaction you craved of him stalled.

Growing impatient, you decide to up your game and turn to face him - meeting his gaze with your pretty, softened eyes, hoping it'll finally make him crack. 

With the diversion of his stare, you notice an amused smile, his expression telling you all you needed to know. Wanting to push him even further, you adjust in your seat - accidentally grazing your breast against his arm as you reposition to sit on your knees. Surely that would be enough?

Though, it's not. Not just yet, anyway. 

You sigh softly to yourself and slump back into the sofa, feeling defeated - unpleased with yourself for not getting what you wanted. 

But Bucky notices and slots his hand into yours, holding and bringing it back to his thigh - the placement you had minutes ago, only this time, higher up. He nudges your hand towards his hard-on, guiding you to what you were after. 

"You started it. You finish it."

[cannellee]

do you know that thing were the omega usually have two main scents but when they are horny a third one appears??? what would be the reaction of mikey and shinichiro (if you write for him ofc) to that???

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ★

୨୧ alpha! Tokyo revengers x omega! Reader (pairing: mikey, shinichiro, izana)

— their reaction to their omega being horny

(I don't think I've ever heard of it but that's so cool?? not too proud of this one, and it's rather short, I hope you don't mind!)

my masterlist : ☆

ALPHA! SHINICHIRO

shinichiro is flustered. he didn't mean for your night to turn out like this but he honestly doesn't complain. he's been touching you mindlessly for a while, cuddling close to your body. and you didn't mean for his affection to turn you on this much, but the way his fingers kept touching you so close to your thighs made you hot.

you accidentally let out a more powerful scent, your usual jasmine aroma turning into a hypnotizing combination of vanilla and citrus.

he looks at you surprised and can't help his own pheromones to react to yours the moment they hit his nose. it's a well known fact that an omega's scent influences their alpha's mood and behaviour, but in your case, shinichiro is particularly sensitive.

if you throw away his hands because of how embarrassed you are, he'll softly make you look at him, keeping his urges in check, to make sure you know you can be comfortable with your own desires.

shinichiro will be totally in for sex afterwards, especially because of how worked up your scent only got him. but he'll respect your wish if you don't want to and won't bring it up if he knows it makes you embarrassed!

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ALPHA! MIKEY

mikey literally had no idea where that scent came from. you two were in heated make out session and after finally undressing you completely, a lovely cinnamon scent hit his nose.

he frowned and took in the new fragrance, surprised at how fuzzy it made his alpha. but despite the pleasure he got out of it, he wondered where your own sugary scent went ?

he'll dig his nose into your neck, smelling and breathing you in, the proximity and aggressive touches only making you whine more in return. this caused you to release more of your own pheromones, mikey growled, thrill consuming him.

you explained it to him in a breath. it was your first night of sex after all, it was all a surprise and a novelty for him. this gets him going even more, wishing to draw more of your scent.

after one night, he knows he'll never get tired of it, his already present obsession for you growing even more.

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ALPHA! IZANA

izana just loves that scent of yours. he'll purposely try and stir it up by whispering provocative things in your ears and touching your thighs. it doesn't matter what place and time, he's shameless and just want to keep smelling you.

you get shy by his actions and from then, your scent only starts to get sweeter and sweeter. it's like a reward for izana and he wants to push all the buttons that make you loose your cool.

your aroused pheromones smell so good, it instantly makes him horny as well. his instincts progressively become less controlled and his mind is high off of your scent, making him focus on breeding you only.

he gets so excited he practically has no restraints. he'll just bury his head inside your neck, breathing next to your scent glands and he'll never remove himself from you until he's fully satisfied.