saintodo

[saintodo]

soggy pathetic top reader x confident bottom sylus….i love u

[saintodo]

nirei x sakura x reader threesome on the brain again!!!!!!! gah!!!!!!!!!! love the thought of experienced!reader teasing sakura specifically for his inexperience (even though nirei is also inexperienced)....sakura who responds to the provocation by trying his best to please you and/or nirei but he's all sloppy and messy like a puppy when giving you or nirei head....fucks with no rhythm at all and probably cums too quick for his liking...brain worms....

[saintodo]

♡ tags: sakura x gn!reader, suggestive, implied masochist!sakura

You’re not sure what exactly compels you to do it, but you act before you can think it over.

“Ow,” Sakura hisses, “What the hell was that for?”

You blink, surprised with yourself. You stare at your hands where they rest right above Sakura’s right knee, as if they are solely responsible for what you’ve done. You withdraw your fingers from the edges of the bruise that’s still blooming against Sakura’s pale skin, a remnant of the most recent fight he found himself involved in, and finish bandaging the nasty cut that strikes across his kneecap.

“Sorry,” you murmur. “I don’t know why I did that.”

Sakura shifts beneath your touch. You lift your gaze from his injured knee, another apology at the ready on your tongue. What makes it way out of your mouth instead is an “Oh.”

“Don’t.” Sakura strains, tension wound tightly around his throat. “Don’t say anything.”

You inch forward, carving a space for yourself between Sakura’s open legs. He goes stock-still when you gently lay your cheek against his upper thigh. From this position, you're nearly at eye level with the Sakura's half-hard cock, barely concealed by the thin material of his boxer briefs.

"Quit staring."

"I didn't realize that would get you hard," you say.

You feel Sakura's breath hitch as you tear your gaze from his boner and look up at him through lidded eyes. The tip of his cock leaks, the stain of precum on his boxer briefs growing larger, as you lightly trace the outline of his hardness with the tip of your finger. A strangled sound escapes him when you press your palm down and wrap your fingers around as much of Sakura's length as you can with his underwear as a barrier.

"Let me take responsibility for it, yeah?"

[saintodo]

♡ tags: sakura x gn!reader, suggestive, implied masochist!sakura

You’re not sure what exactly compels you to do it, but you act before you can think it over.

“Ow,” Sakura hisses, “What the hell was that for?”

You blink, surprised with yourself. You stare at your hands where they rest right above Sakura’s right knee, as if they are solely responsible for what you’ve done. You withdraw your fingers from the edges of the bruise that’s still blooming against Sakura’s pale skin, a remnant of the most recent fight he found himself involved in, and finish bandaging the nasty cut that strikes across his kneecap.

“Sorry,” you murmur. “I don’t know why I did that.”

Sakura shifts beneath your touch. You lift your gaze from his injured knee, another apology at the ready on your tongue. What makes it way out of your mouth instead is an “Oh.”

“Don’t.” Sakura strains, tension wound tightly around his throat. “Don’t say anything.”

You inch forward, carving a space for yourself between Sakura’s open legs. He goes stock-still when you gently lay your cheek against his upper thigh. From this position, you're nearly at eye level with the Sakura's half-hard cock, barely concealed by the thin material of his boxer briefs.

"Quit staring."

"I didn't realize that would get you hard," you say.

You feel Sakura's breath hitch as you tear your gaze from his boner and look up at him through lidded eyes. The tip of his cock leaks, the stain of precum on his boxer briefs growing larger, as you lightly trace the outline of his hardness with the tip of your finger. A strangled sound escapes him when you press your palm down and wrap your fingers around as much of Sakura's length as you can with his underwear as a barrier.

"Let me take responsibility for it, yeah?"

[saintodo]

i love the idea of inexperienced4inexperienced with sakura except he’s under the impression you’re way more sexually experienced than you are because you’re a pervert

[saintodo]

♡ tags: sakura x gn!reader, suggestive, implied masochist!sakura

You’re not sure what exactly compels you to do it, but you act before you can think it over.

“Ow,” Sakura hisses, “What the hell was that for?”

