#again...not to get to deep with this show heh

[shawtuzi]

here’s a little draft i made a while back <3

cw include: throat training, throat fucking, suguru has a big dick, lots of praise, spit, cum eating, not proofread///wc: 2.6k

day one of throat training . . .

“go slow now, baby. there’s no rush,” suguru cooed down at you, a groan bubbling in his throat when you wrapped your hand around the base of his dick. he was big—intimidatingly big, but then again everything about suguru was intimidating.

right now though, his energy was very comforting. his tone was low and sweet as he spoke to you, his eyes filled with so much love and adoration that it made your heart swell.

your eyes slowly drifted from his to the angry red tip right in front of your lips, a dribble of pre trailing slowly down the side. before you could even lick at it, suguru was gripping your jaw with a tatted hand. “i mean it. don’t go pushing yourself to the point you get sick, i don’t mind the mess, but i know you’ll never be able to look me in the eyes again because you’ll be embarrassed.”

he was right and you knew that, but it didn’t stop you from rolling your eyes at the statement.

“i promise i won’t go overboard, now lemme taste? please?” suguru’s thumb rubbed over your glossed up lip gently, his head lowering in a small nod. you leant forward, giving the tip an experimental lick. you noticed his pierced eyebrow twitch, and licked again, and again until your lips were wrapped completely around the throbbing muscle.

your tongue rubbed slowly against the underside, this had suguru groaning quietly, his head tipping back slightly. much to your dismay your eyes had already begun to water, but you charged forward regardless.

“spit on it, get it wet,” suguru grunted, brushing his thumb over the apple of your cheek. with a hum you pulled off his cock, you gathered up all the spit in your mouth and puckered your lips, letting it dribble over his slit. “mm, fuck. good girl, now use your hands like i’ve showed you.”

geto was never the type to be silent about his likes and dislikes in the bedroom, so the first time you gave him head he made sure to show the ropes of how he liked it. he didn’t mind that you couldn’t take much of his cock down your throat—it was the fact that you were so determined to make him cum as hard as possible that it made him fall in love with the way you gave head.

you took his cock back into your mouth again, your tongue lolling over his slit as your hands wrapped around the base. with a deep groan suguru’s head fell back against the couch with a soft thud, his adams apple bobbing.

the first time he heard you gag he ignored it. he knew you could do better, so he let you continue. you gulped another inch down and gagged harder than the last time, a fresh batch of hot tears brimming your lash line. “heh, you’re halfway there, baby. this is the m-most you’ve ever taken,” suguru panted out, teeth catching onto his bottom lip.

you hummed around his cock, lashes fluttering to rid the tears in your eyes. suguru couldn’t fight the twitch in his dick when your hot tears landed on his thighs—he always had a thing for seeing you cry during times like this.

a particularly loud gag caught his attention, and that’s what had him pulling you back by your hair, a web of spit connecting to your lips and his cock. “why—why’d you make me stop?” suguru couldn’t help by chuckle at how raspy your voice had gotten, you were too cute. he maneuvered you into his lap, shushing your whines and protests with a sloppy kiss the second you were close enough.

“i was in the middle of somethin’,” you mumbled against his soft lips. suguru lifted up your tank top revealing your breasts. his teeth tugged gently on his lip ring as he ogled your naked chest, and after what felt like an eternity his eyes finally met yours. “sounded like you needed a break, besides i was gettin’ impatient. i need to be in her.” a squeak slipped past your lips when his hand cupped your pussy over your pajama shorts, his fingers dancing over the small wet patch in the center.

“seems like you were getting worked up too. you’re shorts are soaked, baby,” he chuckled, now using three fingers to rub at your cunt. your brows furrowed, kiss swollen lips parting the tiniest bit. suguru took that as an opportunity to pull you in for another bruising kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth.

suguru eventually got his way and had you bent over the armrest of the couch with three of his fingers shoved down down your throat while he fucked you from behind. when he was peak pussydrunk he slurred promises into your ear of how he would help you deepthroat his cock even if it took weeks.

day two of throat training . . .

“s-sugu i need a—hah! b-breakkkk!” suguru moaned against your pussy, your cries and pleas falling on deaf ears. you attempted to shut your thighs, but he just forced them right back open. as punishment he purposely ran the ball of his tongue piercing over your swollen clit earning a pitiful sob from you.

a hard smack on the back of the head finally had him pulling away, his thick brows pulled together in annoyance. “i know, i know i’m sorry, but in my defense i did say i needed a break,” you panted out, your hand coming down to brush his jet black hair out of his face. he mumbled out a thank you and kissed you clit one last time before finding his place next to you.

you were quick to cuddle into his side, and the hard on in his briefs was definitely making itself known with the way it poked at your lower tummy.

“sugu?”

“hm?”

“lemme suck you off again.”

suguru ran a hand through his hair before looking down at you, the corners of his lips lifting into a smile. he gave you a small nod and made quick work to push his briefs down his thighs. while you found a position to get comfortable in, geto spat in his hand and slowly worked that same hand up and down the length of his dick.

“gimme s’more spit, i wanna make it wet for you,” he grunted, holding his hand out for you. you ignored the burning feeling in your cheeks and obeyed his command, letting a glob of spit drip from your lips and onto his hand. he stroked himself for another minute before speaking, “open your mouth.”

your lips parted, greedily wrapping themselves around his leaking tip. suguru’s hand found purchase on the back of your neck, meanwhile the other hand cupped his balls, his fingers squeezing them ever so gently.

he was almost halfway in your mouth, and so far no tears! but that was very short lasting because a second later suguru thrusted his hips up, shoving his cock further down your throat. “ah, shit. your throat got so fuckin’ tight for a second,” he breathlessly chuckled, beads of sweat now starting to dot at his hairline.

“why don’t i help you out a lil.” suguru’s fingers wove themselves through your hair, securing a tight grip before planting his feet into the bed. you expected him to be a little rough, but not this rough. his bulbous tip was smacking the back of your throat so hard it was becoming difficult to breathe. “relax your jaw, don’t think t-too hard about it, baby,” he grunted, forcing your head down another inch, and then another. his cock was now more than halfway in your mouth.

“c‘mon just a little bit more—fuckkk, yeah there you go, pretty baby.” suguru’s tongue toyed with his lip piercing, tugging on it with his teeth ever so softly to add a little pain into the mix.

suddenly he felt a hand tap at his thigh rapidly, and that was his cue to lift your head, wet gasps and pants leaving your swollen lips. his chest was heaving, a thin sheen of sweat covering his pecs and abdomen.

“you good?”

your head was so cloudy it felt as though you were floating, all of your senses consumed by suguru. with a gulp you nodded, your hand wrapping around his dick to bring it to your lips once more. “i wanna—i wanna take more, wanna take all of it sugu.”

suguru’s tongue swiped across his bottom lip, “oh, i’m gonna help you take all of it, just not today, baby. let’s get you comfortable with where you’re at now.” and with that he was pushing his cock between your lips, his eyes fluttering when your tongue caressed the thick veins on the underside. “y-you’re fuckin’ heaven sent,” he moaned lowly, giving his balls a tender squeeze.

you moaned around him, hollowing your cheeks and sucking harshly to get a reaction out of him. this had suguru moaning louder than before, his thighs tensing when he felt the coil in his stomach wind tighter and tighter.

you were being so perfect for him, and that only made him want to ruin you even more. he wanted to see tears pour from your eyes and snot dribble from your nose, all while you moaned around his cock like a bitch in heat. he was almost there, he just had to push you a bit further, but that could wait for next time.

“y-you’re about to make me cum, baby. you gonna let me paint that tight throat white? hm?” with no warning he pushed your head as far as you would allow him, the sound of your choking causing the knot in his stomach to snap. seconds later you felt something hot coat your tongue and throat, and with all the strength you had, you swallowed around his cock, earning a deep groan from your boyfriend.

you pulled off his cock with a lewd pop, your chest heaving rapidly as you tried to catch your breath. suguru’s head tilted all the way back, body completely numb from one of the best orgasms you’ve ever given him. he could hear you quietly laughing at him, and then he felt you slither into his lap, his limp cock now pressing snuggly against your puffy pussy.

“you okay, honey?” you cooed, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. it took a minute, but eventually suguru’s eyes were fluttering open, and when he saw his lips curled into a lazy smile. “yeah m’good, baby. just needed a minute to recover, ya almost sucked my soul out,” he chuckled, tatted hand grabbing a handful of your ass. butterflies erupted in your tummy at his words, oh how you wanted to do it all over again and again and again until your jaw fell off.

but for now you settled on sucking on suguru’s pierced tongue while he ground your pussy against his already half hard dick <3

day three of throat training . . .

suguru wasn’t the jealous type. he was a secure man who believed that he was a good person, and an even better partner. it was rare that your sugu ever got jealous of you and another guy, but when he does . . . .

“sugu i—”

“aht, aht. zip it, i don’t wanna hear anything from you,” he grumbled, locking the door behind him once you both were inside your apartment. your lips were turned into a frown, heart tightening when he brushed past you and walked into your shared bedroom. you trailed behind him like a kicked puppy, your head hung low, and your lips pushed into a pout.

you hadn’t meant to entertain the very flirtatious waiter who was serving you two dinner, you were just making conversation! suguru didn’t see it that way unfortunately, hence why he was giving you so much attitude. you hated when suguru was upset with you, it made your stomach twist into knots do tight it almost made you sick.

while he slipped off his shoes and shrugged off his jacket you just stood to the side and watched, twiddling your fingers together until he said your name. your head lifted, eyes locking with his. he used two fingers to beckon you over, “c’mere, lemme unzip you.”

his annoyed facade slowly broke more and more as you stepped closer to him, he almost broke completely when he saw how glassy your eyes were. his touch was gentle as ever as he turned your back to him, nimble fingers slowly pulling the zipper to your dress down. you let it slip past your shoulders, leaving you in nothing but your lavender bra and panties.

you turned towards him, taking another step closer until your bodies were touching. you looked up at him with those doe eyes he could never resist, your chin resting on his chest. “please don’t be mad at me, sugu. i wasn’t trying to flirt back with him, honest!”

suguru sighed, his hands finding purchase on your hips. “i know you weren’t, baby. i just—i just got a little jealous is all, but i should’ve known better than to think such a thing. m’sorry i made you upset, i hate seeing you upset, especially if it’s my fault.” his thumb traced over your jaw gently as he spoke, and by the time he was finished talking your noses were practically touching.

“you’re gonna hurt your back if you stay like this,” you giggled, referring to the way he leaning over you. suguru chuckled, his tongue poking out to toy with his lip ring. “the back pain is worth it for you.”

ugh, he was just so perfect.

“you’re so sweet, sugu. i could just—”

“just what?”

your eyes flicked to his lower half and then back up, a small smirk curling at your lips. “so sweet to me i could just suck your soul out.”

he groaned at your words, his lower half pushing against yours out of instinct. you cupped him over his jeans, your teeth clamping onto your bottom lip. “i think tonight will be the night, m’gonna take it all sugu.” suguru’s dick twitched at your words, already hardening up underneath his briefs.

“yeah baby? think you can handle it all?” he questioned lowly, his hands cupping your chubby cheeks. you nodded, hearts practically forming in your eyes. your lips puckered slightly, and geto wasted no time pressing his lips against yours, his tongue swiping over your bottom lip. your lips parted, allowing his to duck your tongue into his mouth.

suguru grabbed a handful of your ass, his mouth opening wider to swallow up every moan and whimper you let slip out. “get on your knees, i’ma fuck your throat.”

before you knelt down suguru halted you, his hand wrapping around your wrist to bring you closer to the bed. he quickly tossed a throw pillow on the ground in front of you. “don’t want you to get carpet burn, or anything,” he grinned, undoing his belt and zipper. when he sat on the bed you made quick work to kneel in front of him, your knees digging into the plushness of the pillow.

his cock was rock hard by now, pre drooling from the tip and down the base. “remember, baby, relax your jaw and swallow around it. don’t think too hard about it either, just lemme ease it all the way in, yeah?” his words sounded muffled in your head, your attention solely focused on his twitching dick. your head bobbed in a mindless nod, your hand reaching up to wrap around the base.

it took a little time, but you managed to get more than half of his dick into your mouth without gagging too harshly. he let you take it at your own pace at first, but eventually he got too impatient.

your eyes widened when he forced your head down, leaving a little over an inch left. “hah, shit. so fuckin’ tight,” he grunted, cupping the bulge in your throat. he pushed down gently on it, and that’s what had you choking around his cock, a mix of drool and pre dribbling from the corners of your lips.

you remembered his previous statement and relaxed your jaw, taking the last few inches of him into your mouth. suguru was always vocal, but the sound the came out of his mouth just now was very new. you’d never heard him moan so loud and whiny before, it made a gush of wetness drip from your pussy and seep into the soft material of your panties.

“h-holy shit, okay, okay m’gonna fuck your throat now. just—just tap me really hard if you need a break.” and with that suguru began to thrust wildly into your mouth, you chokes and gags sounding like music to his ears. your throat was burning, and your jaw was beginning to ache, but you pushed through the pain to hear those lovely sounds suguru was making.

he pulled you completely off his cock, allowing you to get exactly seven seconds of air before pushing his cock back into your mouth. he had an iron grip on your hair, holding you in place as he bucked his hips up.

when his eyes flicked down he nearly busted at the way you looked. your eye makeup was completely smudged due to your free falling tears, and so was your lip combo that you had worked so hard on. you were in such a messy state, but to him you had never looked prettier.

“s-shit, i’m gonna cum. take that shit all down your throat, baby. take it, take it, take ittttt,” suguru’s thighs tensed and his head tilting back, a pornographic moan slipping past his lips. he pushed your head as low as it would go, your violent gags and spluttering falling on deaf ears. you whimpered around his cock as he painted your throat white, your nails digging red crescents into his thighs.

when his grip on your hair loosened you quickly lifted your head up, your lips parting desperately for air. “you’re shaking,” you mumbled, poking at suguru’s trembling thigh.

“yeah, i know i am. i jus’ need a minute . . . to . . . *sigh* recover.” as suguru spoke you took it upon yourself to leave little kisses all over the base of his cock, your tongue poking out to lick up any excess cum you missed. he wanted to tell you to stop, he really did, but suguru was just too weak for his baby.

that’s how he ended up cumming down your throat three more times before nearly passing out from exhaustion. you took charge of the aftercare that night, cuddling him and kissing all over his face while you whispered about how hot he sounded while you were giving him head.

and then the next morning when he woke up he wasn’t all too surprised when the first thing you did was paw at his cock over the blanket, your eyes fluttering oh so innocently as you asked him if you could suck him off again <333

[oceanicwedding]

— break me – !!

getting them so cockdrunk they end up wanting you to knock them up

• pairing – ( dom top ) reader x ( sub bot ) xiangli yao , brant ( seperate )

• tags – cock / dick / strap used for reader , afab chars , cervix fucking , mind break , belly bulge , breeding kink

hiii ... your favorite degen is officially NOT DEAD . i think idk . maybe i will hibernate again .. heh .. also , first time doing multi chara . hopefully this is fine .. im a little rusty sob sob : ' )

xiangli yao who lets out ragged breaths, legs being held up as he was on your lap. feeling your hard on press against his already dripping cunt. he bites his lip — he’s nervous. will that even fit..?

poor thing yelps as you lift him, lining up your cock with his needy hole. ‘wait’, he wants to say, only to be cut off as you let him sink onto your strap, promptly filling him up. fuck. fuck it’s big — he wants to cry. “ah – hhn.. gh — deep.. it’s too — hyanhH —?!”

he clenches down even more as he felt you bottom out inside of him. your cockhead pressing up against his sensitive cervix — his thighs are shaking, and you’re not even moving, yet yao’s already letting out dumb little mewls and pathetic whimpers. ah, you’re sure he could see the little bulge on his stomach, too.

you let go of his legs slowly, letting him sit down (not very) properly on your lap — with your strap still snug inside of him. “hnn.. hhmmgh.. mmnah – hah.. ♡ sho deep.. mm.. ♡”

yao’s brain has pretty much turned to mush. he can barely string out coherent thoughts, let alone sentences.. you almost felt bad for suddenly pushing him like this — but he ended up so cute, anyway. and he only got even louder when you finally started moving.

grabbing him by the wrist, other hand against his waist — as you thrusted into that warm hole of his in a slow pace, whispering little priases into his ear — telling him how good he feels around your dick. how well he’s taking your strap. the best part? he can’t even say anything back but dumb blabbering.

the way you’re thrusting into him — in that slow, yet brutal pace. the way your cockhead kisses his cervix — the way it kisses his womb.

“ah – ♡ mmgh.. breed me ♡ ah, ah –!! b – breed my womb.. ♡”

brant who is not shamed to show how greedy he is. his hips meeting your hard thrusts, eyes completely drunk.

“mmnH —♡♡ need you.. need you so much...♡” he moans out, feeling his cervix being kissed over and over and over again. as he locks his legs around your waist — his hand creeps onto his stomach, thumb brushing against the bulge on his abdomen, letting out a little giggle — “ehheh.. heh ♡ wan’ you to knock me up.. mnnh ♡”

you doubt he even knows what he’s saying at all. but with the way his cunt was greedily milking and clenching around your cock — you almost wanted to listen to him.

your thrusts don’t slow — in fact, they’ve gotten faster and harder. sloppy, wet noises echoing inside the room as you fuck into him with that brutal pace. if he loves it so much, it’s only natural for you to go harder, right?

he’s starting to sound disoriented. like he wasn’t expecting you to actually fasten your pace. there was a slight confused tone to his moans — his hands move to grip the sheets for some sort of support.

