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[dollcher]

suggestive ୨୧.

you were clung onto ace's back as he did his push ups and you were babbling about whatever. this had become an almost everyday routine between you two when he worked out. he wanted to make himself stronger and having you on his back as extra weight was perfect for him — plus he loved hearing you yap to him and he loved the warmth of your body against his.

as he did his umpteenth push up of the day, your fingers accidentally grazed over his nipples while you had been trying to adjust yourself. if you weren't flushed up against him, you would have missed the tiny gasp that left his lips and the way his body had tensed, even though it was just for a second.

you smiled to yourself as you thought of a way of teasing your boyfriend.

you continued to go on with what you were talking about but now your fingers were slowly circling around his areola, just close enough to his nipples to give him a sliver of pleasure. you could hear his breathing getting more ragged and the tips of his ears turning a bright red. your plan was working and you wanted to see how long you could keep this going.

your fingers flicked over one of his nipple and a quiet whimper spilled from ace's lips. "what was that, honey?", you asked innocently, your index hovering over his now hardened bud.

"n-nothing, sweetheart," he mumbled out, lowering himself near to the ground before pushing back up. "what were you saying?"

you pouted at the lack of reaction from him but you weren't going to give up. as you kept harping on, and truthfully you didn't even really know what you were talking about, your fingers continued to rub over his nipples in slow circles. you could hear him letting out those soft, sweet noises that had your panties staining and core growing hot.

gosh, he was such a dream.

he suddenly dropped himself to the ground, mumbling something to himself under his breath. "what are you saying?", you asked him, brushing away the wet strands of hair that stuck to his forehead.

he looked back to you, a smirk plastered on his face and scoffed. "you really know how to rile me up, don't ya doll?"

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[dollcher]

mdni ୨୧.

choso loves when you play with his hair. whether you're simply brushing the strands that fall in front of his face, or you're tying his hair into his infamous ponytails, or he has his head on your lap while your fingers mindlessly comb through his dark locks — he loves it.

recently though he found out another way that he likes you to play with hair.

his head was buried in between your thighs, lapping at your folds, slurping on your sweet juices, making a mess all over his mouth. his hands were holding your thighs in place even when you tried to buck into him, his dark eyes staring at you with nothing but desire and lust.

your hands were tangled in his hair and this wasn't anything really new — you would stroke or pat his head as he ravaged on your sweet cunt, relishing the praise that you threw him as well. but this time you had done something that you hadn't before.

he had stuck his tongue inside you, dying to get more of you on his lips and to taste you even more. when he did, you gasped loudly, tugging on his hair tightly and practically shoved his face deeper into your pussy. "oh my gosh, cho! fuck yes! just like that!," you whined out, the grip you had on his locks growing stronger.

he let out a deep groan at not just the pretty, cute noises you were making but at the feeling of your hands pulling on his hair. it turned him on more than he would care to admit and it just fuelled his hunger for you tenfold, devouring you like a man starved for days.

as you reached your orgasm, your hold on his hair had loosened, but ever so slightly. your juices gushed over his mouth and just as you were about to pull away from him, his assault on your poor cunt didn't stop. he was feasting on you with a newfound fervour. you whined at him to stop, feeling too sensitive, and tugging on his hair again to try pry him off but that only had smirking as he ate you out. "attagirl," he growled into your pussy.

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[dollcher]

toji fushiguro ♥︎ caring for you on your period.

fluff ୨୧. reader is on her period. reader is kind of emotional. toji is so sweet & loving.

꒰ ✉️ ꒱ ⟢ this was just supposed to be a drabble but i got a little carried away. and i might have gotten carried away at the end as well but i really loved writing soft toji, he has my whole heart :( i'm not entirely sure how i feel about it but i'm just daydreaming about gentle, loving toji right now so this will have to suffice!

"hey baby," toji hummed. "you doing okay?"

all you could was groan in response, hugging the pillow in your hands as you were tucked into a fetal position. you turned towards him, nuzzling your face into his chest as you mumbled out, "is this what it feels like to die?"

he let out a soft exhale, kissing the top of your forehead. "that bad huh?," he whispered while enveloping his arms around your waist, bringing you closer to him. he knew your period cramps could be really painful but this was the worst he had ever seen you. this morning, you had been barely able to crawl out of bed resulting in him having to carry you over to the bathroom to do your morning routine. and he was the one doing everything for you – brushing your teeth, combing your hair, dabbing on your moisturiser – before lugging you back to the bed.

where you had been in this same fetal position since then.