You blink, surprised with yourself. You stare at your hands where they rest right above Sakura’s right knee, as if they are solely responsible for what you’ve done. You withdraw your fingers from the edges of the bruise that’s still blooming against Sakura’s pale skin, a remnant of the most recent fight he found himself involved in, and finish bandaging the nasty cut that strikes across his kneecap.

“Sorry,” you murmur. “I don’t know why I did that.”

Sakura shifts beneath your touch. You lift your gaze from his injured knee, another apology at the ready on your tongue. What makes it way out of your mouth instead is an “Oh.”

“Don’t.” Sakura strains, tension wound tightly around his throat. “Don’t say anything.”

You inch forward, carving a space for yourself between Sakura’s open legs. He goes stock-still when you gently lay your cheek against his upper thigh. From this position, you're nearly at eye level with the Sakura's half-hard cock, barely concealed by the thin material of his boxer briefs.

"Quit staring."

"I didn't realize that would get you hard," you say.

You feel Sakura's breath hitch as you tear your gaze from his boner and look up at him through lidded eyes. The tip of his cock leaks, the stain of precum on his boxer briefs growing larger, as you lightly trace the outline of his hardness with the tip of your finger. A strangled sound escapes him when you press your palm down and wrap your fingers around as much of Sakura's length as you can with his underwear as a barrier.

"Let me take responsibility for it, yeah?"

[saintodo]

♡ tags: sakura x gn!reader, suggestive, implied masochist!sakura

You’re not sure what exactly compels you to do it, but you act before you can think it over.

“Ow,” Sakura hisses, “What the hell was that for?”

You blink, surprised with yourself. You stare at your hands where they rest right above Sakura’s right knee, as if they are solely responsible for what you’ve done. You withdraw your fingers from the edges of the bruise that’s still blooming against Sakura’s pale skin, a remnant of the most recent fight he found himself involved in, and finish bandaging the nasty cut that strikes across his kneecap.

“Sorry,” you murmur. “I don’t know why I did that.”

Sakura shifts beneath your touch. You lift your gaze from his injured knee, another apology at the ready on your tongue. What makes it way out of your mouth instead is an “Oh.”

“Don’t.” Sakura strains, tension wound tightly around his throat. “Don’t say anything.”

You inch forward, carving a space for yourself between Sakura’s open legs. He goes stock-still when you gently lay your cheek against his upper thigh. From this position, you're nearly at eye level with the Sakura's half-hard cock, barely concealed by the thin material of his boxer briefs.

"Quit staring."

"I didn't realize that would get you hard," you say.

You feel Sakura's breath hitch as you tear your gaze from his boner and look up at him through lidded eyes. The tip of his cock leaks, the stain of precum on his boxer briefs growing larger, as you lightly trace the outline of his hardness with the tip of your finger. A strangled sound escapes him when you press your palm down and wrap your fingers around as much of Sakura's length as you can with his underwear as a barrier.

"Let me take responsibility for it, yeah?"

[saintodo]

♡ word count: 1.1k

♡ pairing: rafayel x gn!reader

♡ tags: suggestive, unestablished (romantic) relationship but established friendship, reader's not explicitly mc

"Whatcha doing?"

Your head suddenly pops into Rafayel's line of vision as you lean over the back of the couch where he sits in his studio, eyes bright with curiosity.

"Jeez, you scared me!" Rafayel says, though his actions speak to the contrary. "Give a guy a warning next time before you sneak up on him."

You roll your eyes at his theatrics.

"Like you didn't hear me walking up behind you," you bite back. "Or me knocking for that matter. What's so riveting that you can't get up and open your door for your guest?"

You lean further into Rafayel's space, intent on learning what's captivated his attention to the point that he can't even get the door for you. Granted, you knew where he kept his spare key, but still. It's the principle of the matter.

You expect him to show you something related to paint making, considering he spends so much of his free time doing just that. Maybe, some super rare mineral that he had poor Thomas go and acquire for him or some shells that would look like any other shell to you that Rafayel would insist were unique and oh so special.

Instead, your eyes are greeted with a video playing on Rafayel's phone of the man himself. Masturbating. More specifically, fucking himself with his fingers.

"Don't you have any shame at all?"

You scrunch your nose at the unexpected, though not exactly unpleasant, sight and give Rafayel a sideways glance.