“ehh —?? hnmnGH —!!? ah, ah, ah —?” and wait — are you.. deeper inside of him than before? it was still possible to go deeper —?

it doesn’t take that long for him to be cumming all over your strap. his pussy clenching around you, coating you hardness with his juices. even with how genuinely confused he sounds, he doesn’t seem like he wants you to stop anytime soon...

you doubt he’ll be able to walk straight after this — or, at all.

wuwa m . list ♡

[simplygojo]

Gettin' A Full Service

author's note ⸺ Y'all I'm so sorry im nothin but a nasty dog bc no way this is 4.3k 💀. ANYWHO this smutty fic idea came to me when seeing the art used as the cover for this by @actuallyvalerie (original art is linked here), I just couldn't help myself from writing this...heh. Hope you enjoy!

pairing ⸺ Mechanic!Toji Fushiguro x reader

word count ⸺ 4.3k (im a nasty dog y'all...)

content ⸺ 18+ content, SMUT!, oral (reader receiving), intercourse, dirty sex, choking, pet names (pretty girl), fingering, slight overstimulation, mndi, reader has a vagina, reader uses female pronouns

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^^ art by @actuallyvalerie

The low rumble of engines filled the air as you stepped into the garage, the familiar scents of motor oil and gasoline swirling around you. Your heartbeat quickened the moment you caught sight of him—Toji Fushiguro. 

He was bent over the hood of his car, focused on something behind the propped-up hood.

The muscles in his broad back flexed as he worked, his white tank top clinging to his sweat-slicked skin. His strong arms glistened with a light sheen of sweat, smudged with streaks of oil that only added to the raw masculinity he exuded. 

A dark smear ran along his sharp jawline, the grease contrasting with his striking, rugged features. The late afternoon sun filters through the wide windows of Toji’s garage, casting long shadows across the floor as you lean against the doorframe, watching him work. 

His muscles flexed as he tightened a bolt with practiced ease. His black hair falls into his eyes, and he grunts, annoyed, pushing it back with his forearm before continuing.

You can’t help but smile at the sight. Toji, focused and in his element, and it was really turning you on…

The way he concentrated on the task at hand, brow furrowed and lips slightly parted as he grunted with effort, was enough to send heat coursing through you. Each twist of the wrench, every subtle shift of his frame, seemed to radiate raw masculinity, igniting a spark of desire deep within you.

Your pulse quickened, and you felt a warmth pooling in your core, drawn in by the mix of confidence and sheer masculinity he exuded.

Toji, sensing your gaze, glances over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow. “You gonna stand there all day or actually say something?” His voice is teasing, rough around the edges, but there’s that familiar smirk tugging at his lips, the one that makes your heart skip a beat.

You push off the doorframe and walk over, hands in your pockets, pretending to study the car (like you gave a damn) as if you understand half of what he’s doing. 

“Just admiring the view,” you reply with a grin, leaning against the workbench. “You sure know how to make fixing a car look… good.”

Toji snorts, wiping the grease from his hands onto a rag before tossing it aside. “Yeah? Well, don’t get used to it. Not many people get a free show.”

You roll your eyes at his usual bravado but can’t deny that there’s something captivating about him. He straightens up, towering over you with that smug grin still firmly in place. “What, you just came here to stare?”

You shrug, deciding to play along. “Maybe. Can’t blame me, right? You’re good at what you do.”

His smirk widens, and he steps closer, towering over you now. There’s an intensity in his gaze, but it’s softened by the playful glint in his eyes. “You saying I should charge for it?”

You laugh, lightly shoving him. “Please, you’d drive everyone away with that attitude.”

He chuckles, leaning back against the car, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “Probably. But you’re still here, so I must be doing something right.”

You look up at him, biting back a smile. “Guess I’m the lucky one, huh?”

Toji’s eyes narrow playfully, but there’s a warmth in his gaze that wasn’t there before. “Damn right.”

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence, the sounds of the garage filling the space once again. 

After a moment, you speak again, your voice softer. “Need any help?”

Toji glances at you, the corner of his mouth twitching. “You offering?”

You shrug, moving closer to inspect the tools scattered on the workbench. “Maybe. I’m not exactly a mechanic, but I can hold a wrench.”

He snorts, amused, and hands you a tool.

“Don’t hurt yourself. That’s my job.”

You take it, rolling your eyes at his comment. But as you stand next to him, following his instructions and working together on the car, there’s a quiet contentment in the air. 

You grip the wrench, watching Toji’s hands as he guides yours to the right bolt. His touch is firm, steady, sparking a heat between your thighs. His body is so close to yours that you felt the warmth radiating off him. 

You try to focus on the task at hand, but with Toji standing over you, the subtle scent of engine oil mixed with his cologne makes your heart race, and it's hard to concentrate.

"Like this?" You ask, adjusting the wrench in your hand, trying to distract yourself from your dirty thoughts.

Toji’s lips twitch into a smirk as he leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear.

"Tighten it, don’t baby it, baby." 

You roll your eyes but smile despite yourself. You give the wrench another turn, putting more effort into it this time.

"There. Happy?" You ask, looking up at him.

Toji’s gaze flickers down to meet yours, and for a moment, the air between you seems to thicken. 

His eyes darken, a hint of something playful yet dangerous lurking in them.

He doesn’t pull away. Instead, he leans in even closer, so close you can feel the brush of his arm against yours.

"Not bad," he murmurs, his voice low. His big arms reached over you and tightened the bolt even more, just showing off his strength. "Maybe you’re not as useless around here as I thought."

You narrow your eyes at him, though there’s no real annoyance in your expression. "Oh, please. I’m the best help you’ve ever had."

Toji’s grin widens, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Big words for someone who didn’t even know where the wrench was five minutes ago."

You open your mouth to retort, but before you can, he reaches past you to grab another tool, his arm brushing against your side. 

He doesn’t move away, staying so close that your shoulders are practically touching. It’s deliberate—you can tell by the smug look on his face.

Your heart skips a beat, but you don’t back down. Instead, you let your own smile grow, deciding to meet his teasing head-on.

"Maybe I don’t know cars, but I know you like showing off. How long did it take you to fix that last engine again? Two hours?"

Toji lets out a low chuckle, clearly enjoying your banter. "Two hours, and it was perfect. Don’t forget that part."

You tilt your head, raising an eyebrow. "Perfect, huh? Or just barely passable?"

He narrows his eyes at you, though there’s a playful edge in his gaze.

"Careful. You’re gonna talk yourself out of a favour if you keep that up."

"Oh? What favour?" you ask, leaning against the car now, your arms crossed, fully enjoying the back-and-forth.

Toji leans down, bringing his face closer to yours, his grin shifting into something more dangerous, more tempting. "The one where I let you stick around here. Don’t think I’ll keep you around for free."

Your breath hitches slightly, but you don’t let it show. Instead, you match his energy, pushing back without missing a beat.

"Oh, so you’re saying I have to work to earn my keep? What’s the price, then? More wrench-holding?"

He chuckles again, the sound deep and rich, vibrating through the air between you. 

His eyes lock onto yours, and for a moment, the teasing fades into something heavier, something that lingers in the charged space between your bodies. 

He’s close enough now that you can see the flecks of green in his eyes, close enough that you can feel the warmth rolling off him.

"Nah," Toji says, his voice dropping an octave, turning more serious but still holding that playful tone.

"I’ve got enough wrenches. I’m thinkin’ of something a little more… personal."

You can feel your pulse quicken, but you don’t look away. "Oh? Like what?"

He leans in, just barely brushing his lips against your ear.

"Guess you’ll just have to stick around to find out."

For a second, the world seems to slow down, your senses overwhelmed by the proximity of him, the way his voice sends shivers down your spine. 

But before you can say anything, Toji pulls back, the smirk returning to his face as he casually grabs another tool and turns back to the car, as if nothing just happened.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, your heart still pounding in your chest.

Toji always knows exactly how to push your buttons, how to get under your skin in a way that leaves you wanting more.

“Tease,” you mutter under your breath, shaking your head with a smile.

Toji glances over his shoulder, the corner of his mouth quirking up.

“I’m not teasing this time, I’m just busy. Like I said, stick around...”

His voice was low, almost serious, but that playful gleam in his eyes hasn’t faded. 

He gives you a wink, and something about the way he says it sends a shiver down your spine.

You open your mouth to reply, but words seem to get stuck in your throat. The way he’s looking at you right now—like you’re the only thing in the room worth paying attention to—makes your pulse quicken. 

The air between you feels heavy, charged with an energy you can’t quite name.

Toji watches your reaction closely, his grin fading into something softer, more intense. He drops the tool he was holding onto the workbench and turns fully toward you, wiping his hands on the rag before tossing it aside.

“You really think I’m just messin’ with you?”

Your breath catches as he steps closer, closing the already small distance between you. His presence is overwhelming—tall, broad, and carrying that rough, irresistible confidence he always seems to have. 

But this time, there’s something else in the way he looks at you, something different. His teasing smirk is gone, replaced by a look that makes your heart race.

“Toji…” you start, but you’re not even sure what you want to say.

He reaches out, his fingers brushing lightly against your chin, tilting your face up so that you’re forced to meet his eyes. The touch is surprisingly gentle, almost tender.

“I’m serious,” he says quietly, his voice low and rough around the edges. “You think I haven’t noticed? The way you look at me, the way you linger around here like you’re waitin’ for something to happen.”

Your cheeks burn at his words, and you’re not sure if it’s from embarrassment or anticipation.

Maybe both.

But before you can respond, Toji’s hand slips from your chin, moving to rest against the side of your neck, his thumb brushing against your skin. The touch sends a jolt of electricity through you.

“I’ve been holding back,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse, like he’s been keeping this confession locked away for too long.

The dark, dangerous edge in his tone sends a shiver down your spine. His grip on you tightens slightly, a subtle indication of just how much control he’s been forcing himself to maintain.

You’re painfully aware of how close he is now—his broad frame nearly eclipsing yours, his body radiating a heat that makes it harder to breathe. The faint scents of oil and metal lingers in the air, mixing with something distinctly him. It’s intoxicating.

“M’didn’t wanna push too far, but... maybe I’ve been waitin' for you to give me the green light.” His words hang in the air, a challenge wrapped in velvet. It’s like a line drawn in the sand, daring you to cross it.

Your heart pounds, adrenaline coursing through your veins. Every inch of you is hyper-aware of Toji—the way his hand lingers on your neck, the way his gaze seems to devour you. You want this. God, you want this.

“What if I gave you that green light right now?” The words leave your lips before you can fully process them, but there’s no hesitation, no second-guessing.

For a fleeting moment, Toji’s pupils dilate, his eyes narrowing with something primal, something dangerous. The smirk that spreads across his face is no longer playful—it’s predatory.

“Then I wouldn’t waste any more time.”

Before you can draw another breath, his mouth crashes down on yours, and it’s like a dam breaking—everything he’s been holding back unleashed in one searing, possessive kiss.

His hands move from your throat to your waist, pulling you against him so fiercely that your feet nearly leave the ground.

There’s nothing gentle about the way he kisses you. His lips are demanding, rough, as if he’s staking a claim.

You can feel the pent-up tension in every movement—the way his teeth graze your lower lip, the way his hands grip your hips like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he loosens his hold.

Your hands move instinctively to his hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands, pulling him even closer.

You match his intensity, giving in to the heat that’s been simmering between you both for far too long. Every brush of his lips, every press of his body against yours ignites a fire low in your belly, making you ache for more.

Toji pulls back for just a moment, his lips hovering dangerously close to yours as he catches his breath. His eyes, hooded and dark, search yours as if looking for any trace of hesitation. But there is none.

“You sure you’re ready for this?” His voice is low, rumbling with barely restrained need.

Your answer comes not in words but in the way you tug him back to you, pressing your lips to his once more, harder this time, as if you’re trying to tell him with your body what your words can’t quite express.

Toji groans softly, the sound vibrating against your mouth as his hands begin to explore, sliding under the hem of your shirt.

His touch is scorching, sending jolts of electricity through your skin. 

There’s an urgency now, a desperation in the way his hands roam your body, as if he’s trying to memorize every inch of you. 

Your back hits the cold metal of his car behind you, the chill momentarily cutting through the heat between you, but it only seems to heighten the tension. 

Toji’s hands are firm on your waist, holding you in place against the cool surface, his body pressed against yours in a way that has your pulse racing.

He breaks the kiss, breathing heavily, his eyes smouldering with an intensity that makes your stomach flip. The darkness in his gaze has only grown deeper, and when he speaks, his voice is rough, husky, full of raw need.

“I’ve been patient,” he mutters, his thumb brushing over the sensitive skin just above the waistband of your jeans. “But you don’t want me to hold back anymore, do you?”

The way he says it, the low growl in his voice, sends a wave of heat straight to your throbbing pussy. 

You can only manage a small shake of your head, your throat too tight to form any words.

His lips twist into a smirk, something predatory glinting in his eyes as he steps back just enough to grab you by the waist and hoist you effortlessly onto the hood of the car behind you. 

He quickly unbuttoned your jeans, sliding them off your legs, letting his hands roam your skin.

The cold metal beneath you contrasts sharply with the warmth of his body as he steps between your legs, spreading them open with a firm grip on your thighs.

“You’ve been teasing me, y’know that?” he growls, his voice low and dangerous as his hands trace the outline of your hips, fingers brushing the edge of your panties.

“You comin’ in here wearing these tight jeans, given’ me those looks.”

Before you can respond, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties and, with one sharp tug, the fabric tears apart in his hands. 

The sound of it—quick and final—echoes in the small garage, and the cool air hits your skin, making you gasp.

Toji’s eyes darken as he looks down at you, his gaze hungry and unrestrained. He licks his lips, the smirk from earlier gone, replaced with something far more serious.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, his hands sliding up your inner thighs, rough fingers brushing the sensitive skin as he leans down, bringing his face closer to your dripping cunt. His breath ghosts over your exposed skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Such a pretty sight.”

He pauses for a second, his thumb brushing dangerously close to your center, teasing, but not yet giving you the touch you desperately need. You squeeze your eyes shut, your head falling back with pleasure.  

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do this.”

Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he lets his thumb slide over your slick folds, testing your reaction, watching the way your body responds under his touch. The anticipation, the raw hunger in his gaze, it’s all too much, and you let out a desperate moan. 

Your breath hitches as Toji's thumb slides teasingly through your folds, his touch both rough and deliberate.

You try to bite back the groan threatening to escape your lips, but the way his eyes flicker up to meet yours tells you he notices everything.

“Don’t hold back now,” he rasps, his voice gravelly, sending shivers down your spine.

“I wanna hear every pretty sound you make.”

Before you can react, he dips his head between your thighs, and the warmth of his breath against your sensitive skin makes your body tremble. His hands grip your thighs firmly, keeping you in place, as his tongue traces a slow, agonizing path over your slick heat.

Your gasp echoes through the garage, head falling back against the hood of his car as pleasure surges through you. 

You feel Toji’s lips curl into a smirk against you, clearly enjoying the way your body reacts to his touch. 

He doesn’t hold back—his tongue flicks, swirls, and sucks, each movement precise and calculated, as though he’s savouring every moment of this.

“Fuck, Toji—” you gasp, your hands instinctively flying to his hair, tugging at the dark strands as the heat builds inside you.

Toji growls in response, the vibrations of his voice against your pussy sending waves of pleasure through you, making your thighs shake. 

He dives in deeper, his mouth working relentlessly, tasting every inch of you, each flick of his tongue pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

The sensation is overwhelming—his lips, his tongue, the way his fingers dig into your thighs, holding you open for him, like you’re his to devour. 

It’s too much and not enough all at once. Every brush of his mouth over your clit sends electricity shooting through your body, and leaves you whining for more.

Your hips buck instinctively, seeking more, needing more of the pleasure he’s giving you.

Toji chuckles, dark and amused, his voice muffled as he continues to work you with his mouth. “So needy,” he murmurs, his voice like velvet against your heated skin. “I like that.”

It’s like he knows exactly how to unravel you, like he’s been waiting for this moment, studying you, learning your body, just so he could do this—just so he could make you fall apart beneath him.

“Toji—m' gonna cum,” you choke out, your voice barely a whisper, but he knows what you need. 

He speeds up, his mouth and fingers working in tandem, the relentless pace driving you higher and higher, until the world falls away and all that’s left is him, his touch, and the pleasure that crashes over you in waves.

You cry out as your orgasm rips through you, your thighs clamping around his head as your body shakes with the intensity of it. 

But Toji doesn't let up, continuing to lap at you, drawing out your pleasure until you're trembling from the aftershocks.

Finally, he pulls back, his lips and chin glistening as he looks up at you with a satisfied grin, eyes dark with lust. He wipes the back of his hand across his mouth, standing back up, towering over you once again.

“Come here, pretty girl,” he rasps, his voice a low growl that sends another wave of heat through your body.

Before you can catch your breath, his large hand slides behind your neck, gripping it firmly, but not harshly. 

He lifts you from your position on the car, pulling you up until you’re sitting in front of him, your legs dangling off the edge of the hood. His hand lingers at your neck, his thumb brushing against your pulse, feeling the rapid beat of your heart.

Your body is still humming with the afterglow of your orgasm, but when you glance down and see Toji’s other hand move to the waistband of his pants, your breath hitches again. 

He keeps his eyes locked on yours as he unbuttons them slowly, deliberately, the tension between you thickening once more.

Toji's eyes gleamed with that dark hunger as his grip on your neck tightened just a fraction, enough to remind you who was in control. His free hand moved to the back of your thigh, pulling you forward on the car until you could feel the heat of him between your legs.

“Look at you,” he growled, his voice low and rough as his hand caressed the curve of your hip, dragging you closer to him.

“So pretty, all spread out for me.”

Your breath caught as you felt the tip of him brush against your entrance, your entire body already aching for him, needing more. You leaned into his grip on your neck, your pulse racing beneath his fingers as you whispered,

“Please, Toji…”

He chuckled darkly at the desperation in your voice, his grin widening as he pressed himself just a little harder against you, teasing you.