"toji," you grumbled, peering up at him with those big, doe eyes of yours. "can you please rip out my uterus? i will love you forever if you do."

he just chuckled at your absurd request as he snaked his arms behind your back and lifted you off the bed. your legs instinctively wrapped around his torso and your arms flopped over his shoulders. you buried your head in the crook of his neck, letting out a soft sigh. "mmm~ you smell nice," your sweet voice rung in his ear – it was the best you had sounded all day.

"i'm wearing the cologne you bought me," he said, bringing you out to the living room then making his way to the kitchen.

"that explains it," you giggled. "i have really good choice don't i?"

"oh the best, baby," he agreed, setting you gently atop the kitchen counter.

you pouted at the lose of contact from your boyfriend and tugged at the bottom of his t-shirt before he could walk away. "honey, where you going?," you asked.

as if on cue, e a little 'ding' came from the oven. you tilted your head confused, wondering what that meant. you hadn't baked or cooked anything today and toji was rarely ever found in the kitchen so what could that possibly be?

toji put on an oven mitt – one adorned with cute little cupcakes, one clearly bought by you. he opened the oven door and pulled out a tray full of chocolate chip cookies in the shape of hearts. or what you presumed to be hearts since they had turned out quite unshapely – the scrunched up, disappointed expression etched on his face somewhat confirmed your suspicions. he set it down next to you and peered at you with an uncharacteristically coy look in his eyes. "i... i baked these for you," he muttered, his gaze falling anywhere and everywhere but you.

"they were supposed to be heart shaped but seems i kinda fucked up that part."

you felt your heart swell with fondness. 'that's what he had been doing,' you thought to yourself. you had heard some clinking and banging from outside your bedroom but because of the pain you were in, you couldn't be bothered to check in on your boyfriend.

at one point though, you did hear him sing out a string of profanity that had you chuckling lightly to yourself as you doom-scrolled on your phone in hopes to distract yourself.

"you... made these for me?," you asked, motioning for him to come towards you. he positioned himself in between your legs, hands coming to rest tenderly on your hips. he began to draw circles on your sides with his thumbs, the pink that dusted his cheek growing darker with each passing second.

"i remember you told me that you liked to eat this when you're on your period," he said in a quiet voice. "and seeing how you were today, i figured this would cheer you up."

he broke a small piece from one of the freshly baked cookies and brought it to your lips. the sweet scent of chocolate wafted under your nose, the cramps you were feeling a moment earlier seemingly absconding from the smell alone. you opened your mouth and he popped the piece in your mouth, looking at you expectantly for your review.

he was biting the inside of his mouth in anticipation, the grip on your sides tightening whilst he awaited your critique. you were chewing so cutely, lips pouted slightly and he could feel you swinging your legs beside him. the wait was killing and the tension rising in him had him squishing your thighs just a little bit tighter than earlier.

before he could ask you about what you thought of it, there were tears pooling at your lash line and you said in between sniffles, "you made these for me?"

his eyes widened in shock, slightly dumbfounded at your reaction. he cupped your face in his hands, wiping away the tears that rolled down your cheeks. "i did," he mumbled. "what's wrong, doll? they not nice or something?"

"they're amazing," you wailed, flinging your arms around him and pulling him into a hug. "you're the sweetest thing ever, thank you."

his hands rested on the small of your back, concealing his face behind your hair as he cooed, "shut up, baby. 's the least i can do for you." you peppered his face with kisses and you continued to thank him, squealing with pure joy whilst you carried the whole tray of cookies back to your bedroom.

toji prided himself in being a man with a tough exterior. he had seen many a tragedy and obscenities throughout his life thus the wall he had built around himself wasn't an oddity. and for a long time, he believed nothing could ever shatter it.

yet here he stood at the entrance of your bedroom, looking at you like you were an angel descended from heaven. he swore if he squinted hard enough, he would see delicate, white wings sprout from your back.

the moment you locked eyes with him, he felt his insides melt and the wall around him was crumbling surely and despite what he used to think, he didn't mind it. he loved to care for you and he wouldn't mind doing so for the rest of his life.