"Why should I?"

He grins and spreads his arms over the back of the couch. Twilight waves brush against your shoulder as Rafayel tilts his head back and looks up at you. Infuriatingly and effortlessly charming.

"Because it's the middle of the day and you're looking at your nudes," you deadpan.

At this angle, you no longer can see Rafayel's phone screen, but the video continues to play — soft wet sounds of skin against skin filling the lapse of conversation.

“Don’t act like you haven’t done the same,” he waves you off.

You roll your eyes. Again.

“Even if I have, I wouldn’t do it when i’m expecting company,” you huff. You cross your arms over your middle, leveling Rafayel with a glare that has no real heat behind it. “We’re supposed to hang out and this is what you do instead?”

"I was deciding which video I wanted to post," Rafayel offers up as an explanation.

It’s no secret between you that Rafayel posts explicit content of himself online. It mainly started out as a hobby of his, but he quickly amassed a cult-like following, so now it’s grown into a side hustle of sorts.

Rafayel sighs dramatically. He rests the back of his hand against his forehead, reminiscent of a damsel in distress. "But none of them are just right."

You snort. "This isn't one of your art pieces, Raf. I'm pretty sure that your followers are gonna eat up whatever you decide on, so just choose one and post it already. I want to hangout.”

“How cruel,” Rafayel gasps at your easy dismissal of him. “Here I am experiencing a difficult dilemma, and you want to abandon me in my time of need.”

“Whatever will you do?” you dryly respond.

You flinch, loudly cursing as you lurch backwards and nearly slip on your ass when, in a flurry, Rafayel suddenly darts upright, twisting to face you.

“You almost made me fall,” you complain. You clutch at your chest, your heart hammering beneath your palm.

“Sorry,” Rafayel says, utterly unrepentant. “I have an idea.”

You warily eye Rafayel. Any sign of moping that was present just moments ago has been wiped clean, replaced by a gleam in Rafayel’s blue-pink gaze that doesn’t bode well for you.

“Do I even want to know what it is?”

“Don’t be like that,” Rafayel lightly frowns, his bottom lip jutting out to form a stupidly perfect pout, “Don’t you want to hear my great idea?”

“No,” you deadpan.

A few seconds pass.

You sigh.

“Fine,” you whine. With a flourish of your hand, you say, “Go on. Tell me all about your great idea.”

“You could star in one of my videos.”

You blink.

“Excuse me?” you say. The words roll off your tongue automatically.

“My followers said they want to see something from me other than solo content,” he says as if that’s explanation enough, which it most certainly is not.

“Okay,” you drag the word out as your brain tries its best to wrap itself around the events quickly unfolding before you. “What does that have to do with me?”

Rafayel exhales and props his elbow up on the back of the couch. He drums his fingers against his temple.

“Do I really need to spell it out for you?”

A frown forms on your lips.

“Shouldn’t you be nice to the person who’s going to do you a favor?”

Rafayel perks up. He shifts, tucking his feet beneath him as he pushes himself onto his knees, palms supporting his weight as he draws closer to you.

“So you’ll do it?”

In one smooth motion, you pull your shirt off over your head and toss it aside. Rafayel’s eyes drift to your chest. His gaze follows the motion of your shoulders touching your ears as you shrug.

“Why not?”

You take a step forward, reaching towards Rafayel to card a hand through his hair like you’ve done a thousand times before. Your palm comes to rest at the back of his neck and your thumb presses slightly against the base of his skull, encouraging him to tilt his head back. Rafayel gives easily to your unspoken demand.

You hover above Rafayel, crowding into his space. Your nose brushes against his, lips barely ghosting. He tries to angle his head to catch you in a kiss, but you draw back slightly, right out of his reach. You laugh when a whine escapes him and smooth your thumb over his hair in a placating manner.

“So impatient,” you tease. You press a kiss to the corner of his lips to quell the irritation that’s surely mounting within Rafayel the longer you delay giving him what he wants. “You’re paying for dinner by the way.”

Rafayel’s hands move from their place, deft fingers smoothly slipping into the belt loops of your jeans and firmly tugging, bringing you even nearer. This time, he takes what he wants, stealing a chaste kiss from you, and you feel him smile against your lips.