“Please what, baby? You gotta use your words.”

You squirmed under his grip, your body screaming for more contact, for him to stop teasing.

“God Toji—I want y’to fuck me,” you said in frustration, your voice barely audible as your body begged for him.

“Good girl.” His voice was a low, approving growl as he finally lined himself up with you, his voice sent another wave of heat to your aching pussy. Without another word, he pulled you forward, thrusting into you in one swift motion.

The sudden stretch had you gasping, eyes wide as your walls adjusted to his size, the feeling of him filling you completely was overwhelming.

Toji groaned, his grip on your neck tightening as he stilled inside you, savouring the feeling for just a moment. You grabbed his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he muttered through clenched teeth, his eyes locked on yours as each thrust sent a shockwave of pleasure through your body.

Your hands instinctively reached for him, fingers tangling in his dark hair as you clung to him, every nerve in your body on fire. Toji’s lips curled into a smug grin at the way you responded to him, the way your body seemed to melt under his touch.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” He rasped, his breath hot against your ear as he leaned in closer while maintaining his rough pace. His grip on your neck shifted to pull your head back slightly. 

“Tell me how good it feels.”

“It’s so good,” you moaned, your voice trembling as he began to pick up the pace, the force of his thrusts making the car creak beneath you. 

Every movement pushed you higher, the pressure building inside you all over again as Toji took you apart piece by piece.

Toji’s pace became relentless, each thrust hitting deeper, harder, and your body was a live wire, every nerve tingling under his touch. The pressure inside you built impossibly fast, the pleasure coiling tight in your core, threatening to snap.

“Toji—" you whimpered, barely able to form words as he drove into you, your body quivering beneath him. 

Hot tears pricked at your eyes from the overstimulation you felt—never ever had anyone fucked you like this.

He groaned at the sound of your voice, his lips brushing against your ear.

"That’s it, pretty girl. Cum f’me," he rasped, his hand tightening around your neck just enough to send a thrill through you.

The roughness of his voice, the commanding way he held you—it pushed you over the edge. 

Your body tensed, the world spinning as your orgasm ripped through you with a force that left you gasping, your walls clenching tightly around him as wave after wave of pleasure coursing through your veins.

You cried out his name followed by a pornographic moan, legs trembling, your nails digging into his shoulders as you rode the intensity of it, your whole body shaking as the pleasure overtook you. 

Toji’s hand slipped from your neck, sliding down to your waist as he kept moving, working you through the aftershocks as your body convulsed beneath him.

“There you go,” he growled, his voice thick with satisfaction, his hips slowing as he watched the way you writhed under him, completely lost in the ecstasy he’d given you.

Panting and spent, your body collapsed back against the car, your chest heaving as the last waves of your orgasm rolled through you.

Toji’s eyes gleamed with pride as he pulled out, his hands still possessively resting on your hips.

"You look so damn pretty when you cum," he murmured, leaning down to press a rough kiss against your lips, your body still tingling from the intensity of it all.

You were utterly spent, trembling in the aftermath, but as Toji’s lips curled into that familiar smirk, you knew...

He wasn’t done with you yet.

[anantaru]

— you ask him "can i sit on your lap?"

including heizou, lyney, wriothesley, alhaitham x gn! reader

꒰ genre ꒱ — fluff, established relationship, a tiny bit suggestive towards the end (wriothesley's part, basically the last paragraph hints at something suggestive)

— heizou

the door to heizou's office was closed behind you two, leaving the rest of the world outside as you laid on a couch while he was practically glued to his office-desk— his countenance focused, absorbed in the current case he was working on.

to some, it might appear as boring when you both spend time like that, but to you it was the exact opposite— not only were you able to work on your own stuff in his office, in fact, you're not getting distracted by anything there, but heizou will always spend the night at your place after he was done with work.

although sometimes, you catch yourself become bored once you've finished up everything you had to do yourself, and immediately decide to walk towards his desk, your eyes holding a secret glow only he was able to understand.

"how far are you?" you ask, "already cracked the case?" tilting your head to the sight before lazily leaning against his desk.

heizou smirks before brushing one hand through his tousled hair, "almost done, heh, i'm almost there,"

you know— you know, you shouldn't bother him while he was busy with solving this case, but watching him actually do it was very much attractive. it's constant in his behavior, your boyfriend was just effortlessly handsome when he skimmed over a case, never seeing the glass as half full— he see it brimming to the top, filled with all his brilliance. 

to add on to that, the both of you couldn't be apart from each other for a long time anyways, it was like watching two magnets, pushing and pulling until they finally clicked back into place.

"can i sit on your lap?" you say in a whispered utterance that was setting his heart ablaze, "i want to watch you solve it," and the way you spoke to him in that sound, heizou's facial features instantly turn softly into kindness, a carefree laugh attached to him.

"you don't have to ask, come here."

heizou instantly makes space for you before guiding you towards his lap, and an immediate rush of warm air rises when he wraps his arms around you, the tension roiling and manifesting into heart-shaped clouds.

now, as a result of being so close to your boyfriend, his slightly sweet fragrance overruns your senses when you rest your head against his shoulder, sighing out through your mouth.

"you wanna help me solve this case, hm?" the man snickers as his palm smoothes along your thigh, "i will do whatever you want if you solve it before me,"

"i can try," you claim confidently and shift on his lap.

a gleeful light falls into his deep, black pupils when you agree, his lips curved up into a smile, "but don't get mad if i beat you!"

— lyney

"see? that's how you hide a card and make it appear again,"

lyney moves his fingers around the pack of cards with such frightening precision that you could evidently witness with fierce clarity that, well, you cannot possibly memorize this magic trick with the confused blur in your eyes— despite the fact that he has shown you the exact same trick three times in a row now.

you sigh out in defeat, your eyes skimming over his hands as you're both sitting on the couch next to each other, "I still don't get it," your words were breathless but liquid with embarrassment, even though there was nothing to be embarrassed about— because you see, lyney would never reveal a trick to anybody, not even to his significant other.

after all, it's a magicians greatest strength to keep their cunning mischiefs hidden away.

in fact, he only offered to show you because he really liked that befuddled look on your face, he finds it so cute, pretty and sweet.

a somewhat devious, but calm smile hovers on his face as he watches you in awe, one hand now lingering on your arm, a silent plea for you to stay.

"hm, you know what? let me look at it from a different view," you grin before tenderly kissing his cheek, "it's difficult watching from the side like that, you know?" then place a small peck on his jaw before working yourself towards his soft lips at last.

"can i sit on your lap?" you say and lyney almost whines at your request, a pretty sparkle on your eyes worsening his condition, your voice barely above a whisper.

on a surface level, you were dating lyney for quite a while now and were utterly aware that he was probably trying to confuse you with his magic tricks, and although you do not welcome it, you also did not mind because letting him confuse you wasn't necessarily a bad thing— since lyney would always become so confident and loving, not to mention excited to show and tell you more about his passion.

he blushes a little, an emotion such as this one was probably one of the only ones a magician of his caliber was unable to disguise.

"of course," lyney takes a deep breath before straightening his posture out, parting his arms so you could easily settle on his lap.

once you're on his lap, he kisses your shoulder before resting his head in the nook of your neck, "i'll start over now, you ready?"

"i am!" you retort back, "i will get it this time," as a lazy smirk spreads across your face before you begin to melt into his embrace.

— wriothesley

for you to be able to see each other as often as possible, you tend to visit wriothesley at work every now and then— sometimes you feel quite lonely since your boyfriend was always occupied with his job, so when you open the door to his office at last, he holds a benevolent presence on his demeanor, mirth possessing his eyes at the pure look of you walking into the room.

and to make this situation even sweeter, wriothesley shows you a tight-lipped, tender smile on his attractive face, delving into the soothing energy you always brought forth in him.

time seemed to stand still as your eyes met, and wriothesley immediately rises from his seat, cheeks flushing brightly, "you're finally here," his voice jovial-alike, so jovial that it set your entire tone for the day, "i was waiting for you, love,"

his walk was quick as he could barely wait to hug you— in fact, you honestly applaud him for how impossibly fast he has reached you as two muscular arms wrap around your body in no time, a silent language of shared passion being spoken.

"i'm sorry that i have kept you waiting, i'm a bit late, aren't i?" with a meaningful smile, you cup his cheeks before stroking the skin with your thumb.

lost in your eyes, wriothesley watches you through a soft look of through his thick lashes, "—oh, yeah? you did? i couldn't tell."

"but now that you're mentioning it, hm, how brave of you to keep me waiting like that," wriothesley utters in a fooling timbre, "—knowing that I've missed you all day," he continues to tease you before guiding you towards his desk by your hand.

on a normal day, the duke would offer you to sit on his office chair just because he finds it cute and somewhat hilarious— in fact, your cuteness in general was off the charts, it practically had its own gravitational pull.

you do not sit down and instead wrap your arms around his neck, "looks like someone's not quite perfect after all," wriothesley jokes in a tone that was warm and inviting, eliciting an immediate laugh from you.

you pout at him, "hey! if that's the case i'm taking my apology back right now,"

half jokingly, you avert your gaze as to tease him for once, although his overconfidence was like a blazing torch, nothing was capable to rush through it.

wriothesley keeps a prolonged eye contact with you so he could intensify the triumph over this situation, watching how you're crumbling first and losing the game, a playful wink adding a touch of humor to his jest.

"ouch, my love, you heart my heart crack right now?" the duke knits his eyebrows together as he kisses your forehead, his voice light with a hint of playfulness.

you roll your eyes, "hmpf, that's what you get."

the air was charged with a gentle, bubbly energy as wriothesley slightly pushes his office chair towards your direction to make you sit down— he believed you must be tired from today, in fact, the night was slowly approaching and he could tell by how often you'd yawn out.

you look at the chair before searching for your boyfriends eyes again, "is it okay if i sit on your lap instead?" you ask shyly, "i want to watch you work," certainly, that look on your face told him all he needed to know,

"—and cuddle," especially with that twinkle in your eyes.

"you sure? i might be unable to sit still," he grins, leaning closer to your ear before pulling you on to his lap, "make sure to keep your eyes wide open for me, no sleeping," wriothesley kisses your cheek, his voice a soft murmur that boiled the blood in your veins.

"working with me can be quite the handful, you know," he claims confidently, yet you weren't new to your boyfriend's manner of speaking— because you see, in secret he was hinting at something way different than you simply sitting on his lap.

— alhaitham

eyes fluttering shut, you lean against alhaitham's shoulder while your knee would nudge against his own ever so often, swaying from left to right.

it's this particular hour of the day again, where your boyfriend would read to you in the park, it's a simple date yet the both of you preferred it above everything else— it's the vibrancy of various petals decorating the nature that was boldly unique to you, surrounding your bodies so delicately and pure that you couldn't help yourself but feel weary due to the dainty scenery.

for some reason, you cannot keep your eyes open this time but proceeded to give your utmost best to keep your fatigue hidden from the scribe's eyes— granting the fact that he had figured it out the second he saw you.

it was utterly unfair, that's what it was, because there was nothing you cherished more then spending time with your boyfriend like that, in midst the sounds of cooing pigeons in the garden as  sun washes the garden with a golden glow.

alhaitham liked it to, especially reading his favorite books to you was something he thought was beneficial to the both of you. most importantly, he noticed how he was igniting an inner smile in your soul, that kind that burns warm and long, he loves that smile, he couldn't possibly become satiated by it ever.

in a fleeting moment, he places his warm palm against your knee, "hey, you're falling asleep," he claims, a little stoic, "we should head home so you can rest,"

no, please no, you yell inwardly before rubbing your eyes— every ounce of your remaining strength was dedicated to maintaining your eyes open and stay within this scenery a little longer.

"it's okay, i am fine, i promise," you panic, then yawn, yikes, what a way for your body to go behind your back.

hand in hand with your weary state of mind, you move your body before standing up to reclaim your energy, "you can keep reading to me, please, it was getting interesting,"

you're attempting to salvage just an ounce of this date, your eyebrows knitting together in displeasure as you yawn out again.

"i love listening to you."

"there's no point in that if you're falling asleep,"

alhaitham takes your hand, delicately pulling your body towards his own as to inspect your fatigued expression, "we can postpone this, the book isn't running anywhere and neither am i," he smiles gently, silently running his thumb along your knuckles so you'd calm yourself down a little, his homely trace sending a shiver down your spine.

without dissembling anything, it wasn't the book you feared to miss out on— in fact, it was about alhaitham himself. as the scribe of the akademiya he had always been busy and it could become very difficult to plan dates in advance.

to note that even after he might finish up his duties for the day a little earlier, he preferred to stay within the warm confines of his home which you did not mind either.

"alhaitham?" you heave out, something unspoken yet profound being exchanged as your body tests the waters by moving forward, "can i sit on your lap? that way i will surely stay awake, i promise."

alhaitham cocks a curious brow at you, "oh, you will?" he inquires as you nod your head, "in that case, please be my guest,"

the scribe shuffles in his seat as he spreads his legs a little, waiting for you to sit on his lap as one of his hands guide you down while the other held on to the beige-colored book.

the scribe looks at you through thick eyelashes, his face wholly relaxed as you loop one arm around his shoulders to steady yourself, your  lips contorting into a deep, happy smile.

"are you comfortable enough?" he asks as you shift your weight from one leg to another, "very much, thank you."

alhaitham holds you by your waist, strong enough that you could leisurely lean back without fearing of actually dropping on the ground. after figuring out a comfortable setting for the both of you, he flips his book open with one hand as your body subconsciously heats up at his tender palm rubbing circles on your waist.

a cool breeze swirls around you both when he resumes to the book like nothing has changed at all, his choice in tone dignified and unwavering as he reads the first paragraph to you, smiling at your sweet face when he notices how you were drifting into a much deeper sleep.

©2024 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify, claim as your own

[rav1377]

Bear’s Den

bearshifter/hybrid!John Price x fem!reader

tw:SMUTTTTT! EEK!!!! kidnapping? Sorta-idk other crazy stuff, reader described as sort of chubby, somno , stc

THIS IS GONNA BE A SERIES 😝😝😝😝😝Got carried away the need to hibernate has been itching under John’s skin for some time. it’s getting closer and closer, he can feel it. he’s been stocking up more and more, ensuring to buy an abundance of goods at the supermarket, or hunting out more. he’d been eating a lot more lately, growing a layer of fat over his muscles. so he was out on another grocery run, preparing for the upcoming season. he was deep in thought, contemplating the excuse for the one or two people who might come questioning if he doesn’t show up for a few months. that’s how he meets you. as he’s reaching for a can of beans, his hands brush yours. he didn’t even see you, too focused on something else. so when his eyes flit over you, he’s taken aback. you might just be the most tempting thing he’s ever laid his eyes on. your hair falls perfectly, bringing out the features in your face. your soft skin is delicate and unmarried, free of scars and marks. it’s so different from John’s skin. your body soft and sweet, the little dress you wear looks like it’d been made for only you. it showed your legs, cellulite causing a few small dimples on your thighs. John might pass out as he looks at them, they’re thick and plump, connected to a good pair of hips. good hips for cubs. John thinks, and the thought sticks in his head like molasses as you open your sweet little mouth

“oh! sorry about that.” you say, jerking your hand back. you smile up at the man, and his eyes stare blankly at you. it’s like your voice knocked him out of a trance, and he blinks. “n-no, my fault love, ‘m sorry.” he says, stepping back to let you get the can. “go ahead.” he says and you shake your pretty head. “no sir, please you were here first.” John’s eyes seem to bear into your own and you grow flustered, cheeks reddening. still, you don’t make a move. “you need it more than I do.” Is all you say. so instead of leaving you there smiling at him with those little lips, he reaches for the can you were going for before placing it in your handheld basket. “o-oh thank you.” you say, looking up at him. “‘f course. always happy to help a beautiful girl.” he says and you chuckle. “it’s not nice to lie.” you say, smiling. “oh ‘m not lying love.” is all he responds with. so with hot cheeks and your can of beans, you thank him again before waving and walking off. John lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding before staring at where you were. something tugged at his heart and all he could think was mate mate mate mate mate. in his addled mind, you were perfect to be his mate. perfect to bear his cubs, being so nice to him, offering him food.

he knew he had to have you. it was decided the moment you opened that mouth of yours. he forgot about the rest of his groceries, bringing what he had to the front. at the checkout, he “bumped” into you again at the self checkout. you talk to him again, open now that you know him, not some total stranger. your eyes take in the contents of his basket, laden with non perishables and plenty of protein. “stocking up for winter, huh?” you joke, smiling as you scan the items in your basket. “heh. somethin’ like that lovie.” is all he says. he knew that he should say something more to you, do something, but he couldn’t think straight. so he kept it simple. “i like your dress. It looks nice.” he grunts out, eyes trained on his items so he doesn’t have to look at you. little does he know, you flush at the compliment. he thinks you look nice! this beefy man at the checkout line with the mutton chops thinks you look nice. you swear you might melt. when you’d bumped into him earlier you thought nothing could come of it, that you ran into the man of your dreams, only to be left alone again when you walked off. you’d only done that because surely he couldn’t be interested in you.

he was tall, taller than you and covered in hair. his mutton chops suited him perfectly, and his blue eyes looked at you like you mattered. his chest and torso were broad, stomach covered in a good bit of fat. still, there was no doubt that he wasn’t strong. his biceps were nothing but an indication of that. when you were in the checkout line, you’d thought you’d never talk to him again. “thank you! ‘s my favorite one honestly.” you reply, smiling with your teeth at the large man. his chest puffs out at that, preening that he made you smile. John pulls out his card and pays for his groceries, keeping them in the canvas bags they provide. when you fumble for your own wallet, John shakes his head, tutting. “let me pay.” he says, daring to step closer to you. surprisingly, you don’t move, and almost seem to lean into his presence. “no! I couldn’t let you do that.” you say, pushing his hand away. “let me pay. least I could do.” he says again, trying to reach past you and to the card reader. “L-least you could do for what?!” you exclaim, a strangled noise leaving you when his card reaches the reader, the tap function indicating the bills payment acceptance. your hand grips his forearm, trying to pull it away from the reader. John’s mind goes blank for a second, focusing only on your warm grip against his skin.

your mewl breaks him out of it and he grins. “oops.” he says, tucking his card away. “no!” you say, glaring at him. “sir, please let me pay you back.” John shakes his head and smiles, picking up your bags. “I’ll walk you to your car.” he murmurs, ready to follow you. “sir, it’s okay really.” you plead, shaking your head as he walks out the supermarket door. yet, you follow him, trailing his pace obediently. “stop callin’ me sir, love.” your outside on the sidewalk now, merely talking. “so what should I call you?” you ask, hands drifting to fidget. your gaze pierces him, and his mind is only focused on one thing now. he needs to have you. “John.” he says, and you respond with your own name. normally, you’d never think about doing something like this, but there’s something about this man that’s different. he calms you, his presence steady and strong. he drew you in from the moment you laid eyes on him. John shifts your two bags to rest on one arm with the one he has. “well, it’s nice to meet you John.” you say, smiling. you hold your hand out and John licks his lips. “‘m sorry love.” he groans, and immediately moves to pick you up, throwing you over his shoulder. a gasp leaves your throat and you try to twist out of his grasp, but his grip on your waist is too tight. “wait! no-please-John no!” you whine, hands punching his back weakly. it breaks his heart to see you fighting him like this, but you won’t fight for long. he can’t let you escape him. so he walks to his truck, opening the door before placing you in the passengers. he’s quick to climb into the drivers, placing the food between you before starting the engine. you’re shaking like a leaf, trying to not show your fear. “John what are you doing?” you get out, voice pleading. “not going to hurt you.” he responds, pulling out of the parking lot at break neck pace.