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[dollcher]

suggestive ୨୧.

you were clung onto ace's back as he did his push ups and you were babbling about whatever. this had become an almost everyday routine between you two when he worked out. he wanted to make himself stronger and having you on his back as extra weight was perfect for him — plus he loved hearing you yap to him and he loved the warmth of your body against his.

as he did his umpteenth push up of the day, your fingers accidentally grazed over his nipples while you had been trying to adjust yourself. if you weren't flushed up against him, you would have missed the tiny gasp that left his lips and the way his body had tensed, even though it was just for a second.

you smiled to yourself as you thought of a way of teasing your boyfriend.

you continued to go on with what you were talking about but now your fingers were slowly circling around his areola, just close enough to his nipples to give him a sliver of pleasure. you could hear his breathing getting more ragged and the tips of his ears turning a bright red. your plan was working and you wanted to see how long you could keep this going.

your fingers flicked over one of his nipple and a quiet whimper spilled from ace's lips. "what was that, honey?", you asked innocently, your index hovering over his now hardened bud.

"n-nothing, sweetheart," he mumbled out, lowering himself near to the ground before pushing back up. "what were you saying?"

you pouted at the lack of reaction from him but you weren't going to give up. as you kept harping on, and truthfully you didn't even really know what you were talking about, your fingers continued to rub over his nipples in slow circles. you could hear him letting out those soft, sweet noises that had your panties staining and core growing hot.

gosh, he was such a dream.

he suddenly dropped himself to the ground, mumbling something to himself under his breath. "what are you saying?", you asked him, brushing away the wet strands of hair that stuck to his forehead.

he looked back to you, a smirk plastered on his face and scoffed. "you really know how to rile me up, don't ya doll?"

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[dollcher]

your blog is so cutesyyyy 😚😚

aww thank uu <3 i feel the same about urs too !

[dollcher]

shiu absolutely looovvveees to spoil you. after all, you're his precious little doll – he just can't help himself ♥︎ !

whatever you pick, touch, even look at, he's already getting it for you. no matter what it is, no matter how expensive it is, no matter how much he thinks it's an unnecessary purchase, he's buying it for you no questions asked. even with your protests, he pretends not to hear you and has already bought it for you. you may pout and scold him for indulging you so but the sweet smile on your face tells him otherwise and that flickers a fondness in his heart he didn't know he could ever feel before.

after a day of shopping, he always asks you to try them all on even though he has seen each of them already – he was helping you pick them out in the first place. but what can he say – he loves seeing you dolled up. you are a woman who likes the dainty, pastel clothes and my, does he love them too. the frills, the lace, the feminine touch to them all – heart eyes practically shoot from his eyes when he looks at you in your new wardrobe. he showers you in compliments, telling you how beautiful you look and how there isn't anyone who could ever compare to you.

his favourite day of the month is nail day! he loves to see your freshly manicured nails painted with the prettiest colours and designs. recently, you had been adding charms to your sets and that only made him love nail day even more. while that means he is spending more money, he does not care. your happiness is the only thing that matters to him. one time, without his knowledge, you had gotten his name drawn on one of his names and he swore he fell for you more in that moment.

your shiu's little princess and he adores spoiling you. as long as you're happy, he is happy.

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[dollcher]

mdni ୨୧.

toji had quite the dirty little secret.

whenever he knew he was going to be away for a few days for work, he would pocket one of your adorable, lace panties. it didn't matter which one — all of them had his dick straining in his boxers in mere seconds.

thought there was this particular pair of panties — cute white ones with a little bow sewn on the centre, delicate lace flowers detailed all over. and the best thing? when you had surprised him the new white lingerie set, you showed him his name stitched on the back in little pink lettering. god, he was scared he was going to cum right then 'n there when you showed him.

and now here was, sat alone on the bed of the hotel room, fisting his cock with the said white panties wrapped so prettily around him. today had been an unbelievably stressful day and who could better de-stress than his sweet doll?

nothing could compare to you, of course, but he had to settle for the next best thing, otherwise he felt like he would implode.

he was imagining you on top of him, bouncing up 'n down on his cock, coating it with your sweet arousal. how your syrupy walls stretched out for him yet would clench so desperately around him and the soft, cute moans you'd let out — fuck... he couldn't ever get enough you.

he was dreaming about your nails digging into his chest, clawing at him as he thrusted deeper into you, hitting you right where you liked it. your eyes would be shut, mouth slack as those pretty mewls spilled from your lips, face contorted in pure bliss.

what sent him over the edge was thinking about how you always whined his name whenever you were close. so cutely, so prettily, it always drove him wild. his hips were bucking up into his fist, eagerly trying to get to his release.