“Fine by me.”

[saintodo]

Now don’t piss me off

now what did i do 😞

[saintodo]

♡ word count: 1.1k

♡ pairing: rafayel x gn!reader

♡ tags: suggestive, unestablished (romantic) relationship but established friendship, reader's not explicitly mc

"Whatcha doing?"

Your head suddenly pops into Rafayel's line of vision as you lean over the back of the couch where he sits in his studio, eyes bright with curiosity.

"Jeez, you scared me!" Rafayel says, though his actions speak to the contrary. "Give a guy a warning next time before you sneak up on him."

You roll your eyes at his theatrics.

"Like you didn't hear me walking up behind you," you bite back. "Or me knocking for that matter. What's so riveting that you can't get up and open your door for your guest?"

You lean further into Rafayel's space, intent on learning what's captivated his attention to the point that he can't even get the door for you. Granted, you knew where he kept his spare key, but still. It's the principle of the matter.

You expect him to show you something related to paint making, considering he spends so much of his free time doing just that. Maybe, some super rare mineral that he had poor Thomas go and acquire for him or some shells that would look like any other shell to you that Rafayel would insist were unique and oh so special.

Instead, your eyes are greeted with a video playing on Rafayel's phone of the man himself. Masturbating. More specifically, fucking himself with his fingers.

"Don't you have any shame at all?"

You scrunch your nose at the unexpected, though not exactly unpleasant, sight and give Rafayel a sideways glance.

"Why should I?"

He grins and spreads his arms over the back of the couch. Twilight waves brush against your shoulder as Rafayel tilts his head back and looks up at you. Infuriatingly and effortlessly charming.

"Because it's the middle of the day and you're looking at your nudes," you deadpan.

At this angle, you no longer can see Rafayel's phone screen, but the video continues to play — soft wet sounds of skin against skin filling the lapse of conversation.

“Don’t act like you haven’t done the same,” he waves you off.

You roll your eyes. Again.

“Even if I have, I wouldn’t do it when i’m expecting company,” you huff. You cross your arms over your middle, leveling Rafayel with a glare that has no real heat behind it. “We’re supposed to hang out and this is what you do instead?”

"I was deciding which video I wanted to post," Rafayel offers up as an explanation.

It’s no secret between you that Rafayel posts explicit content of himself online. It mainly started out as a hobby of his, but he quickly amassed a cult-like following, so now it’s grown into a side hustle of sorts.

Rafayel sighs dramatically. He rests the back of his hand against his forehead, reminiscent of a damsel in distress. "But none of them are just right."

You snort. "This isn't one of your art pieces, Raf. I'm pretty sure that your followers are gonna eat up whatever you decide on, so just choose one and post it already. I want to hangout.”

“How cruel,” Rafayel gasps at your easy dismissal of him. “Here I am experiencing a difficult dilemma, and you want to abandon me in my time of need.”

“Whatever will you do?” you dryly respond.

You flinch, loudly cursing as you lurch backwards and nearly slip on your ass when, in a flurry, Rafayel suddenly darts upright, twisting to face you.

“You almost made me fall,” you complain. You clutch at your chest, your heart hammering beneath your palm.

“Sorry,” Rafayel says, utterly unrepentant. “I have an idea.”

You warily eye Rafayel. Any sign of moping that was present just moments ago has been wiped clean, replaced by a gleam in Rafayel’s blue-pink gaze that doesn’t bode well for you.

“Do I even want to know what it is?”

“Don’t be like that,” Rafayel lightly frowns, his bottom lip jutting out to form a stupidly perfect pout, “Don’t you want to hear my great idea?”

“No,” you deadpan.

A few seconds pass.

You sigh.

“Fine,” you whine. With a flourish of your hand, you say, “Go on. Tell me all about your great idea.”

“You could star in one of my videos.”

You blink.

“Excuse me?” you say. The words roll off your tongue automatically.

“My followers said they want to see something from me other than solo content,” he says as if that’s explanation enough, which it most certainly is not.

“Okay,” you drag the word out as your brain tries its best to wrap itself around the events quickly unfolding before you. “What does that have to do with me?”

Rafayel exhales and props his elbow up on the back of the couch. He drums his fingers against his temple.