“Just had to have you, love. ‘m sorry.” he says, glancing over you every few seconds. you’re somewhat relaxed, on edge if anything. John tries to give off his best calming scent, hoping it calms you more. “what are you talking about?” you say, voice shaky. John’s silent, instead focusing on the road. when you pull in, his home sits tucked away. it’s made of wood, cabin style, and he turns the truck off and walks to your door. you scramble away from him at first, but he pulls you by the ankles, gripping you close to him. his other hand grabs the bags, bringing them with you. his door is unlocked and he walks in, setting the bags on the kitchen counter. you’re next, placed there, bottom on the cold material as he holds your wrists. he shushes you, keeping you still. you don’t struggle for long, his hold is almost gentle and there’s something about him that calms your nerves into thinking he won’t hurt you. “had to have you as my mate. smilin’ all pretty, needed you.” he grunts, pressing his lips to yours. flinching, the shock hits you as you melt into the kiss. he pulls away to kiss your cheeks, hands resting on your waist. “you want me to?” he grunts and you’re silent. you can’t admit that you want this, you shouldn’t. still, you whine and nod as his tongue traces over your neck. you have no clue what he’s talking about, mate. but when his lips graze your skin your mind melts.

John can’t stand it anymore, the animal coming out in him. so he lifts you again, carrying you to his, no your bedroom now, laying you on the bed. your hands run over the many furs that adorn the mattress, warm and cozy, stacked on quilts and pillows. “gonna have my cubs.” another kiss. “be so good for me.” kiss. “perfect little mate.” kiss. the talk melts your mind, limbs ordered to relax under he words. his hands pull your dress off, and you help him remove your bra. he rips your panties off in one go, discarding them on the ground. your hands trace over his large chest, tucking under his t-shirt and taking in his warm skin. a small moan escaped your lips at the feeling of all his warmth, and you snuggle closer to him. so he pulls off his shirt, allowing you to see the soft planes of his torso. his pants are next to be removed, followed by his boxers. all laid out for him, his hips encase yours and he grinds on your slowly, kissing your neck. “gonna be good?” something in you can’t help but nod, and John lines his member up with your entrance, spreading your legs. you’re already soaked, slick coating your thighs. it’s obvious that you wanted this as well. you mewl out John’s name as he slides in, thick cock rubbing the walls of your warmth. you can feel him throbbing inside of you, and his growls and grunts are all that’s audible from his lips. his head tucks into your neck as he fits into you perfectly, bottoming out. that earns a groan from both of you, and it’s not long before he’s rutting into you like an animal. each pound of his hips had you crying out in pleasure.

“ngh! John! oh-feels good John!” you cry, arms holding onto his biceps for what feels like dear life. the man grunts and pushes into you faster, huffing as his beard brushes your cheek. “please!” you whimper, and his hands hold you close. “a-all yours love.” he grunts, eyes screwing shut as you clamp on him, releasing out a powerful orgasm. your body twitches in the aftershocks and John can feel himself getting worked up more as he pulls out, only to push you over and into your stomach. he slams into you again, large member filling you up with each push of his hips. he’s so large, you almost can’t take it. if you were to look at where he plunged into you, you’d see your tight little hole struggling to accommodate his large cock, and the bulge of him pressing in your stomach. groaning, his hips pick up a new passion and he presses his chest to your back to whisper filthy things in your ear. “perfect mate. stay here w’me. round with my cubs. all knocked up.” he’s grunts turn into straight groans as your pussy clamps on him, the words going straight to your cunt. you gasp out his name over and over again like it’s a prayer and when his fat tip is pushing against your cervix like that, you can’t exactly resist coming on him again, squeezing and milking his length for all it’s worth. the urge comes, and his canines dig into the place between your neck and shoulder, marking you his. his mate. when you moan our his name, begging to be filled, he feels himself cum, groaning one last time as his hips roll into yours slowly. his release spurts out of your hole with each push, and he pulls out only to scoop it up with his fingers before pushing his softening member back in.

his bodies tired now, called to sleep by hibernation and your warm body against his. he pulls the blankets away to tuck you under, allowing you to snuggle into his chest. “my mate.” he grunts, kissing your forehead. you shiver in his arms. “won’t take after one. we’ll be up later.” he rumbles, and you nod sleepily. you don’t know why you’re so tired all of a sudden, but you really want to take a long nap now. it’s just so warm in the room, cozy under the blankets, John’s pressing into you so well, it’s all pulling you into a slumber. when you wake again, John’s rutting into you, grunting this time. he’s on top of you, and he moans when you blink up at him with sleepy eyes. you’re already close to your release, and you mewl when you come undone, the coil snapping low in your belly. he’s not far behind, thick, white, hot ropes of cum painting your insides. it’ll take now. he’s come in you for the past seven rounds, some you’ve been awake for, some not so awake. that’s one that about the hibernation, it pulls both him and his mate to that slumber. but when John’s cock is just buried in your warmth like that, hibernation can wait a bit. at least you’ll be with him this time around, trapped in his bear den.

[tootiecakes234]

Katsuki “asking” you to move in with him

You were almost back home when you got a call from your boyfriend. He didn’t even greet you when you answered.

“Where are you?”, he grunted into his phone.

“Well hello to you too handsome.”

“Yea, yea… where are you? I’m at your place to pick you up and ya ain’t here.”

“Heh… maybe if I knew you were coming over I would’ve been home. Why didn’t you text me and let me know. I don’t have any clothes packed or anything.”you informed him.

He does this all the time. Just comes over to your house and tells you that you’re coming back to his place with him. So very demanding.

“You have a dresser full of clothes in my room, your toothbrush and all your toiletries… what do ya need to pack?”

“Ya got me there. I’m almost there. I got stuff to drop off then we can leave.”

When you get through the door Katsuki is digging through your fridge.

“Why do you never have groceries in your house?” He questions you.

“Because I’m never here sir. They always go bad because I have a needy boyfriend that wants me at his house 25/8.”, the sarcasm drips out of your voice as you head to drop off the things you had bought.

“ Tch…. Needy. Please. You’re the one always complaining that we don’t spend enough time together.” He states.

“This is true.” You shrug your shoulders. “Anyways I’m ready. Let’s hit it.

“It’d be easier to spend time together if you just moved in with me” he mentions all causally as you guys head out to his car. You pause a little and look at him a little baffled.

You and Katsuki had been dating for about 8 months but you didn’t know he felt that seriously. Maybe he was just joking, so you shake it off and continue on like he didn’t say it.

The next thing you know you’re at his house getting ready for bed.

Kats comes to the bathroom and leans against the counter while you’re in the middle of doing your skincare.

“Do you wanna say something?” You ask because he’s just sitting there staring at you.

“Do you not wanna live with me cuz you could’ve just said that when I mentioned it earlier instead of fucking ignoring me.” He asked it harshly but you could hear the vulnerability in his voice. Like he didn’t want to bring it up but it was bugging him bad enough that he had to say something.

“I- uh…”

Apparently you were taking too long.

“Just forget it.” His eyes fell from yours and he started moving away towards his room. “Are we watching the next episode of that stupid show of yours? If not-“

“I didn’t think you were serious Kat.” And you reach your hand out to catch his arm before he can leave.

“I thought you were joking or something. Also it wasn’t a question so I didn’t know you were waiting on an answer babe.” There’s a small grin pulling at your lips when he looks at you again.

“Why the hell would I joke about that? And it was obviously a question…. So answer it dammit.”, his brows were furrowed and he was scowling a little.

Poor nervous boy.

You reach both of your arms up and wrap them around his neck. Then you lean in and press a kiss to his pouting lips.

“Katsuki Bakugo *kiss* I would absolutely *kiss* love *kiss* to move in with you *kiss*”

His arms have wrapped around you waist pulling you tighter to him.

“About damn time. I’ll have people come over to pack your shit tomorrow.” And this time he leans in to give his a deep kiss. His tongue reaching out to invade your mouth.

When he pulls back you’re all twinkle eyed and dopey in love. It takes a second for reality to catch up to you.

“Tomorrow?? Kats I have a lease and I don’t want movers breaking and throwing my things around. I’m gonna need at least a week or two. And I’m gonna have to pay-“

“I’ll pay for the lease break and you have til this weekend. If ya don’t want movers I’ll get our shitty friends to come over and help. Ain’t waiting no two weeks.”

“This weekend? It’s Wednesday. That only gives me 2 days!” You reason.

“Yea and I don’t wanna give you that so count your blessings princess. And I’m done arguing about this.” He sweeps you up bridal style and carries you to bed. Then He dumps you down onto it.

“Now how about we start christening your new place,” he says while hovering over you with a sexy smirk playing at his lips.

Hmmmm….. and just like that you forgot why it was you weren’t moving in tomorrow. He could be so very convincing when he wanted to be.

Katsuki Masterlist

[sttoru]

‘toji doesn’t know how to properly give aftercare — nor did he care to do so before. but, meeting you changed his ways of thinking.’

☀︎｜toji fushiguro x female reader. suggestive; fluff, comfort, angst. established relationship. hint of an age gap between toji and reader. mention of virgin!reader. mention of toji’s previous / past wife. grumpy sad dilf toji who learns how to love again t_t. reader gets called ‘doll, little girl’. self indulgent? yessir.

toji grunts and his exhausted body collapses to the side, careful not to crush you underneath his burly figure. he drapes one arm over his eyes with the other resting near his side. his eyelids felt heavy — clearly needing some rest after hours of continuous bodily satisfaction.

he had gone a bit overboard this once. even toji himself was feeling the aftermath since his muscles were aching and his brain was telling him to go to sleep. the assassin was about to, however his ears picked up on a little muffled whimper sounding from beside him.

“mmph,” you sniff. your face was still buried in the pillow below you — your tears and drool staining the material. your limbs were trembling and you were completely and utterly spent. you couldn’t even turn around to lay on your back; it was all just too much.

toji watches you with an unchanging expression for a second. normally for him this would be the part where he’d get the money, dress himself back up and leave through the front door with a small ‘thanks for your time’ comment.

but, that was his past. that was after the death of his wife and before he had met you — that was a dark time where he sought money in any kind of way to ease the hidden guilt and pain in his body. he’d sleep with women for a pay check. and maybe also to simply forget about his miserable life.

toji thought that he wouldn’t ever love himself nor another person again after his life went downhill. though, that thought was proven wrong by you.

you were a girl whom he had met on numerous occasions by accident to the point you decided to exchange phone numbers. you had also eventually started to help toji with his son - megumi - during tough times.

a sweet young woman: that’s what you were and still are in his eyes. maybe you were the change toji needed. the miracle to heal from his past and get himself together.

“hey,” the dark-haired man speaks up in a gruff tone after taking in your weak state. he felt a faint twinge of guilt deep within him since he was the reason you ended up like that. perhaps he took it too far.

you looked up at toji through half-closed and watery eyes. all you could do was tiredly hum in response, “mhm?”

silence follows. it’s not really awkward, but there was a barely noticeable sense of insecurity radiating from the assassin. for the first time in a good while.

toji’s eyes dart around the room in hopes of finding or seeing something that would remind him of what to do in such a situation. aftercare; he knew how important that is after sex, but had forgotten how to properly execute it. he hadn’t done so in a good few years.

that could also be an excuse. maybe he was simply afraid to show any kind of affection to someone again. maybe.

despite all of it — despite all those complex thoughts and feelings — his body moved on its own command. toji shifted closer to your side, rough hand slowly reaching out to give you some head pats. that’s the best he could do for now.

“heh.” you chuckle, yet felt extremely happy that toji had shown any type of affection toward you in such a vulnerable moment. his fingers massaging your scalp gently, over and over, was enough of a sign for you. a sign that he cares.

you knew all about his hard life; past and present. you accepted toji for who he was and what he has done and does. one of the only people who’d stay by his side throughout it all.

“thanks, toji.” the words that left your lips made the older man silently nod. his touch grew a bit more confident after your positive reaction. his hand traveled down to the nape of your neck and over to your shoulder, turning you around so you could lay comfortably on your back.

toji couldn’t help but let his eyes wander across your gorgeous skin. even if it was sweaty and covered in other bodily fluids, it still was one of the most beautiful sights he had seen in his entire life.

“you okay?” he asks to which you give a weary nod. she’s far from okay judging by the looks of it, toji thought to himself.

he hesitantly leans his head down to plant a quick kiss on your shoulder. that did feel a bit awkward, though it turned loving the more you positively reinforced him with your verbal reactions.

toji sighs as he tries his best to keep you as comfortable as possible around him. his hands grab you by your sides and he hoists you up onto his lap, gently pushing your head against his chest; “c’mere my little girl.”

you happily accept the affection toji gives you. it wasn’t often that he’d do this after sex and you understand why. it takes a lot to heal from his previous wounds and you were there to support him throughout that journey. the fact that he was trying was enough.

“you’re nice ‘n warm,” you murmur, eyes droopy as you snuggle against toji’s bare chest. the older man chuckles at your comment and his big hands come to rest on your back to hold you in place — to give you a sense of security.

you didn’t have any regrets about tonight nor about any other night spent in bed with him. toji was the only man whom you were content with showing your body to. he’d never judge nor hurt you in any way, unlike the other more immature men in your indirect environment.

plus, you remember how unexpectedly gentle the big and scary looking man was with you during your first time a few days back. he was the perfect man for you in your eyes—in his own way.

“y’r real pretty. like a doll.”

the sudden compliment forces you awake. you blink thrice, trying to make sense of what you had heard. was it your imagination? no, it definitely sounded like toji. that deep and now almost groggy voice.

you lift your head up and lock eyes with the assassin. he was looking right back at you whilst the pad of his thumb delicately wipes some drool off your right cheek. you quietly stared at him for a good while which makes toji raise an eyebrow in confusion.

“pfft.” you let out a short laugh. you were both embarrassed and amused at the loving words that the older man had told you out of the blue. it made you feel tingly all over in a good way.

“what? did i say somethin’ weird?” toji questions as his hands slowly roam all over your body like they usually would, squeezing and rubbing longer in some spots, “i jus’ said what i observed.”

there was no hiding that lopsided grin on toji’s lips. the soft sound of your laughter was enough to make his entire body relax and give in to the warmth of the moment and the love that radiates between you two. you really were meant to be with him.

“no, no.” you shake your head after giggling. your lips find a spot on his chest to place a kiss upon in response, “it was cute.”

toji huffs at being called cute. no one had ever called him that. it didn’t really hurt his pride or ego — you could call him anything you wanted to and he wouldn’t mind. his rough hand does however give you a light smack on the ass after that.

“y’re lucky i love you, doll.” he grumbles and nuzzles his nose into your hair. the words left his lips before his brain had processed them. it was probably said subconsciously since toji doesn’t realise that he uttered the three words. the three words he usually hesitates on saying now flowing off the tongue so naturally.

you weren’t going to ruin the moment by teasing him about it. you were just happy that toji didn’t think twice before telling you that he loved you this time. it was a huge step forward in your relationship.

you simply giggle some more before placing a kiss on his lips that he instantly reciprocates.

“i love you too, toji.”

[togament]

“𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝: ‘𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐛𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐬?’”

written in their P.O.V.

pt. 1. (sakura, ume, suo.)

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : spicy spicy boyfriends, suo is a FREAK (but we love it), sakura is a precious bean, ume is *incomprehensible sounds emanating from my face hole*, ume’s is longer than the others (hah) i got carried away, swearing ofc i can’t express emotions without them i so sorry i do try, fem!reader, nipple talk.

𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐀.