"toji, toji, tojiii~", you would be whimpering as your legs would tremble, walls milking him dry as you reached your climax, soaking him.

alas, here he lay, your white panties stained with his white, pearly cum, a deep guttural groan leaving his lips, just wishing it were actually you instead.

he sighed, getting himself off the bed to head to the shower, though not before flinging your panties into the washer. he wasn't that dirty of a man, after all.

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[dollcher]

thinking about doing eyeliner on raichi, telling him you wanted to practice your skills as an aspiring makeup artist yourself.

your hand was gently cupping one side of his face to keep him still while the other was holding the eyeliner pen, slowly drawing a line from the outer corner of his eye.

his eyes were closed, eyebrows furrowed slightly at the unfamiliar wet feeling of the black liquid blotting his face. "hey, can you relax your face please?", you said. "it's a bit hard to do this if you're kinda tense."

he let out a gruff grunt but complied with your request. his face softened, the scowl that was seemingly permanently etched onto his face dissolving and now sat before you was a boy who looked so... calm and dare you say, docile. such a contrast to his usual mad demeanour.

"you look so sweet like this, raichi," you said softly, filling in his eyes with the blank ink.

ba-dum! did his heart really just... skip a beat? he tried to convince himself otherwise but the heat rising to his cheeks, dusting it with a pretty light pink hue was enough confirmation. and added with the fact that he was leaning into your touch, heart fluttering from how your hand felt on his face — there was no denying it.

after you finished your handiwork on his left eye, you held a mirror up to his face, waiting anxiously for what he had to say. he stared at himself for a few moments, not saying a word and the expression on his face unreadable.

just as you were about to ask him about what he thought of it, he simply closed his eyes. when you asked him what he was doing, he mumbled, "ya gotta do the other one right? or it'll look stupid."

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[dollcher]

suggestive ୨୧.

you were clung onto ace's back as he did his push ups and you were babbling about whatever. this had become an almost everyday routine between you two when he worked out. he wanted to make himself stronger and having you on his back as extra weight was perfect for him — plus he loved hearing you yap to him and he loved the warmth of your body against his.

as he did his umpteenth push up of the day, your fingers accidentally grazed over his nipples while you had been trying to adjust yourself. if you weren't flushed up against him, you would have missed the tiny gasp that left his lips and the way his body had tensed, even though it was just for a second.

you smiled to yourself as you thought of a way of teasing your boyfriend.

you continued to go on with what you were talking about but now your fingers were slowly circling around his areola, just close enough to his nipples to give him a sliver of pleasure. you could hear his breathing getting more ragged and the tips of his ears turning a bright red. your plan was working and you wanted to see how long you could keep this going.

your fingers flicked over one of his nipple and a quiet whimper spilled from ace's lips. "what was that, honey?", you asked innocently, your index hovering over his now hardened bud.

"n-nothing, sweetheart," he mumbled out, lowering himself near to the ground before pushing back up. "what were you saying?"

you pouted at the lack of reaction from him but you weren't going to give up. as you kept harping on, and truthfully you didn't even really know what you were talking about, your fingers continued to rub over his nipples in slow circles. you could hear him letting out those soft, sweet noises that had your panties staining and core growing hot.

gosh, he was such a dream.

he suddenly dropped himself to the ground, mumbling something to himself under his breath. "what are you saying?", you asked him, brushing away the wet strands of hair that stuck to his forehead.

he looked back to you, a smirk plastered on his face and scoffed. "you really know how to rile me up, don't ya doll?"

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[dollcher]

mdni ୨୧.

barou prided himself on being a man of great discipline and will-power. he stuck to his routine religiously, never making excuses and showing utter devotion and dedication to fulfilling his dreams. and there was nothing that could shake or break him, whatever it may be.

until you proved him wrong.

you were sat on his lap, mindlessly babbling about something — a new tv show you were watching, something about your friends, this new item you wanted to buy. truthfully, he had no idea what you were harping on about. he couldn't concentrate at all on a single word you were saying — not with how your pussy was wrapped around him so deliciously, your insides so warm and wet. gosh, it was driving him mental.

his hold on your hips grew stronger when you shifted slightly, barou getting a teeny sense of pleasure but that was barely anything. he rested his forehead on your shoulder, taking in a deep breath to calm himself down. but when he saw how pretty your pussy looked with him inside you, his dick twitching, craving for any sort of friction.