“Do I really need to spell it out for you?”

A frown forms on your lips.

“Shouldn’t you be nice to the person who’s going to do you a favor?”

Rafayel perks up. He shifts, tucking his feet beneath him as he pushes himself onto his knees, palms supporting his weight as he draws closer to you.

“So you’ll do it?”

In one smooth motion, you pull your shirt off over your head and toss it aside. Rafayel’s eyes drift to your chest. His gaze follows the motion of your shoulders touching your ears as you shrug.

“Why not?”

You take a step forward, reaching towards Rafayel to card a hand through his hair like you’ve done a thousand times before. Your palm comes to rest at the back of his neck and your thumb presses slightly against the base of his skull, encouraging him to tilt his head back. Rafayel gives easily to your unspoken demand.

You hover above Rafayel, crowding into his space. Your nose brushes against his, lips barely ghosting. He tries to angle his head to catch you in a kiss, but you draw back slightly, right out of his reach. You laugh when a whine escapes him and smooth your thumb over his hair in a placating manner.

“So impatient,” you tease. You press a kiss to the corner of his lips to quell the irritation that’s surely mounting within Rafayel the longer you delay giving him what he wants. “You’re paying for dinner by the way.”

Rafayel’s hands move from their place, deft fingers smoothly slipping into the belt loops of your jeans and firmly tugging, bringing you even nearer. This time, he takes what he wants, stealing a chaste kiss from you, and you feel him smile against your lips.

“Fine by me.”

[saintodo]

♡ word count: 1.1k

♡ pairing: rafayel x gn!reader

♡ tags: suggestive, unestablished (romantic) relationship but established friendship, reader's not explicitly mc

"Whatcha doing?"

Your head suddenly pops into Rafayel's line of vision as you lean over the back of the couch where he sits in his studio, eyes bright with curiosity.

"Jeez, you scared me!" Rafayel says, though his actions speak to the contrary. "Give a guy a warning next time before you sneak up on him."

You roll your eyes at his theatrics.

"Like you didn't hear me walking up behind you," you bite back. "Or me knocking for that matter. What's so riveting that you can't get up and open your door for your guest?"

You lean further into Rafayel's space, intent on learning what's captivated his attention to the point that he can't even get the door for you. Granted, you knew where he kept his spare key, but still. It's the principle of the matter.

You expect him to show you something related to paint making, considering he spends so much of his free time doing just that. Maybe, some super rare mineral that he had poor Thomas go and acquire for him or some shells that would look like any other shell to you that Rafayel would insist were unique and oh so special.

Instead, your eyes are greeted with a video playing on Rafayel's phone of the man himself. Masturbating. More specifically, fucking himself with his fingers.

"Don't you have any shame at all?"

You scrunch your nose at the unexpected, though not exactly unpleasant, sight and give Rafayel a sideways glance.

"Why should I?"

He grins and spreads his arms over the back of the couch. Twilight waves brush against your shoulder as Rafayel tilts his head back and looks up at you. Infuriatingly and effortlessly charming.

"Because it's the middle of the day and you're looking at your nudes," you deadpan.

At this angle, you no longer can see Rafayel's phone screen, but the video continues to play — soft wet sounds of skin against skin filling the lapse of conversation.

“Don’t act like you haven’t done the same,” he waves you off.

You roll your eyes. Again.

“Even if I have, I wouldn’t do it when i’m expecting company,” you huff. You cross your arms over your middle, leveling Rafayel with a glare that has no real heat behind it. “We’re supposed to hang out and this is what you do instead?”

"I was deciding which video I wanted to post," Rafayel offers up as an explanation.

It’s no secret between you that Rafayel posts explicit content of himself online. It mainly started out as a hobby of his, but he quickly amassed a cult-like following, so now it’s grown into a side hustle of sorts.

Rafayel sighs dramatically. He rests the back of his hand against his forehead, reminiscent of a damsel in distress. "But none of them are just right."

You snort. "This isn't one of your art pieces, Raf. I'm pretty sure that your followers are gonna eat up whatever you decide on, so just choose one and post it already. I want to hangout.”