"WHAT-????" I scream into the microphone and it screeches. shit my face feels like it's on fire. I turn my head slightly to catch my reflection in the window beside me--SHIT I'm blushing again. "w-why would you ask me that?!", I try my best to tone it down a little but UGH-I can't help it. She asks the question again, pushing the microphone towards my lips. I angle away as best I can but she's persistent. "n-n-not answering that!" my eyes focus on anything BUT her. darting everywhere, on the chair, the stack of papers on her table, but she's too hard to resist. i turn my head slightly to look at her direction. fucking hell, she's got her chest out slightly, tits practically begging me to look at 'em. god. that shirt looks so fucking good on her. that the new one she just bought? shit, she's coming closer. I can see the outline of her bra--FUCK-WAS I STARING?????

...so boobs?" she asks so smugly. damn it.

"...yeah tits." HER tits, if you want me to be specific.

𝐔𝐌𝐄.

another afternoon, another quick little date with the love of my life — and my girlfriend. kidding, kidding! I was tending to my veggies as I often do after school with my girlfriend helping. noticing her absence (and silence, shocker!) I call out for her, “baby? where’d you run off to?” then I hear a little giggle to my left, a pitter patter of her shoes against the wooden board and a slight ringing. “boobs or butts?” she asks and I turn to face her only to have a mouthful of the plastic microphone. “PWEH-! baby-“ I say as I chuckle, wiping my mouth. “boobs or butt? is this an interview? any cameras around?” looking around playfully, I crane my neck around her. for a sec there I genuinely thought I was on camera. but then I look at her and she’s waiting for an answer. Hmm. Toughie. “This!” taking one of my gloves off, I pinch her cheek with my clean hand but she shakes her head. “Not in the choices, babe. Try again.” she says. gosh she looks so cute when she’s trying to be serious. “Wrong answer, huh? Let’s see…”

I try my damndest to be serious too, pursing my lips in deep thought, giving her a once twice thrice over just to be extra sure. I know she’s squatting there waiting for me to answer but how can I? she’s perfect in every way! shoot. think, ume, think! I drag my gaze from her face, to… her chest, heh. nice. to her tummy, to her… oh. damn. right.

“…yer thighs.” I say almost quietly. Who WAS that? “say that again, babe?” she asks, pushing the microphone closer. she wants me to say it again? maaaan. I chuckle, shaking my head gently at her.

“can I just show you? point at it, baby?”

“nope.”

HECK.

“…yer thighs. I like napping on them after I’m done gardening…” I unintentionally trail off. I clearly got more things on my mind now. My mind’s miles away from innocence. God- I love leaving my mark on them, sucking hickies on them when I’m going down on her. I fucking love it when she tightens them around my head when she’s about to cum. She worries she’d suffocate me but it only makes me want her more. I swallow dryly. damn it-my boner’s tenting in my jeans and I know she can tell.

“and?” she prods and I let out a shaky breath. she’s biting her lower lip, shifting her weight while she’s squatting. she’s worked up too huh?

“—obsessed. when you hold me closer to your cunt when-“ is it getting hotter here? she’s putting her microphone down. I take my other glove off while keeping my eyes on her.

“…when what?”

“can I please show you? pretty please?” can’t help it. I take her free hand to palm me and I let out a soft whimper, eyebrows knitted together.

“yes. yes please.”

𝐒𝐔𝐎.

"oh? someone's curious," leaning close to her, I ghost my fingers along the inside of her wrist just to fluster her. oho, her breathing is staggered now, chest rising and falling ever so slightly. I do have an answer but I just want to toy with my love. Just a little bit wouldn't hurt. "what's gotten you worked up so quickly, dove?" I purr, making sure to whisper it good in her ear. she lets out a shudder, almost melting. goodness, do I adore how she reacts. like clockwork, that earns me a gentle slap on my hand. ah. I suppose I deserved that.

"boobs or butt, huh?" I pretend to ponder, looking up and pinching my chin for maximum effect, knowing full well I have an answer set and ready. turning to meet her eyes, holding her hand that's steadily holding the plastic microphone. and with the most serious voice I could muster, I speak into it, "your nipples."

hm. that must have shocked her. she's silent. taking the initiative, I continue, "I love how.. sensitive they are." cooing, I trace a finger along her jaw and down the line of her neck, featherlike. "I love how I can coax the most delicious moans from you that way--" oh, she's lowering her microphone now. continuing, I push some hair behind her ear, fingers now teasing the shell of it, "--you seem to like it especially when I suck on one while I roll the other between my fingers. fuck, you sound so beautiful when you beg for more." mhm. her breathing's shallow now. she's leaning her head away. "someone's eager." I lean in to press a gentle kiss to her neck, lingering my lips on her pulse. “do you need more details from me? I could always elaborate-“ she’s pushing me back now. I like where this is going.

"screw the interview. just fuck me already, hayato suo."

"as you wish, my dove."

a/n: SCCCCCRRREEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! first time writing things in the guys’ POV I hope I did each of their individual personalities justice. Sakura’s was the hardest but I was flying off with Ume as you could tell. Also!!!! I forgot who it was but someone reblogged one of my HCs with a tag saying Hayato means hawk and that doves are their natural prey and 😳😳😳😳😳😳 that was purely unintentional but the connection they made was so perfect. I’m making it a permanent fixture for whenever I write for suo. Thank you, user. I would tag you but djjfkdkfkd i hope you see this!!!! Also thank YOU so much for reading all the way to the end btw!!!!!! Ily babycakes. part 2 coming soon! I WANNA WRITE FOR KIRYU I HAVE IDEAS AND I AMDJFJJDJD HE. Ok.

@interstellar-inn ⭐️

[justkpopjokes]

SVT’s reaction to your first kiss

A/N: Whoops I took 6 years to write this,,, Thank you to my mutuals who pushed me to do this all those years ago 😂 Kept this all fluff!! Requests open btw ^^

Ft. gender-neutral!reader

Initiates the kiss first: S.Coups, Joshua, Jun, DK, Mingyu, The8, Dino

S.Coups

Wants the kiss to be perfect and overthinks it a bit because of that

Keeps staring at your lips in the moments leading up to it to the point where you call him out on it

…Which prompts him to finally go for it and lean in and kiss you

Holds your waist to keep you steady (thank goodness because your knees are weak all of a sudden)

Pulls back quickly, not wanting to overdo it, and checks that your reaction is good before kissing you again

Joshua

Is super romantic about it!

He’d def be the guy who waits to have your first kiss until he’s 100% sure you’re both ready

He plans to kiss you after a date and makes sure it’s in a good place!! It has to be an appropriate setting where there aren’t people around to gawk at you both

Asks you if he can kiss you when you’re sitting close to each other

Smiles as he pulls away, watching your reaction to make sure you liked it

Jun

Your first kiss happens before you’re even dating

You watch him kiss in his drama and joke that he looks like a bad kisser just to get on his nerves

He gets (playfully) upset with you like “excuseeee me? I’m a good kisser! I’ll kiss you to prove it!”

Acts out the kiss scene from his drama with you just to show you how good it is

Is all cocky afterward because you’re so flustered LMAO

DK

His first kiss with you is out of excitement! No planning whatsoever

One of you had just gotten some good news—I say one of you because it doesn’t matter who; either of you could have something good happen and he’d be equally ecstatic either way

You’re both jumping out of joy and he decides on a whim to grab your face and give you a big kiss

It’s dramatic and his eyes are in crescents as he smiles at you and your cute reaction

Hugs you tightly right after since he’s happy he got to kiss you

Mingyu

Would kiss you first unless you purposely try to beat him to it lmao

But most likely he kisses you first because every time you even think about kissing him, he makes himself taller to joke about it

As in, if he catches you both standing or sitting really close, he’ll say “heh. Seems like a perfect time to kiss” and puckers his lips before straightening his back so your faces aren’t that close anymore

So he totally catches you off guard when he says it again but actually kisses you this time

Slides his hand into your hair at the back of your head as he tries to deepen the kiss

The8

You get a little tipsy while drinking with him one evening and ask him to kiss you

He laughs and brushes it off at first, but later notices you keep staring at his lips longingly

Is a gentleman and asks you if you’d really like a kiss just to make sure you consent to it

Doesn’t kiss you unless he’s absolutely sure you’re just tipsy and not super drunk (he wants you to remember it)

It’s not necessarily deep, but it’s a long kiss; he wants to take his time with you

Dino

Wants to kiss you first and tries to be all suave about it

Is suspiciously nice to you beforehand to ensure you won’t reject him when he initiates it

Gets lost in your eyes right before he’s about to kiss you, which makes you realize what’s happening

Manages to man up enough to hold your chin and press his lips to yours

Gets gutsy and doesn’t pull away for a while, wanting to kiss you for as long as possible

Is kissed first: Jeonghan, Hoshi, Wonwoo, Woozi, Seungkwan, Vernon

Jeonghan

Your first kiss with him is unexpected for both of you lol

He is quite surprised when you turn his head to kiss him before he can leave from your date

You do it on impulse, so it’s short and he has no time to react during it

You stare at him after you pull away to see his reaction so he stares back at you in shock for a moment before a smile spreads on his face and he asks if you’d like another

Smiles against your lips :))

Hoshi

Blushes really hard before getting super excited

He’s been waiting for it!!!!

Gives you a lot of smaller pecks all over your face as he hugs you because he’s glad he finally can

He might kiss you deeply later, but honestly, he just wants to give you a lot of them first

Absolutely over the moon and brags about kissing you to the guys

Wonwoo

Has been meaning to kiss you for a little while, he just hasn’t found the right moment

So when you kiss him and interrupt him while he’s talking one evening, he freezes and doesn’t know how to react for a moment

Gets a little shy when you laugh at him about his reaction

But he quickly recovers and quietly pulls you in for another (longer) kiss

Thank goodness you’re in private right now because he doesn’t hold back now that you’ve started it!!

Woozi

Your first kiss with him is super casual

(In reality he’s trying to hide how flustered he is)

You’re leaving the studio and he tries to give you a hug goodbye when you gave him a quick kiss on the lips instead

He has kissed your head before, so you don’t really make this kiss a big deal

He smiles and gives you another kiss on the lips to really savour your lips before you leave

Seungkwan

Asks for a kiss in a joking way, not really expecting you to agree

His heart starts racing when you get close and hold his cheeks to give him a kiss

Has a bit of a loud reaction out of shock but ends up giggling about it as he holds your cheeks for another

Has that adorable blush on his face as you exchange kisses for a bit

Asks you for kisses all the time after that day

Vernon

Maybe I’m just projecting…I don’t think he would think about kisses much, so he’s flustered af when you do kiss him

His face goes beet red and he wants to hide when you suddenly kiss him while sort of in public

He liked it a little too much and has a silly reaction as he tries to brush off how embarrassed he is about his reaction

Pulls you into another kiss the moment you arrive at your place, saying he wants to redo it properly

Keeps your noses pressed together after and gives you a satisfied gummy smile

[takenbypeter]

Ahem… I would like to request a fic with Bob where the reader has never been kissed before >:3 and is in love with him heh and is almost as nervous and awkward as he is

Case Of The Giggles

Bob Reynolds x reader 

Words: 971

A/N: you know I LOVE first kiss storiesssss! I actually have one ready for Bob that I’m planning on posting later but it wasn’t awkward enough so I wrote this one too! Anyways I hope you love it 🫶

Despite what people told you, you felt bad for being considered a late bloomer. 

It wasn’t some big secret that you hid, but it wasn’t something you bragged about either. 

Never been in a relationship. Never had your first kiss. 

Frankly you honestly just found it difficult to even talk to men. But then came Bob. 

Bob was simple. 

Not in his emotions but in the way he connected with people—the way he connected with you. 

It started with one simple conversation that led to a deep one and suddenly you two were like kindred spirits. Linked together. 

He found something hilarious? He had to show you. 

You saw a book you’d think he’d like? Shared it with him. 

You two shared your good days and bad days together and in time, the moments shared had you questioning if you had actual deep feelings for the man. And after some contemplating you realized…you did. 

Everything about that thought made you nervous. 

From the thought of what confessing could do to your friendship. To the idea of what would happen if you actually got together. It all created one huge tangled ball in your stomach, one that you clearly were not doing good at hiding. Eventually the ball of feelings came out, not from you first but actually from Bob. Which led to your first date which was why you two were sat, side by side on a picnic table a bit away from an ice cream stand. 

Bob mentioned an inside joke, one that always made you crack up and instead of the usual laugh that he loved hearing, he was met with a single smile as your eyes then went back to the cup in your hand. 

“Okay,” he set his own cold delicacy down, turning to you again, “Where are you?”

“Huh?” You asked, your mind coming back down to earth. 

“What are you doing?”

You shook your head at his question, “just thinking,” was what you said, “about how we ended up here,” you said and he laughed. 

“We took a cab.”

You shot him a look as a smile crept onto your lips, “you know that’s not what I meant.”

“I know.”

You exhaled a deep sigh, closing your eyes and then opening them. “I’m thinking about how disastrous this could all go,” you said, sending him an unsure smile. You knew you should be happy about him and you—and you were. But you also had this gut wrenching feeling that you would do something to mess it up. And while you would be afraid to share that thought with anyone else you weren’t afraid to share it with Bob. 

“It’s not going to go disastrously,” he assured, finding himself being the positive one for once when usually you were. 

You two sat quietly, finding yourselves lost in your ice creams. His voice cut through the silence, “do you want to know what I’m thinking about?”

You nodded, setting your ice cream down, “sure.”

He took a breath, something he’s gotten into the habit of when he expressed himself, something he actually picked up from you. 

“I’m thinking about,” his eyes looked up and down your face, his features softening, finding solace in them, “how pretty you look under these lights.” Your lips curved but you did your best to contain your smile. He could easily see right through you. “I’m thinking about how lucky I am to have met you,” he paused again, his fingers grazing yours that sat on the bench between you two, “I’m thinking about how happy I am when I’m with you.”

After that one, you realized just how close you two were. You felt his body heat draw near as he did and just when he was going to meet you, you of course just had to get the nervous giggles. Laughing a bit you pushed him away from you creating a distance again. 

“Sorry. I’m sorry,” you said, “it’s not you I’m just…” you straightened again your laughter dying out more embarrassed now, “nervous.”

His expression shifted into one of surprise. 

“You’re nervous? Join the club.”

“You’re nervous?”

“Are you kidding me? You should see how twisted my insides are just thinking about even the possibility of getting to kiss you right now.”

You laughed again causing him to smile. 

“Don’t laugh!” He commanded. 

“I’m sorry!” You shouted back. 

You became serious just for a moment while he stared at you. At the forced silence you both burst into a light case of the giggles until it quieted down. 

“Okay stop. I’m gonna kiss you now.”

With your nerves still present but reduced, you straighten your posture, “okay, do it.”

You stood still, heart still awry as he neared. His hand reached up to your jaw holding you secure and after what felt like an eternity, his lips met yours. 

Your facial muscles that were ready to tug upwards into another fit of laughter instead relaxed as you followed his lead. 

Unlike you, Bob moved with purpose. Like he was giving his whole heart to you in this small innocent kiss and you were receiving it and giving your own right back to him. 

Although you were uncertain about how your limbs were moving you weren’t focused on that. Instead you were focused on the way he felt. 

His lips were warm against yours. 

Warm. Inviting. Sweet. Chocolatey and minty. 

You savored his taste, while he did yours until his lips smiled as he leaned away. 

You looked at him curiously, as he beamed back at you. “Now I have the privilege of telling people I was your first kiss,” he said, causing you to mirror his expression but he met you again for a quick kiss, “and your second.” He repeated the action again before saying, “and your third.”

[imbibitorz]

NO RULES ৎ˚₊✩‧₊

₊ ⊹ come and feel my vibe ᵎᵎ

dan heng x fem!reader x caelus, smut, a lil self-insert or self-indulgent; cucking, voyeurism(???), crumbs of aftercare, unprotected p in v; clit stimulation; implied multiple positions, manhandling & overstimulation; probably something more idk // wc:1.2k a/n: i decided to write something and so here we are. idk what else to tell ya tbh tagging some homies: @sugurouge @elyeverlasting @genxnarumi @gonjie (if anyone wants to be tagged in some future works then shoot me an ask)

the excited mischief gleaming in caelus’s eyes, paired with an almost feral stare coming from dan heng, never meant something fun… or maybe? well, depends on who you ask.

“it feels good, doesn’t it? pretty one, just- just one more, alright? for me? for him?”

“caelus!”

caelus is big, in all aspects – body, strength, cock; it’s no wonder he’s putting you in all his favourite positions, pulling out of you climax after climax, making you gush over and over until the sheets are completely drenched. all while he is watching.

“mmm, pretty little- fuck! little one, making a show over and- mmgh! over… go on, show him how pretty you look when i fuck you so deep…”

“caelus!”

each word caelus utters out, each filled with more and more lust and taunt, all has you trembling and quaking, moaning louder and mewling caelus’s name in that pretty and high-pitched voice.

“you’re playing with fire, caelus.”

his sudden low growl has your pussy clamp down on caelus’s drilling cock, has you feeling even hotter, even wetter, even more bothered. something about him watching you falling apart on your boyfriend’s cock, has your pussy flutter and legs quiver.

“heh, i know-” caelus pants out, grinning like the idiot he is. with his thrusts now getting deeper and slower, he stares first at the reflection of you in the mirror and then at him, smug and cocky expression still on. “i know you two like it, you- mngh! masochists!”

“caelus!” you whine louder into the sheets, thighs trembling as your knees barely keep your ass up on display. “cae-lus!”

“mmm, that’s right- it’s me who fucks you so good, not him, pretty one.” the gray-haired man nods and grabs your hips, holding you steady enough for you to stay ass up for him, burying your face down in the set of pillows.

your brain is slowly melting, the overwhelming pleasure mixing with excitement and lust creates a perfect acid for burning and melting your mind. aeons, caelus is fucking into you just right, hitting all the right spots, building up your pleasure and keeping your orgasm away with the speed of his thrusts; you’re screaming at him, whining, crying for him to make you finally cum… and then he does, showing you the whole galaxy with the force the peak hits you.

he can’t take it any longer. he needs to have his way with you two as well, or what’s more important, he needs more relief than stroking himself with his tied-up hands.