'jeez, how does she have such a hold over me?', he thought to himself.

"you okay there, baby?", your tone was sweet, but he could detect the playfulness laced in your voice.

"i'm fine," he mumbled under his breath.

you knew your boyfriend. he was never going to accept 'defeat', the prideful, foolish man that he was. you knew this but you were just merely curious as to how long it would take before he folded.

you leaned into his ear and whispered in that sultry tone of yours that you knew drove him wild, "c'mon~ take me right here, right now."

he groaned in response, digging his nails deeper into your sides, leaving red crescent marks. his breathing was becoming a bit more ragged with each passing second as you sat there, twirling his hair in between your fingers.

he knew if he started moving, that would mean you won. the egoistic side of him was telling him to not move no matter what; that you had to be the one to cave in. yet the other side of him was telling him to just move for god's sake; to fuck you until you were seeing stars and until you knew nothing but his name.

after a few moments of silence, he lifted his head up to look at you, red eyes burning with pure lust and desire. he brought his lips near yours and said, his voice dropping even lower than it was, "don't cry to me once i've ruined you, pretty thing."

seems there was something that could break him — you ♡ !

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[dollcher]

mdni ୨୧.

dreaming about fucking oliver aiku right before his match ♡

oliver has you hoisted up against the wall of the changing room, your legs around his waist as he bullies his cock into you. hard and rough thrusts hitting your cervix in the way that had your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

"o-oliver~", you whine out, harshly tugging his dark strands.

"shh, you got to be quiet doll," he coos, gripping the plush of your ass harder than before. "don't want the others to hear the pretty noises you're making now, do we?"

you bite your bottom lip in attempts to suppress your moans, but it was of no use when he finally bottoms out in you, releasing a guttural groan, relishing the way your syrupy walls clenched around him.

your mewls and whines were growing louder, echoing throughout the room, and the both of you knew that his team could definitely hear you now. but the two of you didn't care.

he was actually feeding off of the sweet noises you were making, a sense of pride swelling in him, knowing that he was the only one who could make you feel this way and that none of his teammates could ever see how pretty you looked so fucked out.

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[dollcher]

working on a choso kamo workplace!au & i'm pretty excited + oddly giddy to write it~ just imagining him in his glasses, doing his work 'n indulging you in his interests . . oh my god my man <3 !

[dollcher]

mdni ୨୧.

toji had quite the dirty little secret.

whenever he knew he was going to be away for a few days for work, he would pocket one of your adorable, lace panties. it didn't matter which one — all of them had his dick straining in his boxers in mere seconds.

thought there was this particular pair of panties — cute white ones with a little bow sewn on the centre, delicate lace flowers detailed all over. and the best thing? when you had surprised him the new white lingerie set, you showed him his name stitched on the back in little pink lettering. god, he was scared he was going to cum right then 'n there when you showed him.

and now here was, sat alone on the bed of the hotel room, fisting his cock with the said white panties wrapped so prettily around him. today had been an unbelievably stressful day and who could better de-stress than his sweet doll?

nothing could compare to you, of course, but he had to settle for the next best thing, otherwise he felt like he would implode.

he was imagining you on top of him, bouncing up 'n down on his cock, coating it with your sweet arousal. how your syrupy walls stretched out for him yet would clench so desperately around him and the soft, cute moans you'd let out — fuck... he couldn't ever get enough you.

he was dreaming about your nails digging into his chest, clawing at him as he thrusted deeper into you, hitting you right where you liked it. your eyes would be shut, mouth slack as those pretty mewls spilled from your lips, face contorted in pure bliss.

what sent him over the edge was thinking about how you always whined his name whenever you were close. so cutely, so prettily, it always drove him wild. his hips were bucking up into his fist, eagerly trying to get to his release.

"toji, toji, tojiii~", you would be whimpering as your legs would tremble, walls milking him dry as you reached your climax, soaking him.

alas, here he lay, your white panties stained with his white, pearly cum, a deep guttural groan leaving his lips, just wishing it were actually you instead.

he sighed, getting himself off the bed to head to the shower, though not before flinging your panties into the washer. he wasn't that dirty of a man, after all.