“How cruel,” Rafayel gasps at your easy dismissal of him. “Here I am experiencing a difficult dilemma, and you want to abandon me in my time of need.”

“Whatever will you do?” you dryly respond.

You flinch, loudly cursing as you lurch backwards and nearly slip on your ass when, in a flurry, Rafayel suddenly darts upright, twisting to face you.

“You almost made me fall,” you complain. You clutch at your chest, your heart hammering beneath your palm.

“Sorry,” Rafayel says, utterly unrepentant. “I have an idea.”

You warily eye Rafayel. Any sign of moping that was present just moments ago has been wiped clean, replaced by a gleam in Rafayel’s blue-pink gaze that doesn’t bode well for you.

“Do I even want to know what it is?”

“Don’t be like that,” Rafayel lightly frowns, his bottom lip jutting out to form a stupidly perfect pout, “Don’t you want to hear my great idea?”

“No,” you deadpan.

A few seconds pass.

You sigh.

“Fine,” you whine. With a flourish of your hand, you say, “Go on. Tell me all about your great idea.”

“You could star in one of my videos.”

You blink.

“Excuse me?” you say. The words roll off your tongue automatically.

“My followers said they want to see something from me other than solo content,” he says as if that’s explanation enough, which it most certainly is not.

“Okay,” you drag the word out as your brain tries its best to wrap itself around the events quickly unfolding before you. “What does that have to do with me?”

Rafayel exhales and props his elbow up on the back of the couch. He drums his fingers against his temple.

“Do I really need to spell it out for you?”

A frown forms on your lips.

“Shouldn’t you be nice to the person who’s going to do you a favor?”

Rafayel perks up. He shifts, tucking his feet beneath him as he pushes himself onto his knees, palms supporting his weight as he draws closer to you.

“So you’ll do it?”

In one smooth motion, you pull your shirt off over your head and toss it aside. Rafayel’s eyes drift to your chest. His gaze follows the motion of your shoulders touching your ears as you shrug.

“Why not?”

You take a step forward, reaching towards Rafayel to card a hand through his hair like you’ve done a thousand times before. Your palm comes to rest at the back of his neck and your thumb presses slightly against the base of his skull, encouraging him to tilt his head back. Rafayel gives easily to your unspoken demand.

You hover above Rafayel, crowding into his space. Your nose brushes against his, lips barely ghosting. He tries to angle his head to catch you in a kiss, but you draw back slightly, right out of his reach. You laugh when a whine escapes him and smooth your thumb over his hair in a placating manner.

“So impatient,” you tease. You press a kiss to the corner of his lips to quell the irritation that’s surely mounting within Rafayel the longer you delay giving him what he wants. “You’re paying for dinner by the way.”

Rafayel’s hands move from their place, deft fingers smoothly slipping into the belt loops of your jeans and firmly tugging, bringing you even nearer. This time, he takes what he wants, stealing a chaste kiss from you, and you feel him smile against your lips.

“Fine by me.”

[saintodo]

you get worried when you overhear sakura’s friends talking about how he’s not feeling well and tell them that you can stop by his place to check in on him. nirei opens his mouth to try and say something but suo cuts him off, saying how that’s nice of you and sakura would surely appreciate it. you don’t think anything of the gleam in suo’s eye, chalking it up to suo being suo.

it’s only when you show up to sakura’s apartment with a plastic bag full of sick supplies that you realize that suo fucking set you up because sakura’s not bedridden because he’s ill. he’s in heat.

[saintodo]

r there any love and deepspace enjoyers out there

[saintodo]

sylus is making feel so gifkfjdnskxkcndnsmd

[saintodo]

you get worried when you overhear sakura’s friends talking about how he’s not feeling well and tell them that you can stop by his place to check in on him. nirei opens his mouth to try and say something but suo cuts him off, saying how that’s nice of you and sakura would surely appreciate it. you don’t think anything of the gleam in suo’s eye, chalking it up to suo being suo.

it’s only when you show up to sakura’s apartment with a plastic bag full of sick supplies that you realize that suo fucking set you up because sakura’s not bedridden because he’s ill. he’s in heat.

[saintodo]

beta!reader will always be famous to me. currently thinking about beta!reader and omega!sakura....

[saintodo]

caleb is fine as fuck my god