“caelus,” he warns again, voice coming out as a low rumble, a growl of disappointment and impatience. but caelus just smirks, seeing the way he is staring at you, at your fucked-out state, eyes rolled back and sweat clinging to your skin. “you’re crossing a line-”

“hell nah i’m not!” the smug, confident, and maybe even too bold tone of caelus, paired with his thrusts becoming erratic, clearly gives out he knows what he’s talking about. “this is my turn now! you know the rules!”

“hmph.”

“d-dan heng…!”

hearing your muffled mewls, seeing your pleading kitty eyes, dan heng can’t take it anymore; his patience and will were already running thin. with his swift movements, the ribbon around his wrists flies to the floor, and his big frame towers over you.

“hmm? princess needs a break? so soon?” caelus teases, trying to catch his breath while still pounding into your tight entrance. with a smirk, he reaches for your waist and with his strong arm, pulls your back to his chest. murmuring into your ear, he gets a hold of your breasts, holding one of then in his big palm. “i know you can do more, princess. come on, just this one more, alright? want you to- fuck- want you to cum some more…”

all dan heng can do is just watch, stroking his hard and leaking length to the sight of you getting wrecked by your other boyfriend. that was the deal – this time it’s caelus’s turn and since dan heng broke some other deal, caelus gets yet another turn. and caelus, being the little devilish and loving dipshit he is, decided to merge it all together. and so, this time caelus gets to cuck your other boyfriend for way longer than usual, with an additional deal of dan heng getting his hands tied.

well, the rules are meant to be broken.

dan heng, with his now-free hands, holds your chin in his hand and wipes some sweat off of your face, soon delving in for a kiss. as he swallows your moans and licks your lips, his other hand reaches between your legs.

“dan heng!” mewling out, you throw your head back on caelus’s shoulder, hips jerking and grinding against the dark-haired man’s hand and fingers against your all swollen, poor clit.

“fuck! you’re still so- tight, baby…” caelus pants out, his moves unwavering in their pace. now having a good angle, he sucks a pretty mark on your neck, right under your ear. “so pretty, so tight, so- fuuuck! so delicious…”

you can feel caelus being close, the way his long cock throbs inside you being a clear sign of the incoming flood. you’re no better, your pussy spasming and sucking in his dick as it tries to milk the cum out of him. pair it with the calculated rubs to your clit, the ones only dan heng can do, and bam!

“fuuuck! amazing…” caelus groans and whimpers, riding out his and your orgasm, easing you two back into reality. “aeons- baby, you took it like a champ-”

“caelus…” he loves your shy, all spent and tired whines, knowing how his compliments affect you.

“you really took it well, though…” dan heng can’t help but agree, his big palms rubbing your sides affectionately, attempting to calm you down. “we need to clean up, now. don’t want to get all sticky.”

caelus pulls out of you when you are ready to let go, his cum oozing out of your pretty and spent entrance. both of the men take in the view, loving how your pussy still flutters and tries to keep the escaping release. “aeons, you’re amazing…”

dan heng takes you and your limp body in his arms, holding you safe and firm against his chest as caelus prepares the bath. the feeling of dan heng’s spent cock covered in his own cum makes you shudder; you can feel how sticky it is, covered in what feels like gallons. you didn’t even notice when he came, but it always manages to amaze you; both of them can come so much just by watching you getting fucked by one or the other. fascinating.

“here…” your body being put in the big bathtub filled with warm water quickly melts your thoughts away, instead relaxing your sore muscles and easing your mind. this, paired with delicate and soft touches, attention and words of love coming from both men, put your heart, body and soul at ease, realizing you’re wanted, you’re needed, you’re loved, and both of them, both caelus and dan heng, are here by your sides to cherish you and help you through the bad times.

[masterlist] [ko-fi]

[gyuwoncheol]

Down Bad

Pair: Mingyu x f!reader

Genre: fluff, inspired by soft Mingyu during that GyuHan live

Summary: Clingy, lovesick Mingyu just wants your undivided attention

Warnings: tipsy! Gyu, mentions of alcohol, use of pet names, so much fluff, barely proofread

WC: 1.7k

Author's Note: look at me actually publishing something. This is once again very self-indulgent because Gyu was just so so adorable in that live and it had me in shambles. Shoutout to my sweet Cherry @shuadotcom for listening to me fawn over Mingyu when this live happened and building ideas of the scenes with me! I love you darling!

Author’s Note 2.0: LISTEN, SHORT HAIR MINGYU IS HANDSOME OKAY. I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY SOME DON’T LIKE IT ON HIM??? LIKE BRO GET YOUR EYES CHECKED. But seriously, it does kill me when I watch Gyu kinda second guess his new hairstyle. Like I know he just laughs it off most times, but I hope the self doubt doesn’t eat him up. I will die defending his short hair. idc.

“Is it bad?” You grimace as soon as Seungcheol releases you from his hug and leads you through the hall.

Cheol laughs, “well…” he stops walking to look at you, “he’s not drunk… yet. But he did get tipsy quite fast.”

“That’s cause he’s also tired,” you reasoned, “but thanks for calling me, I don’t think I’d want him to drive home by himself and—“

“Oh no no,” the leader interrupts, resuming his steps towards the dining area where you could already faintly hear your boyfriend whining, “he asked us to call you. Besides, you know that if he did get drunk, I’d force him to crash here.”

“Oh.”

“Babyyyy!” Mingyu shoots up from his seat and rushes to you with arms wife open when you surface in the room. He was beaming at the sight of you, puppy senses fully kicking in. A faint smell of alcohol and his cologne hits your nose when he bends down and engulfs you in a hug, his face nuzzling deep into your neck.

“Miss you,” he mumbles with a tight squeeze and you run your fingers through his short locks.

“Missed you too, bub. Should we get you home?”

Mingyu pulls you off him to hold you by your shoulders, his lips pursed and eyebrows scrunching, “no no, not yet. Comeeee, join usssss.”

You’re dragged by your tall boyfriend to the dining table, both Seungcheol and Jeonghan giggling but also sending you an apologetic look for the state that Mingyu is in.

“What are we doing?” You question when he offers you chopsticks and shows you all the food on the table.

“We’re celebrating Minghao’s birthday so we have to stay first, okay?” Seungcheol laughs at your boyfriend’s justification.

“Aaaand Hao is where exactly?”

Mingyu shrugs, “dunno. But that’s okay, we called him awhile ago already and we even sang for him on live. Do you want a drink?”

You reach out to stop his hands from pouring the alcohol on the glass, “no i’m good.” He looks at you intently and then decides against convincing you to drink. Instead, he sits back down and wraps his arms around your waist, sighing softly when his head rests on your shoulder.

“You okay, my love?” You ask after kissing the top of his head. “Tired?” He nods against your shoulder and hum an affirmative. “Maybe we should go—“

“Noooo,” your gentle giant whines, a full pout on his lips, making both his hyungs laugh at him.

“Okay, okay.”

“We’re still having fun… well, they’re having fun,” Mingyu gestures towards his two older members with scrunched brows.

You reach your arm up to touch his cheek, caressing his soft skin, “And you’re not?”

“They’re making fun of me.”

“We are not!” Seungcheol denies with a laugh.

“You laughed when the fans called me a potato on live.” The two boys start giggling again, recalling the conversation on the many forms of potatoes Mingyu could represent.

“I also said you were handsome with your short hair,” Cheol added, “the potato comment is just funny!”

Jeonghan, who was seated on Mingyu’s other side, now pokes at your boyfriend’s fingers before snorting with a laugh, “heh. french fries.”

Seungcheol and Jeonghan erupt in laughter much to Mingyu’s chagrin, and you yourself couldn’t help but giggle at the antics of the two boys. Mingyu crosses his arms defiantly, sulking like there’s no tomorrow.

“Oh cmon, Gyu, it’s funny!” The group’s resident trickster calls out.

“Babyyyyyy, protect meeee,” your boyfriend whines, hiding his face on your shoulder. Mingyu was no stranger to being teased by his members, and almost always, he’s a very good sport at taking it all in and staying calm and collected. But the facade easily drops the moment you’re around. He gets to be his true self, a big baby. Your big baby. Luckily for him, the boys listen to you.

“Okay, cut it out, guys,” you call, earning a smile from your boyfriend which immediately drops the next second when you say, “the potato is sad.”

“HEY!” Mingyu’s bottom lip juts out as he scowls at you, not at all impressed by your joke. You leave a kiss on his lips and he tries hard to hide the smile.

“I’m kidding, I don’t even know why they think that. You’re my puppy,” you quickly correct, cupping his cheeks and pecking his lips, “my handsome puppy.” That was enough to have your boyfriend unravel his arms and wrap them around your waist, a huge smile on his face as he leans on your shoulder. He was flustered beyond words. If there was one thing Mingyu agreed on, it’s that he was a puppy.

“You’re so whipped,” Jeonghan states the obvious and while you knew it was directed to your boyfriend, it also felt like it was a jab at you. Eitherway, neither you nor Mingyu denied it. Especially Mingyu. He was deeply in love with you and it was written all over his face.

You settle in nicely to a conversation with the boys, discussing the new cafe that just opened near the Hybe building and talking about the recent broadcast shows they’ve done for the comeback.

With each passing minute, the more Mingyu clings onto you like a koala. Mostly smiling and staring at you with lovestruck eyes that would immediately change into a silly face if you looked back at him. Eventually, his head constantly leaned on your shoulder or his face buried in your neck, relishing in the way your hand would subconciously reach up to run your fingers through his hair or scratch lightly at his scalp. You really loved his shorter hairdo, never missing a chance to compliment him about it. When he had cut his hair, he worried you’d stop running your fingers through them, which is why moments like these, even with his shorter strands, always made him sigh in content.

“What’s wrong?” You quiz when he pulls on your shirt sleeve after you laugh at one of Jeonghan’s jokes, your hands detaching from his hair to give the older member a high five. When you look at Mingyu, his eyes were even more half lidded than earlier, and the bags underneath a little more red and puffy.

“Nothin’,” he feigns but you know what he wants.

“Hmm… you sure you just don’t want my whole attention?” Mingyu scrunches his face in shock, like he’s trying to deny the way you just exposed him. But he doesn’t say anything, and instead, juts out his lower lip for his biggest pout of the night.

You decide to tease him a little bit more and roll your eyes playfully, putting your attention back to two of his brothers who were currently going through funny videos of Minghao.

Mingyu huffs loudly and tugs you closer to him, earning a giggle from you. “Okay big boy, I was only kidding, you have my attention,” he tries to maintain his sulking but fails badly when his lips quirk into a smile after you plant a kiss on them.

“I love you,” he whispers, blushing wildly at his own confession and hiding behind your shoulder blades.

“I love you too, Gyu. But can I bring you home now? You look like you’re about to fall asleep any minute.”

“Nooooo,” Mingyu whines loudly.

You were about to reason but Seungcheol beats you to it, “Mingoo, my hyung’s about to come home now. You guys have to leave soon.”

“See, baby? Cheol needs us out of the house.”

“That’s rude,” he complains, “but his hyung likes me. We can stay.”

You flash Cheol an apologetic look, letting him know you got it under control. Just then, you stand up and bend down to cup Mingyu’s face, forcing him to look at you. “Baby, we have to go. If you fall asleep on me here, you bet I won’t be carrying you home. So choose, big guy, do you want to be beside me in bed tonight? Or beside Seungch—“

“OKAY! BYE HYUNGS!” The 6 foot 2 man shoots up from his chair in full height, not even giving you enough time to process things before he’s pulling at your hand and dragging you out of the dining room, “We’re going. Thank you for the food, Coups hyung!”

“YAH!” Jeonghan scolds, “you said you would bring me home!”

[overtail]

ATLA Headcannons - Dating Them ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

These are all MY headcannons, and you dont have to agree on them :3

Aang ༄

-since you two are so young, it tends to be awkward at first

-hes very touchy, but he'll try his best not to show it

-he'd love to hug you by wrapping his arms around you waist and bringing you tight. the feeling of your cheek against his chest makes his stomach flutter

-if you're a non-bender, he'll be very protective towards you. if you were ever taken or lost, he'd behave just like when appa was stolen by the sand benders

-he spends most of his free time daydreaming about you

-'you've got, nice, uh, ears?'

-horrible at compliments

-you hear whenever he asks Sokka for crappy advice

-absolutely adores when your hair is down (fem)

-when it comes to liking guys, he prefers longer hair (masc)

-blushes when you ruffle his grown out hair

-he'll take you on rides on appa when you're feeling down

-'i'd love to try, but there's meat in the stew..'

-if you were a bender, he'd always be begging you to teach him moves and tactics even if you didnt know how to be an instructor

-loves skin to skin contact, and will press his bare chest against your back when sleeping

Sokka 𖦹

-the BIGGEST nagger

-can't ever stop moving while sitting around the fire

-won't keep his lips off yours when you're alone

-will fall head over heels for an angsty teen boy (masc)

-especially mean to you when he likes you, and teases you while dating

-thinks your aggression is hot

-very protective of you, even if you're strong/a warrior

-'shit- i mean uhm.."

-cussing problem

-both of you guys are stupid together, so when you were thirsty and dehydrated in the desert, you both got high on cactus juice

-'heh.. you see that flying shark cat?'

-loves seeing you embrace your feminine side (fem)

-love language is cooking for you, even if he sucks

-crappy pick up lines work but just because you think his attempt is cute

-'did i hurt when you fell from heaven?'

Zuko ☄

-not very open about his emotions in the beginning

-when he gets comfortable with you, he'll sometimes cry in your arms at night

-arm across your shoulders or around your waist CONSTANTLY.

-and when i mean constantly, i mean constantly.

-when hes fire lord, he'll have a designated room for whatever hobby you're passionate about

-'the greenhouse is just outside-' 'A GREENHOUSE?!'

-thinks stretch marks are the most beautiful thing

-can stare at your face for hours on end because hes so lost in your eyes

-loves doodling you in his notebooks

-if hes in an angry mood, he'll always have a soft spot for you

Katara ≈

-jealous jealous jealous girl

-love splashing you with water just to bother you

-runs her fingers through your hair at night to calm both of you down

-embarrassed when you catch her singing

-she hates it when you leave a mess

-super cuddly when tired

-loves stupid nicknames

-'whatever you say, princess.' 'what did you just call me?'

-loves telling stories you've heard 1000 times over and over again

-SUPER big hugger

-will elbow you when she can sense you're annoying someone

Toph ᨒ

-will always find a way to wind in an argument

-constantly using being blind as an excuse

-'i can't clean up the mess if i CAN'T SEE IT.'

-super giggly when you tell jokes, but only when its you

-jumps around with joy when she hears that you're gonna be joining the gaang on a mission

-hates when you hold her in your arms because she can't feel the floor

-women with deep voices make her weak in the knees (fem)

-unsurprisingly, fighting is one of her love languages -- she likes competing with her favorite people

-loves when you tell a story in detail, especially the juicy ones

-holds your hand whenever walking somewhere

Suki ❀

-loves spending time outdoors (picnic dates, walks, exploring)

-she loves putting you in makeup because you look ridiculous (masc)

-very inexperienced when it comes to romance

-'why are you kissing my neck? That's not where my lips are..'

-loses things CONSTANTLY and always makes you help her look for it

-loves dancing with you

-pathological liar, but only when it comes to stories

-'one time, i saw the unaki eat a child.'

-listening to rain and cuddling in front of a window makes her feel so happy

-loves taking care of children with you, and looks forward to having kids

-loves your corny jokes

...

BONUS!!

Sexuality headcannons..

Aang: unlabeled

he just sorta loves who he loves

Sokka: Bisexual with a preference for women

Says hes a ladies man, but will fall for a boy from time to time (*cough cough* zukka)

Zuko: Gay

Im sorry ladies but just LOOK AT HIM.

Katara: Pansexual

I love kataang with my whole heart so i couldn't really see her with anyone else, but if Aang wasn't in the picture she'd date a few girls

Toph: Lesbian

like cmonnnnn

Suki: Straight

im sorry but im a sucker for strong straight females

[2tarbell]

CAN'T TALK, I'M KINDA BUSY

you’re trying to enjoy yourself but you get a phone call…

(831 words. drabble. © 2tarbell 2024)

“oh, daddy—”

the words fell from your lips unconsciously, your voice sounding unrecognizable as it was slurred from pleasure, hips bucking up into rafe’s eager mouth. the slurping sounds like music to your fuzzy head. he’s had you laid beneath him for a while now, his head nestled deep between your thighs.

it was a sight to see, you were sure of it. looking down at him as he ate you out like it was his first and last meal, you felt a coil of heat twist and turn low in your belly. walls pulsing around his tongue.

“shit...”

rafe had his eyes closed, the muscles in his back flexing and relaxing as he devoured you. his hands were under and around your thighs, keeping you spread open when a certain brush of his tongue would cause your legs to try and clamp shut around his head.

not that he’d mind being suffocated there.

he’d hum occasionally, the vibrations buzzing against your clit and making you twitch and whine. you’d feel his smile against your slick core, completely enraptured in your pleasure like it was his own. he had you gasping out helplessly as he adjusted on your bed, somehow pressing his face even deeper into your drooling cunt. you cried out more when he actually spoke into you.

“makin’ such a mess f’me, sugar… yeah, that’s it, gooood girl.”

they were mumbles at best, but the praise lit you up. his words had you hissing, feeling a rush of heat and tingly sparks grow more intense where his mouth was connected to you.

your impending orgasm was cut short when your phone started to ring shrilly on your nightstand. you huffed and removed one your hands from his fluffed up hair to grab it.

rafe lifted his head away from you, his thumb moving in to rub maddening circles on your clit. he began kissing up your body. your breath hitched, both at the feeling and at the caller ID.