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[dollcher]

i might re-vamp my theme :3

[dollcher]

mdni ୨୧.

dreaming about fucking oliver aiku right before his match ♡

oliver has you hoisted up against the wall of the changing room, your legs around his waist as he bullies his cock into you. hard and rough thrusts hitting your cervix in the way that had your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

"o-oliver~", you whine out, harshly tugging his dark strands.

"shh, you got to be quiet doll," he coos, gripping the plush of your ass harder than before. "don't want the others to hear the pretty noises you're making now, do we?"

you bite your bottom lip in attempts to suppress your moans, but it was of no use when he finally bottoms out in you, releasing a guttural groan, relishing the way your syrupy walls clenched around him.

your mewls and whines were growing louder, echoing throughout the room, and the both of you knew that his team could definitely hear you now. but the two of you didn't care.

he was actually feeding off of the sweet noises you were making, a sense of pride swelling in him, knowing that he was the only one who could make you feel this way and that none of his teammates could ever see how pretty you looked so fucked out.

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[dollcher]

mdni ୨୧.

barou prided himself on being a man of great discipline and will-power. he stuck to his routine religiously, never making excuses and showing utter devotion and dedication to fulfilling his dreams. and there was nothing that could shake or break him, whatever it may be.

until you proved him wrong.

you were sat on his lap, mindlessly babbling about something — a new tv show you were watching, something about your friends, this new item you wanted to buy. truthfully, he had no idea what you were harping on about. he couldn't concentrate at all on a single word you were saying — not with how your pussy was wrapped around him so deliciously, your insides so warm and wet. gosh, it was driving him mental.

his hold on your hips grew stronger when you shifted slightly, barou getting a teeny sense of pleasure but that was barely anything. he rested his forehead on your shoulder, taking in a deep breath to calm himself down. but when he saw how pretty your pussy looked with him inside you, his dick twitching, craving for any sort of friction.

'jeez, how does she have such a hold over me?', he thought to himself.

"you okay there, baby?", your tone was sweet, but he could detect the playfulness laced in your voice.

"i'm fine," he mumbled under his breath.

you knew your boyfriend. he was never going to accept 'defeat', the prideful, foolish man that he was. you knew this but you were just merely curious as to how long it would take before he folded.

you leaned into his ear and whispered in that sultry tone of yours that you knew drove him wild, "c'mon~ take me right here, right now."

he groaned in response, digging his nails deeper into your sides, leaving red crescent marks. his breathing was becoming a bit more ragged with each passing second as you sat there, twirling his hair in between your fingers.

he knew if he started moving, that would mean you won. the egoistic side of him was telling him to not move no matter what; that you had to be the one to cave in. yet the other side of him was telling him to just move for god's sake; to fuck you until you were seeing stars and until you knew nothing but his name.

after a few moments of silence, he lifted his head up to look at you, red eyes burning with pure lust and desire. he brought his lips near yours and said, his voice dropping even lower than it was, "don't cry to me once i've ruined you, pretty thing."

seems there was something that could break him — you ♡ !

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[dollcher]

thinking about doing eyeliner on raichi, telling him you wanted to practice your skills as an aspiring makeup artist yourself.

your hand was gently cupping one side of his face to keep him still while the other was holding the eyeliner pen, slowly drawing a line from the outer corner of his eye.

his eyes were closed, eyebrows furrowed slightly at the unfamiliar wet feeling of the black liquid blotting his face. "hey, can you relax your face please?", you said. "it's a bit hard to do this if you're kinda tense."

he let out a gruff grunt but complied with your request. his face softened, the scowl that was seemingly permanently etched onto his face dissolving and now sat before you was a boy who looked so... calm and dare you say, docile. such a contrast to his usual mad demeanour.

"you look so sweet like this, raichi," you said softly, filling in his eyes with the blank ink.

ba-dum! did his heart really just... skip a beat? he tried to convince himself otherwise but the heat rising to his cheeks, dusting it with a pretty light pink hue was enough confirmation. and added with the fact that he was leaning into your touch, heart fluttering from how your hand felt on his face — there was no denying it.

after you finished your handiwork on his left eye, you held a mirror up to his face, waiting anxiously for what he had to say. he stared at himself for a few moments, not saying a word and the expression on his face unreadable.

just as you were about to ask him about what he thought of it, he simply closed his eyes. when you asked him what he was doing, he mumbled, "ya gotta do the other one right? or it'll look stupid."

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