“who’s that?” he mumbled gruffly against your cleavage, his chin and lips coated in your glistening arousal, leaving wet lip prints against your skin. he looked up at you with half lidded eyes.

you’d blush at the sight if your boyfriends name wasn’t currently showing on your phone screen.

“it’s— it’s jj…”

rafe rolled his eyes at the name and pressed hot open mouth kisses up your neck, ignoring your whine about not leaving any marks.

his lips brushed against your ear as he teased two fingers against your fluttering core, not pushing them in just yet.

“answer it.”

his words caused your eyes to snap open, you don’t even remember closing them. you looked at him incredulously.

“what?—”

the two fingers slid into your heat, cutting off your confused exclamation. the feeling of your gummy walls squeezing his fingers made rafe swallow thickly. pressing soft kisses on your parted lips, nipping at the soft plush.

“fuckin’ answer it. and don’t make me repeat myself again.”

you nodded (maybe a bit too eagerly) and pressed the green button, bringing the phone to your ear as rafe descended back down between your legs.

“heh— hello?”

“hey, sunshine, what’re you…”

the familiar sound of jj’s voice came through the speaker pressed to your ear but you simply didn’t understand a word he said, focusing on rafe instead.

he grinned up at you before staring down your cunt, muttering something along the lines of how pretty she is. you bit your lip when he curled the fingers he had inside of you, rubbing deliciously against that perfect little spot hidden away.

he suddenly spat nastily on your core, the action making you stiffen up in surprise. rafe smirked and watched his spit mix with the greedy evidence of your arousal, the squelch of his fingers bringing a wave of heat to his groin.

it was messy. and just how he liked it.

he looked at you expectantly to continue talking.

“oh, um, ‘m just— just hanging out…”

you couldn’t speak let alone think when rafe dove back in, lapping up the dirty concoction of your slick and his own saliva. you feel him chuckle at your attempt at a normal sentence.

“jj— ‘m just— can’t talk, i’m kinda busy...” you shakily spoke, hoping to end the conversation quickly.

a quick goodbye later, and without even waiting for a response, you hung up. the phone dropped onto the bed with a soft thud. your hands found repurchase in the softness of rafe’s hair.

you rolled your hips up, whining when he removed his mouth. you were shut up by his lips dominating yours. his tongue pushed into your mouth without hesitation as his fingers continued to curl and fuck into you mercilessly.

“dumb fuckin’ girl… you want him to find us out, huh? dirty little thing like you’d like that, i bet.” rafe teased, thumb beginning to press against your clit again.

the way you came and gushed around his digits answered for you.

[oliverwondertf]

The New Justin

“Mmm oh yeah. You feel good boy.” Justin whispered to himself as he flexed in front of the mirror in the middle of the gym. “I oughta possess you gym boys more often. Look at me now… this is pure muscle.”

Justin started sensually touching his own body up and down. He ran his hands across his massive chest and pecs before feeling his own biceps. He made his way down to his spandex shorts and grabbed his growing hard on through the thin fabric.

“Oh fuck, yeah! I’ll bet you are popular with the boys.” He cooed as he lifted his waistband and dove his hands into his shorts before bringing them up to his nose to take a sniff.

“Mmm, how’s my big strong man doing over here?” Keira, Justin’s girlfriend, came up behind him and ran her hands across his back and grabbed his biceps. “You look so sexy babe.”

Fuck, this guy has a girlfriend - of course he does. Well, better keep up appearances for now. I’m not one to ruin this stud’s life and reputation.

“Oh, uh, yeah babe. Just showing off my incredible body for everyone to see. I’m the hottest guy here, aren’t I? You like what you see?” I stated nervously before settling in on Justin’s natural confidence as I struck another pose.

“I do. Let’s get out of here babe. I’m ready to please my big man tonight.” She flirted as she grabbed my bulge and leaned in to kiss me.

I kissed her back, feeling my boner stir up as I made out with my girlfriend. I followed her out of the main area and we both went into our respective locker rooms to shower and change.

“Hey Justin. You looked good out there bro! You’re looking incredible man.” One of Justin’s friends complimented as I walked in.

“Heh, thanks bro. You did too.” I said back, debating on making a move on him right here and now.

Eh, on second thought, who the hell cares if Justin has a girlfriend? She might walk in on me balls deep inside this guy and I won’t care. The new and improved ‘Justin’ is here to stay. Then again, who says I can’t have both…

“Hey dude, wait up! I gotta show you something…” I called out after him.

I don’t ever want to go back to being an overweight middle-aged man ever

[killishin]

— ☆ meet me under the moonlight.

PART 03.

pairing: gojo satoru x reader

summary: reader's a special grade sorcerer. after losing your sister, you needed someone, you needed satoru. but he wasn't there. things did not end on good terms with him, your ex, before you moved overseas. reader is dead set on avoiding satoru while he just wants you back, no matter what.

content warning: mentions of blood, death, alcohol, yuji did not eat the finger he's a normal jujutsu student, afab reader, mentions of depression, reader is a special grade sorcerer a badass heh, a bit gore, i made reader's curse technique similar to sukuna's, reader's parents being shitty, use of foul language, i'll add the necessary cw as we go.

category: a shit ton of fluff, (failed) attempt at comedy, angst here and there, second chance troupe, no smut, suggestive themes.

a/n: had a bit of writer's block while doing this, so im not really proud of this one. hope everyone likes it :)

wc: 6.8k

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dividers by @cafekitsune

you're sprawled on your couch, legs resting on the coffee table while something random played on the tv, knocked out and deep in sleep when suddenly the sound of a call tore through your sleep.

you groaned as you lifted your head, eyes squinted while your lips pulled into a frown. angrily you swiped the phone from the table and checked the number.

unknown it read. probably spam. so you hung up and threw it beside you, resting your head back before closing your eyes.

you needed this sleep, not just cus you loved sleeping but this weeks been too much. too much change drains you and then there's that constant worrying about what you'll do bout your pesky parents that have been bothering you nonstop.

oh and satoru. currently your biggest headache.

but it seems you can have no peace as your phone vibrates again. you sigh out a curse before checking your phone and of course, its the same number. you have a half a mind of cussing out the person on the other end as you pick up.

"who the fuck is this?" you grumbled, your voice still a bit raspy from the sleepy haze you're in, hands moving to pause the show on your tv.

"wow— hello to you too." came a familiar voice and your brows furrowed before it clicked.

"utahime??"

"yeah who else? wait you didn't even have my number saved?" she scoffed out, mumbling something too quiet to catch over the phone but she definitely called you something nasty. but its all good, you knew that women is a sweetheart. you probably deserved it anyway, you didn't quite keep contact over the years– more so actively avoided them. all except shoko.

"yeah sorry." you mumbled as you sat up, pulling your legs down as you massaged your forehead. you now had a headache from an incomplete sleep, you really were getting old. "it's nice to hear you. even if its you cussing me out."

she chuckled softly and you could picture that gentle smile on her usually grumpy face. "you deserved it. were you asleep though? you sound like it."

"yeah i was. i was tired— i crashed as soon as i came back home." you didn't bother explaining why you were tired. but you did crash as soon as you stepped in. though you did think to change before taking a nap, its too uncomfortable sleeping in clothes you spent the whole day working in. and you needed the noise from the tv, something that's a habit of yours to feel less lonely.

"he tired you out that much huh?" she mused teasingly and you stifled a groan, rubbing at your face in annoyance.

"since when did shoko become such a gossiper?" you scowled, pushing your hair back before sinking back on your couch. you had told shoko about satoru being an idiot as usual, you were gonna hold off on the venting now.

"she simply shared her concerns for you." she chuckled, not bothering to hide her sarcasm.

"yeah right." you rolled your eyes at that, "so did you call to bore me?"

"no— so damn rude." she murmured under her breath with a huff, "you didn't meet me. and mei mei too. so i was thinking why not meet somewhere today? I'd really love to get out of this shithole."

your brows raised a bit in contemplation. you were free of course, nothing scheduled expect planning and procrastinating when to have dinner with your family.

"sure. where?"

"well i had suggested a nice little cafe— or restaurant. but mei mei said she wanted fun. said she missed taking shots with you." she pretended to sound inconvenienced and you stifled a laugh. mei mei made it sound like you did it on the regular, but it was just a singular experience. and it was gross because you puked it out later.

"yeah i don't do that anymore. she's gonna be sorely disappointed." its not that you didn't indulge in alcohol anymore, sometimes it helped even but you weren't that carefree anymore. too much lost too soon and you lost yourself along the way.

"yeah well, at least it'll help us unwind a bit. so— her idea, is going to a bar. you, me, mei mei and shoko. just us girls." she said and there was a bit shuffling on the other side.

you could use a drink. and a night out. and its them, it'd help genuinely take your mind off things.

so you sigh and look up at the ceiling, hoping it won't turn into a regret. "sure. not like i have any other choice. you'd probably drag me out anyway."

she giggled smugly, "you bet your ass i would."

after agreeing at the time and place you hung up you look around, your apartment's a bit of a mess. books strewn across your couch and coffee table, clothes out the laundry yet to be folded and tucked away. at least the dishes aren't piled up.

you were about to get up and clean up when your phone buzzed again. you checked and its a text from another unknown number. it can't be utahime, you just saved her contact.

but then you really looked at the text.

unknown: heyyyyyy ;))

the only person— man who attaches so many 'y' is, unfortunately, your own ex. so you decided to ignore it. no satoru for the weekned, you choose peace.

you tried to ignore the incessant buzzing while you folded your laundry but your curiosity could only be ignored for so long before you break. so you check your phone again.

unknown: of course you're ignoring me.

unknown: come on a text back won't hurt! I'll be nice i swear! :((((

unknown: sweetheart. (10 more of the same fucking text)

but the next one made your heart drop.

unknown: alright i didn't want to use this as leverage but you leave me no choice.

and there's the photo of your pendent below that text. your hand flies to your chest and you almost have a heart attack when you realise your neck's actually empty. you didn't realise when your hands started sweating and clamed up while your breath quickened, you quickly called that number.

"hey sweetheart." he murmured languidly and you're way too panicking right now to notice how sweetly he said that.

"did you really fucking steal my pendent, satoru?" you snapped into the phone, hurrying to pull over a knitted sweater and your keys to hunt down this idiot.

"you really think that low of me?!" he gasped and your brows furrowed as you pinched the bridge of your nose.

"yes. now tell me where the hell you are." it wasn't a request, you really were on edge. that pendent had become more than something that held sentimental value, it helped you in anxious situation, something to ground you to reality. yeah satoru gave that to you but you had already put in a picture of yumi in it so you couldn't throw it away. now its a part of you.

"firstly, be nice. i didn't steal it. i simply found it lying on the site when we were about to leave. the clasp was broken." (he may or may not have broken it.)

"and why should i believe you?" you questioned apprehensively, your eyes narrowing as you pause by the door.

"because the clasp really is broken. you can see for yourself." he replied casually, sounding so sure and confident that you couldn't help but reluctantly believe him.

you were silent for a moment before you sighed, your tense shoulders stumping a bit before you rubbed your forehead. "alright where are you? I'll come and get it—"

"come down."

wait what? "what do you mean?"

"im waiting by your apartment. come down." he said softly and you could almost hear the amusement that he's trying to hide. your brows furrowed in confusion, your eyes widening and narrowing continously as you raced to your balcony before peering down.

and he's there, looking up as if he sensed you coming to check. and fuck— he's not wearing those stupid blindfold. he's wearing those dark tinted sunglasses. you're suddenly overcome with the need to pull them off to see those eyes again.

more over he isn't in his work uniform. he's wearing all black, a simple shirt and trouser but you bet they must cost more than someone's yearly salary. bias aside, he really does look smokin'. your younger self would have swooned. hell you would swoon too but fortunately you can control yourself.

"what— how— who told you my address– wait who even gave you my number?!" you huffed out as you pushed your glasses up that kept slipping down your nose.

he laughed heartily, a toothy grin on his face as he waved you down. "come down and i might just tell you my secrets."

you sighed and to your surprise, a small smile broke out despite your best efforts not to. "you're just so..."

"charming? cute? romantic?"

"insufferable." you muttered, keeping the amusement hidden from your tone but he could always tell.

after hanging up you took the elevator trip down and walked towards him with eyes narrowed. you were trying to keep a stoic expression but god he was charming.

"i should file a restraining order against you." you muttered as you held out your hand, not missing the way his face visibly tilts down to check you out in your comfy attire, looking extra cosy in that fluffy sweater.

"well aren't you looking cute." he remarked before pulling down his sunglasses, of course ignoring your words. shit he did not just pull out the big guns.

"oh come on you little shit—" you scoffed as you looked away, cheeks warming as your brows furrowed in a, well you wanna call it a frown, but its more of a pout.

how could you not be flustered? he knew they were your weakness. how could they not be? those are the purest shades of blue, so beautiful you never think you could ever tire out from staring at them. you remember how you used to smile out of nowhere at him, simply cus of his eyes and he used to love it he said.

those eyes are dangerous. they hold the key to making your resolve break, your mind swoon and your heart pull towards him.

he knows the effect it has and the motherfucker took the chance.

"at least you still love something about me." he grinned before holding out the pendent, "here."

you gave him the stink eye before taking the pendent in your hands, looking down at it you notice the clasp is fixed though it looks a bit crooked.

"thanks." you muttered reluctantly and he just chuckled under his breath, his eyes staring at you quite intently. you cleared your throat before folding your arms across your chest, ignoring the tension thats building up.

"so." you raised a brow at him, "did you threaten ijichi to get the info? you really gotta stop bullying him you know."

he rolled his eyes as he hung his glasses on his shirt before stuffing his hands in his pocket. "its called asking nicely."

"its also called stalking. what you're doing."

"i did it for a good deed!" he looked appalled making you sigh like you're dealing with a child. you are at this moment.

"you could have just asked me."

"like you'd have told me."

"...fair point."

you released a sigh before taking a step back, "well thank you again for returning. now scram." you turned around, walking back in the building.

"i was hoping—"

"nope!" you called back before turning your head back slightly, "and stop using your eyes to sway me. it won't."

"but you still love it!" he called out, laughing when you give him the finger before getting in the elevator.

he sighed as he ruffled his hair, pulling out his phone before opening his chats with mei mei. a sly smile slowly found its way on his face as he read the chat again, which stated you're going out with them to a bar, the address and the time.

oh he has a good fucking plan. he loves this little scheming and planning, really makes it all so thrilling to get you back. he dials nanami's number, he needs a wingman.

"i know you're gonna wanna kill me for this but i need your help."

you dressed bold and sexy maroon that didn't reveal much to make you uncomfortable but enough to make you look 'mouth watering'. mei mei's words not yours.

utahime gently pulled you into a hug when she finally arrived, "missed ya, you idiot." she muttered and for a moment you thought she might just cry. well before she smacked you in the head.

"i am mad that you didn't reach out to me at all. a decade! i used to hear about you from shoko!" she frowned, looking incredibly offended as she sat beside you in the booth you and shoko scouted out. you knew she didn't actually mean it, she never forced you to open up, just gave you a shoulder whenever you wanted, no questions asked. a total angel.

"i think i apologised for that already." you groaned before downing sipping on your cocktail, "i was just too.. busy with life." too lost and depressed would be the right word but you don't want to put a damper on the night.

"yeah? and not one partner have you snagged in those busy years of your life." utahime teased as she sat back, shoko simply snorted as she smoked a cigarette. you wondered what the hell was mei mei doing in the bar for taking so long.

"life isn't always about love." you quipped defensively before scoffing and narrowing your eyes playfully at her, "i don't see you with anyone."

"i go on dates. its not my fault most men are subpar." she shrugged hautily, a bit too exaggerated, before looking over at the dance floor, and beyond it to see if she could locate mei mei.

"yeah right. lets accept we all suck at dating yeah?" you downed the remaining of your drink and shoko smirked at you.

"sure. or we can accept some of us just didn't move on." and you were expecting it. "oh come on can i not have one night without a mention of him?!" you scowled before sighing in relief when mei mei came back, a devilish grin on her face.

"so who's up for some tequila?" she grinned as she rested a hand on her hip, eyeing each of you with a mischievous look.

"oh no no that is too strong. i can't get drunk. someone has to be the driver right?" you refrained with a hesitant smile. it really has been long since you had something strong. and knowing mei mei you won't stop at just some shots. and you really can't get drunk.

suddenly you felt your phone buzz beside you, and something in you told you it was important. the fear that you always had whenever anything involved your mother. you tuned out the others who were arguing over getting drunk and staying sober while checking your phone.

and it is your mother. a simple text.

pick up.

and you could have ignored like you ignored all your father's texts and calls. you could have put your phone on dnd and enjoyed the night. but your mother doesn't just text for nothing. maybe she's had enough of seeing her husband beg. you'd like to see just what venom she'd spout now.

you excused yourself and walked out of the establishment, the music drowned out as you dialed her number. your eyes may be on the passing cars but your mind was busy dreading. it was like conditioned response, something you can't get out even after years. even though you basically severed all your relations with them.

but there's also a huge part of you thats excited to have another arguement with her.

"enjoying getting wasted?" came her eerily calm voice, so polished and graceful , and yet, as usual dripping with disdain. your mother had always been a beautiful women, a graceful yet a lethal aura surrounded her. so refined there was maybe a time in your childhood when you wanted to be like her.

it quickly vanished when you realised she is everything but a mother.

you weren't surprised she was keeping tabs on you, that she knew you were already here even though you hadn't told them— hell you haven't even talked. at all.

"yep. might take a man home too. really relax and enjoy, you know." you replied cheekily, sneering as you could practically imagine the disgust on your mother's face. you loved to get under that women's skin.

"what a waste. all this money and time we invested in you and you simply throw it away." she began, and your brows twitch. investment, of course. what else would she ever see you as?

"and even when you're here, instead of finally becoming responsible you're whoring around?" you could hear the sneer that got muffled a bit, "i wonder how could you ever be my blood."

you didn't realise your hand was dripping blood since you clenched it too hard, crescent indents getting etched in blood.

"and what do you mean by becoming responsible?" you asked, calmly, your tone matching hers, and for a moment you remembered how an elder relative once said you resembled your mother. and how you hated that statement so much you poisoned his drink.

"what else? taking over. settling down and extending your line—"

"like a fucking breeding machine?"

"yes."

you would have smashed your phone had your phone right now if you could, you almost decided to fuck it all and annihilate your own clan by your own hands. you know you could. they know you could. your mother fucking knows the power at your disposal and yet she's a women with no fear. commendable, truly.

"listen here , and listen good." you began, your voice almost shaking from the utter rage you're holding back.

"like you said even i can't fucking believe im your blood. your filthy blood that runs through me. but i am. and i am told i am just like you, well- almost." you chuckled humourously yet their was no warmth in your voice.

"so know this that if you do not put some respect on your future clans leader's name, i will annihilate this stupid fucking clan and it won't even be a warm up for me." you gritted out quietly, sounding as cruel and vile as your mother.

there was a beat of silence and you wondered if she was distraught or simply unfazed. you reckon its the latter.

"big words for a coward." she muttered with a click of a tongue, sounding disappointed as if you were some minor inconvenience like dirt beneath her nails.

but your mother was shaken, even if she won't show it. as full of hatred and ego she was, she knew madness. and she wondered if they had pushed you a bit too much over the edge.

"next saturday, dinner at 8. dress sharp." and with that she hung up.

for a moment you stood there, phone still pressed to your ear as your mind simply screamed in rage yet helplessness. you simply didn't know why that women still held any power over you. why her words hurt so bad that it made your own soul unravel in the ugliest way. all those years of piecing back yourself together and it just took her to say some words, and you're shattered again.

you're strong, you convince yourself, as you have for years. but it sounds so hollow to yourself. you feel like maybe for once she is right, you really are a coward. you left because everything haunted you, reminded you of yumi. all you ever knew was to run. you ran from home. you ran from him. from everything.

releasing a shaky sigh you staggered back, one hand messing your hair while the other clenched the phone tightly. your eyes strayed to the club's name, blinking in neon.

thats right, tonight was supposed to be a distraction.

as you head back in, satoru suddenly appeared from the dark alley beside the club, his brows furrowing while his lips pulled into a thin line.

all these years and your parents were still inhuman. remorseless.

he felt that unrelenting want for blood, that he had felt when riko had died and everyone was clapping, to fucking silence this shithole of a clan that made your life horrible. that snatched you away from him.

inside you stormed towards them, where mei mei was trying to coax utahime to change her mind. you threw your phone on the plush seat of the booth before downing not one but two shots. all three of them froze as they looked up at you, mouth slightly agape.

"shots sound nice."

you can't even count how many you've downed, for a moment you were in a competition with mei mei and even shoko backed out. you never saw shoko laugh much but maybe she needed this night too, because as you and mei mei were giggling fits she was laughing along with you, clearly well entertained.

"shit i think i overdid it." you groaned as you leaned back against the seat, observing everything with half lidded eyes. you were tipsy- okay maybe a bit more than tipsy.

"thats the point of getting wasted, baby." mei mei drawled as she winked at you before downing her drink— you couldn't recall what it was.

seems like utahime just needed you to agree to getting wasted, you think as you watch her get up and approach some guy who she was stealing glances at the whole night. liquor strength is real.

you sighed as you sweeped your eyes across the dance floor, the booths, the bar—

wait.

you squinted as you suddenly sat up, checking again to be sure. but that hair, white as snow and those striking blue eyes were kinda hard to miss.

he smiled playfully as he tilted his head, as if relieved you finally noticed him. tipping his glass in your direction, he took a gulp of his drink. your eyes, which were under no control of yours might you add, trailed down from his lips to how his Adam's apple bobbed.

you licked your lips before clearing your throat and tearing your gaze away and your eyes widened. nanami grimaced as your gaze settled on him, embarrassed to be here and with him. in his defense he had denied vehemently but the damn bastard is good with words.

your brows furrowed as you narrowed your gaze at satoru before unlocking your phone and opening his chat, which is still unsaved.

you: this is literally stalking.

he smirked before looking down at his phone, smile widening.

unknown: ever heard of a coincidence?

you scoffed at that, right a coincidence. right after he met you today, bullied out your number and address from poor ijichi. you were pretty sure someone among the girls snitched, and you had a pretty good guess too.

you: how much did you give mei mei?

that took a laugh out of him. hmm you always were smart, even when your brain is mushy from all the alcohol he watched you down.

unknown: not enough to put a dent. don't worry honey.

you: you need to leave. stop stalking me and pestering me.

unknown: hey this ain't your place sweetheart. i can come and go as i please :p

you raised your head to give him a frustrated glare and the asshole simply winked, and your traitorous heart fluttered. its the alcohol, you convince yourself. its making you loose and idiotic.

you: at least let nanami go. the poor man looks so out of place.

unknown: you didn't even properly greet him. after all these years and not even a hello? some friend you are.

you slowly raised your head and gave him the most unamused, deadpanned stare ever. he was so annoyingly obvious sometimes your entire body cringed. but you entertained this, once, its the alcohol anyway.

you patted shoko's hand and she looked at you with a raised brow. you got up before gesturing across the room at the bar. her eyes followed yours and when she finally located them she let out a snort.

"you really bagged the most annoying one."

"i didn't!— he's not!— why do i even bother?" you muttered under your breath in exasperation before making your way towards them. shoko grinned and saluted satoru sarcastically. she wasn't interested in people's lives but it would do her some good to see you both together, and spare her the headache she gets from the tension between you both.

satoru's smile widened bit by bit as you neared and he leaned his head against his palm. you ignored him and looked at nanami, giving him a polite smile.

"i really wished we didn't have to meet this way. i can only imagine your pain in babysitting him." you said with an exaggerated regretful smile.

"im right here—"

"it is a nuisance actually. but i owed him so i guess i have to deal with the headache." nanami replied stoically, shooting satoru a glare before smiling at you, "it is nice to see you again."

"its nice to see you too nanami." you said warmly and satoru pouted visibly, its been way too long since he's heard that tone. and its not even for him.

you noticed it right away and bit back a smile, "uh well im gonna go back to them then."

"come on, sweets. you're really gonna ignore me?" he called out, feinging hurt and you scoffed as you paused to turn around. "at least say something to me."

your eyes narrowed as you smiled, which was clearly a very annoyed and angry one. so you leaned in, quite dangerously close, which you wouldn't if you were sober.

"you're a piece of shit. how about that?" you whispered in his ear, the music still ridiculously loud but you're sure it reached his ear, since his body visibly tightened. now that put a smile on your face.

he tilted his face ever so slightly, your face only inches apart and he did the same, leaning in towards your ear. but he did it closer, close enough that your cheeks brushed each other, the sudden contact making your heartbeats grow rapid.

"and you look absolutely gorgeous in that." he murmured sensually against your ear and his lips almost brushed the edges of your ear, sending a shiver down your spin. your hand clenched around nothing as you gulped before leaning back sharply, almost staggering back.

"woah you sure get drunk quickly." he remarked with a chuckle, his hands quickly extended towards you, though not touching yet.

"im not drunk."

"and im not handsome."

you grunted in annoyance before walking back to your booth but before you could mei mei grabbed your wrist and with a saccharine smile started pulling you towards the dance floor.

"mei mei god no—" you groaned and your voice was almost drowned out by the blaring music. she simply patted your cheeks before she started swaying, quite a seductive dance she puts. even with alcohol courage, your cheeks were blushing as she guided you to do the same.

"its just a night. just let go and relax!" she yelled over the music and you sheepishly laughed before trying to follow her words. it wasn't easy at first, you felt self conscious and apprehensive of the bodies that almost touched you. not to mention you could feel someone's heavy stare on you.

but then you remembered those bitter, nasty words by your mother. as those words continued to ring in your ear you felt yourself getting lost in the music, as if begging your mind to focus on it rather than drowning itself in misery and pain. you even tuned out mei mei, you didn't even know if you were even dancing sexy or like a monkey.

you were just lost in your head.

this wasn't how a relaxing night was supposed to go.

you weren't even aware of how glossy your eyes had become or the slight tremble of your chin. you weren't even aware of when that lump in your throat appeared, when your breath had turned shaky—

"that's enough." warm hands wrapped around your wrists gently and your eyes fluttered open, finding his blue ones staring at you. no sarcasm, no mirth— none of that annoying charm. this is satoru, your friend and once a lover. he was way too close but you didn't want to pull away, he was too warm. you needed that.

"you're cold." he stated as he held both your wrists in one hand, easily engulfing your wrist before holding your face. his thumb caressed the apple of your cheeks as he drew you close.

"you tired?" he gently asked, and you suddenly realised he was swaying you, so gently. you simply nodded against his hand, you couldn't voice anything, afraid you'd break. and you certainly do not wanna break in front of him—or anyone.

and he knew that. he didn't ask questions, didn't poke you to open up.

"wanna go home then?" he murmured as he rested his forehead against yours, his one hand caressing your wrist while the other caressing your cheek. you swallowed and nodded slowly again.

having heard your call earlier, he knew you were close to breaking down. and a crowded place was the last place to be at. he had such an elaborate plan to flirt and charm you but that can wait.

"alright then lets go." he said with a small smile as he held onto your wrist and began guiding you out.

but wait— your phone and bag—

you tapped his hand as you stopped, gesturing towards them. "but my phone—"

"i have it already!" he patted his pocket to show the outline of the phone in his pocket incase you couldn't hear him over the music.

your mouth closed up real quick, a bit taken aback. its like he knew you wanted to leave.

"let me tell them im leav—"

"they know already!"

he began guiding you out the club while you simply followed like a lost puppy, maybe a bit dumbfounded too.

he kept you close till both of you were out of the club and quickly ushered you into the car. he was about to buckle the seatbelt for you but you stopped him, you didn't want to be coddled. you didn't want to seem more weaker than you already felt.

"i can do it." you said as you buckled the seatbelt, not quite meeting his eyes. there was a bit of pause as he stared at you before nodding and closing your door.

he was quiet, surprisingly. satoru is never quiet, man can't keep a word in even if his life depended on it. but he's quiet, even though the awkward atmosphere is quite too much he seems at ease.

"you're not gonna ask anything?" you questioned quietly as you looked out the window. you didn't want him to ask but you also wanted to know, why is he always so at ease? why does he always seem to be in control? why does he always do right by you except that one moment when it mattered?

"why would i when you don't want me to?" he said, like its so obvious that you're the dumb one for even thinking that.

"suddenly you know me so well." you snickered sarcastically and just as you said it guilt snaked in your heart. whatever the past was, he was being kind right now. he didn't deserve you dumping your anger on him.

"well im a quick learner." he said jokingly and you turned to look at him slightly, your gaze unreadable.

"im treating you horribly despite you being nice to me." you stated quietly, but firmly, "yet you're mad at me. or- or—"

"i have treated you horribly once. i paid too heavy of a price." he cut in, and still his voice is far too gentle. the satoru you knew wasn't so empathic, wasn't so serious. he really grew into a fine man. his words halted your thoughts and your eyes moisten again.

"i don't wanna risk it again." he shrugged and though his tone was lighthearted, you could see the sincerity.

you didn't know what to think of him anymore. its clear he's had time to ponder and learn from his mistakes, it seems he has. but you're not exactly in any state to trust someone again, begin something. you've lived decades shielding yourself from people, kept everyone at a distance. changing that, so soon, it feels like a mistake.

so you simply hummed before turning away from him, your hand fiddling with the pendent. you could feel your mind getting more muddled and tired and you really wanted nothing more than your bed. you do make a mental note to eat something before sleeping, you don't wanna deal with a damn hangover.

but seems like he thought of it before you, parking the car aside and well....waited. you looked around and then at him for a few moments, wondering now what the hell is he doing.

"uh—?"

"in a minute." he said simply and right then someone knocked on your window. ijichi to be exact.

you rolled it down as you frowned at him in confusion, but before you could verbalize it he politely extended a paper bag towards you. your frown simply deepened as you opened it, quite quickly so because you could smell the deliciousness and your mouth was already watering.

there was a wrapped burger and fries, along with medicine. probably for the headache.

"oh my god did you really—" you gaped at satoru before looking ijichi with an apologetic smile, your cheeks reddening in embarrassment. you truly felt bad for ijichi, he wasn't supposed to do personal errands.

"i am so so sorry for this— i truly am—"

"no no! its alright! i was out anyways and it is always a pleasure to help you!" ijichi frantically said with a reassuring smile that didn't really look much reassuring to you.

"are you sure? im really sorry if satoru made you do it."

"it was a request!"

"yes it was a request. and it really wasn't a bother. i hope you're fine tomorrow." ijichi confirmed with a sheepish laugh before bidding you goodbye.

you groaned as you hid your face in your palm. that was sweet but he really just had to take the asshole way. "why did you even do this? i could have ate at home— and of all people why ijichi?! you bully him enough as it is."

"oh come on i don't! we're great friends!" he scoffed defensively but he didn't look bothered as he took the burger out and unwrapped it for you.

"oh yeah? when have you done his errands?" you questioned him, giving him a sideye. but well, you are hungry. and it'll help with the hangover. you're simply eating for your benefit.

"i don't need to. he's efficient." he replied as you took the burger, simply smiling in response to your reluctant behavior. "besides, i save his ass from the higher ups when needed."

"oh please—" you pause as you wait and chew— chewing faster as his smile widens in amusement. "you don't do it to save his ass. you do it to mess with those old hags."

"gets the job done sweetheart." he quietly sings, leaning back and resting his head against his palm to admire you for a second, gobbling up the burger— no inhaling it like a vacuum and still manage to look cute. like a little squirrel having their cheeks full with nuts.

you groaned in annoyance and waved him off, turning away to avoid his stare. you gulped before pointing at the road, "drive."

after a couple of minutes he parked the car beside your apartment building. you were done by then, it didn't really even take you five minutes to be done with the fries and burger. you were feeling better but more lethargic.

you stepped out of his car and as the cool air hit you, muscles slowly relaxing. you shivered slightly but you weren't really cold, you appreciated it. sighing you leaned against the car and for a moment your mind was quiet.

satoru rounded the car before standing infront of you. his hands twitched, it was hard not to touch you. he had always been touchy to begin with, physical affection being one of his ways to show love. he wanted to cup your face and caress it, to card through your hair and massage that headache away. he wanted to hug you so tight, make you forget everything that bothers you.

"you're zoning out." you stated quietly, and he noticed your hands clenching. seems like he isn't the only one holding back.

he didn't know if he should, but he's always been a man who takes risk. he really shouldn't with you but fuck— his control breaks the moment you're even in his vicinity. so he takes a step forward, taking a deep breath as his eyes roamed your face.

"don't say anything cheesy. I'll gut you." you muttered quietly causing him to huff out a chuckle, but you didn't move. maybe for a moment you'll indulge in...whatever this is.

"you liked cheesy."

"i didn't. i just liked you."

"now who's been cheesy?" he scoffed out but he couldn't deny that yep, that made his heart fucking jump. he knew his cheeks had started to redden but who cares? he can blush for the person he loves proudly.

"you can gut me later for asking this—" he began, actually preparing to be gutted out and he knows you pack a mean punch. "you're here for them? your stupid fucking family?"

you hummed as you shrugged and looked down at the sunglasses that hung down his shirt. you gingerly took it out and unfolded it, looking at it closely but your mind was elsewhere.

"its about time i step up." you replied, "i can't keep running away from my responsibilities."

he scoffed, knowing you don't do shit you're forced to even if it costs your life. "you don't want to. you're special grade so they can't force you either— what is it then? guilt?" he knows he really should stop talking before he cross that line that'll throw him back to square one.

but you don't seem to be affected by it, you simply snort and nod. "maybe." you wear his sunglasses and smirk, yet its hollow, a stupid drunken effort to lighten the mood. "yumi would want me here. and not—y'know messing around."

though you know that little girl didn't even know shit about clans and responsibilities. she wouldn't even care about anything except toy cars, butterflies, dolls— the things that really mattered to her.

his heart warmed at the sight of you in his glasses, and his lips twitched for a moment. he grabbed your jaw, your cheeks getting a tad squished as he pulled you in.

"or maybe that's the guilt talking."

you hummed through your puckered lips, wanting to smile yet you couldn't. you didn't feel unburdened but at least at the moment you felt at ease.

"or maybe that's the guilt talking." you agreed.

he leaned in and pressed a kiss on your forehead, lingering for a few moments because he really doesn't wanna let go. his mind almost goes off the rails to find any excuse to stay, no matter how inappropriate or immoral it be— but, maybe next time.

"this doesn't change anything— ugh let go!" you swatted at his hand, a pout on your lips causing him to hum and smile affectionately. "this doesn't change anything."

you started walking away from him, wondering why is everything so fucking dark.

and he watches you stumble to the building, wearing his glasses— almost looking like a blind person.

he started walking away while his eyes immediately darkened, his mind sobered from the high that was you. he really doesn't like anyone messing with him, or his future (which is you) and currently, that good for nothing clan is hell bent on ruining your life. unless and until they're taken care of, they'd always pose a problem in his quest to have you completely.

so maybe he would too stick his leg in the mud. anything to get his pretty little sorcerer.